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Here's all you need to know.

Paulo Braga is perfecting tech

that can co-opt a person's mind and turn them into an assassin

to kill Russian president aranov at the g8.

I've sabotaged the programming,

and there are only two people in the world

who can get the code to work.

The other is a Korean hacker by the name of Edison.

Edison was handled by the CIA.

And that intel will be stored

at CIA European headquarters in Rome.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Bernard, you want to break in there?

I will make you a trade.

Mason Kane and Bernard or lick.

You don't have any earplugs, do you?

Later, homies.

What was all that "turning everybody in" shit?

- I had to improvise. - You fucked us.

Just keep breathing, it's okay.

Stay with me.

Hello beautiful.

You have blood on your shirt.

I'm not buying this genius idiot thing.

Yeah? Which part?

The idiot part.

So you think I'm a genius.

May I kiss you?

Access denied.

Come...

5-8-8-1-2-3-9-5-6.

Access denied.

Shut up!

All right.

Access granted.

Thank you.

Okay.

Let's find out who you are, Mr. Edison.

I gotta learn how to type.

Holy shit.

You sneaky little sons of bitches.

Now, that's a bait and switch.

Hey, dickheads.

- Go! Go! Go! - Move! Move!

Yeah, that was actually kinda messed-up.

What's with you and sexy robot guy?

- Mason? - Yeah.

There's nothing with us.

Please.

There's something with you.

When you look at him, I can't tell if you want to fuck him or kill him.

There's often very little difference between the two.

So... which is it with him?

It's, bang or bang?

What do you think?

I think both.

Seal this place.

No one comes in or out, or I will rip their head off.

What do we got?

He breached the network.

Shit.

Initiate full building lockdown, search surroundings.

Someone with a Sonic weapon is targeting us on three.

And if you see hutch...

you shoot him in the fucking face.

Shit.

Didn't I give you the earplugs?

No, you didn't.

- Hutch! - Go, go, go, go!

Hutch! Hutch!

Shit!

God, I'm hit!

Go get him, go!

Shit.

You mind if I sit down?

- Do I know you? - Tell me something.

What position would you call that?

You look embarrassed.

I wouldn't be. That's a hell of a performance.

- Yes! - What do you want?

You want me to put this away?

Did you get 'em?

Negative.

I didn't have a shot.

You have it?

All right, who's Edison?

Ha-joon yoo. Korean national born in '73.

Holy shit.

What, you know this guy?

He's one of the richest men in South Korea.

He was a former hacker that went private.

Looks like we're going to Seoul, guys.

Probably not.

In two days' time, it's the Greenpeace annual gala in winds or,

which is a significant date in the billionaire social calendar.

Ha-joon and his wife are huge contributors to Greenpeace.

So, can you guarantee

that ha-joon and his wife are gonna be at this gala?

Better than that, Mr. Chicken mcnugget.

They're gonna be hosting it.

Well, maybe he's not so worthless after all.

Yeah, I can speak French.

In fact, I think it's the state of his face.

He's got the head of an idiot.

Yeah, like I just said, I can speak French.

I think, I think it's the forehead.

You're right. He's got a prominent forehead, like a neanderthal.

I speak French.

Shut the fuck up, you guys.

We're meeting or lick in 30 minutes.

This one has a face like a bitch.

A fucking bitch.

We all speak French.

They should be here soon.

You started without me?

It's been a long day.

A long month.

A long 40 years.

Did you know the world used to be a place where things were very clearly defined?

Good and evil, right and wrong, truth and lies.

And we, as spies, were supposed

to soldier into the murk, into the gray,

and see things clearly.

But for the last eight years, I have not been able to see things clearly.

I don't know who's a threat or who isn't anymore.

Hasn't that always been the job? Not knowing?

Just trusting what we believe in

and putting a bullet through anyone who thinks differently?

I mean, isn't that what you trained me to be?

That bullet?

Yes, I did.

2,562 people were slaughtered in their homes.

What kind of person would do that?

Betray those people?

Do you have any idea?

No?

- Not a clue? - Not a clue.

I went to her because the agency was keeping my wife from me,

and she told me the organization I'd devoted my life to

had killed my father when I was a boy.

I said I'd help bring them to justice.

What the fuck would you have done?

Probably something that wouldn't have killed 2,000 innocent people,

but everyone's a Monday-morning quarterback, aren't they?

She took it upon herself to have them killed.

I had no idea who she was working for or what she would do.

Even after all that...

she didn't get the guy who gave the order.

It was an error.

Go on.

It was a miscalculation.

We were tracking a terror cell...

and our informant sold us out.

I was given the wrong coordinates.

"I was given the wrong coordinates"? That's the best you've got?

Because you killed my father, Bernard, and you murdered 342 u.N. Workers.

How are we not the same? How are we not the same?!

I made a decision to help others.

It went wrong.

You made a decision to help yourself,

to feed your vengeance.

That's how we're not the same!

