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Car number six. We are moving.

4-Alpha. Repeat, 4-Alpha.

Window seat. His team's on all sides.

Copy that.

Speed?

Two thirty-eight kilometers per hour and holding steady.

You all right over there?

I do love capping me some bad guys.

Wait! Wait! Civilian in play.

I repeat, civilian in play.

- Clear. - Confirm.

Confirmed. Clear. Go to green.

Shit.

Are we shipping to the same place?

Yes, sir.

All right.

That was your best ever. I was impressed.

Where'd I hit him?

Neck.

On a moving train.

You took a video?

Yeah, I took video. Me and everybody else. Look.

- Delete it. - Henry.

Come on, listen.

Four shooters whiffed on this guy before you got the call, all right?

Four. All of 'em studs.

And you ring him up!

It was beautiful, all right? I got emotional. A tear fell.

Delete it.

I'll delete it. I'll delete it. All right.

Can't do this.

What's happening, brother?

You all right?

I got him in his neck. But I was aiming at his head.

Other lines of work, you can lose a step. Not this one.

You're still the best we got. Best anyone's got.

Believe me, I keep track.

Not a soda. Not today.

- Meaning? - Give me a beer.

Are you sure?

- Are you really retiring? - Yes, sir.

Then I'm sure.

Okay.

A lot of guys can shoot, Del.

They aren't you.

They don't have the history you do.

Yeah, I think the history might be the problem.

Oh, Henry.

We've been through a lot together, you and me.

Made the world safer.

I'm just not gonna trust a new guy like I trust you.

There was a kid, um...

beautiful little girl,

right next to him.

If I'm six inches off...

she's dead.

Understand?

This time...

I got lucky.

I didn't feel the shot.

Not like I should have.

Seventy-two kills, Del.

That shit starts to mess with you a little bit.

Deep down, it's like...

my soul was hurt.

I just want some peace.

So what do I do now?

Wish me well.

Good morning.

Hey. Where's Jerry?

Jerry retired.

Couldn't take any more of this bustling pace.

I'm Danny.

How you doing? Uh, Henry.

I owe you, uh, $23.46.

All right. Thank you, Henry.

So what are you fishing for?

Eh, peace and quiet.

And mackerel.

Heading out to Breecher's Point?

Oh. Is that what you recommend?

Well, seems like a nice enough day for it.

Not much of a "live and let live" guy, I take it.

I'm deathly allergic to bees.

You a student or just a fish whisperer?

Um, working my way through grad school.

Marine biology.

Mm. UGA, Darien?

Go Dawgs.

Well, you be careful around here.

There's some, uh, dogs out on these docks too.

Nothing I can't handle.

Well, I guess I don't have to ask how business is.

Could've been yours.

I only asked you ten times.

Hey, brother.

- It's good to see you, Henry. - You too, Jack.

What are you doing there? Feeling sexy?

Thanks for coming so quickly.

Of course. You still married?

Yep. Wife's on a shopping trip to Paris.

Son's in boarding school.

- You? - Nope.

No wife, no kids, no Paris.

Here's to the next war, which is no war.

...which is no war.

So what you got?

Recognize him?

Who's asking?

Your old friend who's afraid you're in trouble.

Do you?

I AMF'ed him in Liège.

They tell you who he was?

Valery Dormov, terrorist.

No.

Valery Dormov, molecular biologist,

who worked here, in the States,

for 30 years.

I read his file.

Bioterrorist.

The file was spiked.

I don't know by who.

- Why? - I don't know that either.

Where are you getting this from?

A friend...

from the other side.

All right, well, I need to talk to him.

Oh, sure.

Uh, Skype? FaceTime?

I need to talk to him, Jack.

Oh, what the hell.

He owes me.

I hope I'm wrong.

I just want you to be careful.

It's to make up for all the things I didn't do in my DIA years.

You think you didn't do that in your DIA years?

This guy.

They tell you who he was?

Valery Dormov, terrorist.

No.

Valery Dormov, molecular biologist,

who worked here, in the States, for 30 years.

You took a real risk contacting me.

I wish you hadn't.

What was I supposed to do?

I love you, brother.

You too.

It's a pity.

I always liked Henry.

Henry is DIA, Clay. He's one of mine.

He knows you lied to him.

We have a tail on him.

Standard protocol for retirement.

He'll be contained.

Contained? Henry Brogan?

He has Dormov's contact.

He's gonna pull on that thread

until he's pointing a gun at our faces.

What about his handler, the bald guy?

Patterson? He won't be happy, but he won't cross me.

He'll fall in line.

I'll tie this off.

Make it look like a Russian op.

You'll do nothing.

I'll tell my team that Henry's gone rogue.

I can handle this.

What, after you whiffed four times on Dormov?

No. You need Gemini.

I will not let you do hits on American soil.

You don't have anyone who can take out Henry Brogan.

I do.

We'll clean up our own messes. Thank you.

Everything that we've worked for is at stake,

thanks to your failures.

You have one chance not to screw this up.

Please...

surprise me.

