Rubicon (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 13 - You Never Can Win - full transcript
We suffered a massive
intelligence failure yesterday.
Because of our negligence,
our inability to stay ahead
of the narrative,
terrorists were able
to explode and sink
an American oil tanker
in Galveston Bay.
Galveston...
Bay.
I want everyone in this room,
everyone at API,
to bend their minds
to this single aspect
of existence.
Who was responsible
for this attack
on our native soil?
Our government,
our president,
needs to know.
Our answer to that question
will determine his response.
Team E will ride
point on this.
Everyone else,
comb through your individual
areas of responsibility
and pass on to them anything,
Anything...
you think relevant!
The entire intelligence
community is looking to us.
to come back
with the truth.
The truth.
Just the truth.
The intelligence
is clean on this.
We have the chain.
George to Yuri, to Tanaz,
to Kateb, to boom.
But none of them
was the mastermind,
which is made
abundantly clear
by the fact
that they're all dead.
Will, this has Iran
written all over it.
The Iranian e-mail
code Tanaz used,
her meeting with the, uh,
Iranian intelligence officer.
Varaz Fard,
aka Paul Green.
She was also seen
with Ashtad Madari,
which implicates Iran
financially, too.
We have the
wedding video.
But they
were barely hiding.
It's almost as if
they wanted us to find all this.
Slam dunk.
Exactly. Now, we've already
had one failure.
I don't want to just
spin some theory here.
I want to make a case,
and I want to make it airtight.
It is airtight!
This is intelligence,
not law enforcement.
CIA and DIA
have already
made up their minds,
FBI is right behind them.
We're just stalling.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Let the CIA and the FBI
and whoever else jump
to whatever conclusion
they want. We are
not gonna do that.
We are API.
We are the safety.
We have to get
this right.
No guesswork, no supposition.
I want to look
at the whote picture here.
So can we get back
to work, please?
Well, I guess this hasn't
been exactly a red-letter day
for any of us.
Now, suppose we all
relax and enjoy
a nice,
leisurely meal?
Is it on, David?
Yeah. Are you ready? Just...
uh, stand over here.
Just look-look straight
in the camera.
Katherine. Darling Katherine.
We'll-We'll
get to that.
First?
My name is Thomas K. Rhumor,
and I have proof
that Truxton Spangler
is manipulating intelligence
at the American
Policy Institute.
Happy?
Katie, none of that
is important.
I hope you never have
to worry about any of it.
I'm sorry
for what I may have to do,
and for what you may one day
discover about me.
Commit this address to memory.
Use it only in emergencies.
701 Mott Street, Apartment 2D.
If you are ever in danger,
go there.
Katherine, please be careful.
I love you.
I have always loved you.
I can't do this.
Your turn.
Will...
if you are watching this,
what you have to remember is,
just please be careful...
The real goal
wasn't the tanker.
They're after
the backlash.
You need to make a
strategic retreat, Will.
Focus your
team on Iran.
What are you talking about?
We can't let this happen.
We can't just accept this.
In fact, we can.
We lost the battle,
not the war.
A good soldier knows when
to fall back, regroup,
live to fight another day.
I mean, my God, Will,
intelligence is largely
a failure business.
You win some, you lose a lot.
Get used to it.
This is not business!
This was my life!
This was David Hadas' life!
This is not a score sheet.
There are dead bodies here!
I understand your
emotional investment
in everything
that's happened,
but you need
to watch it!
It's a weakness.
I killed a man.
I took his life.
Someone you knew.
He went there to kill you.
He knew the risks.
Is he even buried?
Damn it.
Was he cremated?
He's out there.
It's what
he wanted.
He grew up right over there in
Williamsburg before it was full
of stockbrokers
and babies.
He loved this river.
He kept a place smack dab
in the middle of the Hasids.
He needed that connection.
How soon do you think
your team will be ready
to present your report?
Miles.
We're working.
I promise.
I just needed
to get some milk.
It's fine. Just...
come here.
Will, what's up?
What are you doing?
