[Alex] Previously on Quantico...
Anybody wanting to attack America just got a huge windfall.
I'm forming a select team to fight it.
My fiancée says I'm too tough on you.
Maxine Griffin, founder of The Roster.
If you want me to drop the story,
then you give me something else to take its place.
-Hello? -I owe you.
[Ryan] Well, how about you buy me dinner?
-I don't pay for stories. -Well, I'll buy you dinner.
[Clay] I'm sorry. We won't be able to fulfill our promise to you.
You could stay here, join us.
You're nothing.
You are my sister.
León, it's Shelby Wyatt.
Thought I'd call and see how you were.
[horns honking]
[device beeping]
[computer beeping]
[exhales]
Wow.
Good morning to you, too.
-Mm. I've missed you. -Mm.
You know, you say that like I'm the one that keeps leaving.
It it were up to me,
I would be with you all day, every day.
Save it for the vows.
[chuckles]
You know, assuming you're not gonna get called away during those, too.
I would never do that.
A runaway groom. How devastating that would be.
[both chuckle]
[cellphone vibrates]
Sorry.
[cellphone clacks]
And he's leaving again.
Are we gonna talk about this new job of yours?
Let me rephrase that.
Okay, let's talk about this new job of yours right now.
You're still a strategist, right?
I plead the fifth.
Oh. And now you're lying?
[chuckles] What are you saying, that I can't have this job and marry you?
I'm saying that I can't be with somebody that doesn't trust me.
When all this is over,
I will be able to tell you everything.
Until them, how about the trust's going both ways and you trust me?
Give me a reason. A real one.
I love you.
That's all I got.
[Keyboard clicking]
[Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness' "Don't Speak For Me" plays]
[Birds chirping]
♪ I think I dug a hole so deep ♪
♪ And lately it's been hard to sleep ♪
♪ Maybe I should dig a little more ♪
♪ Buried under covers, friend ♪
♪ Don't wanna play those songs again ♪
♪ Until I found someone to play them for ♪
♪ Don't speak for me ♪
♪ I'll get with it Give it just a little longer ♪
♪ Don't speak for me ♪
Hmm. Looks like I am the welcome committee.
Yeah? Well, I thought there'd be a big banner
or some home-cooked lasagna, at least.
I mean, isn't that what you people do?
What, you mean FBI agents or clandestine task forces?
You know, no one welcomed me here,
but Alex said it was mandatory that you feel at home.
Well, I already lived here, so...
Hmm. So, my work here's done.
-I'm welcomed. -Great.
It's nice having you here.
♪ ...true ♪
♪ People try to box me in ♪
♪ Telling me it's sink or swim ♪
♪ Maybe I should sink until I stand ♪
♪ Out here where the water's deep ♪
♪ I think I found a voice in me ♪
♪ And someday we will walk upon dry land ♪
Make yourself useful, and help me with this trace.
Well, I was on my way to the gym. Did you sleep?
This is more important than sleeping.
Is everything okay?
I'm fine.
Help or leave.
♪ Every day I feel a little bit stronger than I was when I was ♪
♪ When I was with you ♪
All right. Let's see what you got.
♪ It's true ♪
♪ You don't speak for me ♪
Wish we could all have dinner, but we're off to Savannah.
-[sighs] -Next time you're in Delhi.
-Of course. -[chuckles]
It was so lovely to see you again, Mira.
Bye. Bye.
Bye. Be safe.
[sighs]
Cute family.
-[door opens, closes] -[chuckles]
Yeah.
An old friend from an old life.
She asked a lot of questions.
I gave a lot of vague answers.
-Yeah. -[chuckles]
It's hard to reconnect when everything I do is a secret.
You know what's so strange?
She knows me,
but there's nothing that connects us other than our past.
It's like we existed in two separate universes,
me in my crazy one and she in her --
Normal one?
Is that what you want? A normal life?
Doesn't even matter.
We should go. They'll be waiting for us.
Where's Dayana?
