All language subtitles for Gray s01e02 Gold.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.

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