- Will you at least share the information you received?
- One of the people in contact with the mole
is Vladimir Orlov.
- Orlov was ruthless when it came to gaining
US intelligence for the Russians.
That's Andrei Levitsky.
He must've told Gray about Orlov.
- Maybe I will never be ready,
maybe I'll be ready tomorrow. But no matter what,
I don't want my daughter to get hurt the way that I was.
- Tessa had a lot of secrets.
Your father told me.
- I found this in one of her shoes.
- Is that Russian?
- Code. My step mother had coded communication.
(train horn blaring)
- I wasn't the only one watching you two
at the storage unit.
- You want to use the IEP
on Cornelia Gray?
You want to kill her.
- You're not the mole, though.
(birds chirping)
(tense music)
(Gray): Hey.
(sirens wailing)
(blipping)
(indistinct chatter)
I need your help.
You're the only person around here I trust.
If I give you a list of my former contacts,
can you track them down?
- Mm-hmm.
- I also need a peek at Abbott's financial records.
- Okay. Anything specific? - All of them. Past 20 years.
I'm on the computer in the conference room.
- But--
(keyboard clacking)
- Come to my office.
(indistinct whispering)
(tense music)
(chiming)
- You know, we never really got to know each other back when.
I hope that changes.
- Your attack dog needs to be leashed.
Keep Gray out of my operations.
- You know, I'm really confused, Wendell.
Why don't you talk to Chase?
He's invited her for a personal meeting tomorrow.
He gave her autonomy.
I'm not running Gray.
- You run Sara. You run Rousseau.
Gray's in your guest house. It's on you.
- God, I hate him.
-I'm looking for Emmerson Miller?
Emmerson? Cornelia Gray.
I don't know if you remember me--
(chuckles)
Just a little help. Um...
I need information on an associate of ours,
I think you knew him about as well as anybody.
Wendell Abbott.
(sirens wailing)
(ominous music)
(mysterious music)
(birds chirping)
- Do they make Andy travel?
- Uh, it depends. If it's somewhere nice--
Greece, Antigua, a senior attorney takes it.
But if a witness needs to be deposed
in the Everglades, that's Andy.
- Thought about children?
Was that too personal? - No it's just...
Well, Andy has two brothers and a sister.
His parents had four. He wants four.
And he wants them now. But if four human beings
are coming out of me, then they are going have to wait.
- Don't wait too long.
- Ooh.
- You just move the paper in a circular motion
and let the scissors do the work.
Do you want to try it?
- No way. I'd so cut a finger off.
- The first thing my grandmother had me make was a cat.
A blob with a tail.
I was very disappointed.
And when I asked her if I could give her eyes, she said,
"She has eyes, sweetheart, they're closed.
She's sleeping."
- And what happens if you make a mistake?
Do you start again? Or do you try and fix it?
- What do you mean?
- Well, you barely look at the paper half the time.
What happens if you slip?
- I don't slip.
(chuckles)
- Uh, so I sent you a list of those names you asked about.
A few are dead. Henderson, last year,
and Zeller's been gone fifteen.
- Any luck with the code?
- Not yet.
- You know, I realize, by asking you...
to help me, I've put your life in terrible danger.
I'm being followed. Are you?
Have you had your apartment swept?
- For what, devices? No.
Well, when we moved in, someone came from Cerberus.
- Who?
- Tagg sent someone.
- I don't mean to make you paranoid...
- Well, shouldn't you actually be out looking?
- I don't look.
I poke, I prod. I stay perfectly still.
The mole comes to me.
Like a spider in the center of the web.
- That doesn't make sense.
Surely all they have to do then is stay hidden.
- If they had patience, yes. But they don't.
Each head of Cerberus is aggressive in his or her way.
Their only choice is to kill me.
- So your plan is to wait and be killed?
- Being killed isn't part of the plan.
(sizzling)
(gasps) - Oh!
(sighing)
- Chinese?
(tense music)
Oh! Wait, wait, wait! I told you we'd forget!
- See you later.
(distant engine starting)
(engine revving)
(engine starting)
(tense music)
(tires screeching)
(honking)
(sighing)
(vehicle approaching)
- What?
What?
Oh, my God.
Hey. - Hey.
- What do you have in mind?
(chuckling)
- You did the whole baby thing once, what do you think?
David insists on glass bottles.
Hospitals use plastic.
Use it once, throw it away. No germs. Am I right?
Who knows better than the hospital?
