All language subtitles for G.S01E02.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

- We lost another agent today,
this time in Lebanon.

- We have a mole on Cerberus.

- What if we bring back Gray?

- Cerberus exists
because she killed her boss.

- It's all you, Sara.

She wouldn't be here
without you.

- Are you still confident
she didn't kill your father?

- Hundred percent.

- Why would I help you, Tagg?

- You've been underground
for so long,

I'm sure you'd like
to contact your family.

She's your granddaughter.

- Shit,
it's her daughter's house.

- Sophie, may I come in?

- Chase Cornet created
a splinter group
within the CIA called Cerberus.

Three heads.
Wendell Abbott.

Christina Gold.
And myself.

- The last time I saw you,
you were a child.

You've had four operatives
killed in a month.

The mole could be anyone
in Cerberus.

I can't do what I need to do
with you following me.

If you don't let me find
the mole,

you'll never find the person
who killed your father.

- And has she gone underground
again?

- She might be looking
for her contact
who can expose the mole.

She flew to Paris
and then on to Latvia.

- I had a long talk
with Levitsky.

- Aah! Oh my God! Help her!

(soft music)

(foreign language):

(soft music)

- I said this would happen,
right?

Didn't I tell you
this would happen?

Let me put a bag over
her head, take her out of here
before it's too late.

- As much as I love her,
you may have a point.

- You giving the okay?

- Remind me: what do you have
against Gray?

- I don't have to have anything
against a snake
not to want it in my yard.

- Snakes are very helpful.
They eat rodents.

- Yeah and they bite you
in the ass.

And they shed their skin.

- Let's see
if she's brought us anything.

Just don't mention the bag.
Oh, my God.

- Police say it had to be
a crazy guy.

I think maybe a homeless person,
a drug addict.

- Yeah.

Absolutely.

You know, they should, um...

they should round
those people up,
do something with them, huh?

- Who else walks into a wedding
with a hypodermic needle?

- Right? That's right.
Excuse me.

Knock, knock.

Ah.
I don't know what to say.

- I know you two were close.

- Oh, everyone in Washington
loved your stepmother.

I mean, Tessa always thought
of other's needs
above her own.

I just don't know anyone

who isn't beside themselves
with grief.

Well, everyone except Cornelia.

It was hardly a secret
she always blamed Tessa

for everything that went wrong
in her own life.

- Gray's in Latvia.

- Sara, I need you to listen
to me:

if she comes back, don't let her
slither her way into your life.

Anyone who ever does
comes to regret it.

Don't let her in.

- Honey. You okay?

- No, actually, I was wondering
if I could stay here
for a night or two, just alone.

- Here? At Tessa's?

- It was my father's house
first, sweetie.

I lived here until I was eight
and then when I first
came back from London.

It's going to be
my house again soon.

I'm fine.
I'm fine.

I just... I need some time.

I could start to go through
her things.

- If there's anything I can do.
- Ah, there is.

Can you take this?

I don't want it.
- I will keep it safe for you.

- No, get rid of it.
Drop it in a Goodwill box.

- Okay.

- Not coming home,

giving away your wedding gown.

Should I be worried?

- I'm going to marry you
someday, Andy Westcott.

I'm going to marry the hell
out of you, but it's
not going to be in that dress.

(somber music)

(indistinct radio communication)

- I know those baby blues.

Always picking me up
and dropping me off,
watching me.

Watching me,
picking me up again.

What's the term?
Errand boy?

Soccer mom? Is that it?

(sirens wailing)

(door opening, closing)

- You were much easier
to deal with
back when I smoked.

- Smoking gave you those lines.

- It can never be easy with you,
can it, Cornelia?

- No handcuffs this time around.

Feel like I'm earning
your trust.

- This is not a game.

You are this close

to spending the rest
of your life in a windowless,
concrete box.

And that thought that carried
you through your exile...

that one day you might see
your family again?

You won't have that this time.

- I can't talk to the people

who will give me information
about your mole

if someone is watching me.

If that information
gets to the mole,

my contact is dead
within the hour.

- Did you really go to Latvia?

