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Here's all you need to know.

They needed to help me find my wife.

Is this Paula Braga the billionaire?

And head of the wealthiest Manticore family. Where can I find him? Here's our

mark. Odd you knew.

He and his wife will be co-hosting the Greenpeace gala tomorrow night. We have

to get him before Braga does.

I have a program and there's only one person in the world who can finish it.

Edison. They never expect a woman. You are Edison.

Seems like I should be negotiating with the wife.

Don't make a fucking sound.

I want my wife.

Tomorrow, two bodies have been found in the house.

Turn that shit off.

This is a Jones, you twat.

Show a little respect.

This driver doesn't deserve respect.

Well, then your mother does.

Not my mother.

I came here tonight, didn't I?

You know, you had the voice of an angel.

Don't you remember?

Our last year in London, you were in the Nutcracker.

I mean, the chorus, of course, but... Oh, you could hear your voice above all

the other little imps.

You were a cherub.

Cute and round and... And you had a little solo.

God, your voice.

You really don't remember?

Not at all.

Well, that's a shame.

It's a good memory.

One of the few.

If he was here for us, he'd pull us over.

He's on radio.

Smile.

What?

Smile.

Easy.

The fuck did you just do?

Things change quickly when you have a man in the trunk of your car. He was a

kid. He was a cop.

There are cameras on every street corner. In no time, they'll identify the

make and model of the unmarked vehicle near the Plymouth estate at the time of

Paolo Braga's kidnapping.

And it won't be long before they use those cameras to track us where we're

heading. You want your wife back?

The boy had to die.

It's maths.

need like your father.

At least Kyle is.

Thankfully, Mason's here to get Kyle's wife back. At least he takes after me.

He's a fucking monster.

The thing about monsters is we get things done.

God, this was a mistake.

Coming back to you, trusting you again.

We never learn in this family.

What the fuck happened in there? Mason took Paolo.

He's gonna use him as leverage to get Abby back. The fuck could you let him

take him? Don't you fucking put this on me. You brought him back.

God damn it.

Touch.

Yo. Tell me you have Edison. We lost Edison.

No. Paolo just killed Edison.

That's not Edison.

It's the wife.

She's the hacker. What are you talking about? Now I'm confused.

I may have fudged the truth a little bit.

Fudged the truth a little? What?

That frozen eye of bitch to Ketson. We'll find her!

Dick.

We lose Paolo and this is over.

What the fuck do you mean he's gone?

Cain took him.

Where?

We don't know.

Is he hurt?

We don't know.

I want you to call in every fucking favor.

Metro Police, 10 Downing.

I don't give a fuck.

Call them all.

Yes, ma'am. Now!

Fucking idiots.

Your friends or his will find us here. I'd say we have.

Two hours till they do.

Why don't you go and clean up?

Where would Mason go?

He's laying low until they fly Abby to London and make the exchange.

But how did he disappear so quickly?

Coming in, there was a car parked.

Just off the road. It was a gray Fiat, but I didn't get the plates.

Well, I got some friends at the Met. They might be able to help with that.

You think he stole the car, or... Or someone else was waiting there for him.

Search all property records in London ever owned by a Dahlia Archer or a

Thomas Kane.

Yep, you got it.

Look at you bringing us back together.

Mending old wounds.

You know this is suicide.

How does this play out?

Get in touch with your people.

Make a trade.

I get my wife, they get you.

There's one big problem with the offer.

I don't even know if she's still alive.

It would be very bad for you if she isn't.

It would be very bad for you if anything's happened to her.

He has a son.

Must be what?

Ten by now?

Yeah.

I would bring him his wife.

I know you have little regard for children, seeing as you once tried to

kill your own.

But if you ever speak about my son again, I will burn you to death like

your husband.

We're out of time.

We need to call your people.

We need a number.

How do I know you'll hold up your end of the bargain?

You don't.

Number.

How do you want to play this?

There's a corner shop half a mile from here that sells prepaid mobiles.

You stay here, I'll make the call.

We have Edison now.

So all this, it's meaningless.

Unfortunately for you, I don't give a fuck about your satellites or the

assassin or anything else.

I'm just here for my wife.

And you really trust your mother to make the call?

Maybe she's negotiating for something more and will sell you out in the

process. At least she's not here negotiating with you.

So you don't trust her.

I've been looking for you for a while now.

And here you are.

Here I am.

I mean, you have to wonder... Maybe I wanted to be here.

Tied up.

Mono-mono.

To finally have a private audience with Mason Kane.