- David makes you wash them, doesn't he?
- There are millions of them!
Lydia never stops, I don't know where she--
(chuckling) Cornelia?
Sorry. Oh, God.
I came out to ask how your meeting went.
- My meeting with Chase is tomorrow.
Tell me the truth.
Am I going to have sex with him?
I want to know what kind of underwear to wear.
(scoffing)
- No. (chuckling)
No, no, you missed all that. (clears throat)
Two, three years ago,
there were a slew of accusations.
Staff, interns, an ATF agent...
The powers that be, they put Chase straight.
- What? Wait. Who did?
- Well, whoever Chase answers to.
- Who has he ever answered to? (laughing)
- I don't know.
But he had a "come to Jesus" moment,
so, trust me on this, he's not gonna
step out of line with you.
- And what happened to the accusations?
- They went away.
- Well, I'm still gonna wear nice underwear.
- Okay, I confess.
I did not come down to talk about
glass bottles or Chase Cornet.
I saw how upset you were on the phone.
Talk to me.
Did you get bad news?
- Levitsky's dead.
(sinister music)
(choking)
- Well, what does that do to what you're doing?
(sighing)
(glass shattering) (David): Fuck!
Kevin!
Oh, Jesus.
David! I'm taking care of it!
(Gray): I forgot how beautiful your house is, Chase.
(chuckling)
(Chase): Just before you got here, I received some
intelligence about our friend, Levitsky.
- Oh.
- I don't know why it hit me so hard.
I'd been under the assumption he'd been dead all these years.
- Cerberus only found out he was alive
when they learned it from me. A week later, he's murdered?
- That confirms that the mole is one of the heads of Cerberus.
- I need your help with two things.
(birds chirping)
Sewn into my clothes.
Did you do the sewing?
- Those are expensive.
- Planted in my car.
Oh, this one, I dug out of the sole of my shoe.
(chuckling)
If I'm gonna find your mole... - Mm-hmm.
- I can't be followed and tracked.
- What else?
- Abbott.
- Hmm. Let's get a drink.
You'll never hear a bad word from me about Abbott.
- We always stayed out of each other's way.
- He was my top op before I installed him in Cerberus.
As valuable to me as you were to Beckham.
Though there were always red flags.
- How red?
- Well, he altered his grades in school.
Anomalies on his lie detector.
Deviations in his personality assessment.
- Nobody's perfect. - No.
His father owned a restaurant in Sag Harbor.
The government thought he was laundering money
so they harassed him until he blew his brains out
in his empty dining room.
- Hmm.
- Wendell scrubbed the walls and the ceiling by himself
to get the place ready to sell it,
to pay back the tax debt.
- Someone like that might hold a grudge against the government.
- I took a chance. - Mmm.
- And I got myself an agent with no entanglements,
no family, no friends... - No life?
- Like you.
(soft music)
(birds chirping)
- Have you heard of the Celia H. Foundation?
- It's all over Abbott's financials.
- No.
- He fancies a garrote sometimes.
Do you think he killed Levitsky?
(birds chirping)
(phone ringing tone)
Sara?
I need you to track down one more person.
I just saw his picture on Chase's wall.
His name is Jacob Aimes.
A-I-M-E-S.
- Okay, on it.
(clears throat)
(breathing deeply)
She wants information on someone.
- She's using you. Well, that's great.
- Am I her "handler" now?
- Sara, you're not her handler. You're her friend.
She trusts you. Your job is to do anything she asks,
and swear to her...
you won't tell a soul. Hmm?
And then come tell me right away.
- You want me to be a snitch?
- You're not a snitch! You're a spy.
Look... If you worked for the IRS
and you seized somebody's life savings,
would you be a thief? No.
You'd be a civil servant.
And we all know there's nothing more honorable
than a civil servant, now is there, Sara? Hmm?
Who did she ask for?
- Uh, Jacob Aimes.
(tense music)
- Jacob Aimes...
Oh now, there's a can of worms.
(Gray): Beautiful house.
- I have nothing to hide, but nothing to give you.
- No time, less patience?
- Why did you call Emmerson Miller?
- I didn't. Did someone call him posing as me?
- If you think Emmerson knows anything about me, he doesn't.
- And if he did, he wouldn't say anything.
It's why I didn't call.
No one ever says anything about you, do they?
- Let's not play games.
You and I used to get along
by staying out of each other's way.
Let's go back to that relationship.
- That's not really a relationship, is it?
