Lioness (2023-…): Season 1, Episode 6 - The Lie Is the Truth - full transcript

Hey.

- Are you close?
- I'm getting close.

Weather's not cooperating
with our weekend.

- You are wrong. The
weather is perfect.

I love the rain.

Hurry, I have a
surprise for you.

- I'm hurrying.

- Hurry harder. Your surprise
has to leave at seven.

- What's my surprise?

- Five women just arrived, two
of them have massage tables.

So it looks like you're
going to have a spa day.



- Wonderful.

- Look at the bright side.

- Yeah?

- I don't know, I haven't
thought of one yet.

Well, here's the bright side.

I mean, you're not talking
when you have a facial.

Three days
alone with this girl,

every lie you tell her,
she is going to remember.

Tell the truth, just change
the names and locations.

Answer questions with questions
then do a lot of listening.

Roger that.

- No, not "roger that".

This is her wanting to know you.

I need you to
understand the risks.



- I understand the risk.

- Guess we're gonna find out.

- Hey, Cruz. We write
all this stuff down.

So you'll have a cheat sheet
for the next time, okay?

- Let's worry about next
time when we have one.

Hey.

The debrief's
at the White House now.

- The White House. Why?

Who's in the debrief?

- I don't know yet.
I'm gonna pick you up.

We'll talk about it in the car.

My meeting's been moved
to the White House now.

- I heard.

- Heard from who?

- If it would make a
difference, I'd tell you.

- Do you know who's
in this meeting?

- Don't you?

- I knew who was in the
debrief was at Langley.

Well, it won't be the President.

- Wouldn't be the
President anyway.

You don't plan bus routes
with the bus driver.

You just tell him
where to drive.

- I see the Secretary of State
has canceled his trip to Poland.

- Fuck.

Who called you?

- We don't do that. He
called me in confidence.

- I'm your fucking wife.

- You have the same rule.

- If you give something
you get something.

- You trading for sex now?

- No, I'm gonna give you
something you actually want.

Something that helps you.

- National Security
Advisor asking if you

went to San Antonio.

- He doesn't need to call
you to answer that question.

- Nope.

- They're nervous.

- Real nervous. Worried
about loose lips.

Wanted to know if I knew.

My turn.

- There's a mole...
Qudrah Petrol.

- No shit, Kate.
You said useful.

It's
not one of our moles.

- Which nation?

- Not nation. Group.

- Which group?
- More like a parent company.

- You're making me work pretty
hard for my slice, Kaitlyn.

- That's because you're not
asking the right questions.

- Not a nation, not a state.

- You call it a group.
- Mm-hm.

- Parent company, which
means there's a lot

of little companies...

- What are the two tallest
buildings in New York?

- Today?

One World Trade Center
and Central Park Tower.

- Groups like these
are the reason

they're the tallest buildings.

- That's your mole.
- That's my mole.

He runs a sort of...

What we call a bank
for terrorists.

- Interesting.
- Mm-hm.

- Not sure how it helps me.

- Oh, it helps you.

It helps you when we get
him because getting him

puts 80 billion dollar's worth

of black market oil
back on the open market.

I'm gonna be late.

- Kate, you're assuming
putting it back

on the open market
is a good thing.

- Isn't it?

- It's a matter of
perspective, I suppose.

- Whose perspective?

- Look who's asking the
wrong questions now.

- Welcome back, Miss Adid.

- Thanks.
- Luggage in the trunk?

- I travel light.

Do I just...

Can I go in?

- Please.
- Thanks.

- Zara!

We must hurry or they won't
have time to do everything.

- What's everything?

- You'll see.

Come on.

Ah!

Ooh...

Ow.

Damn it.

- If they only knew the
pain of looking beautiful.

- If only I'd known.

How often do you do this?

- You've never been to a spa?

- I'm... Weird about people.

I don't like being poked at.

- You've never had a facial?

- No.

- But you've been to Hammam.

- No.

- How no?

- We don't have money.

- You have money
to shop in Kuwait.

- My uncle has money.

And to auction me off to
a husband, he spent some.

My fanciest dinner was with you.

My first ride in a
jet was with you.

First ride in a fucking
Range Rover was with you.

Sorry, I don't mean to swear.

- God gave you to the
wrong family, I think.

