Covert Affairs (2010–2014): Season 2, Episode 14 - Horse to Water - full transcript

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Was that the gun?

Yeah. There's, like,
20,000 people
in front of us.

It's going to be a while
before we go.

I'm actually kind of
surprised you showed up.
I mean that in a good way.

I just didn't know that
you had kept training
after you moved out.

Yeah. Got up at 6:00 a.m.
every morning.

And you got the time off
from work. Because usually...

Hey. I'm here.

Okay?

(DOOR BUZZES)



Ten years at the Agency,
I could never get a meeting
with the DCS.

And now, he drives
all the way out here to
Petersburg just to see me.

Max Langford.

The face of a traitor.

You know, I figured that
sort of reductive jingoism
might be beneath you.

What do you call a CIA
analyst convicted on
12 counts of treason?

A patriot?

Yeah. Well, I doubt you
came all the way out here
just to insult me.

Does the name Yuri Trubachev
mean anything to you?

Yeah, he's a top engineer for
the Russian nuclear program.

He was a CIA asset
since the end of
the Cold War.

You know he was murdered
yesterday in Red Square.

They don't exactly allow me
to surf the web around here.

There were only 12 people
at the Agency that knew
Trubachev was a CIA asset.



I'm looking for information.
On how his identity could
have been compromised.

I spend 23 hours a day
walking around
a 68-square-foot room.

And I can count
on one hand

the number of human beings
that I have spoken to
in the last year.

So, if you're
Iooking for someone with
their ear to the ground,

I'm afraid you've
come to the wrong place.

Forgive me if I don't
weep with sympathy
for your living conditions.

It's funny, you know.
An American sells a secret to
the Russians, he's a traitor.

But a Russian sells
secrets to us,
then he's a hero.

And a man who sells out
his Agency

is a prisoner.

Have a nice life.

Wish I could help you.

Joan, call in your team.

Langford doesn't just know
something about this murder.

He's behind it.

Uh, check it out.
Is she wearing jeans?
For a marathon?

I mean, the chafing?

(BOTH LAUGH)

I miss this. Us.

Annie. We need you
back in the office.

If this is some
elaborate scam to get
you out of running,

I'd actually be
pretty impressed.

I guess I've got to go.

No, you're right. Whatever
"stan" is blowing up needs
you more than I do.

Are you sure?

I'll be fine. Seriously.

MAN: Runners up!

(SIGHS)

Hey.

I know that look.

Oh, you know
all my looks.

So, why do you think
Max is our guy?

He was a born analyst.
He thrives on information.

You know what
he asked me today?
What?

Nothing.
Not a single question.

Even after I clearly
came to him looking to
discuss an active case.

It's hard to believe he could
accomplish something like this
from solitary confinement.

Nicholson did
a decade ago.

And Max was
that kind of analyst.
Brilliant and wily as hell.

I bet he savors
the challenge.

Max Langford was
a dark chapter
for our agency.

Three operatives killed.
An entire department
compromised.

It took us years
to recover.

I understand
the DCI's concern.
Completely.

And his need
to loop you in.

What do you mean?

I mean, if this thing goes
sideways, who better to point
a finger at than somebody

who not only knew Langford,
but knew the players and knows
where the bodies are?

Let him point.
I'm stopping this bastard,
here and now.

Working theory.

Max Langford has
established and is maintaining
an intel ring from prison.

We believe this ring
may have been responsible

for the death of an asset
in Moscow yesterday.

We mean to discover his
methods and shut it down.

Every aspect of Max's life,
his past, his present, will
be dissected and examined.

Everyone he knows, his lawyer,
his family, his friends...
No stone unturned. Auggie?

Max has two daughters.
The older sister, Bebe, owns
a gift shop in Alexandria.

Despite being only two hours
away, she's never visited
her father in prison.

Our leading candidate is
Max's other daughter, Grace.