I felt a kind of... Kinship with you.

Kinship. We both have parents that wanted the worst for us.

I'd fucking applaud you if my hands weren't tied.

Do you want to give to your daughters, to your wife, a life worth living?

Mason, that's what I want for my boy.

I've been looking for you not to kill you.

I want to make you an offer.

You and I.

We can create peace.

A world free from war, violence, greed.

Isn't that what we want for our children?

For Asha?

For Hendrix?

Don't talk about my kids.

Not interested in your offer.

Who is this?

Joanna. Lovely to hear your voice, dear. Though you do sound a little stressed.

Listen, if you want him back, bring Abbey Conroy to London immediately.

This is you, Dahlia.

Well... When your kid's in a pickle.

Leave everyone on this.

We'll find you within the hour.

So I suggest you bring him back to us before we do find you.

I'll make sure that they don't... Make my death quick and painless?

No, you really are out of your depth you ridiculous twat.

I'll call back with a location.

Time to go.

Is that you, Chris?

How's it going, Frank?

Frank Sharp.

Sharp.

The name's Sharp.

Nope, it's not ringing any bells. Okay, that's fine. Nothing on Mason yet.

Hello, can I have Mr. Richard, please?

You let him get to you. It's Francis Sharp.

Yeah, I'll say it again.

Francis Sharp. I didn't. If you didn't keep your daughter's very existence from

him...

He never would have flown off the handle.

And he never, ever would have betrayed Citadel.

And we would not be in all of this shit.

You are to blame. You created him.

You did. What's the first rule of the agency?

Do not get involved with another agent. And you two were fucking around like it

was fucking spring break.

You compromised everything. Is your mother there?

Everything that I built, you compromised.

And had you not murdered his father and created him, maybe the agency would

still be standing today.

Why did you bring him into this, Bernard?

You knew he was a mole. You knew he was unpredictable.

He's the best killer I have.

You have five killers, including yourself and me, and that Paddington

bear-shaped motherfucker. So why did you bring him into this? He was supposed to

work!

He's still...

The things you build are flawed because you are flawed.

Is that you, Malcolm, you lazy-eyed bastard?

It's Frank Sharp.

He's hung up.

Oh, no, he's back. Frank Sharp.

No, he's hung up.

You always did have a temper.

What'd they say?

Can I get off the ground now?

Go and pick up your mess.

Thank you.

They're en route.

We should burn the car, steal another one to transport him. You'll probably be

better at that than me.

You got him?

Don't worry.

Gorgeous young men like him don't excite me like they used to.

Yes, I've got him.

Hugo.

Time's ticking.

Did you charm him with your wiles?

That's right.

Good to see you again.

It's been a while since you signed my death warrant.

You're looking more and more like your father.

Oh. Chen Chen.

What's in it for you?

Helping him.

Oh, um... Love.

Love?

Maybe I wanted to make amends to him.

I was a manticore mole in the highest echelons of British government.

He knew what I did.

He could have posed a threat.

So you wanted him killed.

I had something greater to protect.

I was helping to build a safer world.

Where the things that happened to my family, to good innocent people, would

never happen again.

That's why I built Manticore. You built Manticore to set the world on fire, just

like they did to your husband, so the world could know your pain.

My father rescued you.

I'm here to help my son.

But I don't have you gagged, do I?

Is that Claude with the curved cock?

Good. It's Frank Sharp.

Yeah. Yeah, that Frank Sharp.

I'm good. How are you?

Listen, I need a favor.

I need eyes on the Plymouth Estate, Windsor. It's a grey Fiat, around 10.20

this evening.

You can thank me later.

Well, you haven't done anything yet. Except finally get someone to remember

your name. Fiat 95, grey, yeah.

That's it. The Plymouth Gallery to Croydon.

Okay, thanks very much.

Your camera's lost a car on the outskirts of Croydon, but it's

definitely there.

Okay.

Here.

37 St. Anne's Way.

I'm in here, love.

What's this?

Well, I'm starving.

You must be famished.

No?

I thought it would be nice, you know, a little, um... family dinner.

Not sure when we'll get the chance again.

Come on. I'll be landing in an hour. Sit.

Eat.

I remember this smell.

Your chicken.

It's favorite.

Smells never leave you.

Chicken cacciatore.

Drugstore perfume.

Burning flesh.

The moment I met your father, I knew he was the love of my life.

It wasn't an act or a decision.

It just was.

He was brilliant.

And intoxicating.

And certain.

And he was dishonest and cruel.

