Rubicon (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - No Honesty in Men - full transcript

You brought me a tomato.

I thought maybe we
could have dinner.

It's almost midnight.

Are you hungry?

Never very.

What possessed you?

You looked pretty.

Through my window,
you looked pretty,

and I thought...

Good enough.

I'm Andy, by the way-
if you wanted to know.



Maybe that's not important to you.

Sorry. My name's Will.

But you're not really the
calling type, are you?

You like to appear, suddenly,
in the middle of the night

demanding a date.

This is a date, isn't it?

Will.

Hi.

Sorry.

Please tell me you didn't
come all the way over here

just to stare at
your own apartment.

"Reduced fat."

That says something about a man.

Mm. Well, I just buy what my...



I just buy what I've
always bought, I guess.

Kind of thing a mother buys.

Oh, that's awful.

Sorry about that.

No way. It's got a
nice bug spray finish.

Turkey, tomato,

reduced-fat mayo...

and white bread.

So, how old are you?

I can't tell ages.

I think everyone's my age.

How old are you? Thirty-two.

I'm older than you.

Good.

But what does that mean, exactly?

It means I do a lot of reading.

So, you're a painter?

Painter-slash-temporary
executive assistant

to the VP of an educational
travel corporation.

Ah.

I'm multitalented.

The assistant thing is so
I'll have something to say

to my parents at Christmas,
'cause...

they do not understand
art as a concept.

My mom has the whole house
covered in tapestry.

That's like having
carpeted walls...

You know...

most people look at me
when I talk to them.

Sorry.

You're staring over there

like you're waiting for
something to happen.

You can see my whole
apartment from here.

Who designed this city?

New York is perfect.

Makes me feel like I'm not alone.

Do you want some pot?

I get drug-tested at work.

They're drug-testing

historians now?

Oh, you just get
better and better.

This was fun.

Yeah.

Shall we...

call it a night, or...?

I can't go home.

Oh, really?

And why is that?

Because my apartment is bugged.

So you're not a historian.

No.

You're an analyst.

Yes.

Like Robert Redford
was an analyst.

No. Just an analyst.

Andy, please...

Come on, Will.

If we're gonna do this,
let's do it.

Hold a gun to my head,
tie me to the radiator.

I'm not kidding.

Well, at least tell me it's
a life-or-death situation.

It is.

Good.

Then let me get you a blanket.

And another drink.

Your bathroom is, uh...?

Down the hall,
first door on the left.

Look what I got.

What is that for?

Surveillance, obviously.

Right.

I mean, you have to
go to work, right?

Otherwise the Russians
will know you're onto them.

It is Russians, right?

Don't tell me... I so want
to believe it's Russians.

Will, if this is a
real-deal stakeout,

we have to have surveillance.

Yes. You're right.

Of course I'm right.

Help me with this.

You're not married, are you?

I usually don't ask,

but sometimes that
gets me in trouble.

Oh, God.

You are married,

aren't you? No.

I'm not married.

Why not?

I mean, you seem like a good guy.

You're sweet,

weird in an interesting way,

I like looking at you...

what's wrong with you?

I used to be married.

Didn't work out?

No, it was... great, actually.

She died, didn't she?

Jesus, Will, I'm sorry.

It's okay.

I just ruined it, didn't I?

That was the moment, right there.

No, you didn't ruin anything.

Unless you're lying to me.

Crazier things have happened.

Maybe you want me
to feel bad for you.

That doesn't work on me.

Okay.

I'm having fun.

And I'm playing along.

And believe it or not,

this isn't even the
weirdest night I've had.

But I don't like being lied to.

I like you.

Andy, I'm telling you the truth.

I can't go home,
and I need your help.

You're a liar.

But okay.

I'm sorry your wife died.

Thanks for letting me stay.

Thanks for the tomato.

Morning, Kale.

What's wrong?

Why would anything be wrong?

I brought you your tea,

your, um...

Ginseng.

...ginseng tea.

Thank you.

Have you spoken to Will Travers?

Not since yesterday.

Expect he'll come to work today?

I have no reason to
believe otherwise.

Why?

Hm.

