01x06 - Chaos

[bunniefuu]

- Levitsky's dead.

- What?

Sara, I need you to

track down Jacob Aimes.

I just saw his picture on Chase's wall.

(TAGG): Perhaps we should have

given it a little more thought

before bringing her back.

Your mistake. You correct it.

Somebody tried already.

(ABBOTT): Here's our problem:

Can't k*ll her, or Chase Cornet

will take that as an admission of guilt.

(GRAY): You have to cover for me.

Look at this, sir. She boarded

a flight to Belgrade last night.

When was the last time you two talked?

Tuesday.

Have Sara Beckham take care of Gray.

You need to see it.

You just plant a seed.

You see if it grows.

(SARA): Nothing is

real in my life anymore.

Except you. And I don't want the

wedding, I don't want the dress.

Just you and me. Let's get married.

Blake Granger.

Assigned to the freedom

m*ssile program, was kidnapped.

(TENSE MUSIC)

(SOUNDS OF STRUGGLE)

Ilya.

(WITH DIFFICULTY): Eleven north.

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(SIGHING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

I know Ilya was like a son to you.

Yes.

But losing you would be no better.

You are like my sister.

Someone came for me when

I was in the hospital.

I knew I wouldn't be

able to put up a fight.

I ran.

Ilya tried to stop him.

No, you were only in that

position because of Ilya.

I told him I told him 60 times:

Do not go for the kidney.

Do not nick the artery, Ilya.

- Do not touch the kidney.

- Oh.

Eh.

You okay?

Because you look like

absolute total sh*t.

(LAUGHING)

Hey.

(LAUGHING)

You always know what to say to a girl.

Oh! Oh.

- Sorry.

- No.

(GASPING IN PAIN)

I paid Ilya to find

out anything he could

on a-a spy from way back, Jacob Aimes.

- Hm.

- Did he find something?

I think he did. He

I know he wanted to give

you some information.

He was very pleased with himself.

He tried to tell me

something before he died.

"Eleven North." Does

that mean anything to you?

Uh-uh.

I will go and search his place.

But, you know, he's like you;

he doesn't write anything down.

He keeps everything up here.

Something that you asked.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

That was taken four hours ago.

Blake Granger.

- Our m*ssile engineer.

- Hm.

(SIGHING)

I'll call the bank.

I'll have them wire payment first thing.

For a man who's died twice,

you do outstanding work.

I missed you, Levitsky.

Thank you.

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(DOG BARKING)

(GROANING IN PAIN)

(SOMBER MUSIC)

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(GROANING)

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(FIRE CRACKLING)

(MUSIC THEME)

(SIREN)

(INDISTINCT INTERCOM ANNOUNCEMENT)

Beckham.

No, she was on this floor.

Can you just check?

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

She was here.

I'm sorry, sir, there's nothing.

They don't even have a

record of her being here!

No, it's just a mix-up.

She was discharged early. She'll

be at work when I get there.

Yeah, but what about this? In the trash?

Are you kidding? She never

would have left without this.

Maybe Ben picked her up? I

could see it slipping her mind

if her son came in person.

Maybe Sophie came with Rose.

Yeah.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(GROANING)

(DOORBELL)

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Why didn't you just come inside?

It felt safer.

Coffee's ready.

- What?

- I said coffee's ready.

Okay.

Mm.

Oh, you're joining me, Mrs. Westcott.

I'm keeping Beckham, by the way.

Hm.

So, now, do you want to

tell me what happened?

(SIGHING) I was

attacked at the hospital.

With who?

I I never saw them. But the

The person who was

there looking out for me

was k*lled.

And who was protecting you?

A Russian named Ilya.

You hired a Russian?

I hired a whole organization of

Russians. They're very reliable.

And they're intelligence?

They were once. They're with

a different organization now.

I had Ilya looking for Jacob Aimes.

Chase's old friend the

operative who just vanished?

I think he found something.

He whispered to me before he died

- Eleven North.

- (PHONE BUZZING)

Andy says hi.

