- Angela Adams: What am I to you?
- Harold Harper: [distant] Excuse me?
- Angela Adams: [enunciates] *What... am I... to you*?
- Harold Harper: [forcefully rises from his seat and sits across, facing Adams] We're just gonna do this right now, huh? Well, I guess it depends. Up until today, I would've said you were someone I considered to be a part of my family.
- Angela Adams: What changed?
- Harold Harper: You want me to say it out loud or would you like to do it? Hello, Emily.
- [exhales, shaking his head]
- Harold Harper: How in God's name did this happen?
- Zoe: I'm feeling that there's a difficult conversation that we should have.
- Dan Chase: Oh, fuck, what's that?
- Zoe: I am forging the name of this woman who toyed with empires and... I'm not the Marcia Dixon you planned for. I am not built for this kind of thing.
- Dan Chase: Yeah, says the woman who just separated me from half my money.
- Zoe: [wryly] Well, that was different.
- Dan Chase: You don't get what you can do, do you? Well, in my world, you spend a lot of time learning to find the cracks in things, you know, fractures. Fragile points in things where pushing a little can change a lot. It's a sense that you work hard to develop, an intuition for weakness. Most people, you know, they don't see the world that way. No, we prefer to, well, see things whole. Taught to keep things whole. Life's easier when things are whole. I look at you, I see a person who doesn't need to look for cracks in anything. You... You just see 'em. I think no one's ever offered you any idea how to use it or what it's for, and I think that you can only ignore an ability like that for so long before it finds a way to remind you it's there.
- Zoe: How can you say something like that? How can you... You barely know me.
- Dan Chase: Well... um, I barely know you, but I know the game. I know when someone's seeing the angles. So, unless you're a highly-trained operative pretending to be a suburban divorcée, I have to assume that this is a natural ability you've got.
- Zoe: I am not a highly-trained operative pretending to be anything.
- Dan Chase: Oh. Yeah. I didn't think so.
- Zoe: So, I'm here. You want me to be here because this is... curious to you... someone who has this ability?
- Dan Chase: Yeah.
- Zoe: Or I... I'm here, you want me to be here because this is the only way to keep me safe from whoever's trying to kill you.
- Dan Chase: Yeah.
- Zoe: Or maybe I'm here because I am someone who can see the cracks in things, and there's something you're worried is broken, and you just can't figure out where.
- Dan Chase: Why, is there something that looks broken to you?
- Zoe: I don't know yet. You want me to guess?
- Dan Chase: No.
- Abbey Chase: There are places in our souls so remote, no light can reach them. And the truths that inhabit them grow accustomed to the darkness. They cannot fathom ever escaping it, and they do not want to be disturbed.
- Angela Adams: [pained] What you are asking of me, it isn't possible.
- Harold Harper: Why not?
- Angela Adams: He's my father. He raised me, he gave me life. You're my father, you raised me, you gave me purpose. You are each a part of... of who I am. I... I... I don't divide that way.
- Harold Harper: Sure you do. Everyone does. We all do that.
- Angela Adams: Well, I don't know how to do that.
- Harold Harper: Okay then. Let me make it simple for you. Take me to him. Do that. Lead me to him. End this, and you will have made a choice about who you want to be.
- Angela Adams: [calmly emphatic] Fuck you.
- [man screaming in distance]
- Abbey Chase: [only Dan can hear her voice] There are places in our hearts so inhospitable, no sounds can penetrate them. Hard and secret places in which unspeakable things are stored. Therein lies the unspeakable thing out of which our life together was born. Every time you think of me, I feel the old ties pulling. Every time you look at her, you feel new ones growing.
- Young Dan Chase: She isn't you.
- Abbey Chase: No. She still has a choice.
- [Zoe remains seated at the dining table, Chase standing at the head of the table turns and exits the room only to return a few moments later placing a slip of paper at the other end of the table]
- Dan Chase: That's the Marcia login info. Check the balance. I trust you're able to divide by two.
- [turns to exit]
- Zoe: I don't understand.
- Dan Chase: [Chase stops and turns back] What don't you understand?
- Zoe: You just said no. Now you're saying yes. I don't understand.
- Dan Chase: Money isn't a measure of anything to me, except the ability to protect my family. My daughter... she's in danger right now.
- [Zoe walks toward Chase]
- Dan Chase: I just found out before I got here. All I can think about are all the ways that things could go wrong, ways she can get hurt. I had to do something about it. I don't have time for this. And once I leave, I'm not coming back.
- [exhales, groans]
- Dan Chase: I'm on a plane to Morocco tomorrow, early morning.
- Zoe: Morocco?
- Dan Chase: Yeah.
- Zoe: [continues toward Chase] What... I don't... W... W... What is happening?
- Dan Chase: Zoe, it's-it's a very long story.
- [sigh]
- Dan Chase: Come with me, I'll tell you everything.
- [protracted pause]
- Dan Chase: Come with me, please.
- Angela Adams: Maybe I was wrong. That I mattered to you in any way. That I've ever mattered to you in any way. Because if I did, you would understand how confusing this is for me. And just how hard I am trying to do the right thing. Make a choice? I mean, you're asking me to amputate parts of myself that are connected in ways that I don't even understand. And why? So that you can trust me? There are so many different ways we could've gone about having this conversation, and you have succeeded in choosing the absolute shittiest.