Any luck?

Okay.

Most guys try flowers or a playlist they think I'll find romantic.

Are you DIA?

That depends. What's DIA?

Dance Instructors of America.

Did Patterson send you to surveil me?

- Patterson. - Del Patterson?

Funny coincidence, he was just here.

Look, you're burned. Your cover's blown.

Okay, well, I was just in the middle of a Marvin Gaye song,

so I'm gonna go back to that.

Name three buildings on the Darien campus.

- Really? - Come on, marine biologist.

Rhodes Hall, McWhorter Hall, Rooker Hall.

Now I know you're DIA.

Civilian would've told me to piss off.

Not a polite civilian.

You're good. You're good.

Where do you live?

What?

I want to see your place.

Excuse me?

Where I'm sure I won't find a single book on marine biology,

but I'm certain I'll find a big old folder on Henry Brogan.

Excuse me?

Okay, this has been fun, but I kind of have to do my job.

Sorry, sir. Um...

Yeah, I got the 30-foot bowrider.

- Okay. - Need some gas and...

Sir. One second.

Um...

I'm sorry. Uh...

Can I buy you a drink?

Why, so you can keep interrogating me?

No, I'm probably gonna spend the whole time apologizing.

Pelican Point? Sunday nights they have a great band.

Please. What time do you get off work?

- Seven. - I'm gonna also need a 12-volt bilge pump.

- Twelve-volt... - All right, I'll see you at 7:00.

Just leave the crazy at home, please.

All right.

Aw.

Sorry about earlier. Bad habits.

I don't trust people easily.

But I'm sure you don't either.

Why would you say that?

Where did you get that?

Twenty-five years of faithful service,

you make some friends.

Well, now I'm burned.

Toast.

Is Patterson running you?

All right, here y'all go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

Boilermaker's a cop drink. You got cops in your family?

My dad was FBI.

And, uh, pretty big on serving your country.

Uh, "was"?

Yeah, he died off duty, trying to stop a bank robbery.

Ah. Sorry about that.

File says you were four years navy, Fifth Fleet, Bahrain.

Yeah, I did love the sea.

Didn't love being stuck in a tin can with a couple hundred sailors though.

Hmm. Hey, beats a bunker in Mogadishu.

Mm.

So, then DIA,

Defense Clandestine Services,

recruiting, running assets.

Not a single demerit.

I mean...

So then the inspector general sticks you on a dock

to watch a guy who just wants to retire?

That doesn't bother you?

Well, this is adios, Henry.

It's been nice surveilling you.

I'll probably be sent somewhere else tomorrow.

Well, you want a ride home?

No, thanks, my apartment's just right over there.

Henry, why are you retiring?

I'm finding myself avoiding mirrors lately, so...

I'm gonna take that as a sign.

You watch your six out there.

You too.

Night, Toast.

You should come look at the stars, Jack.

Oh...

- We have to work on your kick. - Charlie!

- Concentrate, Henry. - Come on!

You're five now, and this isn't hard.

Now, try again.

Hi, this is Jack. I'm sailing.

Please tell me this means we're back in business.

Where are you?

- Ah, just some goddamn surveillance. - Get out of there, now.

Do not go home. Do not go to your girl's house.

Go to the bus station. Get a ticket in cash.

- Shit. - Do not use an ATM.

Go somewhere where nobody knows you.

You sure?

They're outside my window.

I'm sorry, man. I made you a loose end.

Come on, man. I'll be fine. How do I get in contact with you?

You don't. Don't contact anybody.

Especially anybody from the DIA.

And get rid of your phone now.

Nah, come on, Henry, man. Stop...

Marino?

It's not gun time.

It's coffee time.

Do you have a burn bag?

First tell me what you're doing here.

Somebody just sent a team to kill me.

And you're still asleep.

So that means you didn't know about it, correct?

No, of course not. I would've told you.

That means you're next.

Get dressed.

All the boats have dupe keys in the office, right?

Got a fast one?

Feeling the call of the sea?

Where is he?

You can tell me now...

Hey! Drop...

Bitch!

You can tell me now,

or you can tell me in five minutes minus your teeth.

But you're gonna tell me.

I counted three. How many did you bring?

Who sent you?

You can tell me now, or you can tell me in five minutes minus your teeth.

You good?

- It's Lassiter. - How do you know?

If you get on this boat, you're leaving behind

everything and everybody you've ever known.

Do you understand that?

Scared is good.

It means you're alert.

Never had anybody try to kill me before.

Yeah, well, the important thing is he didn't.

What scares you? Other than bees.

Drowning.

So this is you cleaning up your own messes.

Spare me the lecture.

It's like watching the Hindenburg crash into the Titanic.

Tell me what we're going to do about Henry.

Henry Brogan is like any other soldier.

When they're young and stupid, they believe anything you tell them.

Then they get older. They wear out.

Grow a conscience.

This is why we need a new breed of soldier.

Gemini will handle this.

- I'm sorry, I can't allow that. - I'm not asking your permission.

You want to go to your bosses?