So there are seven addresses

for Eleven North in cities,

towns, villages, streets, roads,

boulevards in a 200-mile radius.

If it's a partial address,

say 11 North Main Street,

we have 32 possibles.

We're not sure it's this

area, or even this country.

Let's start with the seven.

What are they? Who owns them?

Okay, none linked to Jacob Aimes.

Private home in probate;

the deceased, J. Gordon

Russel, died last May at 92.

A rental property, hair salon,

operated by Laritta Johnson since 2018

and then another business

property, Great Falls, Virginia.

- Ten minutes from Langley.

- Bought 2012 at auction from

Government Services Administration.

- Property seizure.

- Purchased by 11 North Equity Ltd.,

which is owned by Encore

West Financial Group,

- which is owned by

- Let's take a look.

Come on.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Sara's changed phones.

I had Connors track Andy.

Andy went to Mother of Mercy

Hospital early this morning.

He inquired about a Cornelia Beckham.

There's no record of

her ever being there.

So, Andy was there. Was she?

I have Sara leaving the hospital

travelling to your house at 6:33.

- Maybe she dropped her off?

- Jesus.

Is that what we're doing now?

Tracking each other's people?

Gray's car's been on

the move since 8:10.

7th and Langford, ten minutes ago.

The plan to turn Sara

against Cornelia has failed.

There's no doubt that

they're working together.

The prudent course is to end this

now before she sees it coming.

Gold, remind him about the seed.

- The seed has been planted.

- It's a seed, Abbott.

Gray never left the country.

Sara lied about it.

Levitsky is dead.

Chase is God knows where.

If Gray walks in here today,

I'm taking the razor out of

my desk and I'm ending this.

Oh, my God.

You know, we don't

really have rules here.

There's no HR department,

but I did think

we had a tacit agreement;

no weapons in the office.

It's a razor. I shave with it.

- At the office?

- Yes.

- Like when you're on the go?

I have one at home and one here.

Tell me you're not proposing

what I think you're proposing.

You use a straight razor to shave?

Do I look like I use a safety razor?

And I'm not proposing anything.

All she has to do is show up.

No, no, no, no, no!

(SIGHING)

One of us cannot take action

without the group's approval.

Gold?

Well, are you talking about k*lling her,

- or stealing her bra again?

- f*ck sake.

(LAUGHING)

Listen

Sorry.

There's no need to act.

Sara will tell me everything she learns.

Sara is holding the internet

by its ankles and shaking it.

- Hm.

- So, we'll know what Gray was looking at

while she was underground.

Sara is with Gray right now.

Gray trusts her.

Gold has planted a seed.

All we have to do is wait.

Fine.

I should tell you the man who

died at the hospital protecting me

is the same man who stabbed me.

- What?

- It had to be convincing

so the mole would

have to contact Moscow.

The mole would want to know

if Moscow had ordered it,

so then the mole's handler would

then have to contact the mole

to either confirm or deny. Right.

And, wait, that was worth

almost getting yourself k*lled?!

Exposure can lead to communication.

- When were you going to tell me?

- I'm telling you now.

So, you mean, you knew

he was going to stab you?

You paid him to stab you?!

I would have been fine, except

Ilya missed his mark by an inch.

I didn't know when. He

was supposed to pick a time

when there would have been plenty

of eyes on me, but not so many

Eyes on you? No one saw the attack.

Oh, they all had people there.

- (CHUCKLING)

- Each head of Cerberus?

Even though Chase has

ordered them to back off?

Chase has been watching

me since I got back.

Everything we do is theater, Sara,

and even if you don't see

them, can't you feel them?

The man standing behind the tree;

the lady who just passed with the

stroller; the balcony up there.

How do you know there isn't a

telescope on that balcony up there?

Because I assume there is

until I'm sure there isn't.

How can you not trust me?

Are you asking as someone

who works for Tagg,

or someone who does

small jobs for Abbott?

