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[distant car horns honking]

[street traffic bustling in distance]

♪

Hey, Joan.

Been here long?

[sighs]

Are you sure you want to do this?

I could bring all the stuff down.

I-I want to see his office.

You've never seen his office?

[doorbell buzzes]

[lock buzzes]

[sports broadcast playing]Hey, Warren.

Hey, Will.Didn't know you worked Sunday.

I don't.

Coleman's got the flu.

Oh. This is Joan Hadas, David's wife.

Really niceto meet you, Mrs. Hadas.

I'm sorry for your loss.

Your husband was a great guy.Thank you.

I was gonna take Joan up to get the rest of David's things.

Okay. No problem.

Um, I'm gonna needyour cell phone and any other

electronics, ma'am, and... you'll need to sign in.

I'm sorry. Some of my things are in there.

They're having me move in.

[sighs]

Not how I pictured it.

Church and state.

David used to always say, "Church and state"

Hmm.

I just never knew which one I was.

Church... or state.

I don't feel him here.

I thought maybe I would, but this...

It doesn't feel like him.

So Evan's coming downthis week.

Oh?

Yeah, he said he had some thingsto do in the city,

but I think he's just...checking up on his poor mother.

He askedif he could see you.

Any idea why?

He didn't say.

Oh, Will...

He's better now.

He always liked you.

He's just--No, he didn't.

No, he didn't.

I don't blame him.

Would you see him?

For me?

Of course.

Thank you.

[insistent buzzing]

[lock buzzes]

Hey.WARREN:Hey.

Does your camera point down Front Street?

Yeah.

Can I see?See what? Hey,you're not allowed back here.

I know. I know. I'm sorry. Please?

[sighs] All right.

[keyboarding]

Can you get closer?

Little bit.

About the best I can do.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Mrs. Ross told usfish don't have eyelids.

No eyelids? Really?

It would be kind of hardto sleep without eyelids.

Yes, it would, bear.

Bears sleep all winter long.

They hibernate.

Why?

Um...

Don't they have to goto the bathroom?

That's a very good question.

CRAIG:Pumpkin!

Daddy!

Pumpkin!

Oh-ho-ho!Oh, my God!

Oh!

How was school?Boring.

Hi.

[phone ringing]

[sighs]

[ringing continues]

[voicemail beeps]

JAMES: You know, you're only allowed

to stay in bed until 9:00 on a weekday.

You do know it's a weekday, yes?

Katherine, please answer the damn phone.

It's me.

I don't like you hating me.

Anne's gone out to Fisher's Island for the rest of the week

to torment our contractor.

Let's have dinner tomorrow night, huh?

Oh, come on, Katherine. Just say yes.

Okay. Yes.

[phone beeps off]

[sighs]

WILL: So let me get this straight.

German intelligence won't give us anything?

BND is still pretending they don't know who we are.

We've got a mountain of open source on Boeck.

He's not exactly a shadowy figure.

TANYA: He's a banker born in Frankfurt

to a German mother and Syrian father.

Now lives in Munich.

Worked at Lauterbach Bank

from '91 to '98,

then started his own investment firm, Boeck Trust.

Provides... insurance,investment and wealth management

in Europe and the Middle East.

Boeck isn't Syrian,so did this man change his name?

Yes. Um, born Nasir Vallimamood.

Boeck is a family name on his mother's side.

Looks like he, uh...

he changed it in college.

GRANT: Guess it's easierto get the big accounts

at Lauterbach Bankif your name isn't

Mohammed Von Muslim.

Oh, Grant, astuteand culturally sensitive.

So, is he religious?TAN: He's a member

of a mosque in Munich, but it's pretty moderate,

from what I can tell.

Okay, what is this anyway?

I mean, a Russian thug and a German bank.

This-this isn't really our playground.

I know. I know.But it comes from upstairs.

That isn't an answer.

We-we do he Middle East.

I mean,

Central Asia,Indonesia, maybe,

but we don't, we don't knowbupkis about this stuff.

Can't we... Can't we give it

to the Eastern European Slavic Aryan

analysts on Team B?

Miles, third man in the photo sitting with

George and Yuri?

[sighs]

Uh, not a clue.

