All language subtitles for The.Night.Agent.S03E04.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL-HI

[pensive music playing]

About a month ago, our office received
a bunch of suspicious activity reports.

What was in the reports?

Multiple large money transfers
from several American companies

to a crypto wallet.

It was strange.

[Peter] Jay Batra was a suspect
in a murder investigation,

and I was sent to track him down.

- You don't know where he is, do you?
- Please, you can help me.

[Mike] Heroes In Healing?

They're, uh, a nonprofit for injured vets,

which seemed legit
until I started flagging their activity.

[Peter] Heroes In Healing donates millions

to Senator George Lansing's
super PAC each year.

The senator was lying to Mike about it.

- But why?
- Let's ask him.

- [Father] What's your poison?
- IPA.

[Mike grunting, groaning]

- Who are you?
- The president sent me.

I'm your new partner.

Chelsea Arrington, I don't wanna go
another day without you by my side.

- Woo-hoo!
- [all cheering]

- Did you see the butler come by this way?
- No, ma'am.

Mrs. Hagan?

- [Mott yelling]
- He's got a gun!

There's no gun on the guy.

- What?
- He's unarmed.

[suspenseful music playing]

[music fades]

[ominous music playing]

[Jenny] Theo, come on, give me something.

Okay, what about, "I used to be a snack,

but now I'm a Happy Meal
'cause I come with toys and kids"?

Women don't wanna be thought of as snacks.

- Right.
- And I'm still a snack, Theo.

Right, right.

Uh, "Motherhood is like
a fairy tale in reverse."

"You start in a beautiful gown
and finish cleaning up everyone's messes."

- No.
- You sure?

[Jenny scoffing]

Is that a good joke?

- No, ma'am, that's not a good joke.
- [Jenny] See?

No. You're right, I'm sorry.

I… I don't know what mothers want to hear,

other than "I got into Harvard."

Theo, focus.

Ma'am. It's time.

[Jenny] Great.

[indistinct chatter]

These women are gonna eat me alive.

[Chelsea] Just tell 'em the truth.

Go on.

Tell them about
the bad morning you've had.

Your youngest has the croup,
you've got a run in your stocking,

and your speechwriter
can't come up with a decent joke.

- I've got a run in my stocking?
- You do if you make one right now.

I say this with all due respect,
that is a terrible idea. [chuckling]

Give me your pen.

[stocking tearing]

- I've got a run in my stocking.
- You've got a run in your stocking.

- What's your name?
- Chelsea, ma'am.

Chelsea, Theo.

Theo, Chelsea.

[tender music playing]

I'm gonna keep my eye on you.

[woman] Please welcome the future
First Lady of the United States,

Jenny Hagan.

Sycamore moving.

[audience applauding]

- This is never gonna work.
- Wanna bet?

[Theo] Yeah, I wanna bet.

Dinner?

Ladies, I have a confession to make.

I'm going on about three hours of sleep.

My youngest has the croup.

I have a huge run in my stockings.

Which-- Look, I'm not even… I'm not even…

[audience laughing]

Okay, appetizers.
This isn't me being cheap.

[Jenny] I'm having a morning.

But I'm sure you can all relate.

- You know exactly what I'm going through.
- [woman 2] Yeah.

We're mothers.

And even when it's all going to hell,
we show up.

Am I right?

[audience laughing, cheering]

- A drink.
- [Jenny] Throughout history…

- Will you have a drink with me?
- Yes.

…they've had to fight to have
the issues they care about…

[opening theme music playing]

[siren wailing in distance]

[car horns honking in distance]

You should think about getting a plant.

No small talk.

Oh, no, it's not small talk.
It's, uh… it's a practical suggestion.

I've seen Afghani prisons
nicer than this place. Get a fern.

Who you callin'?

I'm not waiting around all night
for Mosley to call me back.

So you're gonna give them your code,
and we'll see if you're legit.

Right.

[chuckling] The code.

[line ringing]

[agent] Yes, go ahead.

[Adam clearing throat] Night Action.

[agent] Code, please.

Candle, axe, pin…

brook.

[agent] Harvestman?

That's me. Can you patch me through
to Deputy Director Mosley, please?

It's important.

[agent] Hold, please.

- [agent] Director Mosley, you're on.
- [Mosley] Hello.

Hey, it's Peter.

My new partner is in my kitchen.
He says Hagan sent him.

Do you know about this?

[Mosley sighing] No, I do not.