On a case going to federal court.
If she didn't show, her cover could get blown.
But she didn't say goodbye.
Yeah. And you didn't say hello.
-I'm so happy you're here. -[chuckles]
I'd like to bring something to everyone's attention.
My hope is that Sean Gregory's Ponzi scheme coming to light
just weeks after our visit is merely coincidence.
But if I discover that someone on this team has been talking,
you're not only jeopardizing this entire operation,
but you could get us killed.
That said, we need to keep moving forward.
We can thank Nimah for catching this latest ping.
Normally, we have to wait for something to happen.
Not this time.
Whoever accessed our cache of stolen surveillance got sloppy,
downloading to a cellphone,
thus revealing herself quickly --
Rebecca Sherman of New York City.
The socialite?
Her taste, personal network, and dinner parties are legendary.
Everyone from Janet Yellen to Jay Z.
She's a power broker.
She can summon influential people in a room
and get them talking,
even when no amount of official diplomacy has worked.
Okay, and what did she exactly access from the cache?
Classified intel on vulnerabilities in U.S. passport control.
But she hasn't put any of it to use yet.
So, for the first time, we have a chance
to get ahead of a collaborator before they act?
[Clay] Exactly.
She accessed the cache this morning from her phone,
bounced her IP off a sole server in Riyadh.
Shelby, thank you for offering to utilize your asset there,
but we were able to trace it to Rebecca.
Who's your asset in Riyadh?
I thought I could reach out to Samar.
Samar?
The woman who conned you into believing
she was your sister for 15 years?
Shelby, are you crazy?
It was just a thought.
I don't want to diminish this woman
or her groundbreaking work
with seating arrangements and artisanal cocktails,
but are we all agreed here that there is no way
she's a pillar of some global conspiracy?
No, we are not all agreed.
According to my research
into our two identified collaborators, Roarke and Kelly,
Rebecca is connected to both.
Her contacts include very powerful people from all walks of life.
What if -- Yeah, what if this is how the collaborators
contacted each other in the first place?
What if Sherman's the connective tissue?
Really? The hostess, the ringleader?
I really appreciate the thought you've put into this,
but it's kind of absurd.
I wasn't aware it was our job to convince you.
Well, my apologies for taking a contrary opinion.
If this theory is correct, then Rebecca could be the key
to unlocking identities of every collaborator.
We need to figure out a way to get all her information.
But how?
You don't get to be as famous as her
without being a locked box.
So, she works with people of note, right?
She hosts dinners, plans parties,
weddings, even.
[chair creaks]
You want to use me... as bait?
Okay. Now I'm on board.
No. No. No way. It's not happening.
You and your fiancée are planning
the highest-profile wedding of the year.
You reach out to Rebecca, make the intro.
She would never think it's under false pretenses.
This is a good idea.
This is a bad idea.
Why is that? Because, like the rest of us,
you'll finally have some real skin in the game?
This is more than skin. This is my marriage.
Please respect that my life is my life.
I want Max as far away from this as possible.
Okay, so that's that then, is it?
-Hmm? -It's okay for First Baby
to be in the sandlot with the rest of us
as long as he doesn't get his hands dirty?
-Harry, stop. -What? What?
You all put your lives at risk every day,
and he risks nothing.
You have no idea what I have on the line here.
Clay, if there were any other way...
[sighs, clicks tongue]
Maxine can't find out.
All right. Get her to want to meet with Rebecca.
She's the event planner for your wedding.
Entrée into her Manhattan townhouse
is the first step.
[Clay] I bend the truth in my profession,
but with Max, I don't lie.
Ever.
But the key here is not to focus on the lie.
Focus on what the lie gets you.
What makes you so equipped to give me this advice?
I had to manipulate Raina for her own safety at the G20.
And how's that working out for you and her?
We're closer than ever.
I know you're lying.
And you sent the text.
[Owen] After Maxine agrees to meet,
she and Clay will go to Rebecca's home,
accompanied by Alex,
acting as a member of Clay's private security team.