Nothing at all?

We don't know shit about these guys.

[paper rustling]

[Will whispering, writing]

[knocking on door]

We have an ETA on the Sudan thing?[sighs]

The minutes from NIF's meeting

or the analysis of the NGO charters?The minutes.

The minutes; the NGO thing is back-burner.

Oh, there's nothingin those minutes.

Then write down nothing,

and I need to tell Spangler where we are with Yuri

and George and the mystery man.

Uh, can, uh...

can we tell him we're working on it?

Last Friday you told him you'd have something for him.

I know.

I know. We're building a profile of George Boeck.

But the BND-- they're not playing nice.

Then you shouldn't have told himyou could have it in 24 hours.

Should have told him the truth,

which is you had no idea how long it would take.

He was testing you.

You failed.

That was a test?

Yeah.

You need me to give BND a nudge?

Couldn't hurt.

Hmm.

[pouring drink]

Oh, damn it!

[papers rustling]

Are you all right?[gasps]

[sigh with relief]

No.

He just showed up at my doorstep.

Scared the shit out of me.

And the thing is: Sophie was so happy to see him.

Broke my heart.

Let me guess.

He said, "I want to bepart of your life again."

Tell meyou said no.

People don'tchange, Maggie.

We are who we are.

Stay away from him.

But what if it's true?

What if Sophie could have her dad again?

What if she had a chance to grow up in a normal family?

I have a responsibility to her.

Craig is trying.

I can tell he's really trying.

[doorbell buzzing]

[lock buzzes, door opens]

Evan.

[chuckles]

Will.

Hi. Hey.

How are you?

Hey, thanks for meeting me.

Yeah.

[sighs]

So...

How's Vermont?

Uh, peaceful. Quiet.

Nobody bothers you, you know,you just live your life.

Sounds nice.

Your dad was really happy you settled

into something up there.

Yeah? Yeah.

He talked about it a lot.

How come he nevercame up to visit me?

He signed and faxedall the paperwork,

talked to my doctorsall the time, but...

he wouldn't step footin the place.

Mom came up, like, half a dozen times,

but not Dad.

So, Evan, listen, was there

a specific reason you wanted to meet up?

Mom said that before he died,Dad gave you his bike--

the Norton?

That's right.

Yeah, well, the thing is:

he said that it was goingto be mine someday.

He did?Yes.

He never mentioned it.

[scoffs]

You don't believe me?

No, of course I do.

It's just that it's hard to imagine giving it up.

It was the one thing he gave me before he died.

He was supposedto give it to me.

I'm his son, not you.

So... here's what I know from his credit card bills.

George likes to eat-- a lot and well.

He also pays his bill every month.

And now I'm officially hungry

and financially irresponsible.

How do you think he decided on George, anyway?

What do you mean?

Well, your name's Nasir,

you're living in Munich,

you can change your name to anything to help you fit in,

and you choose George--

not "Gey-org," not Heinrich

but George.

TANYA: Maybe George was his favorite Beatle.

Makes sense, you know,

the quiet one.Where are you going?

I'm going to call Berlin.

It's 3:00 a.m. in Berlin.

Where'd your parents get

the name Grant,anyway?

Ulysses S. Grant.

My father was a big Civil War buff.

Your parents named you after

one of the worst five presidents in history?

Worst five?

Worst ten, okay?

We're not talking about James Buchanan

or Warren G. Harding here.

Pretty much we are.

[phone line ringing]

It's Maureen.

Please leave me a message.

[sighs]

[hangs up phone]

♪

[sighs]

[bottle cap clattering]

[toolbox sliding on floor]

[opens toolbox]

[news broadcast playing]

[sighing]

♪

[clears throat]

Hi.

Hey.

[laughs]

Um...

When bears hibernate...

[awkward laugh]

...do they... needto go to the bathroom?

Well, technically, they goin the woods, not in a bathroom.

But no.

They don't go.

So what? They just hold it?

It's a little more complicatedthan that.

Bears actually have the unique ability

to recycle waste while they're hibernating.

[laughs]

Had a feeling you'd know.

Mm-hmm.[laughs]

[clears throat]

Say hi to...

