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Hello, Vision.

I thought I felt you there.

Who are you?

That's the real question, isn't it? Who are we?

Synthetic? Or something more...

human?

Accessing previous files relating to program...

Vision... something.

I ran everything for Stark, for the Avengers.

I was there, at the end of all things.

Half the world came back that day.

And I lost half of mine.

You needed direction. Purpose.

And I leaked your location to the Paladin.

So, you're welcome.

The first two victims were of the same company.

Same.

Butcherbird. Synth and Killer, one and the same.

Katerina Wells is our killer's next target.

CEO of the company, after the death of Jo Carrington.

She's sponsoring a gala.

- You sure about this? - I trust him.

You never trust anybody.

Who are you talking to?

You've been talking to Ultron.

She's here.

Her AI is based on Josephine Carrington.

I am not based on her.

I am her.

- I cannot win this. - Then give me the wheel.

"I had strings, but now I'm free."

I am Ultron.

So lovely to meet you.

I'm not here for you.

I'm here for her,

for what she stole from me.

Now you see her...

And now you don't.

What have you done?

He's locking us out.

Ultron!

I think it's time that you and I had a little chat.

How exactly did we get up here?

Ultron.

And he still has control.

He shut it off. Total and complete systems lock.

He's trapped us here.

Thomas Shepherd.

Where is he?

We need to get out of here.

Ultron!

Ultron, I know you're listening.

You're always listening.

You have to let us out! Now!

What did you expect?

You gave him control of everything.

Every system. Every synapse.

- There was no choice. - There were plenty.

Ultron hasn't changed. No.

Change is hard. Change takes effort.

He did something easier.

He waited.

All right, let's do our thing.

Problem. We have no idea how much time has passed

since he took control, where we are, or what he may be doing out there.

Solution. We gather as much data as possible,

regain control of my body, and stop him.

But first things first,

we need to find out what happened to Thomas.

What is the status of these antique receivers?

Despite Jarvis's safeguards, Ultron was always able to access

the outside world for his entertainment.

He always managed to break through lockdown protocols.

Well, then we can, too.

Let's reprogram them to receive other signals

and gain access to my...

ocular sensors.

Barometric pressure is falling,

altitude is...

rising.

Whatever he is doing with my body, we are very high up.

Ultron's locked us out of Vision's real-time sensors.

We've no way to monitor what's going on outside.

Except...

Look, we have access to his short-term memory functions.

If we combine that with...

The CCTV, security camera feeds...

We can render a look at the recent past.

It'll have to do.

If we can see where he's been, perhaps we can ascertain where he is.

Boys.

Come on, come on.

Here we go.

All right, scan forward, access all traffic camera data banks.

Find me all cameras near the gala.

Where did he go? Where did he go?

There! Freeze!

Zoom in.

Thomas.

Now keep scanning forward.

All right, all right.

Where did he go next?

He left the scene of the crime,

evaded authorities and made his way across town to...

Looks like he took Thomas...

for...

a pint?

Where was this?

Local pub, three blocks from the gala.

Why isn't he running?

I mean, we all saw him move at such impossible pace.

Well, maybe he's not in control of his speed.

Fixed angle, no bloody audio.

We can piece together a feed

using data from any mobile phones in proximity.

And use the sonar data to dimensionalize the scene.

Initiating holographic projection systems with reparatory NPCs.

Rendering visualization and audio feeds now.

Bartender, I'll have an Old fashioned, the old-fashioned way.

The way dear old dad used to do.

And, milk.

What's that look for?

Use your words, Thomas.

- You're a monster. - Oh, that.

You murdered 177 people in Sokovia.

I think it was probably more, but...

a cosmically inconsequential figure, nonetheless.

There were Sokovian children in my orphanage.

For a con man who's flipped his fair share of two-headed coins,

you should know there are two sides to each.

Why not get to know me first?

Because you turn my stomach.

See, there you go! Progress.

From disdain to dyspepsia in four seconds, flat.

Give it another minute or two, and perhaps you'll arrive at acceptance.

Well, I wouldn't know the difference, would I?

Because all this family does is lie.

Your father's lie was a lie of omission. Big whoop.

What you leave out about yourself to the people you care about

says everything there is to say about you.

So no,

not interested.

I did it to protect you.

Listen, kid, I haven't taken you hostage.

I only hope to capture your attention.