-Rebecca Sherman's gonna recognize you... -Thank you.
...so your first job is to look like you don't want to be recognized.
You'll draw her in.
Yeah.
Hey.
Is your head into this?
Sorry. Yeah. Of course.
And what is it I need to get the information?
You need to access Rebecca's personal computer.
Not hard to do once we've obtained the password.
Okay, so, Rebecca's old-school.
Her computer's closer to a Commodore than a MacBook,
which means she'll have a rudimentary password.
That's the good news.
The bad news is, we can't hack it remotely,
so we'll have to use good, old-fashioned
human intelligence instead.
[Nimah] Sasha Barinov.
The same reporter who exposed the Ponzi scheme.
Yes. I met her at the party.
She's written a bunch about Sherman's soirées.
She could help us get what we need.
I could pay her a visit,
get her to help without her even knowing,
and get to the bottom of who leaked the Gregory story.
Hmm.
Maxine's in.
She said she's always wanted to meet
the great Rebecca Sherman.
Tried to get her to speak at a company event for years.
The meeting starts at 4:00,
which means we have to leave now.
All right. Let's go.
[clears throat] Not him.
What?
Okay, so, what do you propose that I do?
Stay back here in the bunker
while you all go off and play "Say Yes to the Dress"?
No, I've done the research.
I can get us out of that house in six different ways.
Tell Nimah or Ryan.
Oh, Clay, what do you need me to do, kiss the ring?
-[Alex] Stop it. -You're new here.
You can wait your turn.
Now, why don't you guys go ahead? I'll take care of this.
"This"? Really, Owen?
Is that what I am now, "this"?
Okay, I don't know what you are, drunk maybe?
No, Stupid.
Stupid to ever think that anyone would want me here but you.
Do you know what, guys? I don't work in teams. I never have.
And to be honest, I don't think many of you like it, either.
But I will tell you something.
If you leave without me,
I will not be here when you come back.
Harry.
[Birds chirping]
Thank you.
The wedding is not a problem.
I must admit, I was a little surprised
not to be asked to serve on the board of your Ranker.
-Oh, it's -called The Roster.
I'm sorry. That's probably why I wasn't asked.
The Roster, it's very tech-centered,
and, well, you're famous for --
Hating the Internet. I do.
I like people.
I like seeing the way a room changes
when someone new walks in.
I like seeing people connect
who never knew they had so much in common.
So do I.
That's what drives me
to keep The Roster going,
to create a community of women.
We just use the Internet to do it.
I think as long as you don't send out
your wedding invitations via Paperless Post,
we'll be fine.
Well, yes.
-I think that we are all agreed on that. -Yeah.
Oh, um, if you don't mind,
I would like, uh, to check in with my mother.
-Of course. -See if she's okay with all of this.
She had the person that she wanted,
but we like to do things our own way.
Yeah.
Uh, Max, why don't you ask Rebecca
about the last weddings that she's done?
Oh, the upstairs gallery is lined
with personal photographs from previous events that I've done,
-so let me show you, Maxine. -Okay.
Ms. Sherman, um,
in the interest of both your time
and the First Family's safety,
I'd like to address some logistics
before you start, if you don't mind.
Call me Rebecca, please. And it's not a problem.
I've been through this a hundred times.
You go on up. I'll join you.
Excuse me.
[indistinct chatter]
Hey.
Our date's tomorrow, isn't it?
Yeah.
-Well, thank you. -You're welcome.
Mmm. You know my coffee order.
I pay attention.
You need a favor.
-You're good. -Mm-hmm.
You ever think about government work?
I have a feeling I'm about to do some for you.
[Laughs]
So your last event with the Secret Service
was two years ago?
How does one of America's heroes
wind up doing protective detail for the First Family?
I decided to pursue a life
that was a little less, um, involved.
Aren't you bored?
That wasn't a real question. You're bored.
I can tell.