Or there was a mix-up at the
hospital the day you were born.

You deserve all those things.

I think your uncle is the wrong
man to find you a husband.

I think that's my new job.

But it will be tricky:
No Ehsans for you.

You will need a dreamer.

But dreamers don't have money.

It's okay, I find you
a dreamer with money.

There has to be one.

I can't promise you handsome
and money and dreamer,

but I'll get you
two of the three.

- I don't care about money.

- That's because
you've never had any.

Describe to me your perfect man,

so when I'm shopping I
know what to look for.

- Uh... kind.

Capable.

Stand up for his beliefs.

I don't really care
what his beliefs are

as long as he
stands up for them.

Stands up for me.

Looks me in the
eye when he speaks.

- What's he look like?

- I couldn't care less.

- I think it's you
who are the dreamer.

This is easily the
most uncomfortable

I've been in my life...

and that's saying something.

- This is to relax.

And your skin will
glow like the sun.

If this makes you uncomfortable,

I worry for you and the mud.

- Mud?

- Now are you relaxed?

- Gets everywhere, doesn't it?

- Oh! Shit!

Yeah, it's, uh...

One big damn shower.

Not small.

- Been in a steam
before, I'm sure.

- Yeah, I've been in a steam.

I used to box.

- Box? I don't know box.

- Mulakima.

- Oh, Fight?

Of course you did.

Was that the bruises?

- I haven't done it in years.

But when I did it, we would
have to sweat to make weight.

Try to get real skinny
before the weigh in,

and then put all the water
back in you before the fight.

I've been in a steam room.

Never seen one in a
house, but I know them.

- But still.

No car wreck.

- It was a man.

- Why did you let
him do that to you?

- I didn't let him do anything.

- Men don't start with beatings.

They start with
shoves and slaps.

Then punches, then the beatings.

If you get a beating you let him

because you didn't
leave with the slap.

- It was the last beating.

I made sure of it.

- How did you make sure?

- I hit him in the face
with an iron skillet

until he didn't have one anymore

then I ran for my fucking life.

- And then you came to me.

- Then I came to you.

- Look me in the eye and name
me your five best friends.

Don't think just do it.

Name them.

- That's what I thought.
We have that in common.

Now take a breath
and take your time.

And name me one.

- You.

- I want to be.

I will be.

I want to be your friend.

And I am the one who
stands up for you.

Will you be my friend?

- Yeah, I will.

- So now we are friends.

But no more lies.

How can I stand up for you if
you don't tell me the truth?

- No more lies.

- When you were a kid
did you have sleepovers?

Slumber party.

Eating ice cream...
watch stupid movies

then watch scary movies
then tell scary stories?

- No, I didn't do any of that.

- We do that tonight.

- What the fuck am I doing?

- I am fucking bored.

- They only got this one
guard posted outside.

And I haven't seen anyone
come to relieve this fool.

Just been standing
there all damn day.

- I think the detail's
following the banker.

- If that fucker's
alone, who's watching

the monitors on the inside?

- You think their
system's in-house

or are they feeding
into computers?

- You bet, Tex.

The ace of fucking spades
he's using a Nest app

for his security surveillance.

- That's an NSA question.

- Maybe we oughta ask 'em.

- Actually, it's an FBI
question this side of the pond.

- It's irrelevant,
is what it is.

System's closed circuit.

- What the fuck?

- P.D.?
- P.D. knocks.

- Boy, did you pick the
wrong fucking house.

- Officers, they just
asked me to drive 'em here.

- We ain't officers.

But you're sure
gonna wish we were.

- Fucking ten o'clock at night.

- Yep.

- You ever been iced this long?

- Nine-eleven.

I sat here for three days.

- Would you both
step inside, please?

- Take a seat by Byron.

Bring him down
here.

It's a pretty interesting
week you've had.

I'd like to hear your version
of the events, Mr. McManus.

- Which events are
you referring to?

- We are not fucking
around today!

Extraction at the border.

Kill mission in San Antonio.

Your version now.

- I'm unaware of any
border extraction.

I had a safe house in San
Antonio under surveillance.

- You are not authorized to
order surveillance on U.S. soil.

- The request for surveillance
was made to the ATF through NSA.

- Why ATF, why not the FBI?

