Gray

- See you tomorrow. - Thanks, Jenny.

- Hey! - Hey!

Don't make a pest of yourself.

No! I'm glad you're here.

- Hey! Hi, Miss Lester. - Hey!

I need your help with something.

Okay.

Just three.

One...

It's okay, Mittens.

Two... Three.

Thank you.

How did she hurt her eye?

Well, the vet said

it was probably a thorn and, um,

she must have wanted something so badly,

and she jumped into the rose bush.

Something like... like a bird?

Exactly.

- We lost another agent today. The fourth.

This time in Lebanon.

A dead drop between Cerberus and Korean intelligence.

We have no security footage, no suspects. No leads.

We have a mole in Cerberus.

If we don't catch 'em we'll have bigger problems

than a couple of agents executed.

- Mm. Four dead agents in less than a month.

If we don't take care of it,

Chase could limit our powers,

strip our autonomy or disband Cerberus completely.

Why don't we just subcontract someone from CIA?

Mm-mm. We let CIA in the door,

we will never get rid of 'em. - Private contractor then?

Check with Defense.

What if we bring back Gray?

You're very funny. We need a real solution.

Christ.

- She was good. - All she was good at

was murdering people. Cerberus exists

because she killed her boss.

She's good at disappearing.

Christ, we've been looking for her for, what? Twenty years?

Have you found her?

One of my analysts

has some interesting suggestions.

Beckham's daughter.

Sara.

Sara Beckham.

We're bringing her in.

I need you to be ready for what comes next.

I know what I'm getting into when it comes

to Cornelia Gray, sir.

- Step up and put your bag down on the counter.

Turn around for me.

Come in.

Sorry.

- And that's when you decided to go to Montana.

- I didn't decide. I boarded a bus headed east.

- Mm-hmm. Alamogordo bus station.

- Lubbock, Texas. And then I boarded a connecting bus

to Amarillo and then rented a car.

It's all you, Sara.

She wouldn't be here without you.

A very fine piece of analysis, if I may say so.

The other two heads are quite aware of your contribution.

Even Chase Cornet, very impressed.

Although, I don't know if you want to be on his radar.

- Well, that sounds like I'll be blamed

if something goes wrong, sir. - Absolutely.

- I can't believe that's really her.

- Oh, yes. Cornelia Gray in the flesh.

- Should we turn the sound up? - Oh, don't bother.

It's just the minutiae of being on the run for 20 years.

Every half hour or so,

they'll try to trip her up on something she already said.

I prefer to watch the vocal stress analyzer.

Hm. But, of course, it's next to pointless

with someone like Cornelia Gray.

- I feel like I've lived with her for the last six months

while trying to track her down.

Studied every report of every operation

she was ever involved in at the agency.

- Not everything she was involved in is in the report.

- Maybe I just built her up in my head.

- Are you still confident she didn't kill your father?

Hundred percent.

Your stepmother is convinced.

- Well, she was blinded by emotion.

- And you're not? - No.

Evidence proves she was in the hospital

with her son that night.

It would have been impossible for her to have slipped away,

gotten across town and shot my father in time.

I've studied every detail of that night.

She didn't kill my father.

Hm.

What do you see when you look at her?

- I see a woman who's alone and afraid.

Someone who's worn down from looking over her shoulder

for the last 20 years.

Whatever she once was, sir, she's a shadow of that now.

What do you see?

Hm. I see patience.

Cornelia.

Chase.

- Could hardly believe it when they told me.

I thought I'd, uh, poke my head in

before they move you to holding.

Did I hear correctly? A tea shop?

Taking nickels from rustics

for tepid cups of water and serving sad, old women

yesterday's scones.

- You really capture the romance.

- Oh, I see. Cornelia Gray, the romantic.

What an awful life.

It's called work, Chase.

Something you've never had to do.

Though it looks like you still managed to come out

on top, as usual.

- You implying that glad-handing and family connections

suddenly aren't work?

Please, Cornelia, don't be a snob.

I only meant you must have been so bored.

No one around to keep you on your toes.

- What about you? - What about me?

I'm an open book.

Married?

- Once was enough. Eleven years' worth.

- Least you tried to make it work.

- Are you kidding? I tried to make it end.

Eleven years. She lived with me for two,

slept with me for one.

Hm.

- Well. I'm glad to see you after all these years.

Wish there was more I could do for you.

Knock 'em dead.

Cornelia.

Tagg?

Where are you? Come on in.

Hm, such manners.

Still the southern belle.

We'll have to talk this way for today, I'm afraid.

You sound old.

That was rude.

I-I still picture you as a freshman.

- If I'm bleeding in the picture,

that would make it the day you threw me down

the steps of the dorm.

One time.

I'm here hat in hand.

I need your help.

We have a mole.

Why would I help you, Tagg?

- I thought you might like your old life back.

Well... "a" life.

How long would I have?

That's up to my associates.

Who? Chase?

No. He doesn't have a say.

Wendell Abbott and Christina Gold.

I-I don't think so.

- You've been underground for so long.

I'm sure you'd like to contact your family.

- If my disappearance made anyone happy, it was my husband.

Have you been in contact with John?

Given him the bad news?

I have a child now.

I had never realized...

the bond.

I don't think that goes away.

And I think you're of an age where you might want

to rebuild what you lost.

Or, if we tell the truth, build what you never quite had.

Are they okay?

- Yes. Your son Ben, actually...

He's been fighting to clear your name.

- When I think of the time I missed, I...

I-I think of the time I had instead.

Every precious minute.

And I'm thankful, Tagg.

Maybe I didn't deserve any time at all.

So, really, I've...

I've come out ahead, haven't I?

Hm.

Her name's Rose.

She's your granddaughter.

- So, Tessa called again. Something about florals?

Your stepmom knows this isn't her wedding, right?

And I got a text from my dad;

said if you change your mind, the offer's still good.

- He's sweet, but it's not that far.

I'm fine walking myself down the aisle.

Besides, my dad taught me to be independent in every

facet of my life. I think it's what he would have wanted.

- Ah, I wish he was here for you.

Mm-hmm. Yeah. Me, too.

Dial stepmom.

Finally!

I was just screaming at people

because they say you can't have flowers