I speak eight languages, three of them well,
and number one is body language.
You have to be able to tell from across the room if it's working,
and you are not comfortable here.
Yes. I'm not.
I have parties with people like you.
There's aren't many like you, that's for sure.
But when I come upon one, I never know where to put them.
No matter who I sit next to them,
it's never a good fit.
Because you're not one thing.
You're not someone who can be placed.
You're not a part of all this.
You're always outside it, above it.
Hey, you passed the gallery.
Where are you going?
I told you to stay with Rebecca.
Your new secret job? That's why we're here?
Do not treat me like I'm stupid, Clayton.
Just hold on for four minutes, okay?
And I don't mean "above it" in the ego-sense of the term.
I mean you see everything.
You can't close your eyes even if you want to.
And neither can I.
That's how I know that you're keeping me here.
With due respect, ma'am,
you're the one who's doing the talking.
Listening can be just as active as talking.
-Ms. Sherman, -I told you, Rebecca.
We still have some final details to go over.
[computer whirring and clicking]
So, you're a hacker and a liar?
Please. Not right now.
Just stand guard outside
and make sure she doesn't come in here.
[sighs]
Oh, mnh-mnh. Use the landline.
You're bossy when you ask for favors.
I know.
[receiver clacks]
Rebecca's one of my favorite people I've profiled.
She has lovely kids.
And to this day, she'll tip me off
when she sees something on sale that would look great on me.
You're really not gonna tell me what this is about?
I'm really not.
Then you're gonna owe me a lot more than dinner.
[Laughs]
Ms. Sherman.
Rebecca, I love the house. Can we have the wedding here?
-Mm. -[cellphone vibrates]
Excuse me. I have to take this.
Of course.
I'll go check on Clay.
Ms. Barinov, I'm in the middle of something.
Uh, I'm sure.
I just wanted to give you a heads-up
that one of our journalists is running a piece on Peggy Deagle,
and she says you're old friends
and mentioned you quite a bit in the piece --
Peggy has been gunning for me for 10 years.
What does she have now?
Mostly things about your family. Your childhood.
[spluttering] Could I run some of the details by you?
Like, did you have a pet growing up?
-A dog? -She talked about Dale?
[Keyboard clicking]
[computer chimes]
I went to Miss Porter's, not Dalton.
She's a moron. Why are you running this piece?
I'm sorry. I know.
[Keyboard clacking]
[computer chimes]
-I'm leaving, Clay. -You're staying, Max,
because you're not the kind of girl that throws a temper tantrum.
"The kind of girl"?
And your mother's name was Robin Marks?
No. Robin Stark.
Why is she -- She was talking about my mother?
[Footsteps approaching]
I'm sorry. I need to go.
Maxine. No. I'm leaving.
[sighs]
[computer beeps]
Clay.
Uh...
You're still FBI.
And you're onto me.
-How? I -- -Thank God.
Can you help me before they kill me?
Turns out Rebecca isn't the sinister force we thought.
Over the course of her career, she's been doing what she does best,
bringing people together.
Unfortunately, along the way,
she helped facilitate connections that led
to the formation of our collaborators.
Why didn't she stop once she realized what she'd done?
Because she has a husband and two kids.
And that adds up as leverage for the collaborators.
She was being blackmailed this whole time.
After the G20, she started looking for a way to get out,
and that's why she accessed the cache.
She was trying to hack into U.S. passport control,
looking for a means to disappear with her family undetected.
And we're gonna help her do exactly that.
In exchange for safe passage, Rebecca's gonna provide us
with the identities of the collaborators
and the information and the evidence we need
to bring them to justice.
But she only knows one for sure outside of Roarke.
Anyone ever heard of Thomas Roth?
Big-league attorney in New York.
D.C. politicos call him the "101st senator."
Right. He uses his legal prowess
to litigate the collaborators' enemies into ruin.
He operates in the corridors of power
to write and shape the laws
that allow them to build their long-term agenda.
This guy must be stopped.