Grace moved to work
at a horse farm
near Petersburg

so she could be
closer to her dad.

Grace and Max's lawyer are
the only two people who have
visited him in prison.

Grace visits him
every week and
she's our likely target.

Jillian, you take Bebe.
Annie, I want you on Grace.
Collins, you're with me.

We'll liaise with legal about
Max's lawyer. Everybody else,
Iet's get to work.

Just think, you could
be gutting it out
at mile 21 right now.

Which Danielle is
doing without me.

Her and 20,000
strangers.

I've got to tell you, Auggie.
This job is not great
for sisterly bonding.

I am trying to do damage
control, and I feel like
all I ever do is apologize.

Give her some credit.
She knows you're trying.

You think?
I do. And you are.

Now. Attention, class.
Today's lesson, horses.

What about them?

Your target is
a veterinarian.

Grace works at a facility
that breeds and cares for
race horses.

Your cover is a journalist.
Breeder's Magazine. No joke.
Here are some back issues.

I read it
for the articles.

You should have pulled
Danielle out of the marathon.

She's the real horse buff
of this family.

But you're
the better operative.

And from what I hear,
you've gotten a few ribbons
yourself.

It's in your file.
I know, it's creepy.

You know what's creepy?
I'm getting used to
the creepiness.

A good reporter
needs three things.

A mini recorder,
a reporter's tablet,
and the truth.

Thanks, Professor.

There will be a quiz later.

Good morning, Emily.

Good morning.
I was told to tell you

that the Langford mission is
a DPD assignment.

Langford mission?

I didn't even know
that was in play.

Fine. Um... Keep my
Asian HUMINT debrief.
Don't cancel it.

Actually, they called.
They want to reschedule.

To when?

They said
they'd get back to us.

Okay. Thank you.

(HORSE WHINNIES)

Excuse me. I'm looking
for Grace. Do you know
where she is?

Yeah, down that way.
Thanks.

You're a reporter.

That's right. Annie Walker.
It's a pleasure to meet you.

I'm afraid you came a long way
for nothing, Ms. Walker.
I don't talk to the press.

You don't? Um, uh,
why is that?

I'm going to have to
ask you to leave.

Um, does your employer
know about this?

Wouldn't he consider
an article about
your care and treatment

of his retired race
animals beneficial
to his business?

Frankly, my editor and I
really admire your stand.

And we'd like to help you
make your case.
If you'd let us.

Oh. I thought you were
interested in something else.

I get a lot of visits
from the press.

What else are
they interested in?

Nothing.

I usually have to
say something before
somebody asks me to leave.

(BOTH LAUGH)

Um, is this a bad time?

Uh, actually, it is.
Um, if I'd known, I have
an existing appointment.

That's okay. Uh, can we
reschedule? I have a demanding
editor and a deadline.

Who are you with again?

Breeder's Magazine.

Ah. Studs-R-Us.

We prefer Studs Monthly.

Uh, how about tomorrow?
Say, 11 :00?

That would be great.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Hey.

What are those famous Walker
instincts telling you?

I got a good vibe,
basically. If a brief one.
She couldn't talk.

So, I'm going to see
her tomorrow,

I don't know.
Underneath it all,
she seemed kind of fragile.

She couldn't talk? Why?

I don't know. But I'm
about to find out.
I'm following her.

Do you need assistance?
I can get a team there.

No. I'm good.
She doesn't have any idea.

(CHUCKLES)
Or doesn't seem to care.

Or she's very good.

I have to get back to you,
Auggie.

(INAUDIBLE)

JOAN: Adnan AI-Raheeb.
A Saudi with a history.

Arms dealing
most significantly,
but not exclusively.

Could you overhear
their conversation?

No. I was too far away.

His weapons customers include
the FSB's Spetsnaz Force.

There's our
Russian connection.

Good work, Annie.
Looks we might have
found our traitor.