Will?
Whoa. What the hell
was that?
Sit down.
Listen to me.
What I'm about to tell
you is very dangerous,
so you cannot tell another
living soul about this.
Do you understand?
Okay.
I believe the attack in Houston
was planned by Truxton Spangler,
and other very powerful men,
and they're using
Iran as a scapegoat.
Okay. Oh, this is a joke.
Miles?
They dropped the evidence
of Iran's involvement
right into our laps so that we
could come to the conclusion
that they desired.
Why would they do that?
Over the past 20 years,
API analysis has been
appropriated by these men
to manipulate world events
and make money off of them.
David-- he was close
to figuring that out,
and that's why
he was killed.
Will, I'm your friend.
I am. And I...
I care about you, but,
this is...
Trust me.
For once, operate as if I
know what I'm talking about.
Just today, and I'll
prove it to you.
I'll prove it to you, Miles.
We want you to stop.
Stop what?
Everything.
The whole operation.
Galveston was a success.
The harbor is blocked.
Give me a few more days,
I'll have everyone
in this country clamoring
for revenge
against the Iranians.
This is a good plan,
and it's working.
You have exposed us to
unacceptable risk this time.
Exactly when did you all
lose your nerve, hmm?
You don't listen to
other people, Truxton.
You never have.
You're the smartest
man I know,
but you are pig-headed
and arrogant.
This mess is your fault.
What mess?
Will Travers is
in our backyard.
He's on Fishers Island,
for God's sake.
Katherine is talking to him.
Joshua.
I'm not surprised
the others have panicked...
but you?
I have to get back to work.
No trust anymore?
No faith?
Is that it?
After 50 years of friendship?
Stop the operation.
No.
I won't.
I can't.
That would be
the wrong thing to do.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Hello.
Uh, Will?
Katherine, where the hell are
you? Are you hurt, are you okay?
I-I have something
you need to see.
Do you know someone named David?
Meet me in Central Park.
Um, Bethesda Fountain--
do you know where that is?
Listen, you need to stay
in crowded places.
You are not safe alone.
I'll meet you there in an hour.
Here we go, come on.
Mr. Bloom was
a great tenant.
He always paid on time, never
complained about anything.
Ved Mehta, please.
Hey, Hal, it's Will.
I-I know, I know, yes.
Listen, do you know
how to crack a safe?
Uh, m-my name is
Katherine Rhumor.
Were you followed?
I don't think so.
He was supposed
to keep us separate.
This is wrong.
I-I don't know what
you're talking about.
You're not supposed
to be here.
Who are you?
You're not safe here.
You're under surveillance.
How did you find me?
I got a message from my husband
saying if ever I was in
danger, I should come here.
You are in danger.
Who are you?
My name is Andy.
I'm one of the people
protecting you.
You'll have to trust me.
We got to go.
It can't look like
we're together.
I'll be ten steps
behind you.
Don't look back.
I have to make a stop
in Central Park.
We can't stop.
Then I'm not coming
with you.
Mrs. Rhumor without me,
you're dead.
I have to meet someone
in Central Park at 11:00.
It's important.
We'll stop
for two minutes.
If they're not there...
He'll be there.
Where's Will?
I'm sorry, but where is he?
I mean, today.
I'm sure he has a good reason.
You're probably right.
We just got FBI analysis on
torpedo fragments
Navy divers found in the bay.
And?
The torpedoes were
Soviet-era Squalls.
They found a
serial number
on one of the fragments.
It was part
of a shipment
that entered Iran two years ago
through Bandar Abbas.
Well...
that it, right?
That's what Will was
looking for.
It's too much
to be a coincidence.
Everything points to Iran.
We should keep looking.
Jesus!
This is an epidemic today.
We should look
for something more.
What?!
What, Miles?
This is what we've
been looking for.
Confirmation!
This is what we always want
and never have:
a clear answer...
for once.
Why is everybody fighting this?
Because we want
a different answer.