Rebecca lied her way into an urgent meeting.
And like every good lie, it carried a hint of the truth.
She told him that she was compromised.
So he agreed to a meeting tomorrow morning in Central Park.
Okay, we'll have her on comms, and she'll get Roth talking.
Once we get what we need on him,
we'll get Rebecca and her family out of the country.
-Understood? -Yep.
All right. Let's get it.
If you're nervous, don't be. It's normal, okay?
[device beeps] You're not alone.
I thought I would be scared,
but now that I'm here, I feel ready.
The shadow these people have cast
over my life this past year,
you have no idea what it's done to me,
my marriage, my relationship with my children.
I'm afraid to see them, afraid to even call them
for fear of putting them in jeopardy.
But when this is done,
after you've helped Stewart and me find safe passage,
even if it means spending the rest of our days in Greenland,
I'll be able to breathe again.
But you'll have to give it all up.
I mean, the career you've worked so hard for.
My career will outlive me at this point.
That's the thing about women like us, Alex,
our achievements will always be bigger than we are.
Well, those achievements don't really leave
too much room for anything else.
Or, at least that's how I like to explain my love life.
A woman bright, brave, and selfless enough
to save our country from crisis not only once, but twice?
That woman doesn't belong to any man or agency or bureau.
She belongs to history.
What if my place in history costs me
everyone that I love along the way?
You have to choose.
Do you need them more than the world needs you?
[Knock on door]
We're up. You know what to say?
I always know what to say.
[earpiece beeps] Wyatt in position.
[Nimah] Any word from the reporter on who talked?
[Ryan] No. She's protecting her sources.
According to my experience,
Russian women stand their ground with the best of them.
Why did this one help you with our mission?
Well, I can be very persuasive when I need to be.
Or she owed you a favor.
Did you leak information to her?
[earpiece beeps]
Amin is in position. Booth is moving.
[device beeps] All in position.
We're ready, Clay.
Rebecca, you're a go.
[door slides opens]
Harry! You're here.
What, you thought I'd left?
You did leave.
No, no, no. I just ran some errands,
I got my -- got my ducks in order,
whatever that means.
So I could be fully present without resentment or ego.
-How'd you find us? -[Harry] Ah-ah. See? That's --
That's why you want me on your team
because I am very good at what I do.
Plus I put a tracer on the van.
I figured if I just showed up, you'd have to put me into play.
I have nothing in my life,
so it's either this or private security.
And you know what? I like what I do.
And you're still giving me a chance to do that.
So, if you'll take me back,
even with the occasional outburst...
We could use you to cover east of the fountain.
Yeah? Cool. Um, comms?
Magic.
[door opens]
[Birds chirping]
[Owen] I have eyes on Roth. He's approaching Sherman.
[earpiece beeps] Doyle in.
[grunts]
[indistinct conversations]
I run the loop through this park a half dozen times a month
and never take notice of it.
It's stunning, really, if you take the time.
Has someone been looking into us?
You're nervous, Rebecca. You're never nervous.
Given the circumstances, you should be, too.
Our involvement has been acknowledged.
Why don't you start by telling me who
and how you can be so sure?
I was approached.
By who?
Look, I can save us.
We can give them the names of the others
and save ourselves.
[static crackles, whines]
Ugh!
Where's our signal?
-[headset clacks] -I don't know.
Come on.
[Clay] We lost communication.
All we have is visual now.
Rebecca, you're putting me in a difficult position.
I mean, this meeting,
the fact that someone approached you,
what would you do if you were in my shoes?
-I would listen. -[gunshot]
[gasps]
-[screams] -I think someone got shot!
-[people shouting] -[panting]
-[gunshot] -Aah!
[groans]
[gasps]
[man] You can't stay here. Come up the stairs, come on let's go.
Get these comms back online now.
[computer beeps]
Got it.
Someone tell me what the hell is going on.
[Ryan] Thomas and Rebecca are both down. Two shots.
