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- Levitsky's dead.
- What?

- Sara, I need you
to track down Jacob Aimes.

I just saw his picture
on Chase's wall.

(Tagg): Perhaps we should have
given it a little more thought

before bringing her back.

- Your mistake.
You correct it.

- Somebody tried already.

(Abbott): Here's our problem:

Can't kill her,
or Chase Cornet

will take that
as an admission of guilt.

(Gray): You have to cover
for me.

- Look at this, sir.
She boarded a flight
to Belgrade last night.

- When was the last time
you two talked?

- Tuesday.

- Have Sara Beckham
take care of Gray.

- You need to see it.

You just plant a seed.

You see if it grows.

(Sara): Nothing is real
in my life anymore.

Except you.
And I don't want the wedding,
I don't want the dress.

- Just you and me.
Let's get married.

- Blake Granger.

Assigned to the freedom missile
program, was kidnapped.

(tense music)

(sounds of struggle)

- Ilya.

(with difficulty): Eleven...
north.

(*)

(sighing)

(indistinct chatter)

- I know Ilya was like
a son to you.

- Yes.

But losing you
would be no better.

You are like my sister.

- Someone came for me
when I was in the hospital.

I knew I wouldn't be able
to put up a fight.

I ran.

Ilya tried to stop him.

- No, you were only in
that position because of Ilya.

I told him...
I told him 60 times:

Do not go for the kidney.
Do not nick the artery, Ilya.

Do not touch the kidney.

- Oh.

Eh.

You okay?

Because you look
like absolute total shit.

(laughing)

Hey.

(laughing)

- You always know
what to say to a girl.

Oh! Oh.

- Sorry.
- No.

(gasping in pain)

I paid Ilya to find out
anything he could

on a-a spy from way back,
Jacob Aimes.

- Hm.

- Did he find something?

- I think he did.

He...

I know he wanted to give
you some information.

He was very pleased
with himself.

- He tried to tell me something
before he died.

"11 North."
Does that mean anything to you?

- Uh-uh.

I will go and search his place.

But, you know, he's like you;
he doesn't write anything down.

He keeps everything up here.

Something that you asked.

(intriguing music)

That was taken four hours ago.

Blake Granger.

- Our missile engineer.
- Hm.

(sighing)

- I'll call the bank.

I'll have them wire
payment first thing.

For a man who's died twice,
you do outstanding work.

I missed you, Levitsky.

Thank you.

(*)

(dog barking)

(groaning in pain)

(somber music)

(*)

(*)

(groaning)

(*)

(fire crackling)

(music theme)

(siren)

(indistinct intercom
announcement)

- Beckham.

No, she was on this floor.

Can you just check?

(intriguing music)

No, she was here.

(The nurse replies
unintelligibly.)

They don't even have a record
of her being here!

- No, it's just a mix-up.
She was discharged early.

She'll be at work
when I get there.

- Yeah, but what about this?
In the trash?

Are you kidding?
She never would have left
without this.

- Maybe Ben picked her up?
I could see it slipping her mind

if her son came in person.

- Maybe Sophie came with Rose.

- Yeah.

(birds chirping)

(groaning)

(doorbell)

(intriguing music)

Why didn't you just
come inside?

- It felt safer.

- Coffee's ready.

- What?

- I said coffee's ready.

- Okay.

- Mm.

- Oh, you're joining me,
Mrs. Westcott.

- I'm keeping Beckham,
by the way.

- Hm.

- So, now, do you want
to tell me what happened?

(sighing)
- I was attacked
at the hospital.

- With who?

- I... I never saw them.

But the...

The person who was there
looking out for me

was killed.

- And who was protecting you?

- A Russian named Ilya.

- You hired a Russian?

- I hired a whole organization
of Russians.

They're very reliable.

- And they're intelligence?

- They were once.
They're with a different
organization now.

I had Ilya looking
for Jacob Aimes.

- Chase's old friend --
the operative who just vanished?

- I think he found something.

He whispered to me before
he died...

11 North.

(phone buzzing)

- Andy says hi.

So there are seven addresses...