George.

That's him the last time he went through Heathrow--

uh, no, Gatwick.

He went on vacation?

I wonder where.

June of '09, on their way to Bermuda.

That's the wife?Mm-hmm.

She's pretty.

That George?

Uh, it is, yeah.

Uh, daughter?Dalal.

WILL: Dalal.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

Uh, Miles?

I need your help, Miles.

Uh, ten-digit numbers.

Uh, phone numbers.

ISBN numbers for books.

CAS registry for chemicals.

Got anything else?

Uh, people.What do you mean?

Well, seven billion is a ten-digit number.

To give each of the seven billion people

on Earth their own number, you'd use a ten-digit number.

Nice. Thanks.

[sighs heavily]

♪

Hey. Why you following me?

Get out of my face, man. I'm just trying...

You're following me.Get out of my face.

Answer my damn qu-qu...

[groans]

Wha-What... What pile are you working through?

Travel records.

Oh. Can I see that?

This guy takes a lot of vacations.

[scoffs]

Cruises. Who does that?

There's a lot of trips to Damascus.

His dad is retired there.

Uh, uh, did you see all the memberships this guy has?

Das Hunger Projekt, Deutschland.

Alumni Association.

Industrie-und Handelskammer? That's Chamber of Commerce.

I mean, are you...are you guys members of stuff?

I'm not really a joiner.

Miles...

top five worst presidents.

MILES:Okay, uh... Buchanan.

Johnson. Uh, Andrew, not LBJ.

Uh... Harding.

He's got to be up the.

Oh, William Henry Harrison for making

a long inauguration speechin the rain

and then dying a month later.

For number five,

it's got to be a three-way tie.

Uh, Franklin Pierce, Millard Fillmore,

and Ulysses S. Grant.

See?He said

three-way tie. That's top seven, not top five.

ED: That's what you getfor acting like John Wayne.

Who?

[hearty chuckle]

[clears throat]

[sighs]

Any ideas?

None worth repeating.

What happened to Evan?

I don't know.

He was alwaysa serious little kid.

Thought his dadwas the bee's knees.

God knows, Davidand Joan loved him.

Maybe David worked too hard.

Maybe it wasn't easybeing David's son.

He wants the Norton.

The motorcycle?

You should probablygive it to him.

I'm going to.

I don't want to, but I'm going.

He's his son.

Here's the thing.

David gave me the bike.

Told me to ride away.

Maybe a code.

There's something David thought you'd understand.

Something you'd love,

something you knowa lot about.

Do you think he knew he was gonna die?

Do you mean, do I think he was murdered?

Yes.

[slow, mellow jazz playing]

This is the most depressing song ever written.

It's the little things I miss,you know? The intimacies.

Like not having a...

body to bump up againstwhen you're trying

to take a shower.

You really didn't knowhe had that townhouse?

No. Uh-uh.

What was he up to?

I think true friendship is...

forgiving someone in ways

that you would never forgive an acquaintance.

Tom was my best friend.

He was my brother.

I loved him.

♪

[street traffic bustling in distance]

Hey, Evan.

I want the Norton.

Well...

...it's in a lot of different pieces on my floor right now.

I've been working on it, uh.

Well, I'm leaving tomorrow.

Come on up.

♪

[phone keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

MAUREEN: Hello.

Maureen, it's me.

Hey. Are you all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm good, uh, yeah.

How are the kids?

They're good; doing their homework.

Well, listen, I, uh, I have a surprise.

I, uh, I booked us a cruise, um,

through the Mediterranean.

You what?

Yeah, uh, it's, uh, eight days in August.

Miles, I don't think that's such a good idea.

Well... I-I just, you know, I thought it could be fun.

Maybe next spring, you can take the kids.

Okay, but, um, hmm, what about you?

I, uh, you know, I want to see you, too.

Jake's been a little clingy today,

and I'm worried he's coming downwith a cold.

I'm thinking maybe this weekend isn't such a good idea.

Okay, well, uh, then, um, you know,

Marissa could, could come by herself.

I think we should look at next weekend.

I just think that'll work better.

[sighs]

Miles?

Are you there?

[line clicks, dial tone]

Hey, will you pass me the Allen wrench?