- Your blue-eyed boy
met me at the plane.

- A private plane

that made an unscheduled stop
in Baltimore.

- I love soft-shell crab.

- If you won't tell me
the name of your contact...

...will you at least share
the information you received?

- One of the people in contact
with the mole is Vladimir Orlov.

Remember him?

The interrogation centers
in Fallujah?

- Iraq is ancient history.

He's retired.

- Mm-mm. He still runs people
in the Middle East.

And he's an advisor
to Reconnaissance
General Bureau in Korea.

You lost agents in both places.

(footsteps in the corridor)

- Okay. What else?

- Tagg?

- Oh, I'm a suspect?
(scoffs)

You're my prisoner,

you may never see daylight
again, but I'm your suspect?

While you were supposedly
"gone,"

Tessa Blair was murdered.

Moments before Sara Beckham's
wedding was due to start.

You don't look very surprised.

You know you can trust me,
Cornelia.

The cameras are off;
microphones are disabled.

Did you kill Tessa Blair?

- As much as
I would have savored it...

No.

- This is bullshit.

- She's still running circles
around you, isn't she?

If she thought
the cameras were off,

why was she still playing
for them?

- We're all familiar
with Colonel Orlov.

And other intelligence confirms
he is indeed active again.

Gray's intelligence was correct.

He was suspected in the past

of attempting
to turn our agents.

If Winston Beckham was turned,

he reported to Orlov.

Orlov was ruthless when it came
to gaining US intelligence
for the Russians.

- If Orlov was in contact
with a mole, we are in trouble.

(sighs)
- There's crumbs in the butter.

I mean, is it really
that complicated?

You use the butter knife
to spread the butter
on your plate.

You then use your own knife
to spread the butter
on your scone.

You don't use the butter knife
to spread the butter
on your scone

and then go back
for more butter.

That's how you get crumbs
in the butter!

- Do we know yet what was used
to kill Tessa Blair?

- Hydrogen cyanide.

- Not potassium cyanide?
Hydrogen?

Nobody's used
prussic acid since...

since the Nazis.

- Abbott has.
- Mm-hm.

- Used it on that Iranian
in Paris in 1998.

- Ninety-seven.

- She makes a good point
about autonomy.

We have to let her investigate

if we want her
to get results.

- Give her to me.

- What makes you think
she'll tell you anything?

You couldn't make her talk
20 years ago.

- Yeah, I didn't have
my new method at my disposal.
- Oh.

You want to use
the IEP on Cornelia Gray?

An experimental interrogation
tactic like that?

You want to kill her?

- No, I want the truth.
Cripe!

Can nobody see
what's happening here?

We let her loose and already
she's out of control.

This is what she does!

She has us
suspecting each other.

Right? So we have to put a stop
to it before it gets worse.

'Member what happened
to Winston.

- You're so sure it was her?
- Yeah.

- Who cares? I don't.

Maybe Gray killed Tessa Blair.

The Russians,
the Iranians, Koreans?

I don't give a rat's ass.
I won't miss her.

I've got real problems.

We need to take care of this

before they remove
more of my assets from play.

- This is from the lobby of the
First International Bank
of Latvia

around the time of, uh...
Tessa Blair's death.

- Is that Levitsky?

- Gray's contact in Riga.

He must have told Gray
about Orlov.

- Jesus.
She found Levitsky.

- Levitsky is dead.

- That's Andrei Levitsky.

- You can't even be sure
that's Gray.

This is bullshit.

- Okay, that's it.
Let her go.

She has a lead.
That's more than any of you got.

Unless there's someone here

who would rather Gray not
continue searching for the mole?

Now, the three of you made
a good decision
bringing her back in.

Just have to live with it now.

- Crumbs on you.

Crumbs in the butter.

Same crumbs.

- Thank you,
Sherlock fucking Holmes.

(door opening, closing)

- Rousseau, right?
Tagg's man?

Nice work on picking up Gray.

- I don't know
what to tell you, sir.
She was sound asleep.

- Still.

- Even her steak knives
were dull.