"There is no trust, no faith,

no honesty in men."

Romeo and Juliet, the Nurse.

You can always count on
a well-read man, hmm?

Am I worried about Will?

Worried?

No.

Enjoy your tea.

All right.

Mr. Test?

Who are you?

Sorry.

I'm Emily. I'm helping out until
your team gets a new assistant.

Okay. Nice to meet you.

Actually, your wife is here.

Excuse me?

Your wife...

she's outside, she won't leave.

Well, what do you mean,
she won't leave?

She wants to talk to you.

The guard called up.

He said she won't leave
until she talks to you.

Oh, sorry.

Just heads up.

I think she's really upset.

What are you doing here?

I've been waiting
for half an hour.

Sorry. They just told
me you were down here.

What's going on?

Paul wanted to see
me this morning.

Naturally, stupid me, I thought

he wanted to tell me what
a good job I'm doing.

How the ratings are up across
the board because of me.

How I'm the reason anything
runs at all in that place.

Lisa, I have to get... No, no, no.

Honey, come here.
He's... No, don't-don't do that.

You tell me what we're
gonna do, Grant.

We're gonna lose our apartment.

I mean, Jesus, private school...

Calm down.

We'll figure something out.

You'll see.

You'll find something else,
something better.

What is so important

that you can't try to hold up
your end of the bargain, Grant?

We've got children.

Do you get that?

You're so smart, you could
have done anything you wanted.

I like what I do.

What is that exactly?

Well, I'm gonna go home,
kill myself.

Don't even joke about that.

They fired me, Grant.

After everyth... everything,
they just fired me.

I'll see you at home.

Katherine,
the man never spoke to me

in the ten years we were married,

except to ask if he could borrow
the Arts and Leisure section.

And even then, he mumbled.

I don't know what Tom was thinking

or what he did when
he wasn't home.

Towards the end of our marriage,

I just assumed he was with you.

Gidge.

Please. Over 25 years ago.

I've moved on.

Have you ever seen this picture?

Yes. It's Tom as a boy.

Maybe Fishers Island.

And that's James Wheeler.

Mm-hmm.

Do you know any of the others?

Uh, Gerald Bradley.

P-Professor Bradley?

Mm-hmm. Never even met the man,

but his wife sent
out a Christmas card

to half the city of New York

with a collage of Gerald
and herself as children.

See, it's a message,
but I... I don't know what it means.

Katherine, it's a photograph
of your husband as a child.

There's nothing sinister about it.

Does a four leaf clover
mean anything to you?

It brings good luck.

It's time to move on.

You know, I don't think

you' supposed to loiter out here.

I have a feeling this building
is supposed to blend in.

People smoke outside
of buildings, Will.

I'm helping it blend.

Oh, you look tired.

I am tired.

Today's not a good day for tired.

We just got word that Tanaz
Sahar was killed three days ago,

and the CIA has just stood
now decided to share.

and I'm up to my ears in
conflicting information.

Which is it, Miles?

Your waist or your ears?

Uncollated, conflicting.

It's gonna take me three years
to get through this information.

Wait, wait,
where the hell is Tanya?

She's out.

Out? What do you mean, out?

Temporarily reassigned.

What?! For how long?

I'd say about 28 days.

Oh, you're kidding me.

Will wants us in the
conference room.

All right.

Also, Tanya's in rehab.

What?!

Yeah. I hope you weren't
planning on going home tonight,

'cause we got, like,
900 pages to get through,

and now we're a man down.

Oh, and, uh, there's no doughnuts.

Oh, um...

Good morning.

Hey. Sorry.

I left my shoes. It's okay.

Hi. I'm Emily.

Mr. Ingram assigned me

to your desk until you
can find a permanent...

Hi.

I'm just gonna...

Will, I didn't mean to...

Don't worry about it.

I just want to apologize.

Have a good day, Maggie.

Uh...

Hi.

You're in the wrong room.

I'm Julia.

I was on Team C.

We had the leak.

This is Julia.

She is going to be helping us out

until Spangler can find
a new leader for Team C.

She traffics in computer string theory,
and the psychology

of anarchists?
Try to make her feel welcome.

