You said they took him.
They didn't kill him?
I don't know.
MAE: Sammy's got a lot of anger.
Against Reuel Abbott?
He thinks he was involved in his father's death.
SAMMY: I don't want it to be something that can
just wash away or grow back.
I want it to be permanent.
VOLUNTEER: Are you here to volunteer?
I haven't seen you around before.
My first time.
If I give you my number, will you call me?
Absolutely.
Why were you watching Piper?
JOE: There was a file on Gordon in Bob Partridge's home office.
GABRIELLE: He has an alarm system.
We will give you something to spray on the keypad at brunch.
JOE: I'm not doing anything.
I've told you everything that I know.
TRACY: You know why I think you'll do it.
You have a hard time walking away from a fight.
At some point a man's job burns.
It's all just a chess match.
Fuck the agency.
GABRIELLE: So what did you learn?
He's erratic. He's emotional.
He's bad with money.
He's the perfect candidate for recruitment by a foreign power.
Thank you.
The door is open if you ever wanna feel useful.
[music playing]
MAE: How was the drink?
Isn't that what sailors call the ocean, the drink?
I've had a bourbon.
Gordon always did like his booze.
Hey, I just saw Sammy riding his bike.
Where's he up to so late?
I don't know.
He's 17.
Why are you spending so much time with Gordon?
I like him.
He's a nice guy.
I know you're too well to believe that.
What other reason would I have for wanting
spend time with him?
Back to my original question.
You're being paranoid.
I've been feeling paranoid, sitting here
replaying things in my mind.
JOE: What things?
Like, this morning you said you
were coming to church with us.
And then afterwards when you got us invited
for brunch at Eva and Gordon's.
He invited us.
MAE: The car accident that you got into on your way home
from the airport, you missing Bob's funeral
because you hit your head.
Any of those things on their own wouldn't mean much,
but when you put them together--
remember how bad you used to feel when
you worked for the CIA, and you couldn't
tell anybody what you did?
I'm not in the CIA.
Remember how much you used to hate lying?
I still hate lying.
Then I guess I'm just being paranoid.
Good night.
Mae?
After Bob died, I was asked to step in to help an asset
of his that was in trouble.
It was temporary.
That's why I came home.
I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the truth.
And what about Gordon, are you working with him?
No, no.
MAE: So you're not back with the agency?
Like I said, it was temporary.
For someone that hates lying, you're really good at it Joe.
Maybe you're so good at it you can lie to yourself.
Good night.
[music playing]
[phone ringing]
REUEL: Hello?
Who is this?
Well, it's Reuel Abbott from earlier today.
Ah, the CIA man.
I was hoping you'd call.
I wasn't expecting it to be so soon.
Well, I was actually planning on waiting.
Oh, waiting is a young person's game.
So how are things over at the CIA?
I think I should probably tell you that I
really do work for the CIA.
You're the deputy director.
You're also the most famous person
named Reuel on the internet.
I googled you on my break.
I hope you haven't read too much
of what the internet has to say about me
because it's not great.
Well, let's face it.
The internet has gotten out of control.
I mean, I can't look away.
But if I took any of it too seriously,
I'd never leave my house.
Well, all of humankind's best tools are really like that,
double edged sword.
Fire cooks our food and heats our homes and at the same time
engulfs entire cities in flames.
Is everybody at the CIA as philosophical as you?
REUEL [ON PHONE]: James Angleton was a poet.
He was close friends with Ezra Pound.
But Pound was a fascist.
Nobody's perfect.
[groaning]
GORDON: What the fuck do you tell yourself
that you do for a living?
The most that any one person can do morality wise
is to have his own tribe of people
that he'd be willing to die for.
[banging]
POLICE: Police.
Get your hands up right now!
On the ground, get on the fucking ground.
Drop the gun.
Drop the weapon.
Don't you fucking move.
Where's the woman? Answer the question?
My wife?
POLICE: We know she's in the house.
My wife is dead.
Where's the bodies?
Where is she?
Buried in Rock Creek cemetery.
She's been dead for two years.
What the hell are you doing in my house?
[drill revving]
Excuse me.
Mr. Abbott, are you OK?
Yes, I'm fine.
Tell me what you heard.
You were swatted.
Like a fly?
CARLA: It's a harassment tactic.
Someone called 9-1-1 and said they were hiding in your closet
while you were holding your wife at gunpoint.
Can you hold it back down there please for a minute?
We're talking.
Thank you.
And they didn't even think to look
into my marital status or my wife's earthly status
before kicking down my door?