Or maybe you're asking as Sara Beckham,

the analyst who claimed

I was falsely accused,

or she's convinced everyone

that's what she thinks.

Maybe you're sure I k*lled your father

and you're waiting for your moment.

Are you seriously suggesting I

brought you back here to k*ll you?

I would.

You've grown cold to me recently.

What proof do you have? More

importantly, where'd you get it?

Did you bite into it on your own,

or did someone feed it

to you on a little spoon?

I did not lobby to bring

you back here to k*ll you.

I analyzed data and I

drew a rational conclusion.

Or, maybe, every day since

you were a little girl,

you hated me.

- I don't hate you!

- It's okay.

People hated me long

before you were born.

(CHUCKLING)

I'm not saying I believe any of this.

I'm just telling you

what I had to consider.

I honestly didn't at first.

But now I trust you.

What changed?

An afternoon with Andy.

You couldn't be with that boy

and have a heart of poison.

Is that true?

Why won't you ever just

tell me what's true?

Okay, the owner's

Burke Gorman. Who's he?

I have no idea.

But he had to be CIA.

If Jacob Aimes was ever here,

it hasn't been for a long time.

11 North.

Hold that for me.

Get ready to pull this. Okay.

- Ready.

- When I say pull, pull as hard you can.

Pull!

(GRUNTING) Come on.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Apparently, Burke Gorman would

import these trophies from China,

then replace the lead

pellets in the base with meth,

then export them out.

But before a raid was set, he

bludgeoned his wife to death

with an eight-pound stone cooking tile

in front of ten witnesses at

an outdoor barbecue in Newhook.

Charming.

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Is this Burke Gorman?

Yeah, that's him. Why?

Burke Gorman is Jacob Aimes.

Hm.

Standing with Chase.

(LAUGHING)

(SIGHING)

I have altered the prison visitor's log

so you won't have a problem getting in.

You work for his

lawyers, Stafford & Grant.

Cameras? Audio?

Not in the consultation room.

Okay.

(HEAVY MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT RADIO COMMUNICATIONS)

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My God, Gray.

Huh.

Who would have thunk?

The last time I saw you,

a bunch of us went to that roadhouse.

All of us got shitfaced

and you were dry humping

Bob by the jukebox.

I loved that place!

It's called dancing, by the way.

Bob what's-her-name's

husband. What's her name?

- Christina Gold.

- Gold. Right.

I bet she remembers you dancing.

Oh, I bet she does.

How is she?

Same.

Too bad for the rest of us.

I heard she put on 100 pounds.

She had that, uh, stomach surgery.

She lost her hair for a

while. Bit of a train wreck.

Oh, you're not exactly

on the tracks yourself.

So

Old Presto is trying to

pull a rabbit out of a hat.

Sent you in here to k*ll me, didn't he?

You two were like that.

That's what comes with people

that have that kind of money.

We got on, but I was

never, ever in the club.

If you were friends, you

wouldn't still be in here.

Exactly.

Preston could have me

outta here in a minute.

I'd be enjoying

retirement on some island right now.

I know it's a tricky

situation. I crossed the line.

Some people (CHUCKLING)

just shouldn't be married.

But I know where the

bodies are all buried.

I've got a TV/VCR combo in my cell.

They won't get me a DVD player

and they won't explain why.

I've got a tape called Cartoon Carnival

featuring Little Audrey and Baby Huey.

I've got four El Santo tapes

that I inherited from a

trustee when he passed.

I got a boxed set of The

World's Most Beloved Operas.

I hate opera.

And yet a year ago,

when the tape of The Magic

Flute jammed in my machine,

I went berserk.

Straight jacket, sedation.

Three days in the prison hospital.

(CHUCKLING) The Magic Flute?

So

put a b*llet between my eyes, Gray.

And then you slit Chase

Cornet's slimy throat for me.

I could get you out.

How?

Oh, my God! Cornelia

hacked Tagg. How ?

Oh, sh*t.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

If I do, I'm going to be in a bad spot.

I don't know why he

left you here to rot,

or what he's going to do to me, darling.

