666 Park Avenue

Previously on 666 Park Avenue...

Oh, my God. It's him.

I need to figure out what he's doing in that apartment.

You want something done right?

You just have to do it yourself.

I would be lost without you.

- Our love is my light in the darkness. - Oh!

We have a special connection, Brian.

What if everything that's happened between us

is a lot simpler than we thought?

- What do you mean? - What if it's love?

Is it too late to take you up on that drink?

It's never too late for a drink.

- Hey. - Hey.

I was wondering if you were gonna show.

Oh, well, I...

I wanted talk to you, anyway.

I left you three messages.

Um, I started wondering what I did to offend you.

That's not why I didn't call you back.

Well, obviously.

Hard to miss that rock.

No. No.

I guess congrats are in order.

Thank you.

I'm honestly still... Still getting used to it.

Um, anyway, the reason I was calling...

So I reached out to a friend who works for the FBI.

Okay, he has access to...

To one of these computers that can crack codes.

Now if you wanted me to, I could send him the journal...

I actually, uh, I-I already figured it out.

Oh, you did?

When did that happen?

Uh, Harlan Moore gave me the code.

Harlan Moore?

Uh, he's now living at the Drake

under the name Patrick Corey,

and he looks about 35 years old.

I know it sounds crazy, but it's definitely him.

Okay, l-l-let's come back to that one.

Yeah.

Um, what about the journal?

Oh. Well, I haven't translated all of it yet,

but one word keeps coming up over and over again, though.

Um, Conspiratii.

Conspiratii?

Okay, never heard of it.

Uh, it's Romanian. It means "conspiracy."

Um, Peter Kramer was convinced the Conspiratii

were trying to kill him because of his dealings with the occult.

I googled it a couple times, found nothing, but...

What?

I'm...

I didn't come here to talk about this stuff.

Whatever this is between us, Cooper, it has to end.

You know, I'm engaged to Henry now.

I'm hiding enough from him as it is.

I...

You know, I-I can't keep meeting you like this behind his back.

I'm sorry.

Right.

I get it.

Well, I'm gonna...

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.

Thank you for believing me.

Yeah.

All right.

Uh, Jane?

I'm here if you need anything.

You know that, right?

I know.

It's not here.

Keep looking.

Oh, my God.

Hang up the phone, Ms. Van Veen.

Where's the journal?

W-what?

Peter Kramer's journal.

Where is it?

Here.

Just take it and leave. Okay?

Apologies for the mess.

Hurry!

Help! Help!

Jones! Aah! Help!

Help! Please!

Help! Hey!

1x12 The Elysian Fields

What the hell happened in here?

Oh. Just, uh, reorganizing stuff.

Sweetheart...

Do you remember how we said we were gonna

keep the engagement our little secret for a few days?

- You told Olivia. - It was an accident.

Henry, you managed to keep a secret for all of 11 hours.

Jane, she helped me pick out the ring, all right?

She knew it was coming at some point.

And I've been smiling all day.

And what is she cooking up now that she knows?

A little engagement party.

Henry, no. I'm not gonna become one of those bridezillas

who throws a million parties for herself. You're not a bridezilla.

No party. Okay?

- Yeah. - Thank you.

Hey, um...

Are... are you gonna tell your father?

He doesn't want to be in my life, Henry.

Of course he does.

Okay, well, why haven't I heard from him

since our dinner three years ago?

Mornin', doll.

You ready for round four?

Oh, no. Oh, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no.

What's eatin' ya?

Was last night not fantastic?

I'm married.

You said the old boy was stepping out on you.

It seems like your marriage is over.

Let go of me.

Have it your way, doll.

You'll be back.

Hey, Brian.

Whoa. Whoa. Not right now.

Louise didn't come home last night,

a-and I don't know where she is.

I haven't seen her.

She did text me, though.

You're fired

She knows.

Yep.

I gotta find her. I-I have to explain.

Explain what?

That you fell out of love? That you're with me now?

I'm not with you.

You were last night.

Last night I was mad at my wife, and it shouldn't have happened.

W-when are you gonna get it? Louise is no good for you.

She makes you miserable.

Look, I gotta know that she's okay. If you see her, call me.

I need to talk to you.

Do come on in, doll.

What can I do for you?

Two men broke into my apartment today and stole the journal.

I want it back.

What, you think I put them up to it?

- Yeah. - Come now, Jane.

Why would I give you the code to the journal

if I didn't want you to have it?

Because you knew you were gonna steal it already.

Well, feel free to look around.

It's not here.

Harlan, what's in that room?

Nothing you need to know about.

Just a...

Small garden of medicinal plants.

Right. Well, that is grounds for eviction, not to mention illegal.

Which is why I keep it locked, so nosy nellies don't get inside.

Well, thanks for your help.

Tell me, Jane,

from what you translated in the journal, anything interesting?

No, just that Peter Kramer was losing his mind.

No mention of the Conspiratii?

Who... who were they?

Hard to say.

They're very old. I know that.

Origins in 16th Vatican politics.

You know, they tried to destroy our order of the dragon in 1929.

Why did they want to do that?

Mm. Peace on earth, goodwill towards men.

You know, all that jazz.

Supposedly they have spies everywhere.

One of them could even be spying on you.

What...

You mean they still exist?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

But if I were wondering who stole the journal,

I'd ask myself the obvious question.

Well, other than me,

who else knew you had it?

I don't like people who trespass.

Who is he?

My old friends.

The Conspiratii.

I want you to find them.

Get rid of him.

I thought you said you didn't want to meet like this anymore.

Is that why two men broke into my apartment

and stole the journal?

What? Wait. Who stole it?

I don't know.

But it was right after I saw you yesterday.

You think I stole it?

It wasn't Nona, it wasn't Harlan Moore,

and you're the only other person who knows about it.

I didn't take the journal.

Just be honest with me, Cooper.

Who are you?