...for 11 North in cities,
towns, villages, streets,
roads,

boulevards in a 200-mile radius.

If it's a partial address,
say 11 North Main Street,

we have 32 possibles.

We're not sure it's this area,
or even this country.

- Let's start with the seven.
What are they? Who owns them?

- Okay, none linked
to Jacob Aimes.

Private home in probate;

the deceased, J. Gordon Russel,
died last May at 92.

A rental property, hair salon,
operated by Laritta Johnson
since 2018

and then another business
property, Great Falls, Virginia.

- Ten minutes from Langley.
- Bought 2012

at auction from Government
Services Administration.

- Property seizure.
- Purchased by 11 North
Equity Ltd.,

which is owned by
Encore West Financial Group,

which is owned by--
- Let's take a look.

Come on.

(tense music)

- Sara's changed phones.

I had Connors track Andy.

Andy went to Mother of Mercy
Hospital early this morning.

He inquired about
a Cornelia Beckham.

There's no record of her
ever being there.

- So, Andy was there.
Was she?

- I have Sara leaving
the hospital travelling
to your house at 6:33.

Maybe she dropped her off?
- Jesus.

Is that what we're doing now?

Tracking each other's people?

- Gray's car's been
on the move since 8:10.

7th and Langford,
ten minutes ago.

The plan to turn Sara
against Cornelia has failed.

There's no doubt that
they're working together.

The prudent course is to end
this now

before she sees it coming.

- Gold, remind him about
the seed.

- The seed has been planted.

- It's a seed, Abbott.

- Gray never left the country.

Sara lied about it.

Levitsky is dead.

Chase is God knows where.

If Gray walks in here today,

I'm taking the razor out
of my desk and I'm ending this.

- Oh, my God.

You know, we don't really
have rules here.

There's no HR department,
but I did think

we had a tacit agreement;
no weapons in the office.

- It's a razor.
I shave with it.

- At the office?

- Yes.
- Like when you're on the go?

- I have one at home
and one here.

- Tell me you're not proposing
what I think you're proposing.

- You use a straight razor
to shave?

- Do I look like I use
a safety razor?

And I'm not proposing
anything.

All she has to do is show up.

- No, no, no, no, no!

(sighing)

One of us cannot take action
without the group's approval.

- Gold?

- Well, are you talking
about killing her,

or stealing
her bra again?

- Fuck sake.
(laughing)

- Listen...

- Sorry.

- There's no need to act.

Sara will tell me everything
she learns.

Sara is holding the internet
by its ankles and shaking it.

- Hm.
- So, we'll know what Gray
was looking at

while she was underground.
Sara is with Gray right now.

Gray trusts her.

Gold has planted a seed.

All we have to do is wait.

- Fine.

- I should tell you the man
who died at the hospital
protecting me

is the same man
who stabbed me.

- What?
- It had to be convincing

so the mole would have
to contact Moscow.

- The mole would want to know
if Moscow had ordered it,

so then the mole's handler
would then have to contact
the mole

to either confirm or deny.
Right.

And, wait, that was worth
almost getting yourself killed?!

- Exposure can lead
to communication.

- When were you going
to tell me?
- I'm telling you now.

- So, you knew he was going
to stab you?

You paid him to stab you?!

- I would have been fine, except
Ilya missed his mark by an inch.

I didn't know when.
He was supposed to pick a time

when there would have been
plenty of eyes on me,
but not so many--

- Eyes on you?
No one saw the attack.

- Oh, they all had people there.
(chuckling)

- Each head of Cerberus?
Even though Chase has ordered
them to back off?

- Chase has been watching me
since I got back.

Everything we do is theater,
Sara,

and even if you don't see them,
can't you feel them?

The man standing behind
the tree;

the lady who just passed
with the stroller; the balcony
up there.

How do you know there isn't
a telescope on that balcony
up there?

Because I assume there is
until I'm sure there isn't.

- How can you not trust me?

- Are you asking as someone
who works for Tagg,

or someone who does
small jobs for Abbott?

Or maybe you're asking as
Sara Beckham,

the analyst who claimed
I was falsely accused,

or she's convinced everyone
that's what she thinks.