We're in the middle
of a project, Will.

We don't have time to
bring someone up to speed.

No offense. I'm sorry.
She speaks Urdu. Do you speak Urdu?

Julia.

We're a man down, so thank you.

We really appreciate
your help right now.

Miles, will you get
her up to speed?

And don't waste any time.

I need all of information you
gathered from the black site.

Grant, help Miles with
whatever he needs.

Shouldn't someone keep an
eye on George and Yuri?

Yuri is a middleman,
and at this point,

George is finance,
Tanaz was on the ground,

so if this thing is
going operational,

we need to find out
what she was up to.

If she was a double agent,
maybe the CIA had her killed.

Okay, I'm gonna take this
stack back to my office,

see what I can find.

Grant, Julia, you run whatever
you can find through Miles

before it comes to me.

I don't want any
second guessing today.

Welcome.

Thanks.

Looks like you just got promoted.

What is this?

What does it look like?

There may not be audio up here,

but there are cameras everywhere,

so eat the delicious snack
we came up here to enjoy,

and then please tell me

what you've done
to Truxton Spangler

to make him show up at
my home at 6:00 a.M.

I broke one of the bugs.

What?

You heard me.

Let's see who comes to fix it.

It's their move now.

And who exactly are they?

Oh, you tell me.

I can't protect you
unless you trust me.

I don't trust you.

Thanks for the muffin.

Look at this.

It's a transcript of a rendezvous

How long is Julia
going to be with us?

Hmm.

Why, you don't like her?

No, no, no, she's, she's fine.

Well, she doesn't
have a team leader.

So we could get stuck with her.

Just try to be nice.

So this is a transcript
of Tanaz Sahar

and a man, alias Paul Green.

Analysis has him listed
as Iranian intelligence.

So Tanaz has a thing for Iranians.

Mm-hmm.

They've met six times in
the past eight months.

Hi, sorry to interrupt.

Your assistant said
you were down here.

I think I found something.

Do you want to sit?

I'm okay, thanks.

Hal ran code recognition

on the e-mail account
we got from the CIA.

Most of Tanaz's
e-mails were clean,

but a handful of
messages came back coded.

It's a rudimentary code, actually,

relatively easy to break,
and we've seen it before.

Low-level Iranian
intelligence operatives

use it to contact their assets.

So we're saying

Tanaz is working both sides,
and Iran is one of the sides?

What's going on?

Is this a meeting?
Tanaz was working

with Iranian intelligence.

You find anything?

I got this intercept on Kateb.

Alive or dead?

Unconfirmed, but alive,
looks like.

Do we have any pictures yet? No,
but local Afghans

described him as "Light-skinned."

Have we looked for a Kateb

in any of the European
sleeper cells?

This is all I've got.

Well, couple Afghans
called him light-skinned...

I mean, that's not much to go on.

At this point, we have
every reason to believe

someone figured out Tanaz
was playing both sides.

Either the CIA killed her or
it was Iranian intelligence,

so call the CIA,
find out what the party line is

and poke holes in it.

I need to go home.

Will, are you kidding?

We've got hours of work here.

I'll be in early.

What was that?

I have no idea.

Wish I was in rehab.

Andy?

Look...

obviously, I told her I'd
have to check with you first.

It's Thanksgiving, it's,
it's a big deal.

It's a long way off,
but it's my family.

Uh-huh, yeah.

Kale, are you even
listening to me?

What is it?

Stay here.

Why? Stay here.

Excuse me,

do you have the time?

Go away.

Persistence is often
met with vengeance.

Am I being followed?

Right now?

I don't see anyone.

I took a walk this afternoon.

There was a man following me.

Is there something I should know?

I could ask you the same question.

Is Will a problem?

If he is, he will be handled...

as problems are.

There are two things I
admire about you, Kale.

The first is: no matter
what office I put you in,

no matter how cushy
your desk chair,

how expensive your clothes...

...you remain the
man I met in Syria.

The man with blood on his hands.

The second thing I
admire about you

is y-y-you don't
ask questions, no.

I have to finish my cereal.

It gets soggy.

Will?