Harvestman came on
to Night Action recently,

but I was not informed
that POTUS assigned him to you.

He's in your kitchen?

Yeah, he broke in.

[Mosley] Hagan's taken an interest
in this case

to the point where he's ignoring protocol.

Not good.

So this guy's either
a… a babysitter or a spy?

- What do you want me to do with him?
- [Mosley] Read him in.

But proceed with caution.
We'll talk later.

[tense music playing]

[sighing] I'm hungry. You hungry?

The Broker probably wanted Jay
because of his theory

that the LFS funded
the terrorist attack was spot-on.

The problem is the finances are a maze,

and The Broker's protected
behind shell companies.

And you think this, uh…
this Jay kid is, uh… is still alive?

- Excuse me.
- I hope so.

Yeah. Could--
Uh, I forgot to order a side of sausage.

And can I get some
of those jelly things, please?

- Sure you don't want anything?
- Not hungry.

You must never be hungry.
You've got no fucking food in the house.

So…

you don't eat,
you got terrible taste in decor.

What else?

Oh, wait. No, I know.

You lost two colleagues
'cause of this, uh… this Broker guy.

I read your file. You've been in it,
my friend. Quite a year.

[car horns honking]

- When do I get to read your file?
- That's not up to me.

- Where were you before this?
- Oh, I was with the Agency a while back.

And then…

oh, this and that.

That really clears things up. Thanks, man.

I'm assuming that's a…

service-related thing?

So how can I help?

Now who doesn't wanna talk?

Touché.

It's a list of suspicious activity reports
that came from one bank, Walcott Capital.

We've been trying to trace
who's behind the shell companies.

- "We"?
- I.

[tense music playing]

You wanna help me?

See if you can find any connections
or similarities between the companies.

All right. I'll run it through
the Aleph database. Start there.

What you gonna do?

I'm working an asset,

but it's a delicate solo type of thing.

[chuckling] All right, you don't trust me.
That's okay.

We'll start slow.

[tense music continues]

[officer] All right, guys.

[indistinct chatter]

Arrington, come with me.

The intruder's name was Brian Mott.

No history of instability.

Employed at the White House
as a butler for over seven years.

Yeah, I knew him by sight.

Wife? Kids?

Yes. To both.

Now, I've got the basics.

He parked the sandwich cart,

and you noticed that
he'd been in there for some time?

Uh, eight minutes.

FLOTUS thought he was armed,
but there was no indication of a weapon.

No.

But there was a physical altercation.
Verbal threats.

Yes, sir.

Anything else?

- No.
- We'll do an official debrief tomorrow.

You'll need a psych eval
to get cleared to return.

POTUS wants you back
as soon as you're up to it.

- You solid?
- Yes, sir.

Go home.

[music fades]

[Theo] Here, let me get that.

You need anything? Like herbal tea?

- Do we even have herbal tea?
- No, thanks.

Do you wanna watch something dumb?
Take your mind off things?

What do you think happened
in those eight minutes?

The intruder was in there
for eight minutes.

Why didn't FLOTUS sound the alarm sooner?

She was probably trying
to talk him down, stay calm.

She didn't press the panic button
until she was aware

I was on the other side of the door.

Well, she was probably too scared
to do anything before then.

She felt threatened.

What is it?

[sighing] I don't know.

Just a stable man by all accounts,
with a wife and children,

a long-time employee of the White House,

suddenly just snaps
and attacks the First Lady?

It… It doesn't make any sense.

You can't dissect the psyche
of someone you don't know.

[dramatic music playing]

Most people don't make sense all the time.

I think you have been through
something harrowing,

and maybe you're looking for meaning
where there is none.

Hey.

You saved her life.

You're a hero.

And I love you.

Senator Lansing's office
has been dodging me.

First, he has no available times,

and now he's out of town
at some undisclosed location.

He must know something.
Otherwise, why lie to Mike?

Maybe he's in on it.

Maybe he's covering
for a donor who is. I don't know.

Look, I think, um…
I think you should take a crack at him.

How do you feel about mentioning, um…

mentioning Mike?

You know, call the senator's office,

tell them that shortly after
meeting with the senator, Mike…

- Died?
- We're running out of options here.

It might help move things along.
I was wondering how you'd feel about it.

I'd feel great.
Are you kidding me? Mike would love it.

- Really?
- Yeah. Hand me that.

[Peter chuckling]

[phone buttons clacking]

- [Isabel clearing throat]
- [woman] Senator Lansing's office.

