Original subtitles

-Did you make contact with Schiff?

-No, sir, I didn't.

-He's lying.

Alexander: How do I get it out of my head?

-There's no way to remove it.

-[groans] Schiff: No one has ever

made it past six months

without complete and total mental collapse

or death.

Parker: It doesn't make sense that he would flip.

It doesn't sound like the person he is at all.

Schiff: You're gonna help me find the ghost

I've been hunting for a long time.

Alexander: However flawed The Orphanage might be,

I would still never work for you.

Schiff: If I give the order,

your parents are dead!

-I need to speak to St. George.

Directly.

-He is walking evidence

of a decision that we made

to compromise national security.

Be prepared to give the kill order.

Alexander: I'll do what you asked.

As soon as Victor comes through,

I'll lead you to St. George.

[cell phone buzzes]

[horn honking]

Parker: How could Nicole's warning

on spear phishing Senators get so much praise?

And Tim's report on sound poisoning?

That was so 2016.

-Oh, it was total amateur hour.

I mean, your nanite brain hack

was so much more nuanced.

-I know!

But I submitted that memo months ago

and Carter's eval said it was ridiculous.

"We should really be worrying about more likely scenarios."

-That's bullshit. -One hundred percent.

There are enemy states that wanna hurt us,

and making our agents sick with sound

is only gonna get 'em so far.

The first ones to figure out how to use us,

what we see and hear,

they're gonna rule the world.

-Or at least become filthy rich.

-Exactly.

But...

I don't know.

Maybe Carter's right.

-Maybe.

You ever wonder

who we've been writing these reports for?

And what they're doing with them?

That place, those people, why do we work for them?

-They don't listen to us.

They throw out everything we say.

-They don't appreciate us.

I think I'm gonna quit.

Tomorrow.

-Let's do it.

Just after lunch.

Food's not great, but it's free.

[laughs]

-I'm gonna grab us some celebratory coffees

before we go out in a blaze of glory.

-[laughs] Let's not make it too dramatic.

[♪♪♪]

[man clearing throat]

[inaudible conversation]

-[sighs] How's the salmon?

-It's really good.

-Do you know who I am?

[♪♪♪]

[theme music playing]

["Inside Looking Out" by The Animals playing]

♪ Sittin' here lonely ♪

♪ Like a broken man ♪

♪ Settle my time and do... ♪

[breathes deeply]

Alexander: I'm ready.

I'll do what you asked.

As soon as Victor comes through,

I'll lead you to St. George.

It's okay, everything's okay.

♪ Oh, baby ♪

♪ I just need ♪

♪ Your tender lovin' ♪

♪ To keep me sane ♪ ♪ In this... ♪

[sighs deeply]

[groans]

[grunts]

♪ My rebirth ♪

Hey.

Listen to me.

You don't have to do this.

[both grunting]

[Alexander groans]

[grunting]

[grunts]

-[grunts] -[screams]

[groans]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

[clatters]

I don't wanna hurt you.

-You're gonna have to if you wanna live.

[grunting]

[groans]

[Alexander grunts]

[groans]

[music stops playing]

-[Michelle grunts] -[groans]

[grunts]

[both panting]

[both grunting]

[grunts]

[both panting]

Soup's ready.

[tense music playing]

[grunts]

[panting]

Ellie: You think he'll kill her?

[♪♪♪]

[Alexander breathing heavily]

[exhales sharply]

-Wet team, move in.

-Understood.

-We need to get this contained, now.

-[feedback buzzing] -[groans]

Ellie: Wait, what's he doing?

That's not a panic attack, is it?

[Alexander gasping]

[groans]

Ellie: It's the tech in his brain.

[Alexander gasps]

[groans]

[Alexander panting]

-Timekeeper, Osiris is in the dining room.

Possibly incapacitated.

-[feedback buzzing] -[pants]

[feedback fading]

[grunts]

-[door slams open] -[gunshot]

-[grunts] -[gunshots]

[suspenseful music playing]

Remy: Hale.

[music intensifies]

[grunts]

[gunshots]

Damn!

Osiris has left the building on foot!

In pursuit!

-I'm ready.

I'll do what you asked.

As soon as Victor comes through,

I'll lead you to St. George.

-Until Hale is apprehended,

I suggest we remove you, ma'am,

to a secure location.

-No.

[♪♪♪]

-He's coming for you.