They tried to pick me clean,

- but they didn't get all of my accounts.

- Hm.

So you pick a number, put a

dollar sign in front of it.

Give me something on Chase.

Why?

Beckham used to drop hints about him.

Be nice to have something against him.

Just think of all the years

he left you here to rot.

Yeah.

Is he playing both sides?

(LAUGHING)

I'll tell whatever truth

you tell me to tell.

Tell me the truth.

The truth?

I'll testify before

Congress, hand on my heart.

I'll swear to God over

the grave of my wife.

I'll defeat any lie

detector test woman, man,

or science can concoct.

I need leverage if I'm going to do this.

Soon as I'm out.

(CHUCKLING)

Some sign of good faith?

(SIGHING)

The answers you seek,

my dear Cornelia

are in the bible.

(INSECTS CHIRPING)

(BIRD SINGING)

(TRUNK DOOR OPENING)

Anything?

He told me where to look.

(SIREN)

(TENSE MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER, PHONES RINGING)

Really? Did I just see

Gray go into Tagg's office?

Ask Tagg.

Oh, did you come into

work with Cornelia today?

- Little walk of shame?

- What? No!

Oh, I see.

- There's nothing to see.

- She's made you her pet.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Abbott.

Sorry. Can I have a really quick word?

- Later.

- Abbott, this is important.

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- What?

- It's just about the, uh, email you sent me.

How was Belgrade?

Never lovelier.

You aren't ill, are you?

That recirculated air on

the plane can k*ll you.

I take vitamins when I travel.

Smart.

I have a giant drawer full of them:

B, D, Zinc,

E, Rose hip.

Everything.

I buy 'em with the best intentions,

but after a few days

I really need to start taking them, uh,

religiously.

At your age? Yes.

I shouldn't share this, but

I have to trust you.

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I know where they're

holding Blake Granger.

Excuse me.

(SHUSHING): I don't think this is

(INDISTINCT) Let's take a rain check.

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Where is he?

- Can we get to him?

- Only I can.

We'll run it past Chase first thing

in the morning when he gets back.

It can come out of his budget.

Good work.

Huh.

Impeccable timing.

(CHUCKLES)

What'd Abbott want?

Sorry?

Just now.

Hm? Oh.

Uh, he had some thoughts

about redecorating my office.

Not interested.

I see.

Color scheme?

Gray.

And red.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(LAUGHING)

(RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

Oh, Jesus Christ.

There's something we have to do.

You up for a ride?

Well, I'm supposed to meet Andy.

- Do you want me to cancel?

- No, no! Please.

How about tonight?

Yeah. Sure.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(SIGHING)

(SOFT MUSIC)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

What did Gray tell Tagg

about Blake Granger?

I didn't know she had anything to tell.

Did you tell her about

my association with him?

Never.

I swear.

Gray said you had someone

there when she was stabbed.

Did you?

Do you know why I took

an interest in you?

"No one ever gave me a thing.

I don't return favors

because I don't accept favors.

I set a goal and then

when I reach that goal,

I have all satisfaction in knowing

that I don't owe anyone anything.

I celebrate reaching that

goal by setting my next goal."

My application to Princeton.

Could have written it myself.

Landed on my desk the day

after you applied and I knew

Winston Beckham's

daughter was not like him.

She was just like me.

How did you know I saw that?

Because I monitored the communications

of the acceptance committee.

(CHUCKLES)

Who attacked Gray in Mother of Mercy?

She doesn't know.

Why did she go to Silk

Ridge Correctional?

To visit someone. Burke Gorman.

Why?

Someone she knew 20 years ago, I guess?

Can I ask you something, sir?

Were you going to k*ll her today?

(HEAVY MUSIC)

Just remember, Sara.

You and I?

We're on the same side.

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(SIGHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(LAUGHING) What? What?

What was it like being a spy?

I was basically a civil servant

who racked up a ton of

frequent flier miles.

I watched houses.

I camped in airports.