- Oh, don't sell yourself short.

A cool mind is the best weapon.

Gray is known
for creating mayhem.

- So I've noticed, sir.

- Maybe we should have lunch
together someday soon.

- Two of us?
- Yeah.

- Together?
- Why not?

Stories I could tell you.

Rousseau?

If you feel you're being
wasted at Tagg's,

call my office.
Can you do that for me?

- I'm happy where I am
but thank you...

sir.

(somber music)

- Should I find
a new place to live?

- I feel better knowing
you're here.

Gold has it out for you.
- Ah...

- If her people had picked
you up at the airport,
you'd be dead by now.

- Hm.

- Lydia said her first word
last night.

"Shoe."

- How sweet. Shoe?

- Clear as a bell.

David was in the kitchen,
and he doesn't believe me,
but she said, "shoe."

- Shoe. Hm...

- Meet me halfway, Cornelia.

(sighs)

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.

- Do you trust me, Tagg?

- I've known you a long time,
Cornelia.

I couldn't possibly
trust you more.

(chuckles)

(church bells ringing,
fog horn tooting)

(birdsong)

(line ringing)

- Hello?
- John.

It's Cornelia.

(sighs)
- Why are you calling me,
Cornelia?

- You don't have
to say anything,

you don't really even have
to listen.

- All right.
What do you want then?

- I don't want to be forgiven.

I mean, I-I want to be forgiven,

but I don't expect that
from you at all.

When they pulled me
out of the house...

...in front of you,
in front of little Ben,
in front of Sophie...

...I knew I would be dead to you
from that moment on.

I've wanted to do this
in person, not over the phone.

I've thought about
all three of you every day.

Every day, 20 years.

Every day.

Meet me, John.
- Cornelia...

There's a bar called the
Red Lizard on 19th and M.

Friday, six o'clock.

(sighs)
- For 20 years,
I thought you were dead.

I-I don't know how
I'm supposed to see you again,

or if I should.

Give me time to think about it.

(soft music)

(dog whimpering)

(Tagg): If you won't tell us
the name of your contact,

will you at least share
the information you received?

(Gray): One of the people
in contact with the mole

is Vladimir Orlov.
Remember him?

The interrogation centers
in Fallujah.

(sighs)
- Iraq is ancient history.

He's retired.
- Mm-mm.

He's still running people
in the Middle East

and he's an advisor

to Reconnaissance
General Bureau in Korea.

You've lost agents
in both places.

- Okay, what else?
(knocking on door)

- Oh, hi.

- Tagg told me what happened
at the wedding.

(groaning in pain)

I'm so sorry.

Mind if I come in?

- Um... ah, sure, yeah.
Come in.

(Tagg):
When you were supposedly--

- Did I catch you
in the middle of something?

- No, I'm just going through
my stepmother's things.

Twenty years ago
Tessa got rid of everything.

Well, almost everything
of my father's
within a day or two.

Said it was for the best.
- Must be upsetting.

- No.

And it's not why I went
to live with my uncle
in London,

if that's what you're thinking.
- Sara...

Tessa had a lot of secrets.

- Ah, no.
I-I've heard it before.

It-it's not true.

My stepmother was not
a foreign agent.

- Your father told me

a week before he was killed.

If we find anything, Sara,
it could lead us to the mole.

- I found this
in one of her shoes.

It's from a unit in Maryland.

Could be nothing.

It doesn't mean she was a spy.

Why does Christina Gold
hate you?

Does she?

- Uh-huh. She warned me not
to have anything to do with you.

She was, like,
"Don't let her in."

I thought I was in some sort
of vampire movie.
(chuckles)

- I-I won't say anything bad
about poor Christina.

She's had some rough times,
years ago.

I'll just say everyone makes
mistakes sometimes.

God knows, I have.

You're very young,
but I'll bet you have, too.

Everyone makes mistakes.

Some people own up to them,
some people point fingers.

(chilling music)

(*)

(horn tooting in the distance)

- Hm. Maybe she emptied it
before she died?

- Then who broke the lock?

Look at these.

- These are rusted
and these aren't.

