All language subtitles for Gray.S01E04.XviD-AFG

Saw those men again.

What men?

Not Gold's men, the other ones.

So, in the interrogation,
Gray admitted that she hid

a stash of cash before
she went underground.

It's gone now, but
from these wrappers,

I guess it was 7
million dollars here.

Is that
Russian? - Code.

My stepmother had
coded communication.

I received some intelligence
about our friend, Levitsky.

Cerberus only found
out he was alive

when they learned it from me.
A week later, he's murdered?

Mm, that confirms that the mole

was one of the
heads of Cerberus.

I need a peek at Abbott's
financial records.

You must be Celia. It's
so nice to meet you.

Your mother is so dear.

You crossed a line.

Ah...

I'm counting on you to bark
if she comes up behind me.

Yes, I-I'd like to
speak with George Liang

in new accounts.

No, I can only speak
with Mr. Liang.

Please, have him call this
number as soon as he can.

Rough night, Abbott?

Defense is keeping this quiet,
but there was an incident

this morning. Personnel
file must have been leaked.

Blake Granger,
American engineer,

assigned to the Freedom
Missile program in Seoul.

He was lured to the
DMZ. He was kidnapped.

Ooh. That's your program,
isn't it, Abbott?

Could they have used
the IEP on Granger?

That's the concern.
If they did, the intel

he could spill would have
catastrophic results.

Everyone have a great weekend?

If there's still a problem,
why the fuck is she still here?

Valid point.

Mm.

This is so good.

We used to have the worst
coffee back when I started.

Oh, let's table this for now.

All right. We'll
pick this up later.

You found it.

Hmm.

Tagg, we need to talk.

In my office.

I sleep so well at your house.

David has very expensive taste.

My husband, David?

Oh, I see.

You rattled Gold's
cage and Abbott's,

and now it's my turn, hmm?

I looked at your financials.

Around the time
that you met David,

you started having these
unexplained influxes of cash.

We are not having
this conversation.

You bought the
house you're in now,

a bungalow in Virginia Beach.

You pay for the surrogate,

you pay for the country
club membership,

you paid for David's
cosmetic dentistry,

you paid for David's therapy,

you paid for David's
riding lessons...

Blah, blah, blah.

You are this close

to going back into
your concrete box.

For pointing out that
your much younger husband

is expensive?

Or is that just something...

you say to friends?

Hmm. Hmm.

Open this if I don't come back.

Don't show Tagg.

Tagg?

We only have each other now.

Let's go for a ride.

I know what I said.
Of course, I know.

I said it, didn't I?
But what I'm saying now

is things are busier than
I expected them to be.

I can't do one week on,
one week off, David.

It has to stay...

Come in!

It has to stay every other day.

B-but you see I-I'm not
asking to change things.

I'm asking for the opposite
of changing things.

I'm asking for not
to change things.

I'm asking for no cha...

Sure. Th-that's just for
right now; that could cha...

Yes, the change could
change today, for all...

I don't know. I wish I did.

Sure. Fine.

You'll be the first to
find out. Okay. Okay. Yep.

Yep. Yep.

Love you.

Did you give Gray my financials?

Mm, yeah, along with
everyone else's.

You said to do whatever she...

Sure. It's fine, it's fine.
It's just, she's just...

- Gray.
- Ugh!

Gray.

How did she react when you told
her about the storage locker?

Mm, I haven't told her.

I mean, should I?

She had a great deal of
money in that storage locker.

Where did it go?

She could be funding a whole war

with that fucking
storage locker.

She's in your head.

I need you in her head,

but she's in yours, isn't she?

What? No.

Do I need to take
you off of this?

She's not in my head.

Here's the question
you need to be asking,

and this goes for every
interaction you have with her:

"How does what I'm doing
benefit Cornelia Gray?"

- I'm sorry?
- What will she gain

by letting you find the locker?

- She didn't "let me."
- Oh, it's best to assume

that she did.
- Sir, I think you're giving her

way too much credit.
I've studied her files.

I know what she is. I'm
actually a lot like her,

only better.

I've been playing along,
the wide-eyed protégé.

I know what I'm doing.
- Look at me. I'm shaking.

I just spent two
minutes with her.

Did you see what
she did to Abbott?

- No, what did she do?
- I don't know.

But did Abbott seem even
vaguely Abbott-like to you?

And what was he
doing with her bra?

- Well, I don't...
- Okay, look...

Let's say "Sara finds the money"

wasn't part of
her original plan,

which I doubt. But you
still have to ask yourself

how will she benefit if you
tell her you found the locker?

And how does she benefit
if you don't tell her?

How does she benefit
if we keep having

this conversation? And how
does she benefit if we stop?

