Talamasca: The Secret Order (2025) s01e02 Episode Script

1
Previously on
Talamasca.
We're interested
in the supernatural.
I don't believe in witches, vampires.
Nobody does.
Until they meet one.
Why me?
[Clicking]
You hear things
others cannot.
Guy: Anna Leamas.
She was my mother.
She's alive.
They're using you, kid.
[Hisses]
[Gasps]
Tell me exactly
what they've done for me.
Everything.
Helen: We have a specific need
in London at present.
You're gonna get
that poor boy killed.
♪
Radio: Please be advised
Criminalist: Come and have
a look at this.
What do you think?
Criminalist #2: Yeah,
we'll need to bag that.
Yeah, I'll take care of that.
Got a finger.
Least a nick of one.
Might be a fingerprint.
Hough: Jesus. She threw herself
into a bloody blender.
You don't see a lot of that.
Women do not sully their looks
when they top themselves.
It's like,
it's either wrist or pills now.
Why is what's left of her
all chewed up?
Stray dogs
more than likely.
Well, they certainly
had their fill.
Pocketbook.
Any ID?
[Suspenseful music plays]
Soledad Marcel.
Lives in Wandsworth.
Lived.
Gimme.
I found this as well.
♪
What's that?
Silly Putty.
Kids play with it.
♪
- Appreciate it.
- On it.
Woman: I got multiple numbers
not matching up.
Man: There's a new algorithm
I'd like to show you.
[Keyboard keys clacking]
guys in the vicinity
[Indistinct chatter]
[Computer chimes]
♪
Mr. Owen.
Thank you.
♪
[The Georgia Satellites' "Keep
Your Hands to Yourself" plays]
Ooh, baby, baby, baby ♪
Why you gonna treat me
this way? ♪
You know I'm still
your loverboy ♪
I still feel the same way ♪
[Music stops abruptly]
Intel on the Soledad Marcel
police investigation.
It appears we have nothing
to worry about.
Until she sends
a replacement.
And she will.
[Music continues]
a story 'bout free milk
and a cow ♪
And said, "No huggee,
no kissee" ♪
"Until I get a wedding vow" ♪
My honey, my baby, don't put
my love upon no shelf ♪
She said,
"Don't hand me no lines" ♪
"And keep your hands
to yourself ♪
[Theme music plays]
♪
[Rain pattering]
I have conditions.
You never lie to me.
No "above your pay grade,
further down the road,
all will be revealed."
No, bullshit.
I can walk away at any time.
Something smells funny,
and I'm out.
My job at Cavitt
is waiting for me
like none of this
ever happened.
And don't
Don't say it's not possible.
You personally got
a Vampire board approved
for a penthouse at The Dakota.
So basically everything's
possible.
Anything else?
Oh, I'll let you know.
We'll need to create a cover.
A legend.
One that includes and explains
your status at Cavitt,
as well as your current
state of mind.
What are you talking about?
You must be given
the appearance
and distinct footprint
of a clean break,
as well as an irrational
yet believable reason
for your journey.
Osterhaus: [Scoffs]
A sabbatical, Guy?
You take a sabbatical
after you're tenured.
Law firms don't have tenure,
and you haven't worked
a day yet.
Okay. Maybe more like a gap.
[Scoffs] A gap?
[Sighs] Gap week,
gap month, gap year?
What's-- What's going on here,
Guy?
Second-guessing
a career in law?
- No, no, no.
- Trying to find yourself?
- No, that's not it.
- Then what? What is it?
A death.
A death in the family, okay?
A legend that will allow you to
take on your assignment quickly.
Not out of preference,
but unfortunately, necessity.
Training and preparation
that should take a year
will become a week.
Guy: And in a week,
I'll be doing what?
Helen: Using your unique skills
to access information.
Our problem in London
is getting worse by the day.
What does their outfit
have to do with yours?
Ours.
Driver: Where to, ma'am?
Kennedy Airport.
The London Mother House
has gone rogue.