Maybe you're sure I killed
your father

and you're waiting
for your moment.

- Are you seriously suggesting
I brought you back here
to kill you?

- I would.

You've grown cold
to me recently.

What proof do you have?
More importantly,
where'd you get it?

Did you bite into it
on your own,

or did someone feed it to you
on a little spoon?

- I did not lobby to bring you
back here to kill you.

I analyzed data and I drew
a rational conclusion.

- Or, maybe, every day since
you were a little girl,

you hated me.

- I don't hate you!
- It's okay.

People hated me
long before you were born.

(chuckling)

I'm not saying I believe
any of this.

I'm just telling you
what I had to consider.

I honestly didn't at first.

But now I trust you.

- What changed?

- An afternoon with Andy.

You couldn't be with that boy
and have a heart of poison.

- Is that true?

Why won't you ever
just tell me what's true?

Okay, the owner's
Burke Gorman.

Who's he?

- I have no idea.

But he had to be CIA.

- If Jacob Aimes was ever here,

it hasn't been for a long time.

- 11 North.

Hold that for me.

- Get ready to pull this.

Okay.
- Ready.

- When I say pull,
pull as hard you can.

Pull!

(grunting)
Come on.

(intriguing music)

- Apparently, Burke Gorman
would import these trophies
from China,

then replace the lead pellets
in the base with meth,

then export them out.

But before a raid was set,
he bludgeoned his wife to death

with an eight-pound stone
cooking tile

in front of ten witnesses
at an outdoor barbecue
in Newhook.

- Charming.

(*)

Is this Burke Gorman?

- Yeah, that's him. Why?

- Burke Gorman is Jacob Aimes.

- Hm.

- Standing with Chase.

(laughing)

(sighing)

- I have altered the prison
visitor's log

so you won't have
a problem getting in.

You work for his lawyers,
Stafford & Grant.

- Cameras? Audio?

- Not in the consultation room.

- Okay.

(heavy music)

(indistinct radio
communications)

(*)

- My God, Gray.

Huh.

Who would have thunk?

The last time I saw you,

a bunch of us
went to that roadhouse.

All of us got shitfaced

and you were dry humping Bob
by the jukebox.

- I loved that place!

It's called dancing, by the way.

- Bob-- what's-her-name's
husband.

What's her name?
- Christina Gold.

- Gold. Right.

I bet she remembers you dancing.

- Oh, I bet she does.

- How is she?

- Same.

- Too bad for the rest of us.

I heard she put on
100 pounds.

She had that, uh,
stomach surgery.

She lost her hair for a while.

Bit of a train wreck.

- Oh, you're not exactly
on the tracks yourself.

- So...

Old Presto is trying
to pull a rabbit out of a hat.

Sent you in here
to kill me, didn't he?

- You two were like that.

- That's what comes with people
that have that kind of money.

We got on, but I was never,
ever in the club.

- If you were friends,
you wouldn't still be in here.

- Exactly.

Preston could have me outta
here in a minute.

I'd be enjoying...

...retirement
on some island right now.

I know it's a tricky situation.

I crossed the line.

Some people...

(chuckling)

...just shouldn't be married.

But I know where the bodies
are all buried.

I've got a TV/VCR combo
in my cell.

They won't get me a DVD player
and they won't explain why.

I've got a tape called
Cartoon Carnival

featuring Little Audrey
and Baby Huey.

I've got four El Santo tapes

that I inherited from
a trustee when he passed.

I got a boxed set of
The World's Most Beloved Operas.

I hate opera.

And yet a year ago,

when the tape of The Magic Flute
jammed in my machine,

I went berserk.

Straight jacket, sedation.

Three days
in the prison hospital.

(chuckling)

The Magic Flute?

So...

...put a bullet
between my eyes, Gray.

And then you slit Chase Cornet's
slimy throat for me.

- I could get you out.

- How?

- Oh, my God!
Cornelia hacked Tagg.

How...?

Oh, shit.

(dramatic music)

- If I do, I'm going
to be in a bad spot.

I don't know why
he left you here to rot,

or what he's going
to do to me, darling.

They tried to pick me clean,

but they didn't get
all of my accounts.