- Harold Harper: This isn't about my state of mind. You're a criminal.
- Angela Adams: Well, I guess I'm in good company, then. Or did you not send an assassin to kill my father before our SWAT team arrived?
- [Harper looks away and sighs]
- Angela Adams: And you know what? I found a way to be okay with that. You helped my father escape Faraz Hamzad, and you didn't want anyone knowing about it. It's all in the game. If the shoe was on the other blah, blah, blah.
- Angela Adams: My father asked me what I wanted to do with my life. It was 2002, and I told him I wanted to protect my country.
- [Harper shifts uncomfortably in his seat]
- Angela Adams: He said he knew someone who could help. Some guy who was a mentor to him back at the Agency who could pull some strings, he said. Once I was in, I... never asked again. That's just not how we work. It was done. I just put my head down, and I did the work.
- Harold Harper: You did the work. Is that supposed to make a difference, Angela... Jesus, I don't even know what to call you.
- Angela Adams: You think I'm someone different now than I was five minutes ago?
- Harold Harper: [restrained anger] I think you've been someone different as long as I have known you. I think you've been lying to me for as long as I've known you.
- Angela Adams: I have been nothing since I've known you but loyal to you. And devoted to you. *And fucking determined to make you proud of me*. I am still the same person. I'm maybe more that person now than anyone else I've ever been. I'm sorry I lost my hat.
- Harold Harper: I must have taught you more than I thought. When faced with the reality that you are guilty of more crimes than I can count, that you represent maybe the most serious security breach the FBI has seen in recent memory, you throw the first punch and make me out to be the villain? My honest-to-God question to you is: Do you really think this was gonna work? I suppose that, for as long we're in the air, you can claim to be two different people, and pretend that it's tenable, but as soon as this plane lands, you're going to have to make a choice about which one of you emerges. And then I'm going to have to decide what to do about it.
- [Adams averts her eyes in shame]
- Angela Adams: [2 passengers on a private jet] A woman and her son are walking down the beach when a huge wave crashes onto them, and when it clears, the woman looks down, and her son is gone. She falls to her knees, and... and she looks up to the sky, and she says, "Please, I'm... I'm begging you, "I... I... I can't live without him, he's everything to me. "Whoever is up there, whoever can hear me, please send my son back to me alive." Just then, she looks up at the horizon, and an albatross appears in the sky. It follows a ray of sunshine from the clouds onto the water, and it dives under the surface, and when it emerges, the boy is riding on its back. So, it flies to the beach, and it gently deposits the boy at its mother's feet. And the woman looks at the boy. And then she looks to the sky, and she says, "He had a hat."
- Harold Harper: [sighs, irked] Seems a little soon for dead kid jokes. Was that supposed to funny?
- Angela Adams: Not "ha-ha" funny.
- Harold Harper: Well, what was it supposed to be?
- Angela Adams: [irked] Well, we haven't spoken since the door closed. We have no idea where we're going. We have no idea when we'll get there, or what we'll find when we do, so I guess maybe I just thought I'd start preparing us for what happens when the door opens.
- Harold Harper: [bitingly] Well, I guess if Shecky Greene is there on the tarmac when we land, now we'll have an opener.
- [Bote sitting in a booth of a hole-in-the-wall chinese restaurant, facing the door, is finishing a call, Carson enters and sits across from Bote]
- Morgan Bote: Where were you hit?
- Julian Carson: I'm fine.
- Morgan Bote: [smiling] Where did the bullet hit you?
- [Carson points to a spot on his chest above and to his left of his heart]
- Morgan Bote: You know that I'm a liar when it suits me to be. An apology from a liar is no apology at all.
- [leans forward]
- Morgan Bote: But I hope you will believe me when I tell you this. I'm very sorry that I put you in that position.
- Julian Carson: I believe you believe that. But I'm not really here for an apology. I just need to know what happened. I want to know if you're apologizing because you didn't want to tell me Harold Harper had a mole in his office, or if you couldn't tell me Harold Harper had a mole in his office because you didn't know.
- Morgan Bote: [chuckles] Didn't know? I put her there.
- [Carson uncomfortably chuckles and begins to leave]
- Morgan Bote: Hold on. Where are you going?
- Julian Carson: Mike was worried that you were losing your marbles. This is just you up to some shit that I don't want to know. You're fine.
- Morgan Bote: If I were fine, would I be sitting here with you right now?
- Julian Carson: What do you mean?
- Morgan Bote: I put the mole in Harold Harper's office because Dan Chase asked me to. I did the one thing you must never do in this business. I... I tried to be a good father.
- Julian Carson: I'm sorry, Dan Chase is your son?
- Morgan Bote: More or less.
- [chuckles]
- Morgan Bote: More... than less. He and Harold both.
- [pause]
- Morgan Bote: I broke the rules.
- [shakes head]
- Morgan Bote: And I never wanted anyone to know about it.
- Julian Carson: I don't think anyone should've known about it. But I should've known about it.