- ATF chases bombs, sir.

FBI chases headlines.

- Picked up footage of a
lieutenant for Maher Al Agal

at the San Antonio residence.

Contacted ATF, FBI,
San Antonio P.D.,

alerted them, and then
advised on a capture mission.

The Al Qaeda team engaged
SWAT, neutralized the threat,

and then discovered explosives
determined too volatile to move

so they were destroyed in place.

I have heard some bullshit
in my time, I'll tell you.

But that is...

Bravo. You got a
real winner here.

It takes local police an hour
to get their shit together

with a live shooter
in a fucking school.

You want me to believe that they
dumped six Al Qaeda fighters

in less than 90 seconds?

I saw the video.

The NSA didn't just put
cameras in the house,

they parked a fucking
satellite over it.

- You know, I was impressed
with them as well, sir.

- It was cute the first time.

Care to give us your version?

- I don't have a version, sir.

- You saying you weren't there?

- I was there to
identify Mohamed Mahmoud.

However, the decision to
detonate the residence

made that impossible.

- So we're all just
going to pretend that

a CIA quick reaction force
did not execute a kill mission

in front of CBS fucking news.

- Secretary Mullins, I'm
confused, did CBS News report

that a CIA QRF operated
within the borders

of the United States?
I've not heard that.

- No, they didn't.
They're too busy filming

the victory lap that
the local police

is taking for saving the city.

- Isn't that the most important
thing: that the city was saved?

- It's the most important
thing to the city.

The most important thing for
me is protecting my President

from a CIA team
operating on U.S. soil.

- There doesn't seem to
be any evidence of that.

- There's evidence
everywhere I look:

I've got a director
of operations and two

senior case officers on the
ground in Texas at a time

when a kill mission is
executed in a manner

that no U.S. police
force is trained to do.

- That is not evidence,
that is speculation.

- Is it your testimony
that there is zero physical

or digital evidence
of your involvement

in a mission in San Antonio?

- Is that what I'm doing,
here? I'm testifying?

- If evidence
surfaces, you will be.

I can promise you.

- There is no
evidence to surface.

- We are not the only
people studying this.

You know Russia is
going to come down

so fast on every police officer
involved in this investigation.

And I would love to
meet the watch commander

who can resist the race horse
of a woman they will sic on him.

- So what would you
like to do here?

Should we turn this over
to Senate Intelligence

and have a hearing?

It's going to be
hard to prosecute

because it's such a win.

Americans have seen
the consequences

of fumbling intelligence.

Let's not forget the Jordanian
intelligence warned us of

an airborne terrorist attack
two months before 9-11.

Did we know the flight schools

where the terrorists
trained? Yes.

Did we know the
names and locations

of two of the terrorists? Yes.

Does sending a team and
neutralizing those threats

look like a good idea
in the rear view mirror?

Four shy of three
thousand died here.

God knows how many died in
Afghanistan over the years.

That is what was avoided here.

They had enough explosives
to blow up the Alamodome,

which was hosting an Elton
John concert that very weekend.

That venue holds 64,000 people.

I'll let that sink
in for a minute.

So, we can keep
playing this game,

but what I'd really like
to is go back to my office

and hand out T-shirts that say
"You're goddam right we did it."

But you're never going
to be able to prove it.

Give it your best shot.

I think
we could do just that.

- Thank you, Agent
McManus. That will be all.

Next order of business.

Something you
forgot to tell us?

- I updated you on our progress
at last month's briefing.

- Quite a bit has
happened since then.

- Are you close?

- Closer than we've ever been.

- How close?

- I have someone embedded
with a next of kin.

- Is someone a contract
agent or a Lioness?

- A Lioness, sir.

- If she's able to makes
contact with the target,

what are her directives then?

- Neutralize the
target if possible.

If not we can send the QRF,

or depending on the
location we can use a drone,

possibly a tomahawk depending
on the target's proximity

to our fleet in
the Mediterranean.

- How does she request
authorization for that?

- She's been green since
she first made contact

with her mark.

- We need to assume
that authority.

- No, it doesn't work like that.

Once she's embedded, we
don't have access to her.

We can only keep eyes
her on from a distance,

but that's all we can do without
jeopardizing the mission.

- Well, then how can she
order a missile strike?

- She doesn't. I do.