If they continue on this path,
it could undermine
all that we do.
Everyone's aware of it,
but no one will do anything
about it except us.
And here I thought
you were all
part of the same
tight-knit club.
Every club has rules and
members who don't follow them.
Who made New York
the enforcer?
We did.
You should know
there is a degree
of personal peril involved
with this enterprise.
Danger, in fact.
♪
Jay: Uh, so this
is your new laptop.
And that
is a 54-character code
you'll memorize to access our
New York database using this.
And your codename.
Dark Horse.
Helen: Your travel packet
will contain
an open-ended ticket
to Heathrow
and 20,000 British pounds
on various debit cards.
Ticket is coach
to better suit your legend.
We've set up a private account
for you.
One that I will
personally oversee.
One that the larger Talamasca
Organization is blind to.
They can know nothing
of this mission,
for the good of everyone.
This is your favorite book.
Never leaves your side.
That is,
until you've used it once,
then you lose it and you carry
your new favorite book.
It's a decoder key.
Page number, line number,
word number.
Page, line, word. Got it?
Come on. Go, go, go.
- You got it? Page
- Two.
- Line Let's go.
- Resented.
- Word? Word, word, word.
- Yes.
- Yeah. Come.
- Seldom.
Yes.
When someone asks
what I'm doing in London?
Helen: Fresh start.
You've had a rough time
of it lately.
A cousin of yours
helped you to acquire a position
of employment and a work visa.
A cousin?
Who now has a condo in Florida?
I've very much appreciated
your sense of humor
through all this.
Let's hope
you can keep it up
once you see where
you're working.
Passenger: [Snoring lightly]
♪
Helen: We've provided you with
everything you need to know
at this juncture.
Names, faces of all
the key players,
as well as all pertinent
London locations.
In addition, we've assembled
text and basic tutorials
to augment what
you've already learned.
♪
Passenger: [Coughing]
♪
We know that London
is bringing in a new operative,
but their motives remain
unclear.
When we have more information,
we'll contact you
via the Dead Drop Beacon
near your place of employment.
Find and decipher the code.
Once we reach out, you'll need
to move quickly to gather Intel.
[PA chimes loudly]
Pilot: This is
your captain speaking.
We are beginning
our initial descent
into London Heathrow Airport.
On behalf
of the entire flight crew,
I'd like to thank you for
choosing to fly with us today.
We hope you enjoy your stay
in London
or wherever your
final destination may be.
[Suspenseful music plays]
[Horns honking]
[Siren wailing]
[Siren wailing]
[Horn blaring]
♪
Helen: We've selected
modest housing for you
in a neighborhood close
to the London Mother House.
Here's a critical piece
of the puzzle.
Your backstory,
which is mostly true,
will be accessible
to anyone who searches for it.
This, of course, includes
the Talamasca Organization,
who we want to keep
at arm's length.
Guy: Won't they
already know my history?
I mean, they pay
for all of it.
No, you are off book,
so to speak.
All the arrangements regarding
your upbringing and education
were handled privately.
By you.
I'm your pet project.
I suppose one could say that.
So, about a million lies
led us to where we are now.
Somehow fitting, I suppose.
Which is why it's essential
your legend remain consistent
and as close to reality
as possible.
Guy Anatole had
a promising career in law
and a rich life
in front of him.
Things went swimmingly
for a short while,
then the poor boy had
a mental break.
A mental break?
Not unusual for someone
with your history.
A loner who hears voices
and uses an alarming amount
of Clonazepam.
Quite the résumé.
- How do I reach you?
- You don't.
It's a very strong chance
that once you leave,
we won't see each other again.
So, I arrive in London
and this all just magically
works out?
[Stammers] I don't even know
what I'm supposed to be doing.
Whilst we wait for this new
operative to arrive in London,
we'll put you close to those
who run the London Mother House.
Close enough to hopefully
use your skills
to listen in and report back.
And I'm on my own?