It's the opposite.
- You know, I support what you're doing,
and whomever you may take down.
If it's Tagg, fine.
Gold, better.
- Hmm. - Both? Kudos.
- Yeah, but your assets have been the hardest hit.
Do you feel the person leaking the information
is targeting your operation? - No.
- Targeting you personally? - No.
- I mean, do you ever discuss your operations
outside of Cerberus?
- I don't discuss my operations inside Cerberus.
- Any friends? Spouse?
- No. - Psychiatrist? Priest?
Lover?
Prostitute?
(chuckles) - No.
- Why does Chase think you're the mole?
- He doesn't.
- Practically said so. - No, he didn't.
- He did. - You misheard.
- Do you think he's that loyal to you?
- I think he's that afraid. - Afraid? Chase?
He's your mentor. He gave you your start.
- I gave myself my own start.
- Hmm. Who killed Winston Beckham?
- The same person who killed Andrei Levitsky.
- Hmm.
- We done?
- Thank you.
(sighing) - Oh, do you play the piano?
- No.
(propellors whirring)
(vehicles honking)
(sniffs)
- Gray left early this morning.
Did she come see you?
- Uh, yeah, she's still focused on Abbott.
And she's seeing Ben today. Her son.
- And, uh...?
- And, uh...
She showed me how to do Scherenschnitte.
- Did you get her to talk about Levitsky?
- Never came up.
- About meeting Chase Cornet?
- No, sir.
- Are you going with her to see her son?
- No. I mean, why would I?
That's private between her and Ben.
- There has never been a distinction
between Cornelia's personal life and her work.
Why is that so difficult to understand?
(drawer closing)
Okay.
Since she's off to see her son,
I have something else for you. Take Rousseau.
We had a look at your work on Gray.
- You looked at it?
- I had someone look at it, yes.
- What, you had another analyst look at my data?
- You're a field agent now, you don't have time,
I had Connors look through it.
Do you... Do you not like Connors?
- No, I like Connors.
- Well, there's an issue.
- With my data?
- With money.
The money doesn't add up.
Gray's motives don't add up either.
What did she do with all that cash?
- In the interrogation, Gray admitted that she hid
a stash of cash before she went underground.
She used the cash to purchase the house in Marlboro
and the tea room, before she eventually
settled as Janet Lester. - Okay...
- Okay, and matching her declared earnings
against her expenses, she should have
four to six thousand dollars left.
- So?
- So she didn't use banks,
she had no time to stash the cash before the raid,
and nothing was found in your search.
So where's the money?
- Why don't you just ask her? Aren't you two besties?
- You know, I will admit it. She has a way of making you
feel like the most important person in the world,
like she's helpless and you're the only one
that can help, do you know what I mean?
- She's got you figured out.
- It's my job to make her think that.
Anyway, Connors generated a list of seven storage facilities
within a 50-mile radius of Janet Lester's house
in Marlboro that accept cash on rentals.
Now, I doubt the analysis of the numbers.
I don't think there's any money left.
But here we are.
- I saw those men again.
- What men?
- Men watching you and Gray that night.
Not Gold's men, the other ones.
- Who are they?
- I don't know, but if I were you,
I'd watch my back.
(jazzy music)
(indistinct chatter)
- Mom?
(tense music)
- Hi! Hello. - Oh, hi.
- Excuse me, um, this is going to sound maybe a bit weird,
but my aunt, she was in a car accident over in Florida,
and well, she left her old address book
in a storage locker. But the thing is,
well, her memory isn't quite right
so she can't actually remember the name of the place
or, um...
This is her photo. Does she look familiar?
- I never forget a pretty face. - Mm-hmm.
- It's Virginia Kerr.
- Thank you.
- I'm sure you have a lot of questions.
What are you studying?
- I still haven't picked a major.
- Well, what do you like?
You'll figure it out.
- Dad says that.
- I bet you don't remember when we used to come here.
You were too... too little.
- You used to take me for...
allergy shots across the street every Saturday.
And we had that cat with the wonky eye, Loops.
We'd come here after.
Just you and me.
We sat here.
Definitely, right here, more than once.
And that table a few times.
I don't really remember when we stopped
getting the shots exactly...
- We gave Loops to your father's cousin, Ann.
And she claimed the cat destroyed her drapes.
It hurt too much...
having them stick you week after week.
- Didn't hurt.
- It hurt me.
What a memory you have.
- You know what else I remember?
That time that I was sick.
