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I need my assassin in ten days.

- That's impossible. - Ten days.

- You missed one. - Not you.

So what'd Braga want with you anyway?

He was forcing me to build

a mind-control program.

He wanted an instant assassin.

I want to see Hendrix.

Manticore is everywhere, looking for me,

Nadia, Carter

and you so they can kill us.

Nadia's got Asha with her.

She shouldn't.

A child needs their mother.

Hendrix is fine!

You had a mole within Citadel.

How could you possibly know?

I think you know

because you married him.

I'm thinking about meeting Karen after work tomorrow.

Do you want to come with me?

Uh…

I was hoping to meet up with the hunting team tomorrow.

You don't like her.

Abby!

You good?

Yeah, I'm good, I just…

I didn't know what to, um, do anymore, so…

Yeah, I got you.

How-how's Hendrix?

You'll see tomorrow.

Carter, thank you so much.

Don't…

don't thank me.

All right? Uh…

I owe you.

For what?

For lying to you.

Lying about what?

Let's go, all right? It's not safe in here.

Carter. Lying about what?

He didn't want you to know.

- Kyle? - Mason.

Know what?

Who you are.

You have… you have to run.

Shit.

Hide.

Go.

Go.

Where is Mason Kane?

Carter! They killed Carter.

I told you not to contact anyone.

- I was right beside him. - Abby, how many more

are there? It's fine, it's all right.

How many more are there, Abby?

Stay here. Stay there!

Kyle!

Kyle!

Kyle!

Abby!

Fuck!

What is wrong with you?

It was you.

Do it.

Dahlia's your mother?

You gave her all our names, our covers?

I didn't know.

They murdered thousands of us.

I didn't know who she was or who she was working for.

You murdered thousands of us!

And Citadel murdered my father!

They burned him alive.

I saw it. I see it.

They made me into this.

You took eight years from me.

Eight years with Asha.

Stay away from us.

If I see you again, I will kill you.

"John Mellencamp"?

What?

What do you mean, "what"?

You thought "John Mellencamp" was a good cover?

You thought that name would keep me undetected?

Why, is that a real person?

You don't know who John Mellencamp is?

No, who's John Mellencamp?

Oh, my God.

You just came up with the name on a whim?

- Just… - Yeah.

- I've got a thing for names. - Huh.

"Hurts So Good"? "Jack & Diane"? "Pink Houses"?

- * Little pink houses… - You're just…

You're saying a whole bunch of words that have no meaning to me.

♪ Little pink houses for you and me ♪ ♪

- No, that's not how it goes. - Nope. Got nothing. Sorry.

- Oh. - And, by the way,

if you want to pick your own name on the passport next time,

you supply the forger. How 'bout that?

Well, "forger" is a,

you know, very generous word.

Where'd you find the guy,

- Kinko's? - You know,

there's an old saying where I come from.

"Shut the fuck up and be grateful."

It's not too late to cancel your train ticket

if you want to find your own way out of this shithole.

All right?

Who's in Italy?

An old friend.

If anybody can put together my old team, it's him.

Fuck!

I leave for one fucking day!

A new table's already on order.

They're all different. Every marble table is different.

And I liked this one. That's why I picked it.

Is that blood on the wood?

The cleaners said they can get the bloodstains out, sir,

so…

I'll know it's there,

deep down in the cracks of the wood,

I'll always know.

Maybe we can replace the floor.

Charlotte, every piece of reclaimed wood is unique.

That's why you reclaim it.

It's the very definition of "irreplaceable"!

Fuck!

Who throws a grenade after all the men are dead?

- I don't… - It's excessive.

It is, sir.

I mean, men you can replace.

Not wood reclaimed from a Tuscan barn.

Tell me you fucking have something.

Yeah, he had help.

No shit, he had help.

And we found a grenade pin.

Yeah, there were grenades involved. I'm well aware.

American made.

The guy who helped him is former CIA.

Would you like me to get in touch with McCaffery?

Fine. Go.

How could Bernard do this to us?

- Relax. - How can I be relaxed?

We lost the one man who could build what we need,

and we have nine days.

We have everyone looking for him.

But we have options.

There's someone else who can fix this software.

A Korean hacker, some say better then Orlick.

But he is a ghost.

- Interesting. - Yes.

Where's Aparna?

She tracked Nadia Sinh to Frankfurt and she lost her.

Oh, forget Sinh.

Put Aparna on the Korean while you and I look for Orlick.

Mm-hmm.

Who the fuck is that?

That's Mason Kane's wife.

We have her.

Grandpa used to say,

"We're shit out of luck."

Are we shit out of luck?

Something like that.

He used to say you were the smartest person he knew.

I thought he said I was the bravest.

I lie. To motivate you.

I'm tired of being alone.

Yeah, well, get used to it.

We can't have anyone around.

Why?