- Without being able
to contact the Lioness?

- No, sir.

- Are you saying the Lioness
is collateral damage?

- Collateral damage
is unintended.

I'm saying it's a
casualty of the situation.

- A sacrifice.

- Yes, ma'am.

- What a lovely war.

- And what is the
anticipated point of contact?

- A wedding.

- Location?
- Unknown.

Even to the bride.

But we do have a date.

December 7th.

- Ironic.

We're naming this mission
Operation Yellow Jacket.

Your authorization code to
launch or execute is "Mabel."

I repeat, Mabel.

- And how am I supposed to
relay that to the Lioness

when I have no contact with her?

- Not my problem.

Once they depart
for the wedding,

command of this operation will
move to the situation room.

You will both oversee
from there, understood?

- Why are you taking
over our operation?

- Because your team had a
fire-fight on the interstate

then executed a kill
mission in Middle America

then blew up a fucking house
to destroy the evidence.

You can do that kind of
shit all you want in Syria.

You don't get to do it here.

You can go and make those
T-shirts now, Byron.

That's all.

- Thank you.
- Thanks for coming.

- What the fuck was that about?

- Not here. Meet
me in Langley.

- Kaitlyn.
- Not another fucking word.

- My team.
- Not the place.

I need ten minutes.

This problem
will still be here.

Oh, shit.

Oh my God.

You know what?

There's footsteps in but
there's no footsteps out.

- Oh, God.
- What the fuck?!

- Micah! Micah! Micah!

- Oh! Why the fuck
are we watching this?

I'm gonna have to sleep
with the fucking lights on.

Micah!

- That's it? That's
the end of the movie?

- Not yet.

That's the end of the movie.

- Why would anyone pay
to have the shit scared

out of them for two hours?

I'm gonna need
therapy after that.

- It's like the roller coaster.

Why do you ride
the roller coaster?

- I don't ride
the rollercoaster.

- Scared of rollercoasters.

- No, I'm not fucking
scared of the rollercoaster.

I'm scared of the 18
year-old making minimum wage

to operate it.

- Now we have to watch
something funny or sad

to get it out of our brains.

Which one?

- I don't want to watch
something depressing

after being traumatized.

- Romance then.

- Um, "Notebook." You
seen "The Notebook?"

- I haven't seen anything.
- Okay.

Well, now you will
cry, but a good cry,

a "love exists in the
world" kind of cry.

- I think I'm drunk.

Are you drunk?

- No.

- One of those legs
must be hollow.

- What's the problem?

- Uh, group of three
tried to rob the house.

We're holding them now.

- This fucking day.

- Assuming you don't want
us calling local P.D.

- I definitely do not
want you doing that.

Hold on.

- Well, that was
pretty fun, huh?

- What are you doing?

- I am about to
get really drunk.

- I would hold off on that.

- Mm. I'm pretty committed.

- Remember that favor
you fucking owe me?

- Yeah.

- I need it.

- Can you describe the
problem over the phone?

- My friends ran into
some wayward young men.

I need those men to get
amnesia real fucking fast.

- Where am I going?
- Hamptons.

- Is Kaitlyn gonna
clear me a jet

or do I have to drive
for seven hours?

- Can you get him a jet?

The jet will be ready.

- All right, what's my
budget on hush money?

- If it's more than ten
apiece they'll just buy a car

wreck it and tell the
police everything.

- Ten.
- I'm on my way.

- I'll text you the address.

- Text it to the burner.

Congressman.

There's a reporter for the
Post over my left shoulder.

- Thank you.

- Just doing my part.

- I don't buy it.

They were too upset.

And that was too big a win.

- San Antonio is the excuse.

They don't have the
resolve on Amrohi.

- He funnels money to
ISIS, Taliban, Hezbollah,

any terrorist group with
their hand out he funds.

Sunni, Shia, he
doesn't give a shit.

I'm surprised the Saudis
haven't killed him themselves.

- The only thing
that makes sense is

they want the
region destabilized.

Us too, I guess.

- I don't see a single
political benefit from that.

I certainly don't see
the human rights benefit.

- I don't either.

But that's how
this is presenting

and we have to figure out why.

- I need to go to the bathroom.

- Piss your pants.

Oh, shit.