We're all secretly hoping
that Joe Purcell acted alone,
that he's a one-in-a-million
nutjob with a homemade bomb.
But he's not.
And that's scary.
It means Galveston was
a state-sponsored
act of terrorism.
It means there are more
where Purcell came from
and a lot more people
are going to die in
the retaliation.
Sorry to interrupt.
Grant? Mr. Spangler would
like to speak to you.
Okay, um,
do I bring anything?
No.
How's your team faring?
We're getting there.
Time... is of the essence, hmm?
I understand.
Where's Will?
He had to step out
for a bit.
He does that quite often,
doesn't he?
Why, I wonder...
did he have to step out?
Seems there are fairly important
matters at hand.
Yes, sir, very important.
Between you and me,
I worry about him.
Will?
Yes.
I worry that he won't have the
nerve to do what must be done.
You mean, start a war with Iran?
If that's what must be done.
I think Will is doing
a very good job.
So... you don't think I should
promote you to team leader?
Excuse me.
Whoa! Oh, no.
Katherine? Katherine?
Katherine, it's Will.
You... You okay?
What happened?
No, no, no, no.
No. What happened?
What happened?
Will?
Are you all right?
Katherine Rhumor's dead.
But I just saw her.
No, she's dead.
She was murdered.
In the middle
of Central Park.
What?!
I saw it.
I was right there.
Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
I think I made a mistake.
I think I made a huge mistake
staying here.
No, you-you did...
You haven't.
All I wanted was some answers.
Maybe with time...
I don't sleep anymore.
You need to take
care of yourself.
Yeah.
This job--
it's all about not
taking care of yourself.
I'm sorry. I'm...
No.
It's okay.
Will?
Hey, I'm here...
to talk.
Or anything.
Okay?
You can trust me.
You can trust me.
I promise.
Tanya, I'm glad
you're here.
Um, I have a bit
of an announcement
to make.
I've been promoted
to team leader.
Well, what about Will?
He's been
demoted.
Apparently,
Spangler was unhappy
with Will's absences of late,
and thought I'd be better suited
to the position.
Now, I want
to assure you,
nothing will be different.
I'm still Grant.
I quit.
No.
Not because of you.
Congratulations.
I just told Ingram
that this is my last day.
I can't do this anymore.
You can and you will.
I am not letting an
analyst as good as you
slip through
my fingers.
That's what Ingram said.
I have to leave.
I really do.
I sort of hate it here.
So...
why do I torture myself?
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna do
what you should be doing.
I'm gonna write a book...
and get rich.
Really?
This is nuts.
Oh.
Oh.
Sorry, sir.
I have found, Mr. Fiedler, that
it actually pays cash money
to watch where
you're going.
Yes. Right.
This is a difficult day,
for all of us.
Try to keep
your spirits up.
The best thing we can do
is solve the problem,
and we can't do that if
all we want to do is dive back
into our bunks
and burrow under the covers.
Yes, sir.
It's only bullets whistling by.
They can't kill you.
Where have you been?
Things are getting
out of control out there.
Yes, Miles, things are
very out of control.
Oh, Jesus. What is th--
What are you doing?
Miles, if I
can connect all this--
David, the oil tanker
and Bloom--
if I can connect it
to Truxton Spangler, then...
I can't walk
away, I can't.
Why not? Why can't you?
'Cause then
it's nothing.
Then it means nothing,
then it's all for nothing.
Miles, I need your help.
Oh, God.
Um, yeah, all right, yeah.
W-What do you got?
These are photos from
Bloom's personal camera.
Bloom's personal camera?
Like, what, you just politely
asked for them?
You know what,
I don't even want to know.
It's got to be Houston, right?
Uh, says "Moses Lake," so...
That's just north
of Galveston.
Yeah, great.
So we knew Bloom
was in Houston,
and now we know he was there
fishing, too. Oh.
No, wait.
These are all dated June.
So?
So he wasn't there
in June.
He wasn't?
No, believe me.
I've looked at his travel
records a hundred times.
There's no record of
Donald Bloom being in Houston
in June 2010.