We've pored over all the
transcripts and recordings

of Grace's prison visits
with her father

and discovered
the probable means
of conveying information.

Chess. Barber.

Yes. Langford and Grace
are playing a long-term game
of chess.

That's one move per visit.
So, at the end
of every visit,

he'll say something like,
um, knight to rook four.

He's allowed a chess board
in his cell?

No. We're assuming
he's keeping the entire
board in his head.

Not easy, but he was
a brilliant analyst.

Yeah. This is
definitely code. I mean,
the only problem is,

there are hundreds of
thousands of possible moves
on a chessboard.

And this is chess, okay?
Not checkers.

So, each piece can
be representative of
different variables.

We need to gain access to
Grace's house to try to search
for a key or cipher.

Because you have
the relationship with Grace,

you're going to be
in charge of distracting her

and keeping her out
while the tech team
scours her house.

A lot of five-year-olds
are just as fast
as a staid horse.

But for the racing world,
fate has passed them by.

I'm ashamed to admit it,
considering I'm supposed to
be an expert,

but even though I've been
around horses my entire life,

I've never ridden
a thoroughbred.

Until today. Come on.

See what I mean?

I get it now.

As much fun as this is
for you, it's even more fun
for the horses.

That horse you're riding on?
He fractured his leg
at Pimlico.

A lot of folks said it wasn't
worth the money or effort
to try to heal him.

But I believe rehabilitation
is always possible.
And worth it.

We should probably
start heading back.

Oh, we don't have to go
on my account.

I'd love to stay out, too,
but we need to get
the horses back to be fed.

Come on.
We'll really open it up
on the way home.

Okay.
Let's go.

(CELL PHONE BEEPS)

Incoming. Incoming, guys.
Wrap it up.

We've got to go
out the other door.
Out the other door.

Thanks.

Thanks so much.
That was really fun.

Anytime.

Wow. It's a little
stuffy in here.

So, do you have to run
right now or would you
Iike a glass of wine?

Thanks. I'd love a glass.

(PHONE RINGS)
Finally.

Talk to me, Barber.

We got out of there
in the nick of time, man.
It was close.

You always say
it was close.

Is it ever not close?

Seriously, this time
was ridiculous.

And the intel?
Anything promising?

Well, no key or cipher.
But we got plenty of pics
to drill down.

Good work, Barber.
See you soon.

(KNOCKS)

Got a minute, Auggie?
Jai, is that you?

No fragrance today?

You want to grab a beer
after work?

Yeah. Sure. AIIen's Tavern?

Let's class it up a bit.
The W Hotel bar?

I'll bring my evening cane.

So, I've been
thinking about it.

And I owe you
a bit of an apology for
the way I acted yesterday.

What do you mean?

Well, when you approached
and said you were a reporter,

I assumed you wanted
to talk about my father.

Your father?

He was a CIA operative.
And he got caught up
in a scandal.

What kind of scandal?

Uh, he allegedly

sold secrets
to the Russians.

And now,
he's in prison for it.

The whole thing
is kind of murky.

And, well,
you know the CIA.

What do you mean?

Well, they're not exactly
a paragon of morals or ethics.

Maybe he was set up.

Um, do you see him?
What's your relationship?

Good. I do see him.

You can't believe everything
you read in the papers.

Meaning...

Meaning at the end of the day,
I believe he's still
a patriot.

You know,
a lot of the things
he was convicted of...

Anyway, it's complicated.

I have a complicated
relationship with
my dad, too.

Because of things he did?

Decisions he made?

Yeah.

This is lovely.

Oh. Yes.
But the allegory is
kind of sad.

My dad and I are
playing a game.

At each visit,
I give him one move.
At the next, he gives me his.

How does that work?

Slowly.

(LAUGHS)

Bebe. Oh, my God.

Did you carry that
all the way from Mexico?

For my little sister?
Absolutely.

GRACE: Oh.
(BOTH LAUGH)

I missed you.
So, how was your trip?