(knocks on it)
Loose paneling.

Looser than this one, anyway.

(knocking)

Hollow.

(metal clanging)

- Is that Russian?

- Code. My stepmother
had coded communication.

- Look.

Looks like maybe a stack
of documents got wet

and then some of the ink bled
through to the concrete.

(sighs)

- Tell me.
- It's an account number.

- Whose?

- Cerberus discretionary fund.
They call it Epsilon.

- Could it be from
your father's files

that Tessa had removed
after his death?
- Mm-mm.

Two years ago, an internal
study suggested

that the Cayman Island accounts
were no longer secure,

so the money was moved to Nevis.

The document in this locker has
to be less than two years old.

- Does anyone else at the agency
use the Epsilon account?

- Only Cerberus.

And only the heads of Cerberus
can access the money
in the Epsilon account.

We have to go in and tell Tagg.
- Mm.

Well, until we have the mole,
no one can be trusted. No one.

And don't do anything
if-if you think they're going
to be able to see.

- No, no. It's okay.
This is what I do.

I just need a little more...

(beeping)
Okay. I'm in.

(alarm sound)
Shit.

- What?

(alarm beeping steadily)

- If that's what you wanted.
(alarm beeping)

(phone buzzing)

(indistinct whispering)
- Everything's fine.

Can they track this
back to you?

- I-I used a dozen proxies.

They'll come up with
the location eventually,

but I'll have this wiped
by then.

- I don't think you should stay
in Tessa's house alone tonight.

- Sara?

- What are you doing here?

(sirens blaring)

- The night we lost Gray,
you help her escape?

- Are you really asking me that?

Were you following me?

- Tell me about Gray.

She was at your house.
You were in her car.

What are you two, old friends?

- No, she came to offer
her condolences.

If you must know,
she then helped me sort through
my stepmother's clothes.

- And the locker?

- It was Tessa's.
I found this, okay?

I didn't want to go by myself.

It turned out Tessa
had already emptied it
by the time we got there.

Why are you being this way?

I was supposed to keep
an eye on Gray,

and I thought it would be a lot
easier if I was with her.

Sorry about your stepmother
and I'm sorry
about the wedding.

I should have reached out.

- It's...

Thanks.

- I wasn't the only one
watching you two
at the storage unit.

(suspenseful music)

(phone chiming)

- Chase?

- Checking in to see
if you're okay with your, uh,
accommodations.

(Gray chuckles softly)

- Well, Tagg has
impeccable taste.

- Is the bed comfortable?
- Hm.

- If not, there's the floor
or the kitchen table.

- Well, believe it or not,
I haven't tried any of them.

- Well, if you need help.

- I'll make sure
to call you first.

- Good.

I wouldn't want
to lose track of you.

(somber music)

(no dialogue)

(*)

(*)

(helicopter roaring)

(sirens wailing)

(beeping)

(phones ringing)

(knocking)
- Come in.

Sara, come in.
Take a seat.

(Tagg clears throat)

I'm surprised to see you
so soon.

You know you can take
as much time as you need.

- Yeah, I'd rather be working.

- Well, you can take
your mind off the funeral.

I'm so happy to see you here.

I want you back on Gray.

Rousseau tells me
she came to the house
to offer condolences.

- Mm-hm, she did.

She helped me
clean up a little bit.

- Mm.
Oh, very nice, very nice.
(clears throat)

Anyway, were you able to get
any information about her trip?

The investigation?

- No, sir.

We only really talked
about Tessa.

- Well, you're doing exactly
what you should be doing.

Spend as much time with her
as you can,

don't question her,
just become her friend.

Draw her... uh...
into your confidence.

Pretend to get close.
Hm?

(chuckles)

It's what she'd do to you
if she were in your shoes.

- Yeah, yeah.

(baby babbling)

Sure, yeah, 9:30 is fine.

Okay.
Thank you.

- Here's Daddy.

- Oh, my goodness.

- Yeah, I don't think anyone's
ever had a worse day
than the one I'm about to have.

- Oh, really?

(phone buzzing)
- Oh, come on.