Hi, this is Isabel De Leon
at The Financial Register.

My colleague was Mike Fonseca.

I'm not sure if your office is aware,

but shortly after meeting
with the senator,

he died under very
suspicious circumstances.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Investigation.

Yes, thank you.

Uh, they're actually opening up
an investigation into his death.

[woman] I see.

And, um, your name again, please?

Isabel De Leon.

Mike left me all of his notes,

including an important message
for the senator.

I've taken over the story
of the senator's super PAC,

which will now include the suspicious
circumstances of Mike's death.

So if the senator cares to comment,
he could reach me at The Register.

[woman] Okay, I will…

Actually, can I put you on hold
for just a moment?

Of course. She put me on hold.

Hey, uh, Rita, what's the website
we used for the oligarch's story?

- Sayari.
- [Isabel] We should look into that.

It flags sanctions on shell companies.

[Rita] Hi.

Hi.

[woman] Miss De Leon,
hold for Senator Lansing.

- [softly] Senator.
- [Lansing] Hello, Miss De Leon.

I understand you're interested
in interviewing me.

Yes, Senator. Hi. I've taken over Mike--

[Lansing] Mike's story, yes.
I was so sorry to hear about his passing.

- Good man.
- Yes.

He was a very good man.
I was hoping to ask--

[Lansing] Tell you what, why don't you
come see me at the retreat Upstate?

I can give you a couple hours
of my undivided attention,

and you can ask me your questions.

- Great. I was hoping to ask you a ques--
- [Lansing] Wonderful.

If you can get to
the West 30th Heliport by noon,

I'll have a chopper waiting for you.

- Bye for now.
- Yep. Bye for now.

Holy shit.

He's worried.

[tense music playing]

[Isabel sighing]

You okay?

Just wondering about the wisdom

of going alone
to an undisclosed location with this man.

You won't be alone. Okay?
I'll be there as soon as I can.

- We don't even know where I'm heading.
- Yeah we do.

I put in the tail number
of the helicopter.

They have to register their flight path.

You're going to
the Barrow Valley Hunting Lodge.

Oh my gosh, I've heard about that place.
It's super exclusive.

You can't get on the grounds
without an invitation.

Well, then I'll get an invitation. Okay?

But I will be there. I promise.

[helicopter blades whirring]

You know, you're less of a jerk
than I originally thought.

Give it time.

[siren wailing in distance]

[tense music swelling]

[Jenny] Thank you so much for being here.

I feel confident

that we can reach our capital
campaign goal by the end of the quarter.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Good night.
- Thank you, ma'am.

[man] Madam First Lady.
I'm going over to the chief of staff…

Chelsea, come in.

Keep me posted, okay?

I'm so glad you're here.

I feel like in the chaos of last night,
I never really thanked you properly.

No thanks necessary.

I see you haven't missed a step.

Well, it's not easy getting all those
board members together in the same room.

And the truth is, the nonprofit
gives me something to focus on.

Other than myself.

How are you? Really?

I'm good. I'm cleared to return to work.

Honestly, I'm more concerned about you.

Oh, I'm a champion compartmentalizer.

It's the only way
to be a public figure and stay sane.

- Want a cookie?
- No, thank you.

One thing I just keep going over is…

what could've caused him to attack you?

Did you know him well?

Not well, no.
As well as I know any staff here.

I'm always friendly, certainly,
but not familiar.

I just ask because I realized he was
in there with you for quite some time,

and I wondered if he was threatening
from the get-go, or…

[cup clattering]

Chelsea…

I know I just made a joke about
compartmentalizing, but it's true.

I would really rather not rehash
a very traumatic and unsettling event.

I'm sure you understand.

I will forever be grateful to you
for saving my life.

But… I would really love it
if we could both move forward.

Of course.

[tense music playing]

Welcome to Barrow Lodge.

- We're happy to have you, Miss De Leon.
- [rifle firing in distance]

This way.

[indistinct chatter]

- And this is our lobby.
- [Isabel] Hi.

Uh, we have a smoking lounge,
a billiards room,

and, of course, our restaurant,

which was recently awarded
its second Michelin star.

[Isabel] Mmm.

We also have private homes
for sale on the property

for our hunting enthusiasts.

- Will you be hunting?
- Oh, no, I don't think so.

Well, let me show you the gun room,
as it is quite impressive.

And it is both deer and pheasant season.

Only in America.

Yes.

Allow me to show you to your quarters.

And here we are at the White Tail Suite.

Right this way.