Exactly.

Did your father ever tell you

the moment he knew
he had to hire Gray?

Gray has an older
sister, Margaret.

She also had a brother, Paul,

but, well, that's
something else.

Mm-hmm. That's
all in her file.

Yes, well, this isn't.

Gray was six, or seven.

Margaret was a teenager.

Gray was her
grandmother's favorite;

precocious, already
smarter than Margaret,

even with the age gap.

One hot summer day,

Margaret padlocked her in
a toy chest in the garage

and then went off
with her friends.

Gray screamed herself hoarse,

but no one heard.

She banged, she kicked,
she pushed for three hours,

but the box was made of oak.

Finally, exhausted, dehydrated,

she managed to remove a hinge

by tearing off the
toenail of her big toe,

folding it over, and
using it as a screwdriver.

You're not like her, Sara.

Hmm.

- Did John ever learn about...?
- No.

And at this point,
he-he's not going to.

I came across snapshots
of us just last night.

Beach or bedroom?

Both. Antigua, remember?

How could I forget
that sprawling place

your father owns?

Well, it's mine now.
Well, practically.

Has he passed?

He's hanging on,
but he can't travel.

Parkinson's, Alzheimer's.

That must be sad.

Yes, it must be.

Did I ever tell you he tried
something on that trip?

No!

But he did.
- Oh. Sweet old lech.

He was very proud, too.
Kept a written record.

You know, I found
it when I was seven.

Ah, caused such a
stir at Easter dinner

when I asked why my three
aunts all had a different

number of stars next to their
name in my father's red book.

Did you bring me out
just to reminisce?

No. I have information
I've decided to share,

which might be critical
for your investigation.

Did you hear Tagg
asking about the IEP?

If you're not familiar with it,

it's the Interrogation
Enhancement Program.

It was developed
under Christina Gold.

And she may have mentioned
it in my bathtub.

Six months ago, a sample of it
found its way into the hands

of the Reconnaissance
General Bureau,

who enlisted the aid of the
SVR to reverse engineer it.

- The mole?
- Feeling at the time

was your friend Tagg may
have been behind its sale.

Are y... Are you
saying Tagg's the mole?

He vehemently opposed the IEP.

It's success vaulted
Gold ahead of him

with the pecking
order of Cerberus.

If a copy of the IEP is
used on Blake Granger

and he exposes the
Freedom Missile program,

Gold's career will
never recover.

Tagg is the one who benefits.

Beckham.

Something wrong?

Just looking for Gray's
footprints on the internet.

All the material on the
IEP is under lock and key

at the Pentagon. We'll bring
you in under my clearance.

No photos, no notes.

- I don't need notes.
- Oh, yes, of course.

How could I forget? The amazing
memory of Cornelia Gray.

Group J of
20 life-sentence prisoners

were each issued a playing card.

Each was informed if they
did not reveal the card

to interrogators
within 48 hours,

they would be rewarded
with a full pardon.

This prisoner revealed his
card nine hours, 22 minutes

after administration of IEP-485.

Eighteen prisoners revealed
card within 27 hours

of administration of IEP-485.

Eighteen prisoners who revealed
card died of various causes

within 14 days of
administration of IEP-485.

Names and causes of
death are attached.

They're all dead.

If Chase comes back,

tell him I went to get
something to eat. Excuse me.

Hello.

George Liang, Grand
Liberty Savings,

returning your phone call.
How can I help you today?

Hi. George, w-we don't
actually know each other,

but this is Cornelia Gray.

Oh. Uh, hi.

Well, it's great to
finally meet you.

Even though it's over the phone.

Did Sophie know you were
going to call, or...?

No.

No, of course not.

The last thing I
want to do is put you

in the middle of anything, so
please feel free to say no,

or hang up and we can
pretend we never talked.

But would you...

Would you ever have
time to meet me?

I'd really like that.

Are you free tomorrow
morning around eight?

Sure. Eight o'clock where?

How's Sunset Grill? On 11th?

Um, I'm sorry. I-I'm having
trouble hearing you. Where?

- Sunset Grill.
- Oh, I know that place!

Yes, eight o'clock.
Thank you. Thank you.

You don't know what
this means to me.

- Of course.
- Take care.

You, too.

Ah!

Oh...

All right?
- Yeah, in the back.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

Why didn't you pick
up? What happened?

I-it's okay.

I need help does
not mean it's okay.

One of those
statements is a lie.

You're angry. You've
been angry all morning.

Why did you have these?

I-I wanted to see
how Winston Beckham's

daughter turned out.

You found out I was the
one looking for you.