[Somber music plays]
If the Talamasca Organization
doesn't know what I'm up to,
then who does?
Me and a few select others.
A London point person will be
in contact to spell out details.
They're your handler,
and everything will
come through them.
This is a very specific
and covert affair.
So I believe I've hit
the high notes.
- Any questions?
- Yeah. Just one.
You never told me your name.
Helen.
It's Helen.
♪
[Siren wailing in distance]
[Indistinct chatter in distance]
[ Suspenseful music plays ]
[Indistinct chatter continues]
♪
[Pills rattling]
♪
[Clattering in distance]
♪
[Door buzzer buzzing]
♪
Mr. Checkers,
do you know why you're here?
No, Mr. Owen.
Were you friends
with Soledad Marcel?
Yes. Poor girl.
Were you more than friends?
[Upbeat electronic music plays]
W-What are you trying to say?
At five before midnight,
Thursday last,
you entered the Secure File
and Tech office.
What?
And you left
12 minutes later.
Midnight?
I can assure you, I did not.
I never work that late.
Which is a discussion
for another time.
But for this one,
we know it wasn't you.
[Clears throat]
Who is that?
Looks like Soledad.
Thank you
for the confirmation.
When did you last see her?
[Upbeat electronic music plays]
Uh It was the night she died.
Some of us went out after work.
[Suspenseful music plays]
Does this have anything
to do with what happened to her?
Thought you might know.
Seeing that she used
your card to gain access.
Absolutely not.
Absolutely not.
I-I did not give her my card.
See? Here.
It's in here somewhere.
♪
What was she after?
We don't know.
What we do know is we're
leveling you down a notch.
[Scoffs softly]
[Chuckles incredulously]
You used to be someone
I looked up to.
We used to be a family
around here.
And now it's--
now it's all "need to know"
and security cameras
in every nook and cranny.
Even in the loo,
for Christ's sake.
We've made efforts
to right the ship, yes.
Right the ship?
A fucking pirate ship
is what it is.
And I've got a feeling--
we've all got a feeling
that you're not the bloody
captain anymore.
It's you.
Yeah, it's you.
You're sneaking around, and
you're whispering in his ear.
We don't know who you are, but
we know that you're the problem.
Ever since you got here.
[Chuckling]
Oh, I like this guy.
♪
[Siren wailing]
♪
[Indistinct chatter]
♪
[Baby crying in distance]
♪
[Thinking] Look at this little
twat. He's looking at you.
[Thinking] Oi.
Pretty boy. Nice.
♪
[Indistinct chatter]
Pretty ladies inside.
4 quid.
- Come on, lad, don't be shy.
- Guy: Hi.
My name's Guy Anatole.
I was told that I was meant
to come here for a job.
- The Yank, yeah.
- Yeah. What's your name?
- Jimmy.
- Jimmy.
Go on, get inside.
Learn your lines.
- My lines?
- Yeah, your lines.
Go on.
Russian, Polish, Asian, Exotic.
Sexy. Sexy.
Strippers to the left.
Pole dancing to the right.
Sexy.
[Intriguing music plays]
- Hey! Come on.
- Sexy. Sexy.
Russian, Polish, Asian, Exotic.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Sexy. Sexy.
Strippers to the left.
Pole dancing to the right.
Sexy. Sexy.
[Door bell chimes]
♪
[Computer chimes]
[Suspenseful music plays]
♪
[Indistinct chatter in distance]
[Indistinct chatter continues]
Man #2: Cheers, mate.
[Upbeat music plays
in background]
Billy: Here you go, Guy.
- Thanks, Billy.
- Enjoy, mate.
Pint of Hazy, Bill.
Coming up, love.
Misty for you.
Chippie roun' the corner
is better, just so you know.
Billy: Here you go.
Yamas!
Sure.
Haven't seen you
here before.
It's my first time.
Oh, well, you'll be back.
It's a solid spot.
Except for the food.
[Chuckles softly]
Okay, Yank,
where you from?