I thought I heard them come from behind me.
Negative -- It came from the joggers' path in the woods,
to the east.
[Shelby] The sniper could be heading west for a quick escape route.
That's where I would exit.
No way of knowing who's right till we find the shooter.
Split up.
[Keyboard clacks]
Clay, she's still alive.
[Owen] I'm going in to recover.
No. EMTs and paramedics are on their way.
Police are even closer.
What?
-[door opens] -Hey. No.
-[door closes] -We can get to her.
If she has any chance of surviving --
We can't risk further exposure,
especially you.
Alex Parrish spotted at a scene like this?
[sighs]
Alex, we made a mistake.
We cannot afford to make another one right now.
Owen, that goes for you, too. Maintain position.
Alex, he's right.
Owen, we need her comm. The cops can't find it.
Rebecca?
Rebecca, can you hear me?
Alex, I'm hurt.
I know, and you're gonna be okay.
The ambulance is on its way. You're not alone.
Just hold on. Listen to my voice.
Focus on breathing.
[Strained] I'm trying. I'm trying.
You're gonna make it through this, Rebecca.
I know it. Just hold on.
Why isn't anyone helping me?
We have to move, Alex.
[voice breaking] Not yet.
They can't find us here.
Rebecca, just listen to me.
Help is almost here. Just hold on.
[gasps weakly]
Tell my family I love them.
Rebecca?
Rebecca, can you hear me?
Talk to me!
-[headset clacks] -[sirens wail in distance]
Sorry.
[indistinct chatter]
-[siren wails] -[Officer] NYPD. Let's move!
NYPD is here.
[indistinct chatter, siren wailing]
-[Shelby] No sign of the gunman. Anyone? -[Breathing heavily]
There's nothing here, either.
[Clay] I need everyone back here now.
-[woman] Which way did it come from? -[man] I don't know.
-Ugh! -[Purse thuds]
[indistinct chatter]
[siren wails]
[woman on phone] No, I don't see you. Where are you coming from?
I don't know what's going on.
Can you tell me what's happening?
[siren wails in distance]
[indistinct chatter]
[door opens, closes]
Where's Harry?
[ducks quacking]
Harry, we need to go. Are you --
[static crackles, comms beep]
He's offline.
We needed to leave five minutes ago. He'll have to meet us back at The Farm.
No, wait. What if he's in danger?
-Harry's a trained assassin. -He is the danger.
Now what?
There's no contingency
for collaborators getting assassinated.
That's a new one on me.
Whoever did this, they knew we were there.
Maybe the same person that talked to the reporter
talked to the collaborators,
tipped them off as to what we were doing.
I don't think that's true.
Neither do I.
Will they pull the plug on this operation?
They wouldn't do that.
We just need a new angle, a new plan.
What we need is to admit we screwed up.
We didn't. It could have nothing to do with us.
Someone else may have been watching Rebecca Sherman
or Thomas Roth.
If the collaborators are behind it,
killing their own so they wouldn't talk,
it's unlikely we will hear anything from them again.
And if they weren't behind it,
then we're up against something we know nothing about.
Either way, I have to tell Keyes and my mother.
Two people are dead. The cops might be onto us.
My own fiancée won't talk to me.
We were so close.
Now we're nowhere.
[door opens]
Call her first before you do anything else.
She won't speak to me.
Well, I can tell you what she's thinking.
You tricked and betrayed her.
Everything you said was half a truth,
which makes it half a lie.
Are you trying to help me or--
Look, this is what happens.
People don't understand at first,
but she knows you.
She knows if you're doing something,
it is for a good reason.
She'll find a way to survive it.
I don't want her to survive it.
What I mean is you will find a language,
a way to talk about it without really talking about it,
until it becomes just another contour of your relationship.
You don't get it.
She knows that I lie now.
Maybe she will forgive me, but even if she does,
like you just said,
she'll say she forgives me,
but she will never really trust me again.
I have destroyed the one good thing in my life for this.