We've sent up
some wine and nibbles for you.

If you care to observe a shooting party,

we can arrange for
a full-service picnic out in the field.

For the pheasant hunt, that is.

It just would not be possible
for the deer hunt. [chuckling]

No. Of course not. [chuckling]

And Senator Lansing requests the pleasure
of your company at dinner this evening.

7:00 p.m. at Greenhead.

[breathing deeply] Michelin-starred.

That's right…

Michelin-starred.

Well, this has been my pleasure.

Please let me know
if there's anything else I can do.

I will. Thank you. So kind.

[ominous music playing]

[sighing]

[music fades]

You put that on the fire,
then get your mess kit out,

and, uh, we'll hang the dish line,
and we'll get the dinner going.

- Okay.
- Tomorrow, we'll go fish in the river.

Cool.

[tense music playing]

[Velcro tearing]

[crows cawing]

[tense music continues]

Can I help you, sir?

Uh, yeah. I'm here for, uh,
a job interview with Mr. Marmo.

- My name's Kevin Williams.
- Hold on.

Thanks.

[keyboard clacking]

[man] I'm not seeing your name here.

- There you are.
- [gate creaking open]

You'll have to bear left here
to the service road.

- Employees don't go in the main entrance.
- Okay. Thanks.

[ominous music playing]

[rifle firing in distance]

[indistinct chatter]

[scanner trilling]

[music fades]

[knocking on door]

- You made it. Come in.
- Hi.

- Quick, before Brenda sees you.
- Brenda? Who's Brenda?

She's my VIP concierge.

There's some free cheese, if you want it.

I'm having dinner
with the senator tonight.

- What's that? Is it a bug detector?
- Yes. Courtesy of Mike.

He said if you're ever the guest
of an interviewee, always check for wires.

But the room is clean.

It's a nice room.

[pensive music playing]

We gotta get you some different clothes
if you're gonna fit in here.

Okay.

This is nice. Yeah.

- I like that.
- Jeez.

Donegal.

Take that.

And Filson pants.
These are nice. What size are you?

- Uh, 34-32.
- Okay.

Yeah. Take this.

Ooh.

Waxed jacket. You need this.

Your shoes, they're a dead giveaway.
What size are you?

Eleven and a half.

Excuse me. Do you have, uh, Moncler boots
in 11 and a half?

- I'm sure we do. I'll check the back.
- Thank you.

You know a lot about this stuff.

Uh, the right shoes, the right clothes.

I grew up poor, but I've been around
a lot of wealthy people since then.

So I've studied their ways
and their customs.

- Like an anthropologist?
- Specializing in rich assholes.

How'd you end up in those circles
if you didn't grow up rich?

We have them.
Would you like to try them on?

Oh no. Just ring these up,
along with this, please.

- [woman] Okay.
- Thank you.

This is gonna be a lot
on my salary, honestly.

No. I can expense it. It's on me.

[tense music playing]

Hey.

- Your boy about to come on?
- [door closing]

Oh, speak of the devil.

Good afternoon.

Thank you for gathering here today
on such short notice.

There was an incident in the residence
of the White House last night.

At approximately 9:00 p.m.,
a domestic employee of the White House

entered the presidential bedroom
and attacked the First Lady.

Thanks to the quick reaction
of the Secret Service,

the First Lady was unharmed,
the threat was immediately neutralized,

and the armed perpetrator
was shot and killed.

Both the president and the First Lady

wish to express their utmost thanks
to the Secret Service

for their bravery and professionalism,

and extend a particular debt of gratitude
to Agent Chelsea Arrington

for her quick thinking and heroism.

When we have more information,
I will share it with you.

In the meantime,
President Hagan looks forward

to getting back to work
for the American people.

I won't be taking questions
at this time. Thank you.

- [door opening]
- [music fades]

[door closing]

Why'd you say my name?
It's against protocol, and you know it.

I know. I'm sorry.
It was a last-minute change.

FLOTUS insisted. She felt it was important
you be acknowledged.

Now my name is linked to this story.

And you put it in the public record
that the perpetrator was armed. False.

He was not armed. You know that because
we talked about it in my living room.

Your living room?
I thought it was our living room now.

You said the Secret Service
acted immediately. False.

As I've told you repeatedly, that man
was in her room for a full eight minutes.

Okay. The point of the-- Hi, Nancy.

The point of the statement

was that as soon as you realized
something was amiss, you acted.

But you didn't say that.