Also, these dust marks
match the configuration

of a desktop computer that
sat underneath a worktable,

but I thought you
didn't have a computer?

I never said, I never said that.

These pictures were snatched
from my friend Ann-Marie's

Facebook page.

I didn't want to be traced.
I knew they would find me

if I looked up Ben
or Sophie or John.

Do you know how hard that was?

And where's the computer?

In a landfill. This is Tagg.

He's trying to drive
a wedge between us.

He knows you're the
only person I can trust.

You say that, yet you
won't stop playing games!

And that book you gave me. What
am I meant to do with that?

What's going on? Oh, my God!

You okay? Shit. What happened?

Come in. Come in. What happened?

Well, I barely even knew what
happened. I didn't even...

That's why I just texted.

I didn't even feel
it. I didn't, oh, God.

Leaving Sophie and
Ben left a hole.

But when Elizabeth
next door was born,

for the first time,
I had a-a substitute.

I would babysit once
or twice a month.

Oh, they may have
nicked a kidney.

I've been stabbed before,
trust me, it missed the kidney.

And I fed her. I bathed
her. I dressed her.

I bandaged her knee when
she fell off her bike. I...

I was proud of her when she
won her school spelling bee.

What little girl knows
how to spell "peninsula"?

I was part of a family again.

But one night, when
her parents were out,

she had a-a bad cough.

I sat with her in my arms
on the edge of the tub

and ran the water as
hot as I could get it,

but the steam wouldn't help it.

I wrapped her in a blanket
and raced her to the hospital.

Trachea infection, turns out,

n-not very common.
They had to intubate.

The doctor told me she...

she might have died had I
waited one minute longer.

Then what happened?

It was pretend.

Her parents came.

I-I mean they were
grateful, beyond grateful.

Elizabeth was in the
hospital for seven days.

Her mother was allowed...

at her bedside the entire time.

The hospital wouldn't
let me visit.

I wasn't family.

Even when they brought her home,

her mother wouldn't allow
me to see her because...

of the risk of reinfection.

I-I-I don't blame her,

but it made me remember...

I have a family.

And they're not pretend.

Yesterday with Ben? His eyes.

Those were his eyes! The
eyes don't change, do they?

I held him so tightly
and for a second,

he was my child again.

We should have gone
to Urgent Care.

He's... He's so
handsome and shy.

That's the best
combination, isn't it?

We talked for about an hour;
he really started to open up.

They could have got your kidney.

They missed the kidney.

And now...

I'm going to see...

Rose's dad, and that means
I'm going to meet Rose soon.

And when...

when I hold her, I'm
never going to let her go.

This was a bad idea.

Sara, I've been stabbed before.

If it was the kidney, I
would have gone into shock

and been pissing
blood, believe me.

You at least need stitches.

It's-it's... Grab
the clear nail polish

and just put it on,

and then slap this
covering back on. Just...

- This?
- Oh... Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Wait.
- Yeah, just slap it back on.

This isn't a bandage.
It's a scarf.

It's actually quite nice.

Well, it's cotton.

And I didn't see an apothecary.

Sometimes you have to take
what God puts in your path.

- Did you actually say that?
- What?

Apothecary.

Yeah.

Apothecary.
Wh-what do you say?

I don't know? Chemist?
Drug store? Pharmacy?

What do
you mean, missing?

That makes it twice
she's disappeared on us.

She's your responsibility, Tagg.

You brought her in.
You get to find her.

I want an update first
thing in the morning.

Don't spoil me. You'll
never get rid of me.

Was this your father's?

Yeah. He let me wear
it whenever I got sick.

So, I scrubbed the security
footage at the boutique.

I didn't have to at the
mall because all the cameras

conveniently went offline

an hour before
you were attacked.

Either way, I'm really pleased
he didn't do more damage.

Can you explain this?

I got that in the
mail yesterday.

Before I slipped it to you.

It's supposed to be Levitsky's,

but it's just not his style.

This can't be real. This
implicates my father.

Levitsky didn't write that.

The mole did.

Sara. Where have you
been? Your phone was off.

I'm sorry. I lost track
of time, compiling data.

Have you heard from Gray?

No. We lose her again?

This actually smells of Tagg.

Wait, Tagg?

She didn't come home last night.

With what happened to Levitsky,

I'd feel terrible if
anything happened to her.

We can't trust him, Sara.

Let me know if
she makes contact.

We can't trust anyone,
but each other.

George.

It's so nice to meet you.

Please, have a seat.

I'd appreciate it if this
meeting stayed between us.

If Sophie found out, I'd
be sleeping in the garage.

- Hmm.
- But look...

I think you should be
allowed to see Rose.

But it's not my call.

I only ever met one
of my grandparents,

and she passed away
when I was four.