Hot. Incredibly.

Anyway,
this supposedly signifies
the seven deadly sins.

I didn't completely get it.
But apparently, the town is
famous for these.

And I thought
you'd like it.

I love it.

Hi. Do I know you?

Uh, no. Hi. I'm Annie.

Annie is a reporter.
This is my sister, Bebe.

A reporter? Grace,
I mean, really?

Annie is doing an article
on horse farms.

Horse farms?

Well, anyway...
You've had a long trip.

Do you happen
to have my mail,
by any chance?

Oh, yeah.

(CELL PHONE RINGS)
Oh.

I'm sorry.
I have to take this.

Hello? Yes, I can hold.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Good evening, Mr. AI-Raheeb.
Yeah. Thank you for
getting back to me.

I was a little concerned...

What magazine did you say
that you worked for?

Hmm?

Your article
on horse farms?

Oh. Uh, it's
for Breeder's Magazine.

What was
your last name again?

Because I just want to
pull up the masthead.

Walker. Annie Walker.

But I'm writing this
as a freelancer.

Grace is a very
trusting soul.

Much more trusting than me.

You know, I mean,
even after everything that
our father has done to us,

she just won't
turn her back on him.

She can't. She sees the good
in people, no matter what.

I can understand that.

If you're misrepresenting
yourself to her

or you have some kind of
agenda to get some scoop
on our father,

I'm asking you now nicely
to stop.

Um, I can assure you,
you have nothing
to worry about.

I hope not.

I'm sorry about that.
Business.

No, that's fine.
I should get going, anyway.
It's a long drive.

Well, let me
walk you out, then.

Okay, great.

GRACE: Call me if you have
any more questions.

Thank you.

We should do this
again sometime.

I'd like that.

Bebe definitely
photographed
the chessboard.

We've got TECHINT
data-mining e-communications
out of Virginia now.

I don't know how complicit
Grace even is.
Maybe not at all.

Well, we're in
agreement there.

The file that Grace
exchanged with AI-Raheeb
was a job offer.

AI-Raheeb is trying
to poach Grace away
from Willow Stream Farm

in order to take care
of his own stables.

This is a copy of the file.
How did we get this?

Got to love Saudi Arabian
intelligence.

They're not big on
the whole privacy laws thing.

So, what's the play?

We want you to turn Grace
against Bebe.

We feel fracturing the sisters
is the best way to do it.

And Psych Ops agrees.

Psych Ops?

We had a psychological
profile drawn up on
both of the sisters.

Bebe's motivations are clear.
Financial need.

Her gift shop
isn't doing so well since
the economic downturn,

and she has parental issues
that Freud could write
a whole new book about.

Bebe and Grace
are really close.

I know. That's the point.
This is the key.

These prison records
show that Bebe visited
her father weekly.

That she was lying to Grace.

We need to show
those to Grace
in order to turn her.

I don't understand.

Annie.

The prison records
are fake.

We need to drive a wedge
between the sisters, and this
is the best way to do it.

Really?

Forging prison records
is our only option? I don't
think that's going to hold up.

It will if you
sell it right.

They're sisters.

Grace will see
right through this.

Well, if you have a better
tactic, please speak up.

Joan, I don't think
I can do this.

Do you think your own
situation with your own sister
is clouding your judgment?

I think my own situation is
clarifying my judgment.

Annie, I have
three sisters.

You don't own a monopoly
on sibling drama.

Every family,
every situation is different.

So, you need to put that
sense of moral outrage
in check,

because this is real.
Real lives are at stake.

This is what we do.

I think my emotions will
impair my ability to
do this mission well,

so, I'm not doing it.

Hey.

It's late.
What are you doing here?

Did you finish the race?

Yes.

It was exhilarating.

I've never done
anything like that.

And I never will again.

I'm so sore.
Aw.

Poor baby.
I won't give you a hug.