Because the statement
was crafted by the press shop,

and we felt that timeline
would invite unwanted questions.

Actual thought went into this,
and it was approved by POTUS.

We're trying to contain the story.
I have a job to do too.

I didn't think your job
included lying to the public.

Well, that's a serious accusation.

I'm aware.

I spin. I don't lie.

The next time you decide
to ignore the rules

and publicly out a Secret Service agent,
get your goddamn facts straight.

[tense music playing]

[Theo sighing]

There's an axiom in politics.

It's not so much
what you say about the issues.

It's what the issues say about you.

- [music fades]
- And, um… uh…

And that… that's one of the things
that journalists like yourself

need… need to be cognizant of.

Not just the policy position,
but the belief in it.

To that end, Senator,
I would like to ask--

How is the trout?

It's very good.

You really should've had the duck.
You know, they're known for their duck.

Yes, so you said.

The-- Mike's notes, he--

Quack.

Quack.

[Lansing chuckling]

Quack. Quack, quack.

I'm just kidding.
I'm just, you know… I'm sorry.

According to Mike's notes,
he asked you about the super PAC story.

- And the answer you gave was not true.
- Glad you mentioned that.

Mike and I, we had
a long history together. All right?

Off the record,

he knew he could rely on me
for the real dirt, so to speak.

Had the Pulitzers to prove it.

How do you think journalists,
ones that I'm… I'm sure you admire,

how do you think
they get their award-winning stories

and write their books?

Access. Relationships.

I don't see how that's relevant.

Oh, no, it's very relevant.
It's entirely relevant.

I'm on the Senate Judiciary Committee.

We are currently having hearings
on Supreme Court ethics.

Again, off the record,

you didn't know that
because those sessions are secret.

But that's the kind of big scoop
I could give you.

[waitress] Here you are, sir.

I can tell you exactly what's happening
in those hearings.

- In exchange for what?
- In exchange for what?

[Lansing chuckling]

Such a mercenary turn of mind.

Well, look, you know,
it's a symbiotic relationship.

We'd help each other.

So back to the super PAC story.

Oh, it's a nothingburger, you know.

Super PACs, they're here to stay.

You know, their financial doings
might be opaque, but they're not illegal.

I wouldn't waste your time on it.

But when I get back to Washington,

you give me a call, and we'll talk turkey
about those hearings.

A lot of people in your business,

they would do anything
to count me as a source.

The main donor to your super PAC

was linked to funding
the LFS terrorist attack on Pima 12

that killed 157 American citizens.

I wouldn't call that a nothingburger.

You may claim to not know who that is,
but I will find out their identity.

You could be
on the right side of the story

or on the wrong side of the story,
but it will go to press.

Now, do you care to comment?

On the record.

[ominous music playing]

You're making a mistake.

Good night.

She didn't bite.

No, she won't drop it. We need to meet.

I'll come to you.

[knocking on door]

[inaudible]

[indistinct heated conversation]

[indistinct chatter]

Shit.

Hey, Pippet. Buddy.

- [guard] Hold on.
- You out here?

- Can I help you, sir?
- Yeah. Just looking for my dog.

- He ran off.
- This is a restricted area.

I don't think my dog knows that.
Sorry. Hey, Pippet.

Still, I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

Okay. Sorry.

Just do me a favor.
If you guys find a brown pointer,

just report it to the front desk, please.

- Yes, sir. I will.
- Thank you.

Pippet. Buddy.

The name of the house is,
um, Anchor Point.

Why are you itching?

Because these clothes
are driving me insane.

[keyboard clacking]

No, I can't find anything.
Brenda said they were private homes.

Should we check the deeds
at the county clerk's office?

They have to have a record of it here.

Can you stop pacing, please?

You can sit on the bed. I'm not Amish.

[Peter scoffing]

Do you think Lansing
was talking to the donor?

I think it was a proxy for the donor.

Whoever it was, the senator
seemed to be taking direction from him.

- You know who it is, don't you?
- Who, the donor?

[Peter sighing]

I have a theory.

Would you care to share it with me?

I can't.

I'm not letting you screw me
on this story, Peter.

I'm not trying to screw you.

I don't even know the guy's name.

I'm trying to get one step closer,
just like you.

I'm not letting you or anyone
take this away from me.

Isabel, no one's trying
to take this from you.

- [cell phone vibrating]
- Okay?

Your phone's ringing.

Yes, I'm aware.

- [Isabel seething]
- [Peter sighing]

- Hello?
- [Lansing] Is that you, Isabel?