I'm sure they'd love to hear about our little rogue project.

I'll make it look like a Russian hit.

You give Henry a state funeral.

Flag on the coffin, 21-gun salute.

You give a nice speech. Everyone cries.

He'll be remembered as a hero.

Life goes on.

- Not for Henry. - Oh, come on.

Mutts like Henry were born to be collateral damage.

Let's not pretend otherwise.

Do you have an asset in place?

I have the perfect asset.

- All right. - Just...

All right, I'm good.

You hungry?

Yeah, I'm starving, but those things expired three years ago.

Really?

Still taste good.

While he still had teeth, that guy said you were the rogue.

And you believed him?

99% sure he was lying.

That 1% sucks, doesn't it?

Henry, has this ever happened to you before?

Which part?

Your own government trying to kill you.

Nah, that's new.

You've been Agency a while. Can't you guess what this is all about?

Trust me, if I could, I would not be on this lovely vacation with you.

Well...

when I'm head of the Agency, we're gonna handle retirement very differently.

My man.

Baron Tours here to pick up Brogan, party of two!

- Good to see you, man. - You too.

Danny, meet the Baron.

Middle-aged reprobate and best pilot I've ever known.

Danny, Baron.

Hey, Toast.

Got your burners, as requested.

For now, you can hole up in my place in Cartagena.

You'd be anonymous and safe.

Uh, yeah, we're kinda in the shit here, man.

I think Jack is dead.

- Jesus. - Yeah.

- Anyone follow you? - Nah.

They will. Let's go.

- Can I have one of those crackers? - Sure.

Thanks.

Does he do this at home?

I don't think so. I don't know.

- Do you? - No.

If it's inappropriate to do at home,

...why would you think it's appropriate to do it in your science class?

I don't know. Probably because science is so wicked boring.

Hello.

Guess you really didn't want me to retire.

Henry, you're okay! Thank God!

Stop it.

Is Marino dead?

Yes.

Jack Willis?

It wasn't me. None of this was me, Henry. I swear it.

I trusted you, Del.

You still can. Let me call you on another line.

604-555-0131.

You got 30 seconds.

Um, hey, excuse me.

Could I borrow your phone for five minutes if I give you, like, a hundred bucks?

We'll start with whose idea it was

to send a team to Agent Zakarewski's apartment.

Was that necessary?

Also not my call.

She's working for the inspector general, not me.

- Is she with you? - Yes. Not voluntarily.

Okay, listen. This is not something I want to say over the phone.

I'm at my kid's goddamn school.

What the hell is all of this?

We have a problem.

Gemini.

Your old friend, working with Janet Lassiter and her people.

I can't stop them.

Okay. Dormov.

Did he have something to do with Gemini?

Dormov, the guy that you had me pop on the train

because you said he was a Russian terrorist.

Was he working for Gemini?

Once upon a time.

So you got me pulling triggers for Clay Verris.

Henry, I regret my lack of candor, but listen...

How many other times you do this to me, Del?

How many times you spike a file,

send me off to AMF somebody who didn't deserve it?

Never ever. This was a one-off.

I swear on my son's life.

All right, look, Agent Zakarewski is not a part of this.

Henry, we can fix this, I swear.

But I need both of you to come back.

To what, Del?

Okay. Gemini.

What do you know about it?

Privatized paramilitary owned by Clay Verris.

Agency does a lot of business with them. Is there more?

Baron and I served under Verris in the marines.

Uh, Panama, Kuwait, Somalia.

After he left the military, he started Gemini and tried to hire us.

We both told him no.

Except I was smart enough to move 1,500 miles away.

Yeah.

I blew that one.

Verris gets billions of dollars a year

to take out targets any way he sees fit.

That's Gemini.

Off-book kidnappings, tortures.

They're who you call when you need 12 Saudi princes to quietly disappear

or you want somebody to train your death squads.

Six weeks into sniper school,

Clay Verris takes me out on this boat about five miles.

Ties these weights to my ankles, tosses me overboard,

tells me tread water as long as I can.

And he didn't know about your fear of...

Of course he did. That was the point.

So what did you do?

I tread water for as long as I could.

And then I drowned.

Dead.

He fished me out, paddled my chest.

Told me I was now ready to serve under his command.

A toast.

- To the next war, which is no war. - ...which is no war.

No war.

We'll figure it out in the morning.

Right now we could use some shut-eye.

Sure. Uh, you folks want one room or...

Two.

Two. Two.

Well, yeah. I can put him in the garage if you want.

All right, two rooms will be fine.

Just giving you options. Okay, right this way.

Sniper. Rooftop. I leave, he's gonna follow.

I need you to go with Baron someplace safe. All right?

Shooter. On the roof.

You're a shitty houseguest, you know that?

How the hell did they find us?

She's good. She's really good.

She just doesn't know what she doesn't know.

Take care of her, all right?

All right.

Stop right there!

Who are you?

I don't want to shoot you!

Fine.

Don't shoot me.

Mind if I shoot you?

I could've killed you on the roof!

Maybe you should have.