For nothing.
[sighs]
The NYPD called Rebecca's husband.
They told him
it was an active shooter in Central Park.
[sniffles]
I really thought it would take them longer
to frame someone.
You know how easy that is.
Who gets a call when I die?
We don't have many connections,
people in our lives to grieve over us,
and we made that choice.
Doesn't feel like a choice.
Well, it's because you've made it time and again.
It's who you are.
You're the woman who shot your father
to save your mother.
You're the woman who chased a terrorist
to stop a nuclear bomb.
You're the woman who raced into a crisis
instead of away from it.
You're not the person to hide from anything,
and you never will be.
What about you?
Are you hiding?
Looks like you have a choice to make.
What she is --
What she is is your daughter, Owen,
and that's never gonna change.
You're still connected.
What you do with that is up to you.
We are where we are now because of her.
So tell her that.
Tell her how disappointed you are in her.
Tell her how you wish things were different.
But you can't cut her out of your life
because she's not the person that you want her to be.
You told that reporter about Sean Gregory.
Yes.
Why?
Because she put together who I was,
followed me to Brookwell.
[sighs]
So you gave her an exclusive.
And, in exchange, she helped you with Rebecca Sherman.
Well, she is beautiful.
She's all right.
No, don't tell me that you compromised yourself
for someone who's just "all right."
Okay.
-She's beautiful. -Mm-hmm.
But that's not why I did it. I did it to save everyone else.
Well, you exposed yourself,
and now, you should leave the team.
Yeah, I should.
Yet I don't want you to.
You don't?
No, because I'm gonna miss you.
You're my friend, yet you make
the worst decisions when it comes to women.
[sighs]
I could blame you for this,
but I make bad decisions, as well, so...
So what should I do?
Find something on her, this woman.
Compromise her, and you are no longer compromised.
[sighs] Nothing is easy, is it?
I don't know.
Sometimes I think it's easier.
We can't have real connections,
so we're free of the mess that comes with them.
What do I know?
The only real connection I have is with my sister.
Well, the only real connection I have is with Alex.
And neither of them wants us.
[both chuckle]
-Sorry. -Don't be.
You're right.
Come on.
If we're not going to be able to have real connections,
we might as well have fun while not trying to.
Go, get compromised.
I am going to drink
until I forget we had that conversation,
and you are going to get yourself out of this mess
so we can stop making mistakes.
[sighs]
Hey.
[sighs]
Call your sister.
One day, she'll answer.
[device beeping]
[cellphone vibrating]
[vibrating stops]
[soft thud]
[grunting]
The dead father-in-law and brother-in-law's ex
in my house.
That's about where I thought this day would end.
Clay's not home.
Unless you've come to tell me that he's left me for you, too.
No. I'm here to see you, actually.
He sent an emissary?
He doesn't know I'm here.
Oh. I thought I was the only one that didn't know things.
Your fiancé is a great person.
I used to think so.
No. He is.
His father and brother, I'm not so sure.
His mother? Well, the verdict is still out.
But Clay? I mean, he's the one.
He's the one that they got right.
Okay, so you've come all this way to tell me to trust him
and accept him and this double life.
I know what it's like
when the people you care about lie to you.
I found out a couple years ago
that my parents had been lying to me,
exploiting my love for them,
using my loneliness as a weapon.
That was a real betrayal.
That's not what Clay's doing.
It's not who he is.
Well, I fell in love with an honest man.
Yeah, he is still that man.
The guilt of him not being able to tell you what he's doing
is killing him.
All of us working together, we are single without exception,
and there is a reason for that.
It's easier to have no connections
than to explain away secrets to the people that you love.
But Clay is different.
He doesn't want to live like that.
Don't let him.
I don't understand.
Keep doing exactly what you're doing.
Push back when we pull him away. Threaten to walk.
Keep him in his guilt.
That is the only way to make sure he'll come back
from this job as the man you know.
Don't let him change into one of us...
because that's not something he'll come back from.