Yes?

(Tagg, whispering): He's always
on the phone, isn't he?

- Hey, John.
I promise I won't call again.

I'll... be waiting
at the Red Lizard, uh,

Friday night at six o'clock.

I hope to see you there.

(suspenseful music)

(shouting)

- Okay, in the tub.

(Gray grunting energically)
Ooh, she's a kicker.

- Whoo.
(baby laughing)

- Oh, I forgot
my damned glasses.

Hold her down.

Okay, there.

Let me introduce you
to a new friend of mine,
the IEP.

Jesus...
(Gray groaning)

Okay, Cornelia, listen to me.

You're going to hurt yourself.

It's just saline
and a mild sedative for now.

Try holding out on us
with this in your system.

(clattering)

- What's going on up there?

(clattering)

- Don't fight it.

She's going to be puking
her guts out in half an hour.

(knocking)
(Tagg): Cornelia?

Jesus.

(knocking continues)
- Cornelia?

(grunting)

- Stay out!

Oh, she hacked into Epsilon.

Fuck you both.
- Now get out!

- Get my kit and let's go!

(Tagg): Get out! Come on!
That's my good guest towel.

Get out!!

(panting)

Cornelia, are you okay?

(groaning)
Come on.

Easy, easy, easy.

Easy.

Oh, God.

I'm so sorry.

(panting)

(church bells ringing)

- My condolences about Tessa.

(whispering):
Any luck with the code?

- It's gonna take a while to
break. I'll break it, though.

- Is Andy here?
I-I was hoping to meet him.

- He's just running
a little late.

(Sara): Where are all
of Tessa's friends?

- This is my fear;
to go unmourned.

"She died as she lived,"
they'll say.

"Surrounded by strangers."

- Sorry I'm late.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Sweetheart, Andy,
uh, Cornelia Gray.

W-we work together.

- Ah, hi.
- It's nice to see you, Andy.

I'm sorry, there's something
I have to take care of.

- Nice lady.

(Sara): Mm.

(clattering, meowing)

- Oof... oof...

(oven dinging)

(sighs)

All right. Go on.

(intriguing music)

(uptempo music)

(door creaking)

- You don't show up
to say goodbye
to your closest friend?

- Why should I go to the funeral
of someone who's not going
to come to mine?

- Why did you pay Tessa
out of Epsilon?

(scoffs)

- Tagg can't protect you
forever.

- Was it in exchange
for her silence
about something in the past?

That you secretly supplied
the information
that got Beckham killed?

- Oh! "Information" got
Beckham killed.

Christ, you know, I haven't had
a good night's sleep
since you've been back.

- Hm. Well, you know
what that sounds like?

Guilty conscience.

- You took everything from me.
- I didn't take a thing
from you.

- You destroyed my marriage.

- Is that why you tortured me
for three days straight

20 years ago?

- No.
That's why I enjoyed it.

- Mm.

You're not the mole, though.

You don't have the balls.

- Sara's a smart kid, Cornelia,

and she's going
to figure you out.

And when she does,

I just hope to God
she slits your scrawny throat.

- I-I enjoyed our chat,
Christina.

(phone ringing)

Sophie? It's Mom.

I'm seeing your father tonight.
Wanna come?

(sighs)
- Look, um,

I-I don't want to be
the bad guy.

I just... I wasn't, um, ready.

Maybe I... will never be ready,

maybe I'll be ready tomorrow,
but, um...

No matter what...

I don't want my daughter to get
hurt the way that I was.

Don't say you mean well.
I know you mean well.

You always meant well.

But Rose comes first.

- I-I'm so glad Rose has you
to look out for her.

- Okay. Bye, Mom.

(sorrowful music)

- Okay...

Okay.

(sighing): Okay.
(exhales)

(jazz music playing)

- Can I ask?

What is that?

- It's for a colleague's
wedding.

Someone at work.

Not just someone, a friend.

Strange.

Probably my only friend.

- Hm...

How you doing today?

- I'm good.

Just waiting.

Waiting.

- Waiting for who?

- My husband.

(*)