[Chuckles] Detroit.
What do you do?
No, no, let me guess.
Social worker?
Got the sad eyes for it.
I just graduated.
- From where?
- NYU.
In New York. Law school.
Mm. Smarty pants.
[Laughs]
So, did you come for the rain?
London.
I'm still trying
to work things out.
I was able to get a work visa,
so
Oh. Where are you working?
I'd rather not say.
Rather not,
or you can't?
I love secrets.
Does this not look like a face
you can trust?
- CIA.
- Worse.
I'm a barker at a strip club
in Soho.
Actually,
to call it a club
would definitely be
a stretch, so
Well, I'm guessing you can
get me in for free, then.
Guessing I can.[Laughs]
Putting that away.
You never know.
- You never know.
- You never know.
[Quietly] Never know.
Okay, so you came for the rain
and a creepy job.
My mom spent some time here.
I kind of wanted
to check the place out.
From here? Where?
What, north,
south, east, west?
Hammersmith, Ilford,
Twickenham, Chiselhurst?
[Chuckles]
You haven't got a clue
what I'm talking about,
have you?
Yeah, well, those sound like
Harry Potter characters to me.
Both: [Laugh]
Okay, so I'm guessing it's
your first time in London, then?
Yeah, it's my first time
anywhere.
So you're a handsome
young man
on a journey
of finding himself. [Chuckles]
That's the lead
in every other romance novel
on the bookstore shelf.
I like it.
Normally, I don't come in
till chapter three.
No, two. 'Cause you really need
me to kick the story into gear.
Oh, yeah.
[Cellphone chimes]
Oh.
Right. [Sniffs]
Oh, shit.
I got to crack on.
I got it.
Oh, no, no,
that's totally not necessary.
No, no. I got it.
Decent.
What's your name?
Uh. It's Guy.
[Laughs]
That's kind of generic.
- Okay. What's yours?
- Keves.
- Keves?
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, that is not at all generic.
Mnh-mnh. You have this.
Thanks.
It was, uh, nice to meet you.
Smile.
[Camera shutter clicks]
[Muffled] Gimme your hand.
[Garbling]
Okay, so a bunch of us
are going
to this After Hours
in Hackney tonight.
Just, you know, sick beats,
dope vibe, if you fancy it.
Never know.
It could change your life.
That's my Guy.
[Indistinct chatter
in background]
That's my Guy.
[Indistinct chatter in distance]
[Siren wailing in distance]
Man #3: [In distance]
That's what friends are for.
[Suspenseful music plays]
[Music builds]
♪
[Electronic music plays]
♪
[Music distorts]
[Voices whispering]
Voice: Why is he staring
at you like that?
[Voices overlap, grow louder]
You came! [Laughs]
- You good?
- Yes.
[Music continues]
♪
[Laughing]
♪
Whoo!
[Bronski Beat's
"Smalltown Boy" plays]
You leave in the morning
with everything you own ♪
In a little black case ♪
Alone on a platform,
the wind and the rain ♪
On a sad and lonely face ♪
I will never understand
why you have to leave ♪
But the love that you seek
will never be found at home ♪
The love that you need
will never be found at home ♪
Run away, turn away,
run away, turn away, run away ♪
Run away, turn away,
run away, turn away, run away ♪
Pushed around
and kicked around ♪
Always a lonely boy ♪
You were the one
they'd talk about ♪
Around town as they
put you down ♪
And as hard
as they would try ♪
They'd hurt to make you cry ♪
But you never cried to them,
just to your soul ♪
No, you never cried to them,
just to your soul ♪
♪
You're in so much trouble.
To your soul ♪
To your soul ♪
To your soul ♪
Cry ♪
Cry ♪
♪
Keves: [Gasps]
Guy: [Grunts]
♪
[Laughs]
Run away, turn away,
run away, turn away, run away ♪
Keves: [Moaning]
I broke the rules.
I broke all the rules.
Oh!
I'm a rule-breaker.