- Hm.

So you pick a number, put
a dollar sign in front of it.

- Give me something on Chase.

- Why?

- Beckham used to drop
hints about him.

Be nice to have something
against him.

Just think of all the years
he left you here to rot.

- Yeah.

- Is he playing both sides?

(laughing)

- I'll tell whatever truth
you tell me to tell.

- Tell me the truth.

- The truth?

I'll testify before Congress,
hand on my heart.

I'll swear to God over
the grave of my wife.

I'll defeat any lie detector
test woman,

man, or science
can concoct.

- I need leverage
if I'm going to do this.

- Soon as I'm out.

(chuckling)

- Some sign of good faith?

(sighing)

- The answers you seek,
my dear Cornelia...

...are in the bible.

(insects chirping)

(bird singing)

(trunk door opening)

- Anything?

- He told me where to look.

(siren)

(tense music)

(indistinct chatter,
phones ringing)

- Really? Did I just see Gray
go into Tagg's office?

- Ask Tagg.

- Oh, did you come into work
with Cornelia today?

Little walk of shame?

- What? No!

- Oh, I see.

- There's nothing to see.

- She's made you her pet.

(tense music)

- Abbott.

Sorry.
Can I have a really quick word?

- Later.
- This is important.

(*)

- What?

- It's just about the, uh,
email you sent me.

- How was Belgrade?

- Never lovelier.

- You aren't ill, are you?

That recirculated air
on the plane can kill you.

- I take vitamins when I travel.

- Smart.

I have a giant drawer full
of them:

B, D, Zinc,

E, Rose hip.

Everything.

I buy 'em with
the best intentions,

but after a few days...

I really need to start
taking them, uh,

religiously.

- At your age? Yes.

I shouldn't share this,
but I have to trust you.

(*)

I know where they're holding
Blake Granger.

- Excuse me.

(shushing): I don't think
this is...

(indistinct)
Let's take a rain check.

(*)

Where is he?

Can we get to him?
- Only I can.

- We'll run it past Chase
first thing in the morning

when he gets back.

It can come out of his budget.

Good work.

- Huh.

- Impeccable timing.

(chuckles)

- What'd Abbott want?

- Sorry?

- Just now.

- Hm? Oh.

Uh, he had some thoughts

about redecorating my office.

Not interested.

- I see.

Color scheme?

- Gray.

And red.

(clears throat)

(laughing)

(rhythmic music)

Oh, Jesus Christ.

- There's something
we have to do.

You up for a ride?

- Well, I'm supposed
to meet Andy.

Do you want me to cancel?
- No, no! Please.

How about tonight?

- Yeah. Sure.

(elevator dings)

(sighing)

(soft music)

(birds chirping)

(indistinct conversations)

- What did Gray tell Tagg
about Blake Granger?

- I didn't know she had
anything to tell.

- Did you tell her about
my association with him?

- Never.

I swear.

Gray said you had someone there
when she was stabbed.

Did you?

- Do you know why I took
an interest in you?

- "No one ever gave me a thing.

I don't return favors because
I don't accept favors.

I set a goal and then when
I reach that goal,

I have all satisfaction
in knowing that I don't owe
anyone anything.

I celebrate reaching that goal
by setting my next goal."

My application to Princeton.

- Could have written it myself.

Landed on my desk the day
after you applied and I knew

Winston Beckham's daughter
was not like him.

She was just like me.

How did you know I saw that?

- Because I monitored
the communications

of the acceptance committee.

(chuckles)

- Who attacked Gray
in Mother of Mercy?

- She doesn't know.

- Why did she go
to Silk Ridge Correctional?

- To visit someone.

Burke Gorman.

- Why?

- Someone she knew 20 years ago,
I guess?

Can I ask you something, sir?

Were you going
to kill her today?

(heavy music)

- Just remember, Sara.

You and I?

We're on the same side.

(*)

(sighing)

(birds chirping)

(laughing)
- What? What?

- What was it like being a spy?

- I was basically
a civil servant

who racked up a ton
of frequent flier miles.

I watched houses.

I camped in airports.

I sifted through trash.