Swatting is a new phenomenon.
They're still figuring out how to deal with it.
Clearly.
CARLA: The CIMC thinks that it could've been
the Russians or North Koreans.
But you don't think so.
No, this feels personal.
You would even say childish.
MAE: Sammy!
Sammy.
All right.
Just hold here.
GORDON: OK, I got it.
Thank you.
JOE: Hey, I'm seeing a lot of you lately.
Good morning, pal.
Good morning.
Just getting patched up here.
Sammy, you're gonna be late.
How are you feeling?
Yeah, we did a little drinking last night?
I heard.
I'm sure Eva loved you coming home plastered.
Well, we made up.
Don't be gross.
There's a child sitting here.
What?
No, you misunderstand.
What I was saying was, we had the sex.
Sammy!
All right.
Gord, good to go.
Good as new.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Well, see you later.
What are you doing today?
I don't know, nursing this hangover you gave me.
Whoa, don't blame me.
Each man's hangover is his own responsibility.
True enough.
GORDON: See you later.
Bye.
Hey.
I'm sorry about last night.
Yeah, me too.
MAE: Good morning.
Good morning.
You only have time for a bowl of cereal.
I'm not hungry.
Are you feeling all right?
Oh, whoa, why do you smell like alcohol?
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, have you been drinking?
Who were you drinking with?
Nobody.
You got drunk by yourself?
What, is this something that happens a lot?
Why?
I don't know.
Go to your room and hydrate.
Hey.
MAN [ON PHONE]: Hey, Lily, how you doing?
As well as can be expected.
MAN [ON PHONE]: Can we grab dinner or something?
I'd love that.
Hey.
How's your hand, idiot?
I'm sorry, not you.
You said in your message there was a problem?
Are you sure?
I'm gonna have to call you back.
Thank you.
What did I do?
I signed up for Meal Train for Lilly.
I was having food delivered today.
And the restaurant just called to tell
me that our Visa got declined.
How is that even possible?
I just paid it.
Yeah, I meant to tell you about that.
I got stuck with the bill at dinner last Monday.
Is it a stupid question to ask why?
Well, we can't split the bill nine ways.
So we played credit card roulette.
I had a bad run of luck.
EVA: Run?
Last two.
Oh, my.
Maybe you just can't afford to go to this dinner anymore.
GORDON: No, it's business.
It'll all even out over 162 games.
What the fuck does that even mean?
It means use the MasterCard.
It's still good.
EVA: Hi, this is Eva Piper again.
Yeah, I'm so sorry.
Our visa got stolen.
Do you still have my other card on file?
Thanks.
Hey.
I'm sorry.
OK.
So the caravan is coming in look at the house on Tuesday.
Are you carrying a bunch of camels?
Real estate agents.
And I'm gonna to need a few hours in the morning to--
Real estate agents, why?
Gordon, we are about to run out of money.
We're not selling this house.
EVA: We have been through this.
If we don't sell the house--
I'll get the money.
EVA: How?
GORDON: I'll figure it out.
EVA: Oh, my.
Honey, your optimism--
Hey.
Pull up a chair.
Breakfast with the Pipers.
I didn't realize you were such a voyeur.
Well, since my divorce, I haven't had a life.
So this is my entertainment.
You didn't have a life when you were married either.
Wow, that is low.
Lucky for you, I'm not afraid of a little self-knowledge,
not like your friend over here because he is a fucking mess.
Cruller?
I would have thought a cop would
be more sensitive about eating donuts in front of people.
Fuck you.
I am the head of counter espionage.
You are an FBI agent stationed inside the CIA.
To us you're just a cop.
I am sensing some hostility from you this morning.
What did I miss then?
They fight. They fuck.
They fight.
They fuck.
TRACY: Some couples just run hot.
GABRIELLE: Maybe you're too close to them.
Maybe you should recuse yourself.
I just wanna get to the truth.
Yeah, and you want the truth to be
that your friend is innocent.
Because I believe that is the truth.
Based on what?
Based on years of friendship.
You say that as if it's an advantage when
it is so clearly a weakness.
I mean, we got Gordon from two separate sources.
TRACY: One who's dead and the other
is inside Russian intelligence known only to you.
Is that what this is about?
That I haven't shared my source with you.
I can't rate the Intel if I can't judge the source.
I mean, how do you expect me to trust them?
I expect you to trust me.
And I trust the source.
Do you ever think that maybe the Russians
are setting Gordon up?
Gordon fits the mold of a double agent,
career has stalled out, money problems, marital problems,
and probably a bunch of other fucking problems that science
hasn't even discovered yet.