Oh, you're the best.
(LAUGHS)

Can you get that thing
with the thingy?

Yeah.

Mmm.

Do you ever
think about Dad?

Is that why you're here?

Maybe.

I think about
how he lied to us.

I think about how
he lied to Mom.

I thought about him
when you lied to me.

Do you ever think there was
another version of the story?

I mean, we only ever
heard Mom's side.

Oh, I don't know.
You had a better
relationship with him.

No, I did not.
You did.

Another question
Ieft to ponder.

I'm going to go. You have
a husband and two kids
to take care of.

A husband who's still
at work and two kids
who are asleep.

It's a moment of peace.
Enjoy it.

Ow. (GROANS)

Hey, Annie?

Yeah.

I'm glad we didn't
have to do the whole
apology thing again.

Me, too.

There's a hot blonde
at your ten o'clock
giving you the eye.

She must not be
into Indian guys.

Alpha male
complimentldig aside,
I'm taken.

Mmm. Giving the other D.C.
bachelors a fighting chance?

Come on. You didn't invite me
down here to be your wingman.

What did I invite you
down here for?

I don't know.

But we've never
had drinks together,
just you and me, ever.

So, you must
want something.

Okay. I need advice.

Jai, I don't know why
the blonde at ten o'clock
isn't into Indian guys.

Work advice. You're the one
with Langley dialed.

And you're the one with a
connected father and a fat
new office under the DCI.

What's it called again?

Office of Special Projects.
Ah.

We interface amongst
the various directorates

and help exploit efficiency
opportunities to minimize
bureaucracy.

You lost me at interface.

Look. OSP has the
opportunity to help the Agency
reinvent itself post-UBL.

I have a budget.
I have autonomy.

But I'm hemmed in. I can't
get any internal traction.

As big a budget as we have,
the CIA is not a budget-driven
agency, Jai.

It's a people-driven agency.
Doesn't matter how
big your wallet is.

You need a few good hires
to create a critical mass.

If you hire, they will come.

You interested?

Nice try.

Cheers.

JOAN: Mind if I join you?

Hi. Uh...
Hi.

Two more, please.
And I'll start a tab.

Thanks.

Wow. I haven't been here
in years. Not since I was
a field op.

Chili dog still good?

Surprisingly good,
actually.

You're not going to
give me a pep talk,
are you?

You're here to tell me
to do the job.

Yes, that's right.

Annie, I understand
your sensitivity
to this mission.

But due to Max Langford's
recent actions,

we've had to suspend
all of our Moscow operations,

and we are flying blind
in Russia right now.

I know you feel that your
personal situation is getting
in the way of your ability.

But it's that sensitivity
that makes you the exact
right person for the job.

That's why I picked you.
And I think you know that.

Thanks.

However you want to get the
mission done is up to you.

But get the mission done.

I'll get it done.

Grace.

Oh, Annie, hi.

Hey. Come here.
Here you go.

Come on, horse.
Come on.

Hey. Have more questions?

Um...

I'm not a reporter.

I'm CIA.

Go away.

Your father is continuing to
run an illicit spy ring
from his prison cell.

What? How is
that possible?

Your sister is passing along
his chess moves to
a foreign spy ring.

It's a sophisticated code.

My sister.

They're prison transcripts
of conversations between Bebe
and your father at the prison.

Bebe has been
visiting my dad?

No.

She hasn't visited him once.
They're fabricated.

I was asked by my superiors
to trick you into believing
that they were real

so that you would turn
on your sister.

But I wanted to
be honest with you
so that you would help us.

The CIA has a funny way
of asking for help.

We have operatives
in danger.

Because of my father.
Yes.

I don't believe you.

It's true.

And I think,
deep down, you know that.

I want to see him.

Tell me everything.

What have they told you?

Now, if I've taught you
one thing in this world,

it's that there is more than
one side to every story.

I know. Yours, mine,
and the truth.
Which is it?