We need to look at the travel
records of his aliases.
Where you going?
Hey, Hal.
Hal.
Coming to thank your savior?
Listen, can you check
airplane passenger
manifests from here?
Yes.
Peter Kline,
June 2010.
Look that up.
Also Andrew Hauer.
Same month.
All right.
Um, yeah...
Peter Kline,
Andrew Hauer.
Ah, here it is.
Uh, Peter Kline--
pops up, uh, June 2, 2010.
He flew out of Teterboro
into Sugar Land.
Teterboro into Sugar Land--
is that commercial?
No way. It's private.
Whose plane?
Trace the plane.
I've got a tail number,
but I have to check
a different database
for ownership.
Uh, can you check that, please?
I'm going as fast as I can.
The plane's owned by Amalgamated
Transit Partners, Inc.
Yeah, that's a dummy company,
got to be.
Nobody picks that name.
Okay.
Uh, let's see.
Bingo.
Wholly owned subsidiary of
Atlas MacDowell.
That's it.
What?
Shh.
Enter.
These just
arrived for you.
Leave them there.
Barry.
Thank you.
You're welcome, sir.
If Bloom flew in
an Atlas MacDowell plane--
Truxton is part of
Atlas MacDowell--
it closes the circle.
There's no way
he can escape it.
Yeah, but is it proof?
No.
It's not gonna
hold up in court,
but it'll make a hell of
a New York Times story.
Well, okay, Will...
Listen to me.
Just-- I know what I'm doing.
I have this figured out.
Just trust me.
What are you
gonna do?
I'm gonna do my job.
I'm gonna present the facts
to my superior.
Grant.
Hey, Will.
Uh, we need to talk
about something.
Okay.
Well, there's no easy way
to say this,
but Spangler has promoted me
to team leader.
And I-I didn't want you
to think that I-I was
jockeying for the position
or going behind your back.
It just... sort of
came out of nowhere.
And I'm really...
Grant.
Good job.
This promotion should have
been yours a long time ago.
You deserve it.
Oh.
You know, uh, I was
half thinking...
Uh, I got to go.
Hey.
Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
Tell me what's going on.
I don't know, everything.
Everything is different.
U-Us?
No. No. No.
You... mean with the team?
Tanya and Grant
and all that?
Yeah, sort of.
It's gonna be okay.
Right?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Um, wow.
I need to be alone
for-for a moment.
I'm-- plea--
I'm-I'm, uh, I'm sorry.
I, uh-- yeah,
I just need to be alone.
Okay.
Will.
Is that you?
Look at this view.
I don't know why I didn't
think of coming up here before.
It's much better
than wrestling
with that
window of mine.
I know about Bloom.
And his connection to Tanaz.
And their connection
to Houston.
I have evidence that
conclusively connects
the murder of David Hadas to
the attack in Galveston Bay...
and to the activities of
an Atlas MacDowell.
And to you, sir.
I have a full report ready,
well-documented.
I'm-I'm having
one problem, though.
There's one flaw
in my analysis,
and I was hoping maybe
you could help me out.
Indeed.
I have failed
to identify a motive
to this operation.
I'm impressed with
your research.
Very impressed.
But I had expected more
from your analysis.
After all, that is
your domain, hmm?
Analysis.
You killed David Hadas.
I cared deeply
for that man.
As you well know.
Then why did you do it?
Reasons you may
never understand.
Reasons... so much
bigger than David.
Or you.
Or me... for that matter.
There's no reason
in this world
that any sane person
would accept
for murdering a train
of innocent people
just to kill one man.
We all make choices
along the way.
Sometimes good,
sometimes bad.
But we choose.
It's what makes
us unique.
Special.
David didn't choose.
I know I didn't choose.
You did this.
Make your report, Will.
Knock 'em dead.
I'm sure it'll make for
very exciting reading.
Skullduggery in high places
and all that.
Do you really think anyone
is going to give a shit?
Do it.
Do it.
intelligence failure yesterday.