Yes, Senator.

[Lansing] I can't do this anymore.

Let's meet tomorrow. Lobby, 7:00 a.m.

- May as well.
- [line clicking]

He wants to meet in the morning.
He sounds ready to spill.

[pensive music playing]

Look… tomorrow morning,
I'll find out who owns Anchor Point

and you go talk to Lansing.

Okay? Now, I promised you
I wouldn't do anything

to keep you from publishing
whatever it is that you find out,

and I meant it.

Okay.

We'll find out more tomorrow.

[Isabel breathing deeply, sighing]

Well, I'm not gonna be able to sleep, so…

Come on.
Let's put this resort to good use.

Grab your things. Let's get out of here.

[both] ♪ The cat came back
The very next day ♪

♪ The cat came back ♪

♪ I thought he was a goner
But the cat came back ♪

♪ He just couldn't stay away ♪

♪ Away, away, away, away ♪

[both chuckling]

Here we are.

What are we doin'?

Look up.

[Son] Wow, you can see everything!
You can even see the Milky Way!

There's no light pollution out here.

You can tell me about the constellations.

[Father grunting]

- All right, well…
- Here you go. Come here.

[Father grunting]

[both sighing]

[Son] There's Sirius. That's just a star.

There's Ursa Minor,
which means "Little Bear."

I thought that was the Little Dipper.

Well, it is,
but that's not its technical name.

There's Orion's Belt. See?

- See the belt?
- Uh-huh.

And there's Orion's Socks.

- What a slob.
- [chuckling] No.

- You know the story of Orion?
- No.

He was the son of Zeus,
and he was a hunter.

That's his bow. There.

And he could kill any animal.
Like, anything.

Then the Earth goddess, Gaia,
didn't like that,

so she set a scorpion on him to kill him.

Whoa.

Even after he died,
when Orion went to the underworld,

he still hunted with a golden club.

Wow.

Have you ever hunted?

No.

But I don't begrudge any man
who puts food on his family's table.

And I think…

I think hunters know better than most

their place
in the natural order of things.

[contemplative music playing]

So, what made you wanna be a Fed?

It's a long story.

[indistinct chatter]

Is that it?

Man, you are such a clam.

- [chuckling] I'm a clam?
- Yeah, you're all clammed up.

- You can't get anything out of you, ever.
- You're not much better yourself.

Have you ever played pool? Billiards?

In college. In… In bars.

Okay. Well, I played in a bar
in college once,

so you have the advantage.

I'll make you a wager anyway.

For every shot that I make,
you have to answer a question.

Yeah, okay. Vice versa.

Okay.

Okay, let's play.

Choose the, uh, shorter cue
for your height.

Thank you for doing that.
I never know which order they go in.

Yeah, of course.

Uh, now, I racked, so you break.

[rack clattering]

[inquisitive music playing]

Is it okay if I put it here?

Yeah, just keep it behind the dot.

So, what made you wanna become a Fed?

[music fades]

[Hagan groaning]

[Jenny sighing]

I'm so glad you're safe.

I'm so glad you're home.

This really is home now, isn't it?

Yeah.

[inhaling] You'll be a two-term president,
our children will grow up here,

and you'll go down as one of the greats.

So will you.

[Hagan sniffing, kissing]

How does Chelsea seem to you?

Fine.

[Jenny inhaling deeply]

I wonder…

I think the incident
created a strain on her.

Leave it to you to be concerned
about everyone else, mother hen.

I can't help it.

- Theo was great today, wasn't he?
- Yes.

- God, he's a star.
- Mm-hmm.

We should do something nice for them.

Why don't we have them over for dinner?

Just the four of us,
as a way of saying thank you?

- What do you think?
- Sounds great.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

[Jenny sighing]

[pensive music playing]

- [earring clattering]
- I don't wanna fight like that.

Takes too much out of me.

I know.

I'm not a yeller. [sighing]

She took his phone.

What?

After he was killed, in all the chaos,

I saw Jenny pick something up
off the couch and put it in her desk.

I think it was his phone.

Why would she do that?

I don't know.

[tense music playing]

[ball clattering]

[music fades]

Who's the girl?

- What makes you think there's a girl?
- [Isabel] Oh, there's a girl.

Men started to notice me
when I was 14 years old. But you?

You don't do the scan.
You don't do the eye sweep.

You don't even look.

I… I've looked.

And I don't count Istanbul.
Because I know that was an act.

So come on, who broke your heart?