Did they show you a picture of me?

Yeah. You look old.

Kid, you take one step closer,

you're gonna leave me no choice.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Move! Move!

Get out of the way!

Out of the way!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Who the hell was that?

Brogan.

Thank you, sir.

- Thank you, Captain. - No problem.

Your place is burned. Get me somewhere I can see him coming.

I wanted to go in there guns blazing,

but she thought the diplomatic approach made more sense.

Yeah, gunfire might've been kinder.

Great work in there.

What now?

I need you to get me to Budapest.

- What's in Budapest? - What's in Budapest?

Jack's informant, Yuri.

Uh, these guys aren't trying to kill me because I want to retire.

They're coming after me because they think Jack told me something classified.

Yuri ought to know about it.

I'm sorry, partner, my Aztec doesn't have that kind of range.

Well, I was hoping we would borrow something that does.

Maybe a G?

Whoa.

Taking someone's Gulfstream?

I mean, you'd really have to love a guy to do that.

I know just the feller. Give me a minute.

♪ Well ♪

♪ Way over town ♪

♪ That's good to me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I got a woman ♪

♪ Way over town ♪

♪ Good to me ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ She gives me money ♪

Henry?

Hmm?

Did you ever have a kid?

No. Why?

Guy on the motorcycle.

Did you notice anything funny about him?

I noticed he was very good.

Right.

And the face?

Similarity?

Yeah, I noticed that too.

So...

You never had a long-term relationship?

No. Not unless we count you.

Is it possible that you could've had a kid without knowing it?

No.

Mm-mm.

- Then how do you explain... - Danny.

All right?

Thank you, by the way.

For?

For leaving Baron's apartment so I wouldn't be a target.

Coming to get me in Georgia when you could've just run for your life.

I just wanted to put you on a private plane

and give you a free trip to Hungary.

Where I'm gonna find...

Hungarians.

Right.

When I saw him...

it was like I was seeing a ghost.

A ghost with a gun.

Like... every trigger I've ever pulled.

I told you to stay in Colombia and await orders.

I wanted to talk to you.

He's very good.

He's the best.

That's why I sent you.

He knew every move of mine before I made it.

I'd have him, right there, and I'd take the shot...

and he'd be gone.

Like a ghost.

Did you get a look at his face?

Not really.

I saw him up the stairs, through a dirty mirror.

I thought you were on the roof.

I was. He got a line on me. I had to jump down.

What do we always drill?

You hold the high ground.

You put his back against the wall, and you don't let him go.

I know that.

The whole thing was weird.

It was... wiggy.

How?

I don't know, it was as if I were watching it all.

Who is he?

Junior, this thing that you're struggling with,

this strangeness, it's fear.

Don't hate it.

Lean into it.

Embrace it and then overcome it.

You are right on the threshold, son.

This close.

You hungry?

Um, yes, sir.

Bowl of cereal sound good?

Yes, sir.

Go!

Grenade!

Thank you! That's it! Back up!

Hurry up! Everybody back to one.

Everybody back to one.

Back to one! Let's go!

- Lots of new faces. - Yep.

They'll be the first boots on the ground in Yemen.

Do they understand the rules of engagement,

or just, whatever moves, they shoot it?

They're elite. They're disciplined.

And if they get a clean shot at their target

through an apartment window, they'll take it.

You should think about that on your way to Budapest.

Henry's just landed there.

You're moving out.

Aniko?

Thank you for your time.

Here are the samples.

This I can do for you in two days.

This I need in two hours.

We got a meeting with Yuri.

He agreed to sit with us.

You all right?

I think I know why he's as good as you, Henry.

He is you.

What?

There's a DNA lab here. I gave them samples.

Yours and the baseball cap he was wearing.

He just... He looked so much like you, I thought he had to be your son, so I...

They did three tests.

Your DNA and his.

All three came back identical.

Not close. Identical.

As in "the same person."

He's your clone.

They thought I'd made a mistake, given them samples of the same person,

but I didn't.

He is you.

How's that even possible?

It's complicated, but it's doable.

All you'd really need is a surrogate mother and a DNA sample.

If they could clone a person,

you'd think they'd clone more doctors or scientists,

not me.

They could've cloned Nelson Mandela.

Nelson Mandela couldn't kill a man on a moving train

from two kilometers away.

Yuri.

Mr. Brogan.

Before we begin, I must confess,

I have admired your work for many years.

Wait. So you know who I am?

A longtime listener, first-time caller,

as they say in your country.

I would congratulate you on your retirement,

but your last job has loose ends, yes?

Yeah, well, my government lied to me then tried to kill me,

if that's what you mean.

Yes.

In Russia, we call that "Tuesday."

But Americans, it hurts your feelings.

So...

So why was Dormov trying to go back to Russia

and why was I sent to kill him?

Yes, down to business. Ooh. Very American.

You are a busy man.

We were both friends with Jack.

He was a good man.

I'm mourning his death, like you.

But the reason you are here and I have not killed you...

yet...

is we share a common enemy.