Which is exactly why they would set him up.
Or maybe it's why he was approached in the first place.
I mean, you were the one that was approached.
Me?
TRACY: You've got Gordon served to you on a silver platter
by a single source inside the SVR,
whose identity is known only to you.
And you can't tell me that you are not
predisposed to suspect a man who appears
to be living a double life.
Fuck you.
We've all got weakness as only as we understand
it as well as our enemy does.
GABRIELLE: Bring up the laundry room.
OPERATOR: Stand by.
Oh, are we getting this.
We don't have that phone, must be a burner.
Hey, it's me listen.
I'm gonna need an advance in our arrangement.
I'll make it up to you.
I wouldn't be asking if I didn't.
Great.
Hey, how you feeling?
Yeah, I'm not feeling so great this morning either.
I know you told my mom that you
were gonna look after me today.
But I'm 17.
And I don't need a babysitter.
[blender running]
By the time I was 17, I'd already been
away from home for three years.
What?
JOE: Boarding school.
Hey, you ever try your dad's hangover cure?
It tastes like shit.
But it works.
Come on. Try it.
It'll make you feel better.
You forgot the mustard.
That's it.
Sorry.
It's just mustard.
I guess, when you do that kind of shit that my dad did,
you need a pretty reliable hangover cure.
Hey, Sammy, there's something I wanna show you.
Maybe some other time.
Thanks.
I wanna tell you about the day your dad died.
[speaking russian over intercom]
Your dad was the best friend that I ever had.
And he proved it to me right there.
SAM: Get in.
If he had been one second later,
we wouldn't be having this conversation.
[groaning and gunshot]
He traded his life for mine, Sammy.
That's a debt that I can't repay.
All I can do is look after his family, which
is what he would've wanted.
Maybe.
Maybe you didn't know him at all.
I knew him.
Even after knowing what he tried to do?
Yeah.
And I judge him for it too, Sammy.
But after the things that I did--
What kind of things?
[screaming]
After your dad was killed, I went to the home
of this woman, Kathy Hale.
To protect myself I had to forcibly restrain her.
She was killed
[gunshots and car speeding off]
Hey.
--because of me.
All we can do is wrestle with our demons.
I hope that we win more often than we lose.
I sent a SWAT team to Reuel Abbott's house.
What?
Last night.
Sammy, they're gonna trace it back to you.
No, I was careful.
I bought a burner with cash at a place
where they don't ask for ID.
And I got rid of the phone.
I've been thinking I should turn myself in.
No.
If I don't take responsibility,
then how am I any different from him?
Oh, Sammy, you're nothing like Reuel Abbott.
I mean my dad.
[chatter and ambulance sirens]
Don't let one mistake ruin your life
instead learn from it.
And don't be so stupid again.
I would have loved to see the look
on the son of a bitch's face when the SWAT
team came through the door.
Are you gonna stay?
Maybe, I haven't really been honest with anybody
about why I came back here.
Why did you come back?
I'm still figuring that out.
[music playing]
GORDON: Hey.
Where you been all day?
I've been dealing with some things outside.
Let's get dinner.
I can't. I got a business dinner.
Fuck it.
Move it.
Let's get shitfaced.
I can't, sorry, pal.
Must be a big meeting.
Yeah, I think it could be.
OK then.
Good luck.
GORDON: Thanks, pal.
LIOR: Sorry, I'm late.
Don't worry about it.
I need you to sign for it.
She's my type.
Go away.
Down here.
Do you want a drink?
LIOR: I'm, OK.
Fuck, man, you really change through for me.
LIOR: Well, if you don't mind--
Tell me you think that's his booky.
I'm sorry, Trace.
Well, in that case--
I have to make some calls.
Hey, do you have a second?
GORDON: To you, my friend.
So we'd be at lunch and Bob would
see one of his counterparts working at the Russian embassy
under diplomatic cover.
And he'd have the guy paged.
Would Boris Ustinov from the KGB please come to the front desk?
I don't know.
It just seemed more a game back then.
I mean, don't get me wrong people died.
People died.
But they weren't our people.
They were nameless and faceless and very far away.
Hey, Lily, there was something.
You said something to me at the hospital.
You probably don't remember, but--
I asked you to kill the men that killed your uncle.
That is not something I would forget.
So you meant it.
I meant it.
I mean it.
[sighing]
[music playing]
[door opening and closing]
[sighs]
[footsteps]
[music playing]
[exhales deeply]
[music playing]
[knocking]
[gasps]
[music playing]