I have no memories of her.

It's not fair to deprive
Rose. It's not right.

What has my daughter
told you about me?

Nothing.

Sophie's never said one word.

No pictures, no
keepsakes. Nothing.

And I had assumed you were
dead and it was too painful

for her to talk about.

You know, the first
I ever heard of you

was when Sophie's dad
got drunk off his ass

at our rehearsal dinner.

Since then, I've
heard a lot from Ben.

He idolizes you.

I'm sure Sophie blames you
for all of his drug problems.

What? Wh... what?

No. No. No.

Ben's... Ben's a great kid.

Agree, totally.

We don't send him money
anymore. We just can't.

I guess last semester.
He sold his textbooks

to buy some ketamine.

I'm late.

I-I-I need you to- I need
you to help me see Rose.

You can let me know when
you're taking her out

to a park maybe, or do you
ever pick her up from school?

I-I could go with you one day.

You could say I'm a
friend, a co-worker.

Um, I'm sorry.

Okay.

- Who is he?
- Oh, he's...

Tagg's oldest friend
from way back.

You really think
it could be Tagg?

For all I know, it could be you.

None for me.

Hmm. Yeah, why not?

Oh, Winston's little
girl, all right.

He never turned down a drink.

Can we talk about
your friend Tagg?

That fuck.

You know, his father
was an oral surgeon

and his mother was
a psychiatrist.

I used to say to him, "That's
what you are, all right:

a mindfuck that's
like pulling teeth."

Never spent a day in the field.

Syria, Yemen, Libya? Not Tagg.

He liked telling
other men what to do,

taking credit for
other men's work

and blaming other men when
an operation ran aground.

Showed his ass when
you went down, Nelly.

He might not have been first
to point a finger at you,

but point, well he did.

Everything you went through
was Tagg's doing. Everything.

Those years you
lost? Your family?

It was lockdown after that.

I would sit in Tagg's
office and he'd literally

be working on his
résumé.

Months and months, then
Chase "Presto" Cornet

sashays in, stinking
of baby powder and gin.

You know why we
called him Presto?

Any sign of trouble,
presto! He'd disappear.

Anyway, Chase calls in Tagg.

Abbott calls in, uh...

- Gold.
- Gold. Gold.

And out walks Cerberus.

And they're going to
tell us how to act.

They're going to watch us.

I'm lucky Tagg just fired me.

He could have put a
bullet through my head

in Macy's window on a whim.
No one would bat an eye.

He did you wrong, Nelly, once.

Watch your back.

What were
they working on?

Come on, Cornelia, I
cannot divulge that.

You're my prisoner.

You may never see daylight
again, but I'm your suspect.

You don't have to
share the details,

but I can only buy
you so much time.

Just tell me the
progress you're making.

Oh my God.

I saw how upset you
were on the phone.

Come on. Talk to me.
You know you want to.

Did you get bad news?

Jesus. Jesus Christ.

- I came to tuck you in.
- Oh.

You were talking with Chase

before I left with
him yesterday.

So?

Did he tell you he was taking me

to the Pentagon? Or did
you have me followed?

N-no. Neither!

Hmm.

Or did you task someone
with killing me?

Hmm.

- God.
- Yeah.

Cornelia, we're friends.

Yes, you're the
friend I thought about

every day for 20 years.

Okay, look.

I regret saying that thing
about the concrete box.

I'm sorry. I apologize
for saying that.

If you're the mole...

and I will find out if you are,

I won't put you
in a concrete box.

I'll put you in a brass urn.

Mm-hmm.

Tell me about the, uh,

IEP... 485.

The IEP-485?

- Yeah.
- Oh.

You know...

this is fantasy.

I opposed the IEP
just to sell it?

So I could
buy a beach house?

And, uh, riding lessons?

I read your testimony.

You're not the
type to be bothered

by high fatality rates.

Why did you really oppose it?

I don't care who's
lying and who's not.

You want the truth?
My job has never been

to get the truth. My job
has been to craft the truth.

And to hell with Christina Gold.

Well, what does David
think about that?

Oh, what did you
do? Where is he?

On the sofa. He must have
dozed off watching the news.

David doesn't doze.
He's never dozed.

Well, maybe he took
something to help him sleep?

Jesus Christ!

Lydia! Oh, baby.

Oh, baby, there you
are. Thank God for that.

Daddy's here. Don't worry.

Are you okay?

I really came to say I'm okay,

in case you were worried

that Chase left me
in a ditch somewhere,

or the person you
say you didn't...

I did not send anyone.

I believe you.

Because we're friends.

Sorry. I got spooked.

No. I'm sorry.

No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ugh.