So, where do we go from here?

There is an asshole that needs to be stopped,

and as much of an asshole as you are, I need you.

And whether you believe it or not, you need me, too.

How am I supposed to help you if I'm always looking over my shoulder?

Don't worry about it.

If I shoot you, it won't be in the back.

Don't kill me!

If you don't play it right, you won't learn.

Your turn.

What did you just do?

What will happen now?

You will beat me.

Yes.

What piece is this?

The king.

Look at me.

The king is the piece that you have to protect the most.

You cannot expose yourself like that.

But why?

Because the king is the most important piece.

Just with the king alone, you can still win the game.

But if you're the king, you can still win without me, dad.

Look.

The king here is you.

You are my king.

I am a pawn.

Doing everything to protect you.

Give me a kiss.

I love you.

Me too.

Fuck it.

Once more into the breach,

or fill my hole with your English dead.

Or whatever he said.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing, I'm in a good mood. Morning, Bernard.

- Morning. - Why are you smiling like that?

'Cause I'm a smiley type of guy.

You use more muscles to frown than you do to smile.

Who told you that?

A-A doctor.

- Which doctor? - A witch doctor.

You want to collect your barrel of geniuses?

Yes.

Come on, gather round, 'cause this is excruciating.

Here's our Mark, ha-joon yoo.

He and his wife will be cohosting the Greenpeace gala tomorrow night

at the Plymouth estate in winds or.

We get in, abduct him, we get out.

Mr. Yoo will no doubt have security.

We just have to scoop him before Paulo does.

How do we know Paulo knows who he is?

I'm sure he will pay a fortune for that intel very soon,

so, hutch, you and Celine, you're gonna neutralize the target.

You two are gonna carry out the exfil.

- Frank and i... - Francis.

Francis and I will be waiting outside to transport.

- Got it? - Yeah.

Just a couple of hundred billionaires, all with their own private security detail.

What could go wrong?

We've seen worse.

Aparna discovered Edison's identity.

Are you serious?

And?

Ha-joon yoo.

Wait, didn't we have dinner with him...

Saint-Tropez, last summer.

Seemed a little bit dull for a genius hacker.

He'll be in winds or tomorrow attending Greenpeace's gala.

I'm gonna send her in there to intercept him...

no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You know how I love a good party, don't you?

It's too dangerous.

The future is a ladder of chess moves.

Every day I get out of bed, I think, "what moves do I need to make today,

five years from now, 50 years from now,

to protect my boy?"

This is the move.

I would give my life for that child.

Yeah.

You very well may.

So...

tell me I'm a fool, then.

You are a fool.

Yeah.

Sometimes you have to risk your king.

It's the right move at the right moment.

And our resolve is unmatched.

Right?

I love you.

I love you, too.

Okay, we good?

- I see you... - that's great, yeah. That's-that's good.

Okay, you go.

Wait.

I think you're supposed to have your clothes on.

- I just... - Okay, all right.

Maybe try one that's, like, passport?

You ever get one of those passport photos?

You good?

Don't worry. Braga's a dead man.

Being on a mission to kill someone is...

spiritually draining.

That's why it's my mission and not yours.

I don't have a spirit.

- I can't get drained. - Yeah, but...

I don't like this mission for you, either.

I've made a career out of putting down scumbags and pricks.

Okay? It's all I'm good at.

And I actually really enjoy doing it.

Braga's one of those guys who forfeited his right to breathe

when he put out a hit on you

because you're a good person.

You're kind and... Yeah, you're a good person.

He's a piece of shit and I'm gonna kill him for you.

And citadel?

Citadel's just a means to an end.

I don't like lying to them.

Well, you don't have to.

I'll do all the lying.

Don't you think we should tell them the truth about Edison?

I mean to say, we're a team now, we all work together,

and if we start to lie to them or deceive them,

then we're worth no more than Braga.

We're talking about your life here.

That's just too big of a risk to take.

You understand?

Yeah.

There he is.

- What are you doing? - What are you doing?

We're married.

Married couples don't kiss.

Don't they?

Look around this room.

I could tell you who's married.

Married couples can't stand one another.

We kissed, when we were married.

- Did we? - On the boat to salerno.

We had a half bottle of gin,

we laid on the sundeck and we kissed.

That was perfect.

I erased those memories.

And I didn't even need you to backstop me to do it.

We weren't really married.

You actually have to know the person you're married to,

and I clearly didn't know you at all.

You knew the best parts of me.

- Why did you come back? - For Abby.

That's why Kyle came back.

Why did Mason come?

It was the right thing to do.

And now you want to save Abby?

- What kind of question is that? - An appropriate one,

for the audience in front of me.

Especially now that you know she's Celeste Graham.

Well, I knew who she was like I knew who you were.

Who I was.

She's not that person anymore.

She's the mother of my child and I love her.

You're not capable of love.

- I loved you. - No.

You loved that I loved you.

You loved the thought that I actually believed you loved me.