And small.

And I loved him.

Not because of all.

Despite those things, but because one to one.

I was his and he was mine.

And here you are risking the woman you love for the woman you married.

I love Abby.

Do you?

She's my wife.

Doesn't mean that you love her.

Nadia?

You're fucking with me.

Excuse me?

You're fucking with me.

No, dear. I'm... Yes, dear.

I'm simply not. I can't... Did you make a deal with him?

Of course not.

He tried to kill me.

Yeah, you tried to kill me.

A few times.

We entered negotiations, but...

A deal I didn't make.

Eat up.

And then I'll call Joanna.

And you can get him ready.

Smells just like I remember.

You're looking more and more like your father.

Not a shred, but me.

You're making a mistake.

Under the Hamer's Bridge.

East End.

4 a.m.

Don't be late.

So you tried to cut a deal with her?

No. I didn't try to cut a deal with her.

She tried to cut one with me.

But it didn't make.

Isn't that what she said?

I'm playing with you.

I wanted something she wasn't willing to give.

Or maybe she gave it.

Is that your father?

Do you often think of him?

No.

I dream of my father sometimes.

It's the same dream.

We're in the ocean, off the coast of Saint-Louis.

It's just him and me.

And we're drowning.

The boat is out in the distance.

Closer and closer the boat comes And just as my father

realizes that the boat sees us Will save us

I Push him

under the water Hold down his skull

Until... It goes...

It

was

cancer that took him.

Not in the dream.

Pancreatic.

Never thought that fair.

Not that it took him.

Just... I wasn't the one to do it.

I heard once that... We become our true selves...

When our father dies.

I suppose you had a lot more time than me to figure out who that is.

Your father was a saint.

What was that like?

I'm done talking about my father. Why?

I find it so interesting that your father was killed with

hundreds of others.

And then you killed thousands to avenge his death.

Do you think he will be proud of you? Of what you did for him?

Is this how you think you're gonna get to me?

I don't think you have any intention of following through on your end of this

bargain.

I think I leave here... ...dead man.

Show your place.

flat rate didn't work earlier I'm thinking maybe guilt could

We can remake the world the way your father saw it. I told you I'm done

talking about my father.

Because he would be ashamed of you?

That you're his son?

Because he would be.

I'm giving you a choice.

To absolve yourself from what you've done.

To reject what you are.

That's why you became a spy, isn't it?

Because it was the only way to hide your true nature, your true soul.

It was survival, wasn't it?

To hide even you from yourself.

Because if you saw what you really were, you wouldn't be able to go on.

You brought only pain and death to everyone who loved you.

And your daughters will grow up and they'll have to spend the rest of their

lives scrubbing themselves of any residue of you so horrified that they're

yours.

that they'll dream about drowning you out in the ocean and wonder why the

world didn't allow them the chance to kill you themselves.

Oh god.

Bob? Bob!

This was Grandpa Arthur's chair, right?

I remember him. Bad breath.

How'd he die?

He shot himself.

To spite my mother, who loved him.

And did it in that chair to spite me, who loved that chair.

You may have just killed your wife.

What are we gonna do?

What size suit you wear?

Lights are on.

Still warm.

Not a bad cook.

Yeah. Addison's gone.

They flew her out.

Oh, no change of plans. I'm speaking now. Charing Cross Tube Station, old

Platform 3. Ten minutes.

Bruna. Bruna.

Bruna. Bruna.

Don't program. Don't program.

Don't program. Don't program.

Once you've got her, get out of there.

No matter what happens.

Just keep her safe.

Understand?

And if this exchange happens to go pear-shaped, you be sure to make way for

Mason.

We're gonna need every bit of him.

I don't think there's much of Kyle left.

Looks that way.

Let's do this

Thank you for this.

Stop that!

Joe, don't pull anything.

No one's doing anything.

Where's Mason?

If someone has to keep eyes, I'm certain you're doing the same.

Just the two of you.

Slowly.

Just know, I go, he goes.

She's not fucking around.

Shut up!

Okay, let's just relax.

Girl walks to me, then I let Paolo go.

No.

You let him go first.

No, that's not happening. I'll kill him where he stands. And I'll kill her. I

will fucking do it! Help me!

Same time.

What's my guarantee, dear? What's mine, Dahlia?

Your smart moves.

Always a pleasure, Dahlia.

All right, go.

You're safe now. Am I?

I told you to go!

Fuck off.

Down!

Ow!

You okay?

I'm fine.

Abby, you okay?

You mean Celeste?