There's something happening
in your apartment.

Who is that guy?

No.

Um, you do realize

there's a clock on this thing.

I mean, eventually,
planning a terrorist attack leads

to an actual attack.

I'm working on it.

Okay.

Sorry.

No, it's... fine.

Just... been a long day.

You want to talk about it?

No.

Okay.

My wife...

lost her job.

Oh, I'm...

I'm sorry.

So now we have to have

the exhausting biannual discussion

about what it is I do

and why it's so important

that I make analyst money
instead of banker money.

She's not obsessed with money.

She's just... you know.

You've got kids.

Yeah.

So...

...pressure, I guess.

Yeah.

Sometimes I find that, um,

listening is the way to go.

I, uh... you know, reasoning,

problem-solving...

these are tactics that
are inexplicably wrong.

I-I do not know why.

But, um,

she loves you... your wife.

That's something.

Kateb.

Let's get to work, Grant.

Oh, and, uh, let's not forget

who Will put in charge, so...

Hello.

Where?

I'd offer you something,

but I usually just order takeout.

Don't worry about it.

My daughter-in-law
got me a cookbook...

Excellent Meals for One.

I almost threw it at her.

I'm sorry to bother you so late.

Thank you so much for
agreeing to see me.

Oh, it's nice to get
to talk about Gerald.

I found this photograph
in Tom's things.

And... I think this
is your husband.

Huh.

They knew each other?

It would seem so.

He never talked
about his childhood.

Which one is your husband?

Uh...

Look at them.

How happy they all are.

You know any of the others?

Well, this one is, um,
Truxton Spangler.

Truxton Spangler.

I know that name.

It's a friend of Gerald's.

I met him after Gerald died.

He knocked on my door.

He just wanted to see
that I was doing okay.

Uh, they spent summers
together on Fishers Island.

He was so upset about
Gerald's death.

Suicide... I guess everybody
feels in some way responsible.

Such a nice man.

What did he do?

He's the director of
the American Policy

Academ... no, um,
Institute, I think.

Which is what?

I don't know.

He didn't say.

Truxton Spangler...

...was a friend of my husband's.

Will?

Spangler knows you're
working with me.

Oh, I'm done working with you.

Your friend Bloom broke
into my apartment.

I watched him drill bugs
into my light sockets.

Keep your voice down.

You've been playing both sides.

It's not my fault
you're alone now.

Here.

I don't want it.

If Spangler knows
you've turned on him,

I don't want to be seen
within ten feet of you.

It's an obituary.

Man's name is Thomas K. Rhumor.

He was on the board
of Atlas MacDowell.

Look at the date.

I don't want your help.

Look at the date, Will.

He killed himself the same day

that crossword puzzle appeared.

How long have you had this?

Stay away from me.

You need me.

This is over.

Come in.

Are you looking for Will?

No, I... I'm looking for you.

I heard your wife was
here this morning.

I'm sorry about that.

She was upset.

It won't happen again.

It's difficult doing this kind
of work and having a family.

It's not exactly glamorous,
what we do.

You're a hard worker.

I admire that.

Thank you, sir.

Will is lucky to
have you on his team.

It's been a difficult
time for him.

But...

we take care of our own, hmm?

I'm glad to know
that you're in place,

if he should need a rest or...

Can I count on you, Grant?

Of course.

Good.

Good.

Go home.

I'm sure your wife
would like to see you.

You... You still here?

Still here6

More dangerously
vulnerable sewer systems?

Just trying to get caught up.

I was thinking, um...

do you want to, uh,
get a cup of coffee or, um...

I... I've got coffee.

Oh, yeah, right.

I don't, uh...
I don't drink coffee...

Oh.

Uh... I just, uh...

I just thought I'd ask, um...

you know, to-to... to welcome you.

I could get

a drink, if you wanted to.

Here?

I was thinking at a bar,

but if you've got a
flask in your office...

No, no, a bar.

That's... That's good.

Let's... yeah, let's do that.

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, I, um... I told you
that I was married before.

I'm... I'm not, uh, anymore.

Okay.

How'd you sleep?

Like a rock.

I like that you've got a gun.