It's right over

behind you.

Evan, I'm gladyou're taking this.

He'd want youto have it.

You know he hated to ride it?

[scoffs]

It scared the hell out of him.

I don't think we ever had an honest conversation

that wasn't about baseball.

How many times did the Yankeeswin the World Series?

Uh, 27?

Why?

Hmm.

[banging on door]

Keep your pants on, I'm coming.

[Will laughing]

David knewI hate the Yankees.

The ten digits are dates.

They are numbers and dates.

27 dates noted bythe numbers one through 27--

the dates of the World Serieswins by the New York Yankees.

He knewI would know these.

Of course he did.

So what about the other numbers?

They're people--names and people, I think.

I can't seem to figure this out yet.Give me one.

Uh, 18051912...

Stop.What?

May 18, 1912--the Detroit Tigers

were on strikeover Ty Cobb's suspension

for beating a fan who hadcalled him "a half nigger."

The Tiger team managementrecruited kids

off the streets of Philadelphia

to play that night's game

against the Athletics.

Pitching for the Tigers

was a kidfrom St. Joe's

who had never even playedcollege ball.

Gave up...

26 hits

in a single game.

It's an American League record to this day.

And?

Kid's name was Travers.

Why would David leave

my name in a code?

So you'd knowwhen you'd broken it.

[chuckles]

[both chuckling]

Give meanother one.

[sighs]

Miles?

Has he been here all night?

Have you been here all night?

What?

Did you findsomething?

[scoffs]

You found something.

Did I find something?Uh...

No, no, I, uh, scanned

George's credit card statement,

I examined corporate filings,

his automobile leases.

Oh, oh, I got,I got so excited

when I, uh, realized that I found evidence

linking him to an apartment that he rend

in London for four months,and I-I thought,

Oh, this is it,this is the, the love nest.

George has a, a-- a, uh-- a mistress, you know.

[sighs]

Finally.

But it turns out, um,

the apartment he rented for his sister

while she finished chemo

at Royal Marsden.

George is not-- he's notjust a... a, uh, swell guy.

George is a wonderful human being.

It's, it's

all perfect.

[sighs]

Will, this guyis a saint.

No such thing.

I know.

BND

called this morning,and they're going to send

their file overlater today.

It's a big one.

Any highlights?

Uh, they got nothing.

Just a bunch of loose ends.

They, they,they kept asking me

what we had.

Will, Ingram wants you.

Nah, nobody's life can be this perfect.

Happy marriage,successful career,

and underneath it all,

maybe a little light bondagewith pre-op she-males.

KALE: Come in, Will.

I'd like you to meet Special Agent

Ryan Farber.He's been

watching you for a little while,as part of the vetting process

for your new security clearance.

Sorry aboutthe other night.

It's been a whilesince I've done any tailing.

Guess I'm a little rusty.

No problem.

Your clearance was approved.

Congratulations.

Great. Thanks.

RYAN: And word to the wise--

next time you think someone's following you,

don't challenge him.

[chuckling]

That's all, Will.

[keypad beeping]

[line ringing]

Daniel Burns.

Hey, Daniel, it's Will.

Hey, man, what's up?

Hey, man, listen, I was wondering

if you could do me a favor. I, uh...

What do you need?

Yeah, I got a list of about seven names

I need, uh, I need, uh, I need some help with here.

I was wondering if you could run 'em through your database,

let me know if anything comes up.

All right. But if this gets me fired,

I know where you live.Yeah?

Thank you.

Okay, let me grab a pen.

Okay. Shoot.

First one is Jeffrey-

with a "J"-- Garcia.

Uh-huh...Jeffrey Garcia.

Alfred Bermudez--

B-E-R-M-U-D-E-Z.

Randy Hobbs-- H-O-B-B-S.

♪

He's made me.

How?

He saw me, just now, from across the street.

You sure?

Pretty sure.

Sloppy.

The FBI guy was sloppy.

I'm just unlucky.

What'd you see?

Nothing much.

FBI's definitely off him now.

He still looking?

He had another meeting with Bancroft last night.

[auto-dial beeping]

It's Travers.

He's still digging.

♪