-Then we know where he's going to be, don't we?

[tense music playing]

-Where is Hale now?

-We're-- We're still looking.

-Have we figured out

how Victor Simonek is connected to this?

-We have placed agents in Victor's restaurant.

They reported that he's been entertaining

Alexander's parents since lunch.

-Are they in on it? Why else would they be in town?

-Our analysts do not believe

the Hales have any awareness of the situation.

Victor's part in this might simply be

to guarantee their safety.

-We could bring them in. His parents.

Force Hale to surrender.

-I don't believe he will surrender.

-Like you didn't believe he's flipped?

Parker: Alexander hesitated when he saw the anxiety pills

he used to take that carried the nanites.

His symptoms, the blips, he's been experiencing...

they're escalating.

Frances,

have we figured out how these are happening to him yet?

-I'm still researching the modified tech.

Marlowe: You said he hesitated

when he saw the pills his ex-fiancee gave him.

If we're worrying about what's happening to him,

so is he.

-He's going to Rachel.

[door closes]

Alexander Hale is no longer an Orphanage operative.

He's flipped.

And he's currently en route to St. Elizabeth's Hospital.

When contact is made...

agents should shoot to kill.

[tires screeching]

[suspenseful music playing]

Remy: Approaching the hospital now.

[♪♪♪]

Nothing. She's not here, he's not here.

Parker: Her shift was supposed to start an hour ago.

-The next three days on her calendar are blocked off.

-He's at her apartment.

We have a team en route. How far?

Ops tech: They're still five out.

-Her apartment's close by. I'm on my way.

-Rachel!

[panting]

[grunts]

[pants]

[muffled screams]

I have always felt so lucky...

that you came along.

Will you marry me, Rachel?

[♪♪♪]

[gunshot]

[suspenseful music playing]

[car alarm blaring]

[door chimes]

[song playing on store's speakers]

♪ She’s always taken ♪ ♪ For a fool ♪

♪ And she's out there On the dance floor ♪

♪ Makin’ eyes at me... ♪

[pants]

I need to use your bathroom.

-What happened to you?

-A top secret spy agency's trying to kill me

because my eyes and ears have been hacked.

[laughs] Right.

-Look, there's a methadone clinic

around the corner. So.

Get some help.

-Thanks.

-Nothing at any pharmacy.

[♪♪♪]

-He knows how to patch himself up, combat-style.

Where is the closest place that he can get super glue?

[grunts]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[pants]

[grunts]

[groans]

[grunts]

[dialing]

[line ringing]

Victor: Alexander? -Yeah.

-I've been trying to call you.

-Phone's been compromised.

They're onto me, Victor.

-[feedback buzzing] -[groans]

[pants]

-All right, A-A-A-Alexander, wh-- what can I do?

[pants]

-I just need what I asked for earlier.

That's all.

Just get me that.

Please, just--

Trust me.

-Okay, I-- I-- I--

Listen, go to our favorite spot, 9 p.m.

All right. This is proving more difficult than I expected.

I'll have it by then.

-No. No.

It has to be earlier.

I don't think I can survive until then.

-Alexander, find a way.

-Victor, when this is all over...

[groans]

...tell my parents

how much I love them, okay?

-Tell them yourself. This isn't over yet.

[grunts]

[pants]

[gasps]

[feedback buzzing]

[grunts]

[♪♪♪]

[grunts]

[drone whirring]

[suspenseful music playing]

-Got you, Alexander.

[pants]

Orphanage agent 1: Hey, move! Get out of the way!

[crowd screaming]

Orphanage agent 2: Get on the ground, Osiris!

You're a traitor!

-Prove it.

-Are his eyes bleeding?

[suspenseful music playing]

Orphanage agent 1: We lost Osiris.

On the move to the subway. We're in pursuit.

[grunts]

[sighs]

man [over PA]: Next stop, Woodley Park.

Doors open on the right.

[groans]

[woman screams]

[crowd screaming]

[grunting]

[groans]

[coughs]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[grunts]

[gasping]

-Forgot to thank you for dosin' me!

-Guess that makes us even!

[screaming]

[grunts]

man [over PA]: Next stop, Bethesda.

Doors open on the right.

[coughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[♪♪♪]

[indistinct chatter continues]

Signals tech: Facial recognition.

Scanning the crowds.

Remy: We're entering the market.

There's people everywhere.