Because of our negligence,
our inability to stay ahead
of the narrative,
terrorists were able
to explode and sink
an American oil tanker
in Galveston Bay.
Galveston...
Bay.
I want everyone in this room,
everyone at API,
to bend their minds
to this single aspect
of existence.
Who was responsible
for this attack
on our native soil?
Our government,
our president,
needs to know.
Our answer to that question
will determine his response.
Team E will ride
point on this.
Everyone else,
comb through your individual
areas of responsibility
and pass on to them anything,
Anything...
you think relevant!
The entire intelligence
community is looking to us.
to come back
with the truth.
The truth.
Just the truth.
The intelligence
is clean on this.
We have the chain.
George to Yuri, to Tanaz,
to Kateb, to boom.
But none of them
was the mastermind,
which is made
abundantly clear
by the fact
that they're all dead.
Will, this has Iran
written all over it.
The Iranian e-mail
code Tanaz used,
her meeting with the, uh,
Iranian intelligence officer.
Varaz Fard,
aka Paul Green.
She was also seen
with Ashtad Madari,
which implicates Iran
financially, too.
We have the
wedding video.
But they
were barely hiding.
It's almost as if
they wanted us to find all this.
Slam dunk.
Exactly. Now, we've already
had one failure.
I don't want to just
spin some theory here.
I want to make a case,
and I want to make it airtight.
It is airtight!
This is intelligence,
not law enforcement.
CIA and DIA
have already
made up their minds,
FBI is right behind them.
We're just stalling.
No.
No, no, no, no.
Let the CIA and the FBI
and whoever else jump
to whatever conclusion
they want. We are
not gonna do that.
We are API.
We are the safety.
We have to get
this right.
No guesswork, no supposition.
I want to look
at the whote picture here.
So can we get back
to work, please?
Well, I guess this hasn't
been exactly a red-letter day
for any of us.
Now, suppose we all
relax and enjoy
a nice,
leisurely meal?
Is it on, David?
Yeah. Are you ready? Just...
uh, stand over here.
Just look-look straight
in the camera.
Katherine. Darling Katherine.
We'll-We'll
get to that.
First?
My name is Thomas K. Rhumor,
and I have proof
that Truxton Spangler
is manipulating intelligence
at the American
Policy Institute.
Happy?
Katie, none of that
is important.
I hope you never have
to worry about any of it.
I'm sorry
for what I may have to do,
and for what you may one day
discover about me.
Commit this address to memory.
Use it only in emergencies.
701 Mott Street, Apartment 2D.
If you are ever in danger,
go there.
Katherine, please be careful.
I love you.
I have always loved you.
I can't do this.
Your turn.
Will...
if you are watching this,
what you have to remember is,
just please be careful...
The real goal
wasn't the tanker.
They're after
the backlash.
You need to make a
strategic retreat, Will.
Focus your
team on Iran.
What are you talking about?
We can't let this happen.
We can't just accept this.
In fact, we can.
We lost the battle,
not the war.
A good soldier knows when
to fall back, regroup,
live to fight another day.
I mean, my God, Will,
intelligence is largely
a failure business.
You win some, you lose a lot.
Get used to it.
This is not business!
This was my life!
This was David Hadas' life!
This is not a score sheet.
There are dead bodies here!
I understand your
emotional investment
in everything
that's happened,
but you need
to watch it!
It's a weakness.
I killed a man.
I took his life.
Someone you knew.
He went there to kill you.
He knew the risks.
Is he even buried?
Damn it.
Was he cremated?
He's out there.
It's what
he wanted.
He grew up right over there in
Williamsburg before it was full
of stockbrokers
and babies.
He loved this river.
He kept a place smack dab
in the middle of the Hasids.
He needed that connection.
How soon do you think
your team will be ready
to present your report?
Miles.
We're working.
I promise.
I just needed
to get some milk.
It's fine. Just...
come here.
Will, what's up?
What are you doing?
Will?
Whoa. What the hell
was that?
Sit down.
Listen to me.