Just tell me what
they've told you, honey.

They told me
people have died.

Trumped-up CIA dreck.

Now, even if it were true,
it would only be bad people.

It would just be
a few less pawns
on their chess board.

I'm not six years old.

I'm old enough to know
that nothing's good or bad,
black or white.

Well, the spy game
is only black.

And you're too good
a person to understand that,
Gracie.

GRACE: And you're not?

I'm a spy.

I was recruited by
the CIA because I'm smart

and cunning

and a fantastic liar.

You involved Bebe.

Oh, no.

Your sister has always
been wary of me, ever since
she was a little girl.

I was gone so often.
That's probably why
she resents me.

So you put her at risk?

Look, Bebe is not going
to do anything that I or
anybody else asks her to do.

She's going to
make her own decisions.
You know that.

You're not
telling me anything.

Well, consider
the circumstances, honey.
Where we are.

Did you use me
to pass along secrets?

You don't have anything
to worry about, honey.

That's your concern?

What, my own daughter?
Of course.

That was our game, Dad.

For us.

It was supposed to
be sacred.

I've spent the last
15 years defending you.

Calling you misunderstood.

Telling people
you were a hero.

But everyone else
was right.

They all saw
Max Langford.

I saw my father.

And I'm a fool
because of it.

Gracie.

Grace. I know
how hard that must
have been for you.

Do you? How can you possibly
know how difficult that was?

Why do you all
say things you don't mean?

(STAMMERS)
That wasn't my intention.

I am done.

With this family.

With the CIA. With you.
With all of this.

(PRISON DOOR BUZZES)

Let me ... Let me give you
a ride home at least.

It's okay.

You were right.
I have no idea what
you're going through.

My family,
we have plenty of issues.

But compared to you

I'm a lucky girl.

Your father talks about
our assets like they were
pawns on a chessboard.

Last week, Yuri Trubachev
was killed.

Was he a good man?
I don't know.

But he has a wife named Masha
who just beat breast cancer.

And a son named George
who plays cello for
the Moscow Philharmonic.

Your father says the spy
world's all black. I know
you don't believe that.

Because you can see the good
in people no matter what.

I need your help.

If I were to help you

what would you need me
to do?

Just contact your sister.
Tell her something is off
with your father.

That he doesn't want to
play chess anymore.

Right.

Bebe will act on that intel,
and hopefully that will
Iead us to the spies

she's in communication with.
They're the ones we're after,
ultimately.

But after Bebe does that,
you're going to have her
arrested, aren't you?

Grace.

This is the right thing
to do.

As hard as it is.
I know you know that.

Okay.

It went to voicemail.

Okay.

GRACE: It's still
the recording.

Uh, leave a message.

Hey, it's me, again.
Call me back when
you get this, okay?

I know you don't care
as much as I do,

but Dad just seemed
really off when
I saw him today.

Argumentative and forgetful.

Didn't even want to continue
our chess game.

Just said he forfeited,
Iike he's giving up hope
or something.

So, call me, okay?

And don't forget I'm making
banana cream pie tonight,
your favorite,

in case you wanted to
come over for dinner.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

How was that?

Fine. You did good.

So, what's next?

Now, we wait for
your sister to contact you.

I'm going to go look after
the horses. I forgot to
feed them earlier.

Keep an eye
on the kettle, okay?

Sure.

What's your twenty?

ANNIE: We're back
at the house.

Any luck reaching Bebe?

Not yet. Do we have
any idea where she is?

No. I can tell you
where she isn't.

She isn't at her apartment.

She's also not
at the gift shop

or within eyeshot of any
of our surveillance teams.

I swear I might as well
be out there looking
for her myself.

Well, she's the daughter
of a spy. The apple doesn't
fall far from the tree.

How's Grace holding up?

I don't know.

She says she wants to
cooperate with us,
and I believe her,

but when push comes to shove,
I don't know if she's going to
turn on her sister.