Because I'm tired of being betrayed.

You know, when you were a baby,

I'd pick you up in my arms, rock you back and forth

and sing to you.

I used to sing the song over and over like a prayer…

…to whoever's listening, the universe, the gods,

because there's only so much a person can do.

There's only so much I can do.

But I realized that…

…no one's listening.

I was listening.

Put your hands where I can see them.

You're out of Campari.

What kind of Italian are you?

Bernardo?

Ciao.

That's not necessary.

Come.

You lost your phone?

My wife and kids are upstairs asleep.

What the fuck kind of cereal is this?

What's the matter, you Italians never heard of sugar?

It's like a bowl of croutons with milk.

It's disgusting.

What are you doing here, Bernardo? Eh?

I'm assuming you still work for Reuters?

- Si. - I need you

to put out a story for me.

For 25 years,

you fed me false intel to get stories written

that furthered Citadel's interests.

Yes.

And now you want me to help you?

Yes. If it weren't existential,

I would not be here. Remember, you got into this line of work

because you wanted to give a voice

to the voiceless. You wanted to help future generations…

You wanted to help future generations…

Boring.

Come on. If you gotta use so many fancy words

to convince someone of doing something, they're probably not gonna do it.

Look, buddy,

run the story tomorrow or…

I'm going to come back here and shoot you in the dick.

Okay?

What do you I-tals say?

"Ciao bene?" "Capisce?"

- Grazie. - Prego.

Let's go. It's not safe for you here.

Carter.

Lying about what?

I'm… he didn't want you to know.

- Kyle? - Mason.

Know what?

Who you are.

He didn't want you to know.

- Kyle? - Mason.

Know what?

Who you are.

Hey, Mom.

You look well.

For a dead woman.

- You're here to kill me. - Eventually.

First, I need you to help me find my wife.

Didn't we do this once before?

Didn't go so well last time, as I recall.

A lot of people died.

Where am I?

Where the fuck a…

Stop! That's fine. I'm fine.

Just…

This scar. They told you that was from

a car accident, yeah?

Is that what they told you?

What?

Who are you?

Ooh, better question: who are you?

My name is Joana Malvern.

It is a pleasure to meet you, Celeste.

Celeste?

I took it off a man who came for me.

Need you to decrypt it.

I used to sit right where you're sitting and nurse you.

You'd squeal and guzzle

and look at me.

Wouldn't let me out of your sight.

And for the first time in my life,

I realized what it was like to be…

A mother?

A prisoner.

Who took Abby? Where is she?

When did you realize I was never coming back?

Every morning, I woke up thinking you were gonna be there to take me home.

Every year, when I blew the candles out,

I wished for you.

Until I realized I was wasting my wish,

and I wished for a dirt bike.

I imagine that was hard.

Got the dirt bike.

Tell me what it says.

It's an encryption used…

by the Manticore families.

Is this Paulo Braga the billionaire?

And head of the wealthiest Manticore family.

Where can I find him?

Well, I'd wish you luck finding Braga…

…and your wife, but…

…maybe a bit of luck

has already come your way.

Bernard's still alive?

Yes, still kicking. When we pulled him from that van with a bullet

in his shoulder, he still had a pulse, unfortunately for him.

I guess he found a way out, though.

Rats always do.

I sort of like the new you.

I still fucking hate the old you.

They're all coming for you, love.

Braga.

Manticore.

And though you can't see it yet…

…your friends.

You think they'll ever forgive you for what you did to Citadel?

When they turn on you, which they will,

you would do well to have family watching your back.

That you?

"Family"?

We were in the same apartment,

heard the same explosion,

saw the man we both loved melt into his fucking bed.

I've done terrible things to you.

But I didn't make you this.

And I promise you,

you can trust me more than the man who did.

What are you talking about?

One man planned that drone strike,

gave the order that killed your father,

and I assure you, he won't hesitate to kill you.

Rats find a way.

Nadia?

Nadia?

What is it?

A single-engine plane

crashed into the Atlantic early this morning.

Killing an American tourist.

Brad Headmeaer of Townon, California,

was pronounced dead by French authorities.

Isn't that your friend?

It is.

We got to go.

- Hello? - Joe,

- listen to me. - Bernard.

I have three burners, ten seconds each, okay?

This is the last time you're going to hear my voice,

so take in everything I tell you, okay?

Wait, slow down…

Bernard, please…

No. Shh. Listen, Joe.

You stay put, you understand?

You stay put, you don't trust anyone, don't go anywhere,

keep the girls safe. You keep them safe and I keep you safe.

That's the deal. That's always been the deal.

Bernard, I…

Don't do this.

And when you see the stars falling from the sky,

you will know that everything is okay again, understand?

- Bernard… - And tell Val that I love her

and I'll always be looking out for her and you.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Joe? - Okay. I love you, Bernard.

I…