Clay Verris.

He lured Dormov to the West, funded his lab.

And now you have met the fruits of their labor.

Dolly the sheep was cloned in '96.

- But in '95... - I was the sheep.

Take it as a compliment.

And you are the only one.

With your DNA, Verris raised the boy as his own son,

trained him to be the perfect assassin.

So why was Dormov trying to leave?

For years, we tried to lure him back.

Nothing.

Then last year, they had a falling out.

Dormov got scared, reached out to me.

So, I...

That still doesn't explain why I was sent to kill him.

We have indications Dormov made a breakthrough.

Modified human DNA.

A path to mass production.

But Dormov wanted soldiers to be stronger, smarter.

Verris...

Verris wanted something else.

What something else?

Mr. Brogan,

you are the best at what you do.

But still you get tired. You have fears, doubts.

You feel pain, perhaps remorse.

You have a conscience.

This makes you human,

but suboptimal as a soldier.

Less than perfect.

Less profitable.

Clayton Verris is playing God with DNA.

He must be stopped.

If it's that dangerous, why not send a missile?

Blow up his lab.

That is what we're doing.

Except you are the missile.

I wish you luck.

Oh. One last thing.

Your escape from home two days ago?

Amazing work.

I was on the edge of my seat.

Wait. What?

How the hell do you know about that?

I'm a big fan. What can I say?

If even half of what he's saying is true,

we gotta talk to this kid.

You're not gonna be safe until you do.

Oh, so you think if your 50-year-old self showed up

and told you you were her clone, that would make you calmer?

Fifty-one.

- What? - Just saying.

You know you're 51, Henry?

- I'm rounding. - Right.

He's the mirror you don't want to look into, Henry.

But he's our best shot at getting to Verris.

Janet Lassiter?

Who wants to know?

Got a message for you, ma'am, from a man who transferred $1,000

into my Feathercoin account just to make sure you got it.

Does this person have a name?

His name is "$1,000 Into My Feathercoin Account."

"Hello, Janet.

Before you try to kill me again, consider this:

Your home address is 1362 Carrol Grove.

The security alarm code is 1776.

You awaken at 6:12 every morning

and stop for your decaf soy latte with an extra shot by 6:42.

Every night you stand in front of your huge living room window,

sipping a Jose Cuervo margarita,

with Forensic Files on the TV,

wearing your nice, comfy sweatpants."

This is Lassiter.

There are shooters at your ten and two.

Get up off of that chair, you will be AMF'ed.

Now, if I thought the world needed another me,

I would've had a kid.

The program predates my arrival at the Agency.

You must know that.

Yeah, perfect DC answer: Something goes wrong, duck!

Tip the bike guy.

You can go.

Now, I have your agent with me against her will.

Danielle Zakarewski.

She wants to come in.

Fine.

Like me, she is a patriot.

Unlike me, she still wants to spend the next couple decades

scoring touchdowns for you assholes.

Her safety is nonnegotiable.

Ten and two, Janet.

Decaf soy latte with an extra shot for Janet.

The only person I'll turn her over to

is the guy you sent after me in Cartagena.

Don't even think about sending anybody else.

Family reunion. Very sweet.

Yeah. Keep it up.

You'll be the first person I ever killed for free.

How quickly can you get him to Budapest?

Five minutes?

Good.

She'll be in the courtyard of the Vajdahunyad Castle

at midnight tonight.

Enjoy your latte.

What's AMF?

"Adios, motherfucker."

How the hell does he know we're here?

This is gonna work, right?

Yes.

How do you know?

I know his taste.

Wait, are you saying you're attracted to me?

Me? Now? Hell, no.

But the younger, less-mature version, maybe.

When I came for you in Georgia,

I didn't have to think about that.

It was instinct.

He was born with that too.

Besides, he wants me.

Right.

Lovely courtyard.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Before we go any farther, I'm gonna need you to strip.

Beg your pardon?

Need to be certain you're not wearing a wire.

Okay, first of all,

"ma'am"?

I was raised to respect my elders.

Take your clothes off, please.

Turn around, please.

I see you like to be thorough.

Caution has kept me alive.

Call his burner.

Thank you.

Brogan.

In 12 minutes, I'm putting two bullets in the back of her head.

Your orders are to deliver her safely.

My orders are to kill you.

Are you familiar with the Quartz Chamber of the catacombs?

Negative. We're doing this someplace visible, where I can see you.

Now you have 11 minutes.

Get dressed. We're taking a ride.

Cab was a smart move.

Where are you from?

Your formality, it's Southern.

You know, if you're gonna use me as bait and possibly murder me,

then the least you can do is indulge me in some conversation.

Just outside Atlanta.

You two have a lot in common.

I doubt that.

You'd be surprised.

You know, I started following him too.

Just like you're doing.

Then I got to know him.

He's got a big heart, like you.

What do you know about my heart?

I know that you have one.

And I know that it's telling you

that something about the job you've been given isn't right.

A job is a job, ma'am.

I wonder how much you paid the custodian.

Wow.

Left.