I'm not cleaning that shit up.

- Jesus! This looks like fun.

You know why they get you
sitting on your heels like that?

'Cause your legs fall
asleep from the knees down.

So if you try to get up and run,

you fall flat on
your fucking face.

Sit the fuck down!

Only people who know that
little trick are professionals.

You know what I mean
when I say professionals?

They make a living out
of pursuing, detaining,

and neutralizing
threats posed by others.

Who we got?

Lucky for you...

Damian.

212 Spring Street, Farmingdale.

Lucky for you, I'm
going to do a DNA swab

of the inside of
your cheek, Damian.

You're not much of a threat,
but you're a fucking nuisance.

- Open your mouth.

- Were they armed?

- Pistols. We got
em over there.

- I'll take em with me.

- All right, open
up, and say ah.

Open up.

Open your mouth.

- Aah.

- All right, here's the
deal we are going to make.

Hold your hands out
in front of you.

Fucking hold your hands
up in front of you!

It's not that hard.

- Fucking hold your hands out.

- Tonight shouldn't be a
complete waste of time.

I mean, you came
here for something,

so you should
fucking get something.

- Oh God, oh God,
oh God, oh God!

Hey... you should fucking
get something, right?

Hm. Do you know what that is?

That's money.

But if I ever see
you here again,

we're gonna consider
you a threat.

And if you speak of this...

to anyone...

- I'll consider you
an even bigger threat.

Yeah.

And then we're
gonna have to assume

that you spoke to
your families and...

and now they're a threat too.

I made it pretty clear
what we do to threats,

didn't I, Damian? Yeah? Yeah?

- Yes, yes, you did.

- I want to hear you say it.

- You... you... you kill them.

- We fucking do.

All right, then.

I think we can turn these
little pigeons loose now.

- All right. Stand
up. Let's go.

- Stand up.
- Up, up, up.

- Get your ass up.
- Get up.

- Turn to your left.
- Stay, stay.

- All right, there you go.

Hands on the shoulders of
the man in front of you.

Damian, you're the lead.
Keep your hands by your side.

Walk forward until
I tell you to stop.

Follow my voice.

Steps. Steps.

- I smell like piss now.
- Steps.

- Fuck.

- Come on, come on.

All right. Stop.

Turn to the right.

You will walk forward to
your car, you will get in,

you will drive away.

You will not look back in
the direction of the house.

Do you understand? Yes.

Walk.

- What about our shoes?

- They're our shoes
now. Fuck your shoes.

- I said that you would cry.

- You said it was a good cry.
This is fucking heartbreaking.

- But they knew love.

Can't have heartbreak
if you don't have love.

- It's just so fucking sad.

- I'll never know love.

But I guess I'll never
know heartbreak either.

- Don't marry him.

- It's not my choice.

- It is absolutely your choice.

- You are not Arab.

You may have Arab ancestry,
but you were raised here.

You live here.

- You live here.

- I play here.

When I am married

I will live in Riyadh.

In my country, my culture,

to say no is to
shame both families.

I would be taken back to
Riyadh, locked away or killed.

For me to choose love
would be the death of me.

- My turn, I guess.

- You ever been in love?

- No.

- I would love to
feel it just once.

- Me, too.

- Just trying to make it

a little wheelchair
friendly in here.

- I can see that.

- What time is it?
- It's late.

- Too late for a night cap?

- It's never too
late for a night cap.

How was she today?

- Today was rough.

Backed off the
morphine so she's sore.

- Sorry I wasn't there.

- I told her today
was gonna be tough.

- She was okay with that?

- Well, whatever
you said worked.

She is gonna need
more of you, though.

- Yeah, I know.

I know.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- No more Band-Aids, okay?

Just you and me from now on.

- I'd like that.

- Oh, good.

We should probably
bank a few sessions

before I have to go overseas.

- I think that's a
really good idea.

Ha-ha!

Wooo!

Wooo!

Wooo!

- My mother called!

They have chosen a place
for the wedding: Mallorca!

Mallorca! Ha ha!

- That's good?

- It's the most beautiful
place on the earth!

- Wait!

- Whoo.

What was that?

- I don't know.

- Well, you won't
believe Mallorca.

You won't believe your eyes.

And now we must
shop. We must shop!

You want some breakfast?