And that I thought you were actually capable of it.

You loved that I thought you were human.

And not some cipher or a fucking fraud.

- I loved you. - No, you didn't.

I did.

Maybe I still do.

They're on the move.

Staff only.

We're with, catering.

We're the pigs-in-blankets men.

Darren?

So, what do we do now?

We wait.

Are you married, Bernard?

I was.

What happened?

I fucked it up.

Quelle surprise.

My daughter was very young, and my wife and I were, struggling.

She wanted me to be around more, she wanted me to be more present

when I was around and... she wanted you to be normal.

Yeah.

And in our line of work, that's not...

in our line of work, there's no place for normal, 'cause normal is a cover.

- And normal doesn't exist. - Yep.

I met this woman.

I was stationed in Paris.

And I met her at chez I'ami Louis.

- You know the restaurant? - I don't.

It's incredible.

Anyway, I ruined everything.

You see, it's hard for a genius to be in love.

They think they should be alone.

They think they don't need anybody,

when, in actual fact, a genius is a genius

due to their ability to make the unreasonable seem reasonable.

And there is nothing reasonable about love.

Well put.

Wait, are you calling yourself a genius?

Well, I would've thought that was obvious

by my repeated use of the word.

I met mine in Moscow.

In chez McDonald's.

Have you heard of it?

I have, yes.

I ruined everything.

Bernard should be in position. Where's hutch?

He's on it. So why are you trying to play me?

- You're the one who's playing. - Please,

as if I can't see through

the "I'm still in love with you" seduction act.

Is it an act?

You can't be in love with two people, Mason.

So, why are you seducing me?

Into not killing you or letting you kill me first?

Either. Both, if it comes to that.

What right do you have to kill me?

You think you deserve to be alive more than I do?

Definitely.

You're a fucking monster.

- You're exhausting. - Please.

You slaughtered innocent people,

ruined so many lives, including mine.

You could've kept away from the agency after you had asha.

Let go of my hand, Mason.

But you didn't, you came back, you boarded that train.

I came back for you, you fucking asshole.

For what I thought you were, so you could be part of asha's life.

No. No, see, you came back because you missed it.

Because you want this life.

Because without it, you don't know who you are.

Your mother took your childhood from you,

you weren't gonna let asha take what was left.

You took what was left.

You took everything.

You know, I spent a lot of time wondering why I loved you.

I think it's because when I was with you,

I didn't feel like such a monster.

You know, when I was with you, by comparison,

I was doing all right.

Sexy robot looks sexy.

I don't see it.

What kind of man do women really want to hang out with?

A red-blooded, all-American,

shit-kicking, gas-guzzling, coors-light-drinking badass

like me, or...

a guy who looks like he listens to Phil Collins

while he irons his frickin' underwear?

Him.

Give me one good reason.

He's got silky hair.

A square jaw.

Blue eyes.

And he reads aquarius.

That's four, but I can keep going.

I've got a goddamn... Square jaw.

All right?

Hey, guys. How's it going?

You guys...

The more that guy talks, the worse it gets.

Hey, have you guys...

Could I... I-I've got some champagne here.

Could I give this to your guests?

- Sure. - Great. All right.

- Thank you. - Enjoy.

Here you go. Enjoy.

All right. Nice to meet you.

How long will this take?

Almost instant.

Boss. Paulo's looking for you.

Excuse me, darling.

I'll be back.

Let's go.

She is about to regret wearing that white dress.

Time to go.

I am.

Paulo?

Ha-joon, brother.

I'm so sorry to pull you away from the party.

It's such a good cause.

Greenpeace.

Protecting the planet.

Though, who are we kidding?

If we don't get our act together,

it isn't the planet that's gonna feel something, it's us.

You and your kids, me and mine.

And so, I wanted to steal a tight five with you to ask for your help.

- So set up a meeting. - Not that kind of help.

Please, have a seat.

Have a seat.

I know who you are, friend,

and I have a program that needs to be finished.

And there's only one person in the world who can finish it.

Edison.

They never expect a woman.

Who is that?

Hey.

I am no one.

But you?

You are Edison.

Come on, frenchie, time to go.

All these years...

your husband was the cover.

You always did strike me as an idiot.

It seems like I should be negotiating with your wife instead.

How much are they paying you?

What?

How much are they paying you?

I don't know what you're...

Three million.

For what?

Edison's identity and whereabouts.

How did you know?

'Cause you're a desperate man.

And you have a terrible poker face.

And you have a privacy screen on your phone.

- So what? - And you also seem

like a "highest bidder" kind of guy.

So I'll give you four.

- Okay? - Okay.

You do what I tell you and don't try to fuck me again.

- All right. - And you'll let me know

if anybody tries to outbid me.

Yeah.

Don't make a fucking sound.

Glad to meet you.

I want my wife.

What's happening?

Anybody.

We have ha-joon.

Coming down now.

We're ready for you.

Can we please just talk...

Drive.