[Moaning]
I'm sorry.
[Eerie music plays]
♪
[Indistinct chatter in distance]
♪
Keves?
♪
Keves?
[Coins clink]
Live girls.
Russian, Polish, Asian, Exotic.
Ladies-- Oh.
Ladies on the left.
Pole dancing on the right.
Sexy. Sexy.
Russians, Polish, Asian.
Sexy. Sexy girls.
How ever do you want me ♪
How ever do you need me, how ♪
How ever do you want me ♪
How ever do you need me ♪
How ever do you want me ♪
How do you need me, how ♪
How ever do you want me ♪
How ever do you need me ♪
Where have you been?
[Suspenseful music plays]
♪
Hey.
Hey, hey. Hey. Excuse me.
Uh, did you take an X
off the phone booth?
An X in white tape?
Did you take any white tape
off the phone booth?
No clue.
♪
Hey!
♪
What's going on?
I gotta go, Jimmy, but I'll work
a double tomorrow,
- I promise you.
- Hey! What am I gonna do?
I don't know.
♪
Man #4: Alright.
I'll let him know.
♪
[Objects clattering]
♪
[Water splashes]
♪
[Bird chirping]
♪
[Dog barks]
♪
[Thinking] Matej Vagna,
nickname, Archie.
Private flight,
dinner Delphine.
- Aldgate
- Helen: 19:00. Track from there.
Discreetly follow
wherever he goes,
making note of locations
as well as the company he keeps.
We believe that he's in London
for a specific purpose.
When the underworld,
or in this case,
the London Mother House, needs
someone found or dealt with,
he's the one they call.
If you have a chance
to listen in, take it.
This is recon only,
so do not engage.
These people are dangerous.
[Indistinct chatter]
[Suspenseful music plays]
♪
[Siren wailing in distance]
♪
[Music fades]
Voices: I know what I'm doing.
Let's get on with it.
Don't fuck this up.
How am I supposed
to square this with Amsterdam?
Jasper: [Thinking]
Who do we have here?
♪
♪
[Horn blaring]
♪
[Metal thuds, bottles clinking]
♪
[Door closes]
♪
[Indistinct shouting]
Woman #2: What the hell are you
talking about?
[Indistinct arguing]
Man #5: Give it to me now!
[Arguing continues]
Woman #2: [Shouts in pain]
♪
[Thudding]
[Screaming]
♪
[Loud thud]
[Screaming continues]
[Glass shatters]
Man #5: [Grunts]
[Squelching]
♪
[Lights buzzing]
♪
[Stairs creaking]
♪
[Dramatic sting]
Guy: [Gasps]
[Breathes heavily]
♪
[Dramatic sting]
♪
[Gasps]
♪
[Creaking in distance]
♪
[Creaking continues]
♪
[Inhales deeply]
♪
[Breathes shakily]
♪
[Softly] It's okay, it's okay.
♪
[Eerie vocalizing]
♪
[Grunts]
Archie: [Gasping]
Guy: Oh. Oh, shit.
Archie: [Gasps] Book.
[Gasping]
Guy: It's okay.
It's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay.
It's okay, it's okay,
it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
[Solemn music plays]
♪
Fuck!
Gosh.
♪
[Lights buzzing]
♪
[Breathing rapidly]
[Tires screeching]
♪
Helen: Something very important
has gone missing.
We refer to it as the 752.
Why do you think
Archie was killed?
We're close. That's why.
And we're not the only ones
who want it.
What do you know
about my mom?
♪
What the hell is going on?
♪
Owen:
Intel on the Soledad Marcel
police investigation.
It appears we have nothing
to worry about.
Until she sends
a replacement.
And she will.
♪
In episode two,
once Guy says, "Yes."
Guy:
I have conditions.
You never lie to me.
Something smells funny
and I'm out.
And he has ulterior motives,
you know, to pursue his goal,
which is to find his mother.
Anything else?
Oh, I'll let you know.