What I'm about to tell
you is very dangerous,
so you cannot tell another
living soul about this.
Do you understand?
Okay.
I believe the attack in Houston
was planned by Truxton Spangler,
and other very powerful men,
and they're using
Iran as a scapegoat.
Okay. Oh, this is a joke.
Miles?
They dropped the evidence
of Iran's involvement
right into our laps so that we
could come to the conclusion
that they desired.
Why would they do that?
Over the past 20 years,
API analysis has been
appropriated by these men
to manipulate world events
and make money off of them.
David-- he was close
to figuring that out,
and that's why
he was killed.
Will, I'm your friend.
I am. And I...
I care about you, but,
this is...
Trust me.
For once, operate as if I
know what I'm talking about.
Just today, and I'll
prove it to you.
I'll prove it to you, Miles.
We want you to stop.
Stop what?
Everything.
The whole operation.
Galveston was a success.
The harbor is blocked.
Give me a few more days,
I'll have everyone
in this country clamoring
for revenge
against the Iranians.
This is a good plan,
and it's working.
You have exposed us to
unacceptable risk this time.
Exactly when did you all
lose your nerve, hmm?
You don't listen to
other people, Truxton.
You never have.
You're the smartest
man I know,
but you are pig-headed
and arrogant.
This mess is your fault.
What mess?
Will Travers is
in our backyard.
He's on Fishers Island,
for God's sake.
Katherine is talking to him.
Joshua.
I'm not surprised
the others have panicked...
but you?
I have to get back to work.
No trust anymore?
No faith?
Is that it?
After 50 years of friendship?
Stop the operation.
No.
I won't.
I can't.
That would be
the wrong thing to do.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Hello.
Uh, Will?
Katherine, where the hell are
you? Are you hurt, are you okay?
I-I have something
you need to see.
Do you know someone named David?
Meet me in Central Park.
Um, Bethesda Fountain--
do you know where that is?
Listen, you need to stay
in crowded places.
You are not safe alone.
I'll meet you there in an hour.
Here we go, come on.
Mr. Bloom was
a great tenant.
He always paid on time, never
complained about anything.
Ved Mehta, please.
Hey, Hal, it's Will.
I-I know, I know, yes.
Listen, do you know
how to crack a safe?
Uh, m-my name is
Katherine Rhumor.
Were you followed?
I don't think so.
He was supposed
to keep us separate.
This is wrong.
I-I don't know what
you're talking about.
You're not supposed
to be here.
Who are you?
You're not safe here.
You're under surveillance.
How did you find me?
I got a message from my husband
saying if ever I was in
danger, I should come here.
You are in danger.
Who are you?
My name is Andy.
I'm one of the people
protecting you.
You'll have to trust me.
We got to go.
It can't look like
we're together.
I'll be ten steps
behind you.
Don't look back.
I have to make a stop
in Central Park.
We can't stop.
Then I'm not coming
with you.
Mrs. Rhumor without me,
you're dead.
I have to meet someone
in Central Park at 11:00.
It's important.
We'll stop
for two minutes.
If they're not there...
He'll be there.
Where's Will?
I'm sorry, but where is he?
I mean, today.
I'm sure he has a good reason.
You're probably right.
We just got FBI analysis on
torpedo fragments
Navy divers found in the bay.
And?
The torpedoes were
Soviet-era Squalls.
They found a
serial number
on one of the fragments.
It was part
of a shipment
that entered Iran two years ago
through Bandar Abbas.
Well...
that it, right?
That's what Will was
looking for.
It's too much
to be a coincidence.
Everything points to Iran.
We should keep looking.
Jesus!
This is an epidemic today.
We should look
for something more.
What?!
What, Miles?
This is what we've
been looking for.
Confirmation!
This is what we always want
and never have:
a clear answer...
for once.
Why is everybody fighting this?
Because we want
a different answer.
We're all secretly hoping
that Joe Purcell acted alone,
that he's a one-in-a-million
nutjob with a homemade bomb.
But he's not.