Undo the chain.

Basement.

You must really know the city.

I watch a lot of Nat Geo.

- It says "Off-Limits." - Ma'am.

Ooh.

Wonder how many people are buried down here.

Stand over there.

Go.

If you knock out all the lights,

how are you gonna see your own trip wire on the way out?

A grenade is no joke. I mean, I get the idea.

Darkness neutralizes his biggest strength, and close quarters favors you, right?

I mean, he can't throw a grenade without killing me too.

But what if he tries gas?

You know? Or some sort of sedative agent?

Way ahead of me. Gas mask and night vision. Very smart.

- Over there. - And zip ties!

These must be for me.

But can I ask you something?

Would you actually stop talking long enough for me to answer?

How much do you know about him?

Anybody tell you why they wanted him dead?

Guy cracked.

Killed eight ops in a single night and his spotter.

- That's what they told you? - That's what he did.

No. No, not exactly.

I was there the night all those operatives were hit.

They'd been sent to kill him, and me, by Gemini.

And not that it matters, but his spotter was shot in Virginia,

and the rest of those men went down in Savannah.

Henry can shoot long-distance, but he can't shoot that long.

Come on. Just think. Does that make any sense to you?

Do you understand what I'm saying?

It doesn't...

Better.

Fuck you!

Get up. Go.

Stay right there.

- Thank you. - Here.

You know how to light one of those?

Oh, Jesus, Henry.

Hey, thanks for the tip on the grenade.

You were talking to him the whole time.

Yeah.

You either search somebody or you don't.

And for the record...

I do not want to kill you.

But I absolutely will if I have to.

What did Clay Verris tell you about me?

Okay. Well, let me tell you about him.

Because I know Mr. Verris very well.

How'd he start you?

Hunting birds? Rabbit?

About 12 years old, moved you up to deer?

I'm guessing 19, 20 years old

the first time he ordered you to shoot a person.

Any of this ringing true?

Yeah.

He told you to "lean into your fear,"

because you were "a warrior, blessed with great gifts to defend the weak."

But he couldn't stop the noise...

that secret part of you that always felt a little different than everybody else.

Part that felt like a weirdo.

You don't know shit.

Kid, I know you inside out and backwards.

You're allergic to bees. You hate cilantro.

You always sneeze four times.

Everybody hates cilantro.

You're meticulous.

Thorough. Disciplined. Relentless.

You love puzzles.

You're a chess player. Right?

Good, too, I bet.

But you suffer from insomnia.

Your mind never lets you sleep.

And even when it does, it attacks you with nightmares.

I'm talking 'bout those three-o'clock-in-the-morning,

somebody-please-save-me kind of nightmares.

And then there's the doubts, and those are the worst.

You hate 'em, and you hate yourself for having 'em.

They make you feel weak.

A real soldier doesn't doubt, right?

The only time you ever truly feel happy

is when you're flat on your belly about to squeeze a trigger.

And in that moment, the world makes perfect sense.

How do you think I know all of that?

I don't give a shit how you know anything.

Look at me, dummy!

Look at us!

Twenty-five years ago, your father took my blood and he cloned me.

He made you from me.

Our DNA is identical.

He's telling you the truth.

Shut up.

He chose me 'cause there's never been anybody like me,

and he knew one day I was gonna get old and then you'd step in.

He's been lying to you the whole time.

He told you you were an orphan.

And of all the people in the world to come after me,

why would he send you?

Because I'm the best.

You are obviously not the best.

You got a hard-ass head.

Guess this was supposed to be your birthday or something.

I had to die, and you had to do it.

As long as I was alive,

somehow Clay's little experiment was incomplete.

That's the maniac you're pulling a trigger for.

Shut your mouth about him.

You're just trying to rattle me.

I'm trying to save you!

What are you, 23?

Still a virgin, right?

Yeah.

Dying to be in a relationship and connect,

but terrified to let anybody near you.

Because what if somebody actually saw who you are?

How could they love you?

So everybody's just targets,

and you're just a weapon.

Hey. Hey!

Hey!

Don't shoot him!

Don't shoot him!

Don't! No!

Drop it!

Drop it! I will shoot you!

No, you won't!

Get your hands off of him!

Let him go!

Right now!

I'm not you!

You hear me, old man?

I'm not you!

- Where is he? - He's gone.

- Did you hit him? - I think so, yeah.

- Where? - Shoulder, I think.

Then he'll recover.

Is that a good thing?

You know, it's not every day you see a guy get his ass kicked on two continents

by himself.

Where to?

Georgia.

It's where Verris is.

Man.

That poor kid.

He must be terrified.

And he's going home, walking into a buzz saw.

I need to get some sleep.

You too.

Mm-mm. Not me. That's where the ghosts are.

Sleep.

Tell me something.

Why is it so hard for you to kill this man?

You know how much I hate Big Hammock Park, Pop?

What?

Ever since I was about 12 years old...

we would shoot turkeys there for my birthday.

And I always hated it.

But I was an orphan, right?

So, how would we even know when my birthday was?