Signals tech: We can't get a clean scan

on facial recognition.

There's too many variables.

-Run the footage back, frame by frame!

He's here somewhere.

Remy: There's a blizzard out here

and it's too crowded.

Can't make a visual.

We're gonna make our way to the perimeter.

Make sure he doesn't get out.

We'll find him.

[sighs]

-When I was promoted,

you said everyone here was scared of you.

And it was my job

to say to your face when you're fucking up.

But I can say it to the back of your head as well.

You're mishandling this.

Send Alexander a message.

Persuade him to come back

and lead us to Schiff.

-No. Hale has made his choice.

-This from the man who always wants to play the long game.

What's the long game here?

-There is none.

We kill Hale before he goes through with his promise.

-That's proving to be difficult,

don't you agree?

I know you think our finest will succeed.

End this while keeping it in-house.

But if by chance, even a small chance,

we don't succeed,

Alexander becomes living, breathing proof

we kept the hack open.

There's no longer a tactical problem,

but a political one.

I have an attorney

who might be able to stop it from becoming public,

but we need to act fast.

Because if the bureaucratic shit hits the fan,

it will be called what it is:

treason.

-No.

It'll expose her.

-You're the most pragmatic person

I have ever known.

No one person gets to be bigger than the mission.

Why is St. George the exception?

I don't think anyone

has earned the right to be followed

without question.

Not even her.

I recommend you keep your eyes wide open on this one.

[♪♪♪]

[door closes]

-Mm!

-I need to know what's going on with Alexander.

-I'm flattered you think I know something.

I just analyze signals, dear.

-So, tell me what the signals

inside his head are doing to him.

Frances, I cannot do my job!

[sighs] I cannot find Alexander

unless I have all of the information.

[♪♪♪]

-This was the old tech that was shelved.

-"...bleeding from the eyes and ears

marked a rapid decline within two hours.

Mini-seizures with

incapacitating cognitive instability.

Subject rendered unconscious until...

grand mal seizure.

Fatal."

So, the new tech inside of his brain

could be worse?

It's gonna destroy him.

-Maybe not.

We might kill him first.

We should remember that he didn't choose any of this.

-He chose to betray us. That choice he made.

-It's true, he did.

I just wish I could understand why.

-Well, maybe he found out about the tech

and realized that we knew

it would kill him and didn't tell him.

-That's possible.

There is something driving Alexander.

But from the beginning,

it's never been the fear of his own death.

[pants]

[static crackling stops]

[wind chimes chiming]

-Alexander.

-[sniffs] You alone?

-Yes. What are you doing here?

-I think it might be better if I tell you inside.

-What's wrong with you? -Please, Rachel, it--

It's, what? 7:30?

-Yeah. It's 7:26. Why?

-I have less than an hour and I need to make it two, okay?

-What are you talking about?

-It's gonna sound crazy,

but I will tell you, I promise, just--

just inside.

[sighs]

-What's wrong? What's gonna sound crazy?

Outside of all the cryptic muttering

and you showing up at my ca-- [sighs]

Alexander, what happened?

-Fight with a co-worker.

-From the research library. Right.

Let me see it.

-You're living here now?

-Come here. Please.

Come on.

[Alexander groans]

Did you use super glue?

-Yeah. -Sit down.

[sighs]

Okay. This is gonna sting.

[sighs]

[grunts]

[groans]

Okay.

Do you remember what I said

when we first got here that weekend?

-Yeah, you said you could imagine us

living here one day.

-I came back a few times. After we broke up.

And then I saw it went on the market,

and I've wanted a place to get away from the city

when it all became too much.

-Or you just needed a place to hide.

-What?

[grunts]

-I think it's time for us

to be completely honest with each other.

I work for an intelligence agency.

We cleared you.

They said there wasn't any evidence

that you had anything to do with the laced pills...

but I need to hear you say it, directly.

I need to hear it from you. -Wh-- What laced pills?

Why--

The anti-anxiety medication? -Those--

-What happened? -Those pills you gave me

were spiked with nanites. Okay?

Nanites that hacked my brain.

And unfortunately, it's breaking my brain down,

hour by hour.

So, I need to know

if you had anything to do with this,

and I need to know if there's a way to stop it.

-Uh--

Those pills came from a pharmaceutical rep.

They were samples.

-What pharmaceutical rep?

-Uh--

Mark... from Kevnik.