I sifted through trash.

I practically lived

in the subbasement of the

Bucharest Ramada for a month.

- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- Is there a party going on there?

- What happened in Bucharest?

- Nothing!

(LAUGHING)

I was monitoring the wiretap

of a government minister

who never received

or sent a single call!

Incredible waste of tax dollars.

Don't ever get old, Ben.

Uh, I gotta go.

Uh, where are we

having dinner this week?

- Same place?

- Same place.

Okay. Uh, bye, Mom.

(HEAVY MUSIC)

I can't let Gray take

the Blake Granger mission.

- Did you tell her that?

- Well, not in so many words.

Get her to give you the information,

then I can send in somebody I trust.

Where did Gray get that photo?

I don't know.

Where are they holding him in Seoul?

She didn't tell me.

Hm.

Hm.

You haven't gained her

trust at all, have you?

I'm sorry.

This literally seems to be my day

- for disappointing people.

- Yeah.

I do have one thing to report, sir.

You've been breached, sir.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

Hm?

Gray's been inside your

home network for over a year.

Mostly personal files,

but there were some classified

documents you viewed at home,

against protocol, I must add.

She told you?

I saw her footprints.

I finally hit on one of the providers

she highjacked and

untangled the proxies.

She viewed scores of operational files

in the weeks prior to her arrest,

which is how she had time

to get rid of the computer,

the phone and anything else

she didn't want us to find.

Oh. And the money.

She knew we were coming.

Sir, not only did she know we

were coming, she invited us in.

Is Cornelia Gray the mole?

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Chase is the mole.

What?

Even if it's not him, he knows who is.

No. No way.

Aimes as much as swore to it.

You don't have to come in. I

don't want you to lose your job,

but I do need you to access

the cameras and the alarms.

We're just going to look around.

If not Chase, then who?

Might be you.

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- Done?

- Uh-huh.

If he isn't hiding anything,

why did he point me at Tagg.

Tagg? Seriously Tagg? Tagg is Tagg.

And before that he hinted at Abbott.

Abbott is pride, ambition, power.

The person we're

searching for is satisfied

watching from the background.

A rooster doesn't hide

behind the barn when he crows.

Are we sure there aren't

armed guards? Or dogs?

He's not Pablo Escobar.

Chase's thing is everyone loves him.

And even though the rich

and powerful only love him

because he has a treasure

trove of damaging info on them,

he's convinced he's safe.

And he's allergic to dogs.

So, if Abbott's power

and ambition, what am I?

Thought.

Thought? That's boring.

What are you?

Chaos.

(TENSE MUSIC)

Whoa.

This?

No. It's a

carry-it-in-your-breast-pocket

so-it-can-stop-a-b*llet-sized bible.

When Chase and Aimes were marines,

a charity handed them

out for free and some men

tossed them and some used

the pages for toilet paper.

Chase wrote notes in his,

in code, of course, over

the word of God because

we know whose word he

thought was more important.

Even after he entered in intelligence.

Contacts in the US. Contacts in Russia.

(INTRIGUING MUSIC)

"Pearl-handled p*stol

belonging to Eleanor Roosevelt."

"Presented by Franklin

Delano Roosevelt Jr.

To Chase Cornet, September 10, 1982."

I love Eleanor Roosevelt!

Wait! Eleanor Roosevelt owned a g*n?!

Oh!

Uh, several.

Nice ones, too.

You know, Chase didn't

stop carrying the Bible

'til long after he realized

there were some things

that were never meant

to be written down.

Wouldn't he have burned

it or shredded it?

Aimes said he saw it in this

room less than ten years ago.

I mean, look at this.

In Chase's mind,

everything he touches has

to be preserved for history.

(SIGHING)

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(STAMPING ON THE FLOOR)

You don't know that it's in there.

(CHUCKLING)

Well, are you gonna break it open?

No.

Well, I can't. The only person

who can open that is Chase.

So ?

So

I'm gonna let him open it.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Are you f*cking insane?!

You should probably go.