And that's scary.
It means Galveston was
a state-sponsored
act of terrorism.
It means there are more
where Purcell came from
and a lot more people
are going to die in
the retaliation.
Sorry to interrupt.
Grant? Mr. Spangler would
like to speak to you.
Okay, um,
do I bring anything?
No.
How's your team faring?
We're getting there.
Time... is of the essence, hmm?
I understand.
Where's Will?
He had to step out
for a bit.
He does that quite often,
doesn't he?
Why, I wonder...
did he have to step out?
Seems there are fairly important
matters at hand.
Yes, sir, very important.
Between you and me,
I worry about him.
Will?
Yes.
I worry that he won't have the
nerve to do what must be done.
You mean, start a war with Iran?
If that's what must be done.
I think Will is doing
a very good job.
So... you don't think I should
promote you to team leader?
Excuse me.
Whoa! Oh, no.
Katherine? Katherine?
Katherine, it's Will.
You... You okay?
What happened?
No, no, no, no.
No. What happened?
What happened?
Will?
Are you all right?
Katherine Rhumor's dead.
But I just saw her.
No, she's dead.
She was murdered.
In the middle
of Central Park.
What?!
I saw it.
I was right there.
Oh, my God.
Are you okay?
I think I made a mistake.
I think I made a huge mistake
staying here.
No, you-you did...
You haven't.
All I wanted was some answers.
Maybe with time...
I don't sleep anymore.
You need to take
care of yourself.
Yeah.
This job--
it's all about not
taking care of yourself.
I'm sorry. I'm...
No.
It's okay.
Will?
Hey, I'm here...
to talk.
Or anything.
Okay?
You can trust me.
You can trust me.
I promise.
Tanya, I'm glad
you're here.
Um, I have a bit
of an announcement
to make.
I've been promoted
to team leader.
Well, what about Will?
He's been
demoted.
Apparently,
Spangler was unhappy
with Will's absences of late,
and thought I'd be better suited
to the position.
Now, I want
to assure you,
nothing will be different.
I'm still Grant.
I quit.
No.
Not because of you.
Congratulations.
I just told Ingram
that this is my last day.
I can't do this anymore.
You can and you will.
I am not letting an
analyst as good as you
slip through
my fingers.
That's what Ingram said.
I have to leave.
I really do.
I sort of hate it here.
So...
why do I torture myself?
What are you gonna do?
I'm gonna do
what you should be doing.
I'm gonna write a book...
and get rich.
Really?
This is nuts.
Oh.
Oh.
Sorry, sir.
I have found, Mr. Fiedler, that
it actually pays cash money
to watch where
you're going.
Yes. Right.
This is a difficult day,
for all of us.
Try to keep
your spirits up.
The best thing we can do
is solve the problem,
and we can't do that if
all we want to do is dive back
into our bunks
and burrow under the covers.
Yes, sir.
It's only bullets whistling by.
They can't kill you.
Where have you been?
Things are getting
out of control out there.
Yes, Miles, things are
very out of control.
Oh, Jesus. What is th--
What are you doing?
Miles, if I
can connect all this--
David, the oil tanker
and Bloom--
if I can connect it
to Truxton Spangler, then...
I can't walk
away, I can't.
Why not? Why can't you?
'Cause then
it's nothing.
Then it means nothing,
then it's all for nothing.
Miles, I need your help.
Oh, God.
Um, yeah, all right, yeah.
W-What do you got?
These are photos from
Bloom's personal camera.
Bloom's personal camera?
Like, what, you just politely
asked for them?
You know what,
I don't even want to know.
It's got to be Houston, right?
Uh, says "Moses Lake," so...
That's just north
of Galveston.
Yeah, great.
So we knew Bloom
was in Houston,
and now we know he was there
fishing, too. Oh.
No, wait.
These are all dated June.
So?
So he wasn't there
in June.
He wasn't?
No, believe me.
I've looked at his travel
records a hundred times.
There's no record of
Donald Bloom being in Houston
in June 2010.
