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[thunder rumbling]

[heavy rainfall]

BATHHOUSE SWALLOW

MEN'S BATH

[door slides open]

[tense, imposing music playing]

[sighs]

BATHHOUSE SWALLOW

[gasps]

[cloth rustling]

[silenced gunshot]

[in Japanese] Wait…

[silenced gunshot]

[menacing music playing]

[beeping]

[in English] It doesn't have to end like this, Sam.

But it does have to end.

On that, we agree.

It seems pretty pedestrian for a billionaire arms dealer,

don't you think?

What can I say? I'm a soldier at heart.

I'm most at home in the trenches.

[thunder rumbling]

And I prefer "tactical facilitator."

"Warmonger" seems more like it.

To some.

"Peacemaker," though, to others.

Says the man responsible for turning the world

into a powder keg of proxy wars for profit.

You sold us out, Douglas. And for what?

[thunder booms]

[Douglas] For the same reason you're here now.

We just play the cards we're dealt.

You, Echelon, the NSA, sabotage the world, day in, day out.

All for the so-called greater good.

The rest of us, we're just trying to scrape by.

Time to wake up, Sam.

Your hands and mine, they're stained with the same blood.

[train rumbling]

Nothing has changed, Sam, and it won't change by degrees.

We have to tear it down and start over.

It's the only way.

But the things you have done.

You're a murderer, Doug. A traitor. A war criminal.

Those are the only words the state has for the revolutionaries, Sam.

You only become a hero after the war is over.

You know the truth.

The world is built from the bottom up, not the other way around.

Honor, courage, fidelity…

We don't inherit these values from the world, Sam.

So we build the world from them.

I know you.

You believe in these things more than any government.

And I know because of it…

[thunder breaking]

…you wouldn't shoot an old friend.

[train rumbling]

[thunder booming]

[thunder rumbling]

[gunshots drowned out by thunder]

[high-pitched ringing]

[rain pattering]

[gasps]

[somber, distraught music playing]

[gagging]

[train rumbling]

[muffled thunderclap]

[rainfall trailing off]

[suspenseful intro music playing]

[music trails off]

[Diana] What has it been now?

Fifteen years?

-[Fisher] Diana. -Sam.

You won't find your friend here.

She'll be all right. I'm here for you.

And you want to kill me?

As you did my father?

I didn't kill your father.

His choices did.

You just happened to be the one who pulled the trigger.

I always figured as much.

Listen to me. Whatever you're doing--

My godfather murdered my father.

Doesn't get any more Shakespearean than that, now, does it?

At first, I refused to believe it.

Years wasted searching for an explanation,

a sign, anything, really.

All I got in return was silence.

In time, I came to terms with the simple truth.

I was well and truly alone.

So, whatever I am doing, Sam Fisher,

is my own to do.

Then do what's right,

not what you've convinced yourself is right for you.

Isn't that the way of it?

The human condition?

Hiding behind some semblance of noble aims

so we can each propagate our agenda.

Be they ever so selfish.

You, Sam, are no different than my father.

You hide behind a patriot's mantle,

while my father had the audacity to step out from it.

-You pretend-- -Enough.

I'm here to give you a chance to end this.

To come clean. Before it's too late.

So tell me the truth.

What is Xanadu?

The culmination of my own desperation.

A Hail Mary to preserve my father's legacy.

Do what is right?

[chuckles mirthlessly] Please.

I do what I do to survive. That's all any of us can do.

To lean into salvation is to court damnation.

[somber music playing]

-There is still-- -Time?

Another way?

A solution?

No, Sam, I'm afraid there is not.

Shit, Sam, all those lives you've taken?

But hey, your ends justify your means, do they not?

You're no hero, Sam.

Just a junkyard dog on someone else's chain.

Born and bred to sow war in the name of peace.

Just like the old man.

Then be better than us.

How could I?

I knew neither of you.

Now, if you will excuse me,

as much as I would love to reminisce…

I have my life to live.

Go live what's left of yours.