But you never seemed to notice, so we just keep going.

Okay, so, next year we'll try Chuck E. Cheese.

Yeah.

You, me,

and the lab guys who made me.

Oh.

Yeah.

I, um...

always believed...

you'd be happier not knowing.

Happy.

You know when I'm happy, Pop?

When I'm flat on my belly,

about to squeeze a trigger.

It's the only time I'm happy.

And this wasn't even a mistake.

It's not like you got someone pregnant

and then had to man up and raise me.

No, you made a decision

to have a scientist make a person out of another person.

No, that's not what it was.

That's exactly what it was.

Then you sent me...

to kill him.

Of all the shooters in the world, why would you send me?

He's your darkness. You had to walk through this on your own.

Maybe you're my darkness.

That lie you told me...

that my parents...

dumped me at a fire station.

And I believed that.

Do you know how that made me feel?

It was a necessary lie.

None of this shit is necessary!

You made a choice to do this to me.

Can't you see how not okay I am?

Bullshit!

You forget who you're talking to, Junior.

I've seen battle.

I've seen soldiers go over the edge

because more was being asked of them than they could give.

That's not you.

Your world is stable and dependable.

I made sure of that.

You have something that Henry himself never had.

You have a loving, dedicated, present father,

who tells you every goddamn day that you are precious and that you matter.

Jesus, the whole point of this thing was to give you all of Henry's gifts

without his pain, and I did.

Don't doubt, Junior.

You're better than that.

Come here.

I love you, son.

Just don't let yourself down.

Like so many of my encounters, it was short but sweet.

Thanks, baby.

There should be a truck here somewhere.

Don't move.

What was in that?

Bee venom.

No. No, you can't do that.

You can't do that. He's allergic!

Henry, can you breathe?

Henry, try to breathe.

- You okay? - Please.

Henry. Henry, can you breathe?

Please!

Try to breathe. Henry! Henry!

Breathe!

- Why are you doing this? - Come on, Henry.

- Why are you doing this? - Henry. Henry, breathe. Come on!

Hey, hey.

Breathe, Henry.

Epinephrine antihistamine.

You'll be fine.

I'm sorry.

I had to be sure.

No, it's all good.

This whole shit's been a little difficult.

I hate to break up the party,

but how the hell do you always know where we are?

They're tracking you.

Do you trust me?

They chipped you... during your surgery three years ago.

Verris.

You know him too?

Panama. Kuwait. Somalia.

Can you take us to him?

We need to shut him down.

Both of us.

You grew up in Philadelphia, right?

Yep. Place called "The Bottom."

The Bottom.

Tell me about my mother.

Helen Jackson Brogan.

Worked two jobs for 40 years.

That woman used to whup my ass.

- Did you deserve it? - Usually.

Does being angry and stupid

and never really trying at anything mean you deserve it?

Our father wasn't around much. He left when I was five.

And I think every time she looked at me, she just saw him, so...

I had to get the hell out of there.

Joined the corps.

First time I ever made any real friends.

Oorah.

Met Clay Verris there.

Found something I was really, really good at.

Time I left, I had medals on my chest,

she was gone, and... I had become this.

You gotta walk away while you still can.

- This is all I know. - No, this is all he taught you.

Stop now, you can still become something else.

Sure.

A doctor? Lawyer?

Husband. Father.

All the things this job gives you the excuse not to be.

I threw all of that away.

It'd be a shame to waste these gifts a second time around.

I'm sorry, what is your name?

It's always been Junior.

Clay Junior.

I don't really know anymore.

That's another really good reason to quit.

You sure about this?

I need to talk to him.

So, what happens when we get to him?

He's not gonna surrender.

It's him.

Can I talk to him?

I want to be the one to tell him we're all BFFs now.

Take it.

This is Junior.

Are you with Brogan?

Why would I be with him? You sent me to kill him, didn't you?

Doesn't matter. Just run.

What?

Run. Get away from him, now.

Junior, I just want you safe.

Why?

Because I'm your favorite experiment?

No, because I'm your father and you need to listen to me.

Run!

- Get out of the car! - Go, go!

Baron!

No!

Come on!

I'm sorry, Henry.

Move out. Go! Go!

- Chief Mitchell? - Go ahead.

Clay Verris. I need your units to stand down.

Sir?

We're engaging with a terror cell that has a weaponized biological capability.

All units, fall back immediately.

Federal authorities have been notified and are en route.

Affirmative. Keep me posted, Clay.

Yes, sir.

You gotta stand your men down now.

You did the right thing, Junior, walking away from him.

I did what a coward would do.

Makes me sick!

I was asking too much of you.

I can see that now.

He deserves better than a missile shot into his car, Pop.

It doesn't matter what he deserves.

He has to die.

Are you gonna call those goons off now?

No. But you can.

Just fire that. Take command.

Armor is weak at the joints. Eyes and neck are the kill shots.

Take right, I take left.

Muzzle discipline.

Watch your round count. You set, I spike.

- Ready? - Roger that.

- I'm out. - Take cover.