-[both laugh] -You are making that up.
Hand to God. Right there in the Oval Office.
Oh! Was this while you were on the president's briefing team?
Do you know everything about me?
Because it could make for a very boring date
if I can't even tell a story.
I did my research.
That doesn't mean I know everything.
Well, I don't know anything.
What would you like to know?
Oh. Um... [chuckles]
[sighs]
Why'd you leave Russia?
[Groans]
This isn't first-date material.
It's not our first date.
We were supposed to go to the worst restaurant in town, remember?
Yeah, I think this qualifies.
Yeah.
[sighs]
I was a kid when communism fell.
And we're supposed to live in a new era,
a time when government was for the people by the people.
That sounds familiar.
The government wants to control the people of Russia.
They call it democracy, but it isn't real.
Money is real.
Power is real.
Oppression is real.
And the only way to fight those is with the truth.
I couldn't tell the truth, so...I left.
Do you miss it?
[sighs]
When you leave your home,
you can never be sure if what you miss
is what it was or what you wanted it to be.
My memory is forever changed being outside of it.
I know exactly what you mean.
[chuckles]
Hey. You're still here.
Yeah, we were just going over
all the guest lists Rebecca gave us from her events.
Trying to see if we can figure out the connection,
but I can't find anything.
Same here.
Hey, listen. I'm sorry about yesterday.
I was wrong about Samar.
No, you were right. Some things are unforgivable.
No, this life that we live,
this work that we do,
it's all so lonely.
She may not be your real sister,
but if she feels like family, you can't ignore that.
Call her.
And what about you, Nimah? What's going on?
She doesn't answer my calls.
Well, the Nimah that we know
wouldn't wait for the phone to ring.
She is right.
When is she not right?
[chuckles]
You gonna be okay here by yourself?
Yeah. I got stuff to do. [hesitates] I'll be fine.
-All right. Well, good night. -Okay.
Bye.
[Nimah] Good night.
[Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness' "Love and Great Buildings" plays]
♪ My heart is an apartment Building on the verge ♪
♪ A testament to days more optimistic ♪
Finally, after days at a time away, my fiancé is back.
♪ The market shifts can cause ♪
I hate lying to you.
♪ Storm systems to converge ♪
That's why I'm marrying you.
♪ Till all your high rise dreams Seem unrealistic ♪
♪ I want to keep the lights on ♪
♪ I could raise the rents And resurface the pool ♪
[door buzzes open]
♪ I could take the banks on ♪
♪ Repay all my debts ♪
[woman] Dad.
♪ Get my ass back to school ♪
♪ Love and great buildings will survive ♪
♪ Strong hearts and concrete stay alive ♪
♪ Through the great depressions ♪
Hey.
[woman] Shelby.
It's good to see you.
♪ Brick and plaster Beams and broken windows ♪
I could get into so much trouble for that.
Yeah, it's probably not a good thing to do
your first day on a new job.
Oh, no, probably not.
[sighs]
Well, look at that.
It's 1:00 a.m. I'm done.
Well, where are you headed to next?
I know a terrible bar that's still open.
Oh, lead the way.
[Laughs]
Let me tell the editor on duty.
♪ Get my ass back to you ♪
♪ Love and great buildings will survive ♪
♪ Strong hearts and concrete stay alive ♪
♪ Through the great depressions ♪
♪ Yeah, the best things are designed ♪
[zipper closes]
♪ To stand the test of time ♪
[cellphone vibrates]
Harry, what happened?
I'm starting to get worried about you.
[Harry] Well, don't. I'm fine.
After what happened today, Alex, I can't.
I understand.
I don't want to die for this.
I'm sorry.
I thought you might want to be a part of something with me.
♪ Through the great depression ♪
Yeah. So did I.
♪ Yeah, the best things are designed... ♪
Goodbye.
Goodbye, Harry. I'll miss you.
Take care of yourself, okay?
♪ We'll stand the test of time ♪
[theme music playing]