[elevator door clanking]

[shudders, exhales shakily]

[inhales sharply]

[keypad beeping]

[exhales steadily]

[phone buzzing]

Take me to the marina.

Of course, Mr. Shetland.

[dogs barking]

[siren wails in distance]

[groaning]

[McKenna breathing shakily]

[trilling]

Come on, come on.

[microwave humming]

-[chair scrapes] -[Jo] No news.

From either of them.

Say the word, and I'll initiate alert protocols.

Not yet.

Washington's on the line.

Senator Paulson's requesting a mission status update for POTUS.

I can hold him off for now, but you know he'll--

Let's give Sam and McKenna an hour, tops.

Not a word to anyone until then.

You got it.

Hey. You okay?

I'm fine. It's just--

A growing sense of dread, is all.

[Thunder] This is some wild shit.

I thought I'd combed through all of Green Gables,

but then I went back in and…

-[Grim] What am I looking at? -[Thunder] The files are layered.

Gift that keeps on giving.

Blueprints of some sort.

Greifswald?

That's Germany's biggest terminal. Russian gas.

Aren't these kinds of files usually kept in a high-security vault,

under lock and key, a thousand miles underground?

You're wondering how Shetland got her hands on them?

Not how.

[tense, cryptic music playing]

[McKenna grunts]

Just drive.

[Grim] I considered discharging you both for disobeying direct orders.

Again.

[McKenna panting]

[Grim] Then I thought of flying over there to kick your sorry asses myself.

But I'm tired.

[Fisher] We're happy we made it out too, Grim.

Delivery guy's here.

-[Grim] Hope you're hungry. -[Fisher] Starving.

So, tell me.

What's for dinner?

[Jo] The Green Gables contains a library of schematics

of the Trans-European Natural Gas Terminal in Greifswald, Germany.

A strategic partnership between Europe and Russia,

providing all of Western Europe with its needs in cheap energy.

We suspect Diana either wants to buy them out--

Or blow them up.

[Grim] Precisely.

[Thunder] Control the supply. Drive the demand.

Simple, good old cowboy economics.

Smart.

[Jo] We're talking sabotage here.

[Fisher] Diana's delusional, sure, but she's not stupid.

How would she pull off that without getting caught red-handed?

She's on board. The Lazarev.

[McKenna gasps] She's on board.

It's a fucking ship!

Gunther mentioned a name, that she's on board.

Freya must be on a ship. The Lazarev.

SS Lazarev, 2012.

Russian transporter, LH2.

Fluid hydrogen transporter ship.

Fuck. The ship's a ticking time bomb.

[Thunder] Last sighted leaving St. Petersburg…

36 hours ago, but it's gone dark since.

Can we get an ETA?

At an average speed of 24 knots?

Three hours, give or take.

Thunder here should be able to identify its relative position.

Yes, ma'am.

Can everyone stop for a second and tell us what the fuck is going on?

[menacing music building]

[Grim] Greifswald is the sole reason Europe doesn't freeze over

in the dead of winter.

[Jo] She's weaponizing the gas terminal.

[Grim] Exactly. Destroying it would cause the price of energy to soar.

[Jo] The livelihoods of millions would be at risk.

[Grim] Thus creating a crisis

which only she will be uniquely positioned to rescue Europe from.

[Fisher] That's Xanadu.

Diana's attempt to complete her arc of messianic redemption.

[Thunder] All while she plays tour guide to the world's elite just down the way.

I mean,

the audacity of her timing is just

ballsy as fuck.

[wood creaking]

Okay, well, what are our options?

[Grim] To answer you,

there are a number of options.

To answer you, there are none we can take.

[Fisher] Has NATO responded to a request to strike?

[Jo] There's just not enough time to approve military action of that scale.

[dynamic, suspenseful music playing]

[weapons cocking, clicking]

-[McKenna] So what's the plan? -Simple.

Go stop that fucking ship.

[steely, resolute music playing]

[night vision goggles powering up]

[resolute outro music playing]

[music trailing off]