She… she didn't break my heart.

Um,

we just can't be together.

- Why not?
- That's two questions.

[ball clattering]

Why not?

[Peter sighing]

You know what? I'm gonna take pity
on you. You don't have to answer that.

What was your first pet?

Jeez, you're gonna ask me
about my dead dog now?

You know, most kids have a goldfish
or a hamster as their first pet.

But you? You're like a minefield of grief.

There. Happy? Your turn.

Why are you so cagey about money?

- Am I cagey about money?
- Yeah.

My father has money.

And I'm not sure
how I feel about my father.

How come?

That's two questions.

How come?

He abandoned my mother and I
before I was born,

and he showed up when I was 15,
trying to buy my forgiveness.

He bought my apartment
and my education… [inhaling deeply]

…and I let him.

Maybe, um…

Maybe we should stop playing.

Is it too much?

No.

[pensive music playing]

We'll call it a draw.

You'll do solo time for two hours.

You stay in this area though. Okay?

Okay.

- You got your SCAWASH?
- Yep.

Sunscreen, canteen,
whistle, sandwich, hat.

- And my journal.
- Good.

I want you to get very quiet and listen.

Listen for the sounds of the birds.

Write down the calls you recognize.

Watch out for the changing colors.

And if you're very, very still,

the forest will reveal itself to ya.

- Record everything you see.
- Okay.

But you stay away from the river's edge.

- Got it?
- Okay.

Are you doing solo time too?

Yeah.

Remember…

[shushing]

When the sun is over there,

I'll be back.

- Okay?
- Okay.

[pensive music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

- Senator. Glad you called.
- [music fades]

Yes, uh, it's time.

- Would you like to get some breakfast?
- I, uh… I don't feel comfortable here.

Um, let's… let's walk. Uh,
will you walk with me? Will you do that?

- Sure.
- [Lansing] Yeah.

- [ominous music playing]
- [indistinct chatter]

[Lansing sighing]

Uh, thank you for understanding.
It's just, uh, too public in there.

[rifle firing in distance]

Senator Lansing,
did you want your Silver Pigeon?

Oh yes. Uh, my companion and I were
just heading out for the pheasants.

Just…

- And should I call ahead to the kennel?
- Uh, no, no. I'll take care of that.

- Well, good luck out there, sir.
- Thank you, Robbie. Take care.

[trees creaking]

[twig snapping]

[dramatic music playing]

[ominous music playing]

[music fades]

Hi.

Good morning, sir.
How may I be of service?

Senator Lansing is a friend of mine,

and he suggested that I buy
some property on the grounds.

Do you have any small lodges available?

Uh, yes.

Fletcher House is a wonderful residence.

Let me just, uh, pull that up for you.

Yeah, this place
is actually pretty amazing.

I saw a guy outside
bagging an American woodcock.

Pretty sure they'd be
out of season anyplace else, right?

They're out of season everywhere
at the moment, including here.

You should probably go tell that guy.
Sounds like a hefty fine for somebody.

Excuse me a moment.

Of course.

[door closing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[mouse clicking]

[keyboard clacking]

[mouse clicking]

[camera shutter clicking]

- Here you are. And your shells. Good luck.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.
Have you seen Senator Lansing around?

Yes, sir.
He went out hunting with his lady friend.

- They headed towards the field that way.
- This way?

- Yes.
- Thanks.

[tense music playing]

I'm not sure where to start.

Why don't you start by telling me
why you wanted to kill the story?

Oh, isn't it obvious?

There are some very dangerous people
involved in what you're uncovering.

- Who funded the terrorist attack?
- I knew nothing about that.

You must believe me.
I'm a… I'm a good American.

But you know now.

I didn't know who he was. I… I…

Look, I… I am guilty
of taking money that… [exhaling sharply]

…had ugly origins,

and I shouldn't have done that,
no question.

Uh, but I…

[Lansing breathing heavily]

I work with a donor,

and he is the front person
for some shady financial dealings.

So… I knew, but, uh, I didn't wanna know.

- You wanted plausible deniability.
- Yes. And I have it.

I had it.

But you… you see,

that is why you must listen to reason.

This is no longer even about me.

Yes, this could ruin me, but…

understand, these are very serious people.

- Was Mike murdered?
- I don't know. How would I know?

That's what I'm trying to tell you.
I am not guilty of anything.

- Who funded the attack?
- Can't you get it through your head?

You will not find answers.

And if you follow through with this story,

we're both gonna end up dead.