Well, we don't really have
a backup plan here, Annie.

I mean,
we could pick Bebe up
and see if she'll talk.

But if she's smart...

I know.
We don't have anything
hard against her,

and her Russian contacts
will disappear.

We have to try and
force her to make contact
with her handlers again.

I get it. I just...
I don't know how easy
that's going to be.

Yeah, well,
we don't do easy.

AII right. Your backup's
only ten minutes away.

They're going to set up
perimeter surveillance
around the farm.

Signal me if
there's a problem.

(WHISTLING)

(DIALING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Bebe, you scared me.

(CELL PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)

Your sister is out
in the barn with the horses.

Let's dismiss with
the acting class, okay?
Your phone, please?

Stop.

Toss it over slowly.

Now, your car keys.

They're in my purse.

Any firearms? Weapons?

Bebe, I don't know
what you mean. I don't know
what's going...

Turn around.
What?

I said turn around.

Put your arms up.

My father always tried
to explain to me why you
CIA types didn't carry guns.

Just doesn't
make sense to me.

I know your father
got you into this.
But there is a way out.

You don't have to
go down with him.

What makes you think
this was his idea?

Let's take a little walk.
Go.

You make any sudden moves,
I will end this right now.

Bebe. What are you doing?

Pull her car
into the stables.
I want it out of sight.

You were not supposed
to come here. Didn't you
understand my message?

Of course I did.
Did she?

I'm guessing it had
something to do with
banana cream pie?

Yeah. She knows that I hate
bananas. And I know
that she hates baking.

You were supposed to
get out of town, Bebe.
Before it's too late.

You think I'm going to
Ieave my sister behind?

I have a plan.
We're getting out of here.
Move.

What plan? What are you
going to do with her?

Just move the car, Grace.
Keep walking.

The agency knows
where I am.
Move.

I have backup
on the way.

Yeah, yeah. The CIA always
has your back, right?

Just like
they had my father's?

They destroyed this family.

Bebe, think what this will do
to Grace. You don't want to
do this to your sister.

Get back!
I know you don't.

Turn around!

I can help you.
It's not too late.
Believe me.

Yeah, it is.

(WHINNIES)

(GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

Stop!

Grace.

This isn't you.

Maybe it is. Maybe I am just
Iike the rest of my family.

You don't have to be.

Grace. The second you
put down that gun, she's
going to have you arrested.

You're going to live your life
in prison, just like Dad.

You haven't done
anything wrong yet.

She's lying.
She's been lying to you
since she met you.

Why would you
trust her on this?

What about you?
You and Dad have been
Iying to me for years.

We were protecting you.

Grace. I know how important
family is, especially
when it's all you have.

But sometimes,
you have to be
your own person.

You have to make
your own fate.

Hey, has anyone seen Barber
or Hollman?

They got reassigned.

Reassigned? Where?

Office of Special Projects.

What the hell, Jai?
When I said hire
a few good operatives,

I didn't mean poach mine.

I just made the offer.
They're the ones
who accepted.

Seems like your beef
is with them, not with me.

Is that the kind of political
doublespeak that got you
this promotion?

Auggie, you were half-right.
People matter.

But so does money.

For Barber and Hollman,
this is where the money is.

That's the last time
I give you advice.

That's the last time
I'll need it.

Bebe Langford is
in FBI custody.
She's already talking.

Max was using chess moves as
codes to transmit secrets,

which Bebe then sold
to an FSB handler.

Bebe's given up the identity
and location of the handler.

We've got a team
who's bringing him in now.

Annie?

Joan, I've been
in situations
Iike that before,

but yesterday,
I felt the bullet go by me.

Decisions, reflexes, bravery,
none of that matters.

I feel like my luck
is running out.

So, if I wanted specialized
weapons training...

Consider it approved.

You can report
for Shooter and Bodyguard
Training on Monday morning.

(SIGHS)