- Morgan Bote: Well, now you know. And now I'm gonna ask you to help me clean it up, so that no one else ever will. Gonna ask you to do the one thing a good father must never, ever do. I'm gonna ask you to hurt my sons.
- [voice cracks]
- Angela Adams: But you know what's actually making it very difficult for me to look you in the eye right now? You knew that there was something I had never told you about myself.
- [eyes well up]
- Angela Adams: And you waited till we were all under a spotlight with that lawyer. And you said... my mother's name. Her birth name. Just to see if I'd react.
- [angrily]
- Angela Adams: To see if you were right. Do you know that that was the first time I had heard her name since she had told it to me when I was a kid? Can you imagine what that would feel like if I... if I sharpened Chip's name and used it to cut you open just to see what came out?
- Harold Harper: How would you like me to address you?
- Angela Adams: Jesus. What difference does it make what my name is?
- Harold Harper: It makes all the difference. It's how you choose. It what... It's what keeps all of us from having to juggle all the different people that we feel like we might want to be. The name's the thing. You only get one. It plants a flag in the ground that-that says, "This is who I am. Here is where I stand." You protect it with your life.
- [pause]
- Harold Harper: When I'm gone, my name is all that my family will have left of me. And the greatest threat to it is the mole that I have apparently been harboring for a decade. You made that decision for all of us. And at this moment, I'm not inclined to make you feel better about it.
- Young Dan Chase: That mine makes Faraz Hamzad the next president of Afghanistan. Why wouldn't you tell him?
- Young Abbey Chase: It would make him king. Which is why I cannot tell him. He must prevail. He must be the one to lead us once this war ends, but as the Faraz Hamzad I believe in, the one you believe in. Not like this. Too much power, too quickly. This kind of power turn men against each other. It turns them dark.
- Young Dan Chase: He isn't that kind of a man.
- Young Abbey Chase: Eventually, all men break.
- Zoe: Where are we?
- Dan Chase: Just, uh... wait here.
- [exits vehicle]
- Dan Chase: [opens rear passenger door] Come on, guys. Come on.
- [closes car door, escorts Dave and Carol to an attendant, leashes the dogs and hands the leashes to the attendant, turns to exit]
- Dan Chase: [dogs barking in protest] Bleib! Bleib.
- [returns to the car, enters, hands kennel paperwork to Zoe]
- Zoe: You know, in my experience, it's polite to ask someone before leaving them two giant dogs.
- Dan Chase: They don't know anybody else.
- [exhales forcefully]
- Zoe: Wherever we're going, you don't plan on coming back at all, do you?
- Dan Chase: What I'm good for... what I'm built for, is defending things that need d... defending. All the best things I've done in my life have been in service of that. Once I'm done with Hamzad, both you and Emily'll be all right. You know? And what happens to me, um, happens to me, that's... that's not important. Both of you will be all right.
- [Harper and Adams enter a records room]
- Angela Adams: Maintenance records. Passenger manifests. What the hell is going on?
- Harold Harper: It's a test. They want to see if I can find the needle in the haystack. You want to find something in here, you have to be here to find it. Find what? What are you looking for? A flight from Karachi. April of 1987. The flight that your parents took.
- Angela Adams: You know that flight?
- Harold Harper: I arranged it. When you exfil an asset from a hot zone, you fly them out on an agency bird. When things go so wrong that you don't want anyone at the Agency to know about it... that's when you have to get creative. And this was a part of it.
- Angela Adams: What went badly? He didn't tell you?
- [Harper sighs]
- Angela Adams: You can be a spy or you can be a parent. It's exceedingly difficult to be both at once. Your father has always believed that he could be whatever he decides in whatever moment he decides it. That's how all of this happened. I'm sorry this is the hand you were dealt. You didn't deserve it.
- [dials cellphone]
- Nina Kruger: Mr. Harper.
- Harold Harper: Azur Maroc Air. Flight 31. That's what you wanted me to find, isn't it?
- Nina Kruger: Yes.
- Harold Harper: So why am I here? What else do you want to know?
- Nina Kruger: On the manifest. What were their seat numbers?
- Harold Harper: [scoffs] You mean, do I remember what their aliases were 30 years ago? fuck.
- [sighs]
- Harold Harper: 7A and 7B.
- Nina Kruger: Is that all?
- Harold Harper: What else is there? Haven't I proven that I know what I'm talking about? Isn't that what this is all about?
- Nina Kruger: The memorandum detailing your guilt will be distributed before end of day.
- Harold Harper: What?
- Nina Kruger: I'm sorry.
- [call disconnects]
- Harold Harper: Hello... Hello? Oh, fuck.
- [throws cellphone in frustration, phone shatters]
- Harold Harper: Jesus.
- Angela Adams: You were framed. Targeted by a bad actor from your past who had an axe to grind. The U. S. government, who you dedicated your life's service, turned its back on you, so you fought alone to unveil the truth. And when you did, that government welcomed you home with open arms.
- Harold Harper: What the fuck are you talking about?
- Angela Adams: That is the story that we will tell. After Faraz Hamzad is dead. My father's working on it right now. I suggest we go find him. And lend a hand.