Senator, putting out this story
is exactly what will protect us.

No! No, not from this.

[ominous music playing]

Senator, I understand that you're scared,

but I have an obligation
to put out the truth.

I can't let you do that.

[Lansing breathing heavily]

Wait.

Why couldn't you just take the deal?

I can. I can, Senator.

Senator, please.

[Peter] Senator!

FBI. Drop the gun, now.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

- [gun firing]
- [Isabel screaming]

[intense music playing]

Come on! Go!

[Isabel] Oh my God!

[car engine starting]

What just happened?

- Oh shit.
- What?

- The brakes are cut.
- What?

The e-brake's gone too.

- No, no, no.
- Fuck.

Shit! Hold on!

[suspenseful music playing]

[Isabel panting]

Peter. Peter, wake up. Wake up!

Are you okay?

Peter! Peter, are you okay?

[gun firing]

[Peter] Get out of the car.

- [gun firing]
- [Isabel] Come on!

[Isabel panting, grunting]

[Isabel] Peter. Peter!

- What do we do?
- Stay low. Run that way.

[gun firing]

Go!

[gun firing]

[Isabel panting]

[Peter panting]

[both panting]

Isabel. Hey, I… I…

[breathing heavily] Get down. Come on.

Where the fuck is my gun?

Where's my gun?

Give me your phone. Give me your phone.

- When I say, you run that way, okay?
- Okay.

- [line ringing]
- Go.

[cell phone ringing]

[cell phone ringing]

[suspenseful music continues]

[Peter grunting]

[Isabel] Peter.

I'm good. I'm good. Keep going.

[Peter coughing]

Peter.

- Look at me.
- Hold on.

You're bleeding.

Uh…

I'm gonna leave a trail for him to follow.

I'm gonna go that way.

Uh, you go this way, okay?

- No.
- Isabel, you have to. Okay?

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be fine. Go. Go.

[Isabel panting]

[suspenseful music swelling]

[softly] Oh God.

[Peter breathing heavily]

[Peter groaning]

- [pheasants warbling]
- [Isabel gasping]

[coughing]

[music swelling]

- [gun firing]
- [Father grunting]

- [footsteps receding]
- [Peter panting]

[Father panting]

[Son panting]

[pensive music playing]

[music swelling]

[music fades]

♪ Now old Mr. Johnson
Had troubles of his own ♪

♪ Had a yellow cat
That wouldn't leave his home ♪

♪ He tried and he tried
To give that cat away ♪

♪ Gave it to a man going far away ♪

♪ But the cat came back
The very next day ♪

♪ The cat came back
They thought he was a goner ♪

♪ But the cat came back ♪

♪ Just wouldn't stay away ♪

♪ Now the man around the corner swore
He'd kill the cat on sight ♪

♪ He loaded up his shotgun
With nails and dynamite ♪

♪ He waited and he waited
For the cat to come around ♪

♪ Ninety-seven pieces of the man
Is all they found ♪

♪ But the cat came back
The very next day ♪

♪ The cat came back
They thought he was a goner ♪

♪ But the cat came back ♪

♪ Just wouldn't stay away ♪

♪ Gave it to a little boy
With a dollar note ♪

♪ Told him for to take it up the river
In a boat ♪

♪ They tied a rope around its neck
It must have weighed a pound ♪

♪ Now they dragged the river
For the little boy that's drowned ♪

♪ But the cat came back
The very next day ♪

♪ The cat came back
They thought he was a goner ♪

♪ But the cat came back ♪

♪ Just wouldn't stay away ♪

♪ Gave it to a man going up in a balloon ♪

♪ Told him for to take it
To the man on the moon ♪

♪ The balloon came down
About 90 miles away ♪

♪ Where he is now
Well, I dare not say ♪

♪ But the cat came back
The very next day ♪

♪ The cat came back
They thought he was a goner ♪

♪ But the cat came back ♪

♪ Just wouldn't stay away ♪

♪ They gave it to a man
Going way out west ♪

♪ Told him for to take it
To the one he loved the best ♪

♪ First the train hit the curve
Then it jumped the rail ♪

♪ Not a soul was left behind
To tell the gruesome tale ♪

♪ But the cat came back
The very next day ♪

♪ The cat came back
They thought he was a goner ♪

♪ But the cat came back ♪

♪ Just wouldn't stay away
Away, away, away ♪

♪ Away, away, away, away ♪

♪ Just wouldn't stay away ♪

[song ends]