You know, in the hospital?
And that next day, that you went away.
I told them.
I told Dad.
I told those government guys, I told everyone.
- I'm sorry.
- Then two, three times a year,
someone from...
some agency would pull me out of class
or stop me in the mall
or come to the house...
And they all asked me the same thing.
(Ben sighs)
How would I know?
Maybe she slipped out for an hour?
Killed Beckham then.
I always told them the same thing.
I knew you were there all night...
because I never let go of your hand.
I didn't care if they believed me.
I never let go.
Tell me I told them the truth.
(sniffling) - I never let go, Ben.
(soft music)
I never let go.
- Thank you.
You know what? I think she might've been
working out of here.
- Hey, Connors was way off.
It's gone now.
But from these wrappers,
I'd guess there was several million dollars here.
(propellors whirring)
(tense music)
(sighing)
(Gray): Tessa had a lot of secrets.
(digital beeping)
(sighing)
- Come on...
Hmm.
Just move the paper in a circle.
Circular combination cipher. Holy shit.
The Cyrillic is double encoded.
(tense music)
No.
(phone ringing)
Hey.
- Jacob Aimes?
- I still haven't found anything.
- Could be another country, under a different name.
Or dead like most of the others. Keep trying.
Oh, also, I need the address of the Celia H. Foundation.
- Hmm...
Okay, check your messages.
The foundation's not far from your old place in Marlboro.
Talk to you soon.
(soft music)
(church bell ringing)
(brakes squealing)
- Ma'am. - Thank you.
(geese squawking)
(soft music)
Hi. You must be Celia. It's so nice to meet you.
(tense music)
(indistinct chatter)
(knocking)
- Oh, my God!
We thought we'd never see you again!
- I was starting to think so, too.
- You look great.
- Thanks. I'm back in the city, back at my old job.
- What happened? Jesus, that was frightening!
I mean, it was like a bad dream!
Uh... Look, we just had dinner. Do you want some coffee?
- No, no, no, I can't stay.
I wasn't that far away, and I thought I'd swing by
and say hi to my favorite neighbors.
I'm so sorry about everything.
- It's not your fault.
- Apparently, the woman they're looking for,
Cornelia something,
uh...
she'd stolen my identity.
I had no idea.
- Oh my God, that happens. That happens to people.
- Hello, Elizabeth.
- Did you come to take Mittens back?
(chuckling) - No, no, no.
I-I came to see if she could stay here with you.
If it's okay with your parents?
She's so wonderful.
- Yeah, they are. (chuckling)
Well... - Thank you.
- God, Janet, I'm just glad it all worked out.
Thanks for dropping by.
Made Elizabeth happy.
(birds calling)
(indistinct background chatter)
- You look nice.
How did you know I'd be here?
- The trackers Tagg hid in your car.
- Oh, I thought I'd found them all.
So you know where I've been.
- Yes.
- Hmm.
(tense music)
I know what it's like.
My mother died of Alzheimer's.
Your mother is so dear.
Deep down inside, she's still there.
She loves her son so much.
Loves her little boy.
I'm so sorry...
for what you've been through, Wendell.
- You crossed a line.
How quickly could I end your life?
- In the blink of an eye.
- You don't think you could stop me?
- No.
It wouldn't matter, you're much stronger.
- So then you know.
You're alive because I allow you to be alive.
- I know.
- I... allow you...
to be alive.
- We're so much alike. - I didn't invade your family.
- I wanted to know you.
- You wanted an advantage. - No.
We've both been hurt by the life we chose.
The one that chose us.
We could make each other feel so much better.
We don't have to be alone.
We don't.
Are you afraid to look at me?
Are you afraid to see yourself?
Hmm?
You don't have to look at me...
to know I'm here.
I'm here.
I'm right here.
Have you...
ever heard...
of Jack Unterweger?
Playwright.
Television host.
1970s.
- I've never heard of Jack Unterweger.
- He loved women.
At least 12.
Women... (sighing)
He made love to women.
(breathing heavily)
And he killed women.
(grunting)
He killed them with their own bras.
(panting)
The underwires broke their hyoid bones.
Less pressure compresses the carotid,
you'll have the orgasm of your lifetime.
More pressure, and the underwire...
(chuckling)
I'm having the best day...
of my life.
(panting)
You want to know...
You want to know the difference
between us, Wendell?
(gasping)
You brought a weapon, I wore one.
(sighing)
(panting)
(tense music)