I practically lived

in the subbasement
of the Bucharest Ramada

for a month.

(indistinct conversations)

Is there a party going on there?

- What happened in Bucharest?
- Nothing!

(laughing)

I was monitoring the wiretap

of a government minister

who never received

or sent a single call!

Incredible waste of tax dollars.

Don't ever get old, Ben.

- Uh, I gotta go.

Uh, where are we having dinner
this week?

Same place?

- Same place.

- Okay. Uh, bye, Mom.

(heavy music)

- I can't let Gray take
the Blake Granger mission.

- Did you tell her that?
- Well, not in so many words.

Get her to give you
the information,

then I can send in
somebody I trust.

Where did Gray get that photo?

- I don't know.

- Where are they holding him
in Seoul?

- She didn't tell me.

- Hm.

Hm.

You haven't gained
her trust at all, have you?

- I'm sorry.

This literally seems to be
my day for disappointing people.

- Yeah.

- I do have one thing
to report, sir.

You've been breached, sir.

(intriguing music)

- Hm?

- Gray's been inside your home
network for over a year.

Mostly personal files,

but there were some classified
documents you viewed at home,

against protocol, I must add.

- She told you?

- I saw her footprints.

I finally hit on one
of the providers

she highjacked
and untangled the proxies.

She viewed scores
of operational files

in the weeks
prior to her arrest,

which is how she had time
to get rid of the computer,

the phone and anything else
she didn't want us to find.

Oh. And the money.

- She knew we were coming.

- Sir, not only did she know
we were coming, she invited
us in.

- Is Cornelia Gray the mole?

(*)

- Chase is the mole.

- What?

- Even if it's not him,
he knows who is.

- No. No way.

- Aimes as much as swore to it.

You don't have to come in.

I don't want you to lose
your job,

but I do need you to access
the cameras and the alarms.

We're just going to look around.

If not Chase, then who?

- Might be you.

(*)

- Done?
- Uh-huh.

- If he isn't hiding anything,
why did he point me at Tagg.

Tagg? Seriously Tagg?
Tagg is Tagg.

And before that
he hinted at Abbott.

Abbott is pride,
ambition, power.

The person we're searching for
is satisfied

watching from the background.

A rooster doesn't hide
behind the barn when he crows.

- Are we sure there aren't
armed guards? Or dogs?

- He's not Pablo Escobar.

Chase's thing
is everyone loves him.

And even though the rich
and powerful only love him

because he has a treasure trove
of damaging info on them,

he's convinced he's safe.

And he's allergic to dogs.

- So, if Abbott's power
and ambition, what am I?

- Thought.

- Thought? That's boring.

What are you?

- Chaos.

(tense music)

- Whoa.

This?

- No. It's a
carry-it-in-your-breast-pocket

so-it-can-stop-a-bullet-sized
bible.

When Chase and Aimes
were marines,

a charity handed them out
for free and some men
tossed them

and some used the pages
for toilet paper.

Chase wrote notes in his,

in code, of course,
over the word of God
because...

we know whose word he thought
was more important.

Even after he entered
in intelligence.

Contacts in the US.
Contacts in Russia.

(intriguing music)

"Pearl-handled pistol belonging
to Eleanor Roosevelt."

"Presented by Franklin
Delano Roosevelt Jr.

to Chase Cornet,
September 10, 1982."

- I love Eleanor Roosevelt!

Wait! Eleanor Roosevelt
owned a gun?!

Oh!

- Uh, several.

Nice ones, too.

You know, Chase didn't stop
carrying the Bible

'til long after he realized
there were some things

that were never meant
to be written down.

- Wouldn't he have burned it
or shredded it?

- Aimes said he saw it in this
room less than ten years ago.

I mean, look at this.

In Chase's mind,

everything he touches
has to be preserved for history.

(sighing)

(*)

(stamping on the floor)

- You don't know
that it's in there.

(chuckling)

Well, are you gonna
break it open?

- No.

Well, I can't.

The only person who can open
that is Chase.

- So...?

- So...

I'm gonna let him open it.

(dramatic music)

- Are you fucking insane?!

- You should probably go.

(*)