But once he does,
he has to go through
intense training.
Training and preparation.
That should take
a year or become a week.
Helen is in a hurry
because there is this drive
to discover what we call
the 752.
And she's lost a lot
of the people
that she's been working with
in order to find this thing.
Driver:
Where to, ma'am?
Kennedy airport.
Hancock: We get little pieces
of the 752 as we go along
and no one knows
exactly what it is,
which is kind of fun.
Helen: You should know
there is a degree
of personal peril involved
with this enterprise.
Danger, in fact.
I think he kind of does
let the skepticism slide,
and it's nice to be a part
of something.
Dark Horse?
That's kind of what
Guy's always looking for.
When someone asks
what I'm doing in London.
Fresh start.
You've had a rough time
of it lately.
But we've already seen
what waits for him in London.
And we know that,
as Burton told him,
not every vampire's like me.
There are some people that
are gonna try to take you
and they won't play nice.
London Motherhouse
has kind of a creepy vibe
to it a little bit,
and there's a Gothic nature
to that building in particular.
I think the windows
and how they're offset,
it's really beautiful,
but it's also
there's something amiss.
Fichtner:
The sets are incredible.
The basement of the Motherhouse
is incredible.
You'd step on and you
don't have to try to figure out,
"Geez, I wonder if I'm there."
No, no, no. You're there.
Just look around.
There's real dirt on the ground.
So this is it.
This is the basement.
This is a set that we had
to think very carefully about
how it was going to be shot,
what the best angles were.
But this is pretty much
how I originally designed it.
Hancock:
We're also establishing
more of the inner
workings of it.
You see people working
at computers
and passing along information.
We know that it's
not just Dark Horse,
it's there are people
that work there.
Mr. Owen.
Thank you.
Guy gets to London
with all of this preparation
and then doesn't know
what to do.
There's no orders.
We're waiting for something
to happen.
Hey. Come on.
Sexy. Sexy.
Asian.
[Camera shutter clicks]
Exotic.
Denton: What I really like
about reading spy stuff
and watching things like
"Three Days of the Condor" and whatnot,
is that you've got
these characters
that are reluctant spies,
and Guy, to me,
is a real reluctant spy
because he doesn't
really want to be a spy.
He just wants to figure out what
the hell has happened to him?
McGovern: Well, the spy stuff
is a lot of fun for me.
I mean,
just getting into a mindset
where you
have to do something
in a really complicated way
[Laughs]
that could be done
very simply.
So it's more a modus operandi
than it is anything
pragmatically necessary.
But even more important
than that,
it's the mentality
of being a spy
that I think the show
is very interested in.
Fichtner: That's what I love
about that moment right there.
Like, "Wow! Okay."
[Jasper telepathically]
Who do we have here?
He thinks he's gonna
listen to me?
Oh, no, no, no, no.
I gotta get to know him.
In episode two,
Guy is in a very rough spot.
And like many spies in
many spy books and spy movies,
Guy doesn't know
the full context
of the situation he's in.
In following Archie,
which is the only thing
he's been told to do,
he is putting himself
in great peril.
He's been warned
not to intrude,
that this is recon only.
And yet a girl's screams
make him as a human being go,
"Uh, should I go?
I have to go see if I can help."
[Woman screams]
Yeah, it takes the show
into a much darker realm.
And I think dead bodies
and Guy's never seen
a dead body.
Guy doesn't know what the hell
to do with a dead body.
And you really do see
that vulnerability
of fish out of water.
Hancock:
When he goes into the room
where she's hanging
and looks at her,
it's Keves who had met
only a night before
and spent the night with.
And Keves,
this person that he cared about
who actually saw him
and cared about him,
and he, her, is like axed.
And so I think that it's like,
"What has Helen
gotten him into?"
[Guy gasping]
[Wheezing]
Hancock:
All he can think to do
is to run away
as fast as possible.
And so from that point on,
there's no doubt
that his life has changed.
[Panting]
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[Theme music plays]
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