All language subtitles for G.S01E03.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

- 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)

(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.

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)