We need to look at the travel
records of his aliases.
Where you going?
Hey, Hal.
Hal.
Coming to thank your savior?
Listen, can you check
airplane passenger
manifests from here?
Yes.
Peter Kline,
June 2010.
Look that up.
Also Andrew Hauer.
Same month.
All right.
Um, yeah...
Peter Kline,
Andrew Hauer.
Ah, here it is.
Uh, Peter Kline--
pops up, uh, June 2, 2010.
He flew out of Teterboro
into Sugar Land.
Teterboro into Sugar Land--
is that commercial?
No way. It's private.
Whose plane?
Trace the plane.
I've got a tail number,
but I have to check
a different database
for ownership.
Uh, can you check that, please?
I'm going as fast as I can.
The plane's owned by Amalgamated
Transit Partners, Inc.
Yeah, that's a dummy company,
got to be.
Nobody picks that name.
Okay.
Uh, let's see.
Bingo.
Wholly owned subsidiary of
Atlas MacDowell.
That's it.
What?
Shh.
Enter.
These just
arrived for you.
Leave them there.
Barry.
Thank you.
You're welcome, sir.
If Bloom flew in
an Atlas MacDowell plane--
Truxton is part of
Atlas MacDowell--
it closes the circle.
There's no way
he can escape it.
Yeah, but is it proof?
No.
It's not gonna
hold up in court,
but it'll make a hell of
a New York Times story.
Well, okay, Will...
Listen to me.
Just-- I know what I'm doing.
I have this figured out.
Just trust me.
What are you
gonna do?
I'm gonna do my job.
I'm gonna present the facts
to my superior.
Grant.
Hey, Will.
Uh, we need to talk
about something.
Okay.
Well, there's no easy way
to say this,
but Spangler has promoted me
to team leader.
And I-I didn't want you
to think that I-I was
jockeying for the position
or going behind your back.
It just... sort of
came out of nowhere.
And I'm really...
Grant.
Good job.
This promotion should have
been yours a long time ago.
You deserve it.
Oh.
You know, uh, I was
half thinking...
Uh, I got to go.
Hey.
Hey.
You all right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I'm good.
Tell me what's going on.
I don't know, everything.
Everything is different.
U-Us?
No. No. No.
You... mean with the team?
Tanya and Grant
and all that?
Yeah, sort of.
It's gonna be okay.
Right?
I don't know.
I don't know.
Um, wow.
I need to be alone
for-for a moment.
I'm-- plea--
I'm-I'm, uh, I'm sorry.
I, uh-- yeah,
I just need to be alone.
Okay.
Will.
Is that you?
Look at this view.
I don't know why I didn't
think of coming up here before.
It's much better
than wrestling
with that
window of mine.
I know about Bloom.
And his connection to Tanaz.
And their connection
to Houston.
I have evidence that
conclusively connects
the murder of David Hadas to
the attack in Galveston Bay...
and to the activities of
an Atlas MacDowell.
And to you, sir.
I have a full report ready,
well-documented.
I'm-I'm having
one problem, though.
There's one flaw
in my analysis,
and I was hoping maybe
you could help me out.
Indeed.
I have failed
to identify a motive
to this operation.
I'm impressed with
your research.
Very impressed.
But I had expected more
from your analysis.
After all, that is
your domain, hmm?
Analysis.
You killed David Hadas.
I cared deeply
for that man.
As you well know.
Then why did you do it?
Reasons you may
never understand.
Reasons... so much
bigger than David.
Or you.
Or me... for that matter.
There's no reason
in this world
that any sane person
would accept
for murdering a train
of innocent people
just to kill one man.
We all make choices
along the way.
Sometimes good,
sometimes bad.
But we choose.
It's what makes
us unique.
Special.
David didn't choose.
I know I didn't choose.
You did this.
Make your report, Will.
Knock 'em dead.
I'm sure it'll make for
very exciting reading.
Skullduggery in high places
and all that.
Do you really think anyone
is going to give a shit?
Do it.
Do it.