Set!

Frag out!

I am trying to make you a man!

I should've cloned myself.

"Loving, dedicated, present father."

Right side!

Go ahead.

Do it.

How many rounds you got left?

One.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

For what?

For getting you into this.

I was the one surveilling you.

Yeah.

Anyway, sorry.

Now let's fight our way out of this thing.

You're a great partner.

Thank you.

Sorry I ran.

Yeah, well, it's been a rough night.

How many more out there?

I didn't see any.

Verris?

Out of commission.

But still alive?

Yes.

Here.

- How bad is that? - I'm fine.

You're not.

Hold the elevated position. We're gonna secure an out.

Back off!

Don't you feel pain?

I don't know why you're so angry, Henry.

You were the inspiration for all of this.

You know where I got the idea? Are you okay?

Khafji.

Watching you go house to house, wishing I had a whole division of men

all as good as you.

Wondering if that could be possible.

You should be flattered.

You should be dead.

You saw what happened over there.

Atrocities.

Friends being sent home in a pine box.

Why should we accept that if there's a better way?

And look what we created.

He's got both of us in him.

Don't you think your country deserves a perfect version of you?

There is no perfect version of me.

Or him. Or anybody.

No?

He was on his way to Yemen.

Now, thanks to you, his place is gonna be taken by someone with parents.

Someone who feels pain, fear,

which we had edited out of him.

Someone with just as many weaknesses

as the terrorists that we're trying to kill.

And you're gonna tell me that's better?

So why not make a whole army of them?

Yeah. Why not?

Think how many American families we could spare.

Nobody's son or daughter would ever have to die.

No vet comes home with PTSD and kills himself.

We can keep the whole world safe without any actual grief.

So... who would I be hurting?

You're talking about people, Clay.

Henry.

This is the most humane thing that Gemini's ever done.

How many more of me are running around out there?

There's only one you, Junior.

He was a weapon.

You're my son.

And I love you...

as much as any father ever loved any kid.

I don't have a father.

Goodbye, Clay.

Hey, hey.

Uh-uh.

So what the hell are we gonna do, huh?

Gonna turn him in? They're not gonna try him.

They're not gonna shut down his lab.

We have to end this right now.

Hey.

Look at me.

Look at me.

You pull that trigger,

and you're gonna break something inside of yourself...

that'll never get fixed again.

Don't.

Let it go.

Give it to me.

You don't want those ghosts.

Trust me.

You should know better than that.

Surprised you give a shit.

Well, we can't be friends anymore.

Because you did let them try to kill me.

But doesn't mean I want to see you drink yourself to death.

The Gemini lab's been dismantled.

Cloning program is history.

And Junior?

He's untouchable.

No one will bother him, ever.

And we checked... There are no more clones.

What about you?

IG called.

I'm looking at charges,

but if I bury Janet, I can make a deal.

Well, she earned it.

I'm really sorry, Henry.

Take care, Del.

Yeah, you too.

And happy retirement.

Hey.

Hey.

Good to see you.

Uh, congrats on the promotion.

I hear they got big plans.

Well, after you, pretty sure I can handle anything.

- How have you been? - Good.

I just, uh, settled Baron's estate,

scattered his ashes in the Caribbean.

I don't know. All I want to do now is put some good in the world.

I just got to figure out how.

- Yeah, you will. - Mm-hmm.

You, uh, sleeping okay?

Ah, better.

- No ghosts? - Not like before.

Oh, and I actually looked in a mirror the other day.

- Really? - It wasn't horrendous.

Speaking of mirrors...

- Catch you later. - See you later, man.

Hey.

What's this?

This is you.

Passport, birth certificate, driver's license.

Apparently you got pretty good credit.

I love the name you chose.

Jackson? It was my mother's name.

Hey, she was my mother first.

Yeah, yeah.

Don't you "yeah, yeah" me, young man.

Come on. I know a great place for lunch.

So you settled on a major yet?

Oh, leaning towards engineering.

- Engineering? - Uh...

Yeah, you should listen to her.

Uh, if I were you,

which I sort of am,

I'd go with computer science.

Save that for grad school. You want to start in humanities.

- Okay, don't listen to her. - Don't listen to him.

You need a grounding in the classics.

Look, excuse me, I'm trying to talk with myself here.

Yeah. You're talking to yourself, but you're not talking to him.

Look, I just made a lot of mistakes when I was young...

And I'd actually like to make some of those mistakes myself.

What I'm trying to say is, I made them already so you don't have to.

- Yeah, but he's not you. - Okay. Everybody, chill the hell out.

I'm gonna be okay.

If you're okay...

I'm okay.

What?

I just can't believe that in 30 years,

I'm gonna look like you.

What? Please. You wish.

Boy, you better hope you look like me in 30 years.

This is 50-year-old,

mature man meat you're looking at.

Fifty-one.

I brush. I floss. I work hard.

When you're 50, I bet you won't be dragging your ass

around the track every morning like I do.

In fact, we can race now.

We can race right now. We'll take it to the corner right now.