I-- I have his card at my office.

[grunts]

I-- We have so many reps come through

and it was the only way

to get the pills without a paper trail,

which you told me was necessary!

I had no idea

anything was wrong with those pills!

-Okay.

-[feedback buzzing] -[groaning]

[grunts]

[gasps]

[groans]

[classical orchestral music playing]

[music stops playing]

-Ma'am.

You canceled the flight?

-For tonight.

Kate will be on it in the morning.

She doesn't travel well when the sun's down.

-But we need to move you to a secured location as well.

-I've already answered that.

-This risk isn't worth it.

I won't put The Orphanage in danger.

-And I wouldn't ask you to.

Which is why I plan to keep the threat against me

as just that, Peter.

I'm just one person.

-This place won't survive without you.

-Then I built it wrong.

This place is bigger than us, Peter.

It always was.

Now, I have to say goodbye to Kate.

[♪♪♪]

-Are you feeling okay?

-I'd feel better if you cleared me

to finish what I started.

Or has he been found?

-Not yet. I guess I didn't know him

as well as I thought.

He's proving trickier than predicted.

-Send me back out.

I'll track him down. -You don't have to.

L-Look, you can be done if you want to.

I'll keep working on that thing that I promised.

I'll find a way.

-But I'm not done.

I'm not done until you're done.

I will find him and end this.

[♪♪♪]

But there's something you should know.

-You should see a specialist.

This could be a tumor.

And if they catch it early enough,

you have a really good chance--

-Of what?

Living a long and healthy life?

[sighs] It's not cancer, Rach.

It's these nanites from the pills

which are fusing with my brainstem.

It's called symbiosis.

I came looking for you

because if you did have something to do with it,

then maybe--

maybe you could give me something that would fix it or--

or hold it off just long enough.

-Long enough for what?

[sighs]

I thought we were being

completely honest with each other?

[sighs]

-The man that did this to me

is gonna kill my parents

if I don't do what he asks.

-Your parents? Alexander, wh--

-And at this rate,

I'm not gonna live long enough,

so, please, I need you to give me more time.

-Believe me, I would if I had any knowledge.

What if I give you something that makes it worse?

I-- I can't.

I can't.

I'm so sorry, Alexander.

I'm sorry.

[cries]

[Alexander sighs]

I'm sorry. -It's okay.

It's okay.

Get down! -[Rachel screams]

[gun firing]

[glass shatters]

-Who is shooting at us?

-My agency.

-Shouldn't they be helping you?

-They think I betrayed them.

-Wh-- How many are there?

-There's too many.

-We're not gonna survive this, are we?

-All right, listen to me.

I'll run, you surrender.

Say that I attacked you.

Tell them I forced you to help me.

-Alexander... -It's gonna be okay.

[gun firing continues]

I promise.

-Alexander. Follow me.

Hurry!

[whirring]

Get in! Come on!

[suspenseful music playing]

-They're here somewhere. Find them.

[pants]

[♪♪♪]

-Alexander. -[gasps]

-No.

You were a part of this?

[sighs] This whole time, you-- you knew?

-We don't have time for this.

Your eyes and ears have already started bleeding.

So, it's happening.

But once the seizures start, it's the end.

Nobody who's been dosed with Cassandra

has ever survived past the symbiosis stage.

It is a wall you're heading straight for.

-You did this to me?

You lied to me. You--

-Alexander, we have to go! -Shut up!

[grunting]

-I can give you more time.

[pants]

Uh--

[Alexander sighs]

Here. Here. Take this.

It's adrenaline. It'll give you another few hours

until the symbiosis starts.

But only take it if you're seizing.

Otherwise, the dose is strong enough

to induce a heart attack.

-Why should I trust you?

-Because if you don't, you'll die.

And so will your parents.

It's your only option.

-[loud bang] -[gasps]

[beeps]

This way.

[beeping]

Run. Go! Go! Go, go!

[explosion booms]

[car alarms blaring]

What're you doing? You have an hour left. Go!

-Was all this here when we came?

Just tell me the truth!

-The nanites needed to pair

with the first monitoring station.

-Like a fucking Bluetooth device?

-I didn't expect you to propose.

But it did make for a pretty romantic getaway.

Not all of it was fake.

-[gunshot] -[gasps]

[inaudible dialogue]

-They're-- No, 'cause the rarest scallop

is from the Indian Ocean,

which is seven thousand miles away

from where they're claiming!

You guys really hate your desserts, right?

-[sighs] Victor: Okay, you know what?

We can get something else. We have--

Oh, we have a pistachio ice cream...

-Victor! -...that you’ve got--

-You-- You only talk this much

when you don't want us to ask questions.

[laughs]

Please, we know Alexander's in trouble.

-Okay. -Tell us what we can do to help.

-This! [chuckles] This.

This-- We are gonna buy him some time

because we are not gonna show anybody

that anything is wrong!

-Aw, yes-- -We're having a great meal.

Except for the dessert.

That's not so great. -[Helen laughs]

So, what should we do about that?

-Well, uh, pistachio ice cream sounds

like a wonderful idea! -Yes!

-Yes, two!

Preston: Shot, shot. -Three!

Three of the pistachio.

And another bottle of this... Preston: Yes!

-...port 'cause we finished this. [laughs]

We have. So, the black market in scallops,

this is a cutthroat business.

-This may be our only chance to take the upper hand.

But we have to do it now.

-You know him better than anyone else.

Do whatever it takes.

-You really do trust her, don't you?

-Parker?

-Her too.

-I know you don't understand what Saint George means to me.

Mainly because I haven't let you understand.

Let's just say...

I spent most of my life rescuing other people.

She was the first person who was ever able to rescue me.

-From what?

-From who I used to be.

She's making her arrangements

and I'm not gonna get in the way.

-And if this gamble means we lose her?

You can live with that?

[engine roars]

[suspenseful music playing]

[car unlocks]

[engine starts]

automated voice: Navigating to: home.

[sighs]

-Follow him.

-The highest in tequila is wasted on me.

A-At a certain point, my palate--

Helen, what time is it?

-Uh, almost 9:50.

[tense music playing]

Preston: No, I got it. I got it.

Victor: How long do you have?

Alexander: Until ten tonight.

I don't want my parents to see anything.

Victor: No, no, no. I'll keep them here.

Preston: Oh, yeah. -[Helen speaking indistinctly]

-Okay, excuse me. Uh, ladies and gentlemen, hi!

I'm Victor, this is my joint. Um,

listen, we're having staffing issues,

so we're gonna have to close, uh, early tonight.

I'm sorry about that.

But the good news is that all your meals...

on the house tonight. -[indistinct murmuring]

I'm sorry about this.

Please, come back again.

automated voice: You have arrived at destination. Home.

[suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

-Hello, Miss St. George.

-You're a daring one, Mr. Hale.

Coming here, of all places.

-I didn't have a choice, ma'am.

Schiff: He didn't come here to chat.

He was leading me here.

I'm the one you need to speak with.

-And who are you?

-You'll remember soon enough.

-I did my part.

My parents better be safe.

[door closes]

-You two wait outside.

This is between her and me.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Berlin.

[gasps]

[screams]

1989?

-Oh, you have to be more specific.

[scoffs]

-I can be more specific.

I'm gonna kill you.

And then I'm gonna make you infamous

by revealing your identity to the world,

linking you to a breathtaking act of treason,

and revealing a full accounting of all your dark deeds.

And everything you built

will just be another agency awash in scandal.

And your sycophants

will bury their heads in their hands

behind prison walls.

Just wanted you to know who it was...

that person you don't remember.

I'm surprised it's not a van der Weyden or a Raphael.

-Da Vinci was a polymath.

Someone to aspire to be in our line of work.

Don't you agree, Frederick?

-But he never painted the slaying of the dragons.

[♪♪♪]

[gun cocks]

You're not St. George!

[groans]

[gunshots]

[Schiff groans]

-Exterior's clear.

-Thank you, Remy.

-[pants] -[line ringing]

[grunts]

-Kill Hale and the parents!

[Schiff groans]

[suspenseful music playing]

Victor: Hey, guys?

I wanna show you the, uh, the private dining room.

It's, uh, right this way.

It's been renovated. This way. Come on.

Come on up.

[tires screeching]

[gunshots]

[horn honking]

[yells]

[gasps]

[sighs]

[feedback buzzing]

[groaning]

[tires screeching]

-[grunts] Not now.

[tires screeching]

[grunts]

[gasps]

[grunting]

[gasping]

[grunting]

[♪♪♪]

[grunts]

[gasps]

[pants]

[instrumental music playing]