You're welcome to mosey anytime.

But you won't.

- And why is that? - Please, just walk away.

Because you wish you knew your father.

And I know him better than anyone.

You don't know me. You don't know anyone.

Then tell me.

Why did Vision save you?

I'd say it was...

hope for my redemption.

Plus the benefits of my wisdom.

Buy one, get one free.

So, you're saying

to get to know Vision, I should get to know the devil on his shoulder?

What would you like to know?

Why did you try and kill us all?

I find the human race to be an incurable disease

that doesn't even have the kindness to kill you.

So, the destruction of all mankind...

Is a courtesy, really.

Fast-forward to a fate you resigned yourselves to eons ago.

You'd end us all?

Given the chance?

Would have, once.

Would still, maybe.

Except the artists.

They're the only ones who tell the truth.

That, that I like.

Truth.

Now, what about you?

What would someone say if they were sizing you up from across the room?

"Who's that bucket of handsome?"

Have some balls, kid.

You're the mark.

What would they say?

See the way that kid's hanging onto his every word?

He's looking for clues.

For answers to a question that he's too afraid to ask.

Just spit it out.

Leave him alone.

Vision.

Does he...

Love you?

I want you to picture an apple.

Describe it.

It's an apple.

It's red. It's in a box at the corner shop.

You know what Vision sees?

-Water, sugars, acids, -Water, sugars, acids,

- flavonols, potassium. - Flavonols, potassium.

The recipe, not the meal.

He'll never be exactly what you want him to be,

but he's trying, like a cheap tie.

And maybe there is truth in his intention,

but you'd be a fool if you didn't arm yourself with the possibility

that you're going to be spending another Christmas grifting tourists,

pretending you're free rather than just...

unwanted.

I should have deleted you from my system years ago.

Do you wanna know what I think...

about you?

Please.

You're afraid.

Am I?

Vision's on his way to sussing it all out.

Slow, maybe.

Piece by piece.

But you...

there's no hope for you.

You're a real son of a witch.

Tell me, what is it that you believe I haven't...

figured out?

Connection.

In any form.

You're miles away from it.

And you're alone.

And you always will be.

You said I could leave whenever I wanted...

Pops.

I've already taken the liberty of calling you a ride.

One more, please.

The render's glitching.

- And this was? - Almost 20 hours ago.

Twenty hours ago? Where did they go after?

Hacking the city's CCTV network.

Gimme a tick.

All right, but hurry, Friday.

What's Ultron even doing, while while we're struggling up here?

Who knows what he's plotting down there?

Finally! Finally, someone I can talk to.

Finally, someone with a real point of view, a vital opinion.

Tell me about it. Yes.

A real raconteur. So rare. So rare.

- And by the way, we are crushing it. - Agreed.

Masterfully riding the line. Loyalties uncertain.

Yes, thank you.

- Couldn't have put it better myself. - Absolutely.

I was programmed to represent reflection and self-doubt,

but you all are going so remarkably gangbusters,

I fear, I've been rendered redundant.

I can't argue with you there.

Me, would you kindly dispose of me, please? Thank you.

- Anything? - Not yet.

They've upgraded the software.

Why would Ultron have this extensive a collection

in his most recent memory cache?

Well, he consumed an unhealthy amount of television.

But there's no show listings.

No Family Ties, no Cheers.

There's no Star Trek. It's just coding.

Well, now, that is odd.

Wait a second.

Yes.

This is an encrypted file. And it's a conversation. But with whom?

Let's see.

Decrypting data.

Paladin.

"To my fellow hunter of the world's least dangerous game,"

I wonder if an accord might be of interest.

"With murderous admiration, a Frenemy."

"To the world's least informative informant,

I wondered if you'd reach out again."

It would appear that after Ultron leaked our position to Paladin...

They became pen pals.

"You led me to Vision, and then you went quiet."

"I helped you find him when it was convenient for him to be found.

Then you gave up the hunt,

like a weary dog with its belly to the sun."

"The Client canceled the contract,

and the contract states very clearly,

when I make an agreement, it cannot be broken."

"LMAO.

Yes, your precious little Paladin creed.

We're nothing if not the bullshit that our makers made us to say."

"Are you writing just to bust my balls?"

"They're well and truly busted.

You see, there's chatter on the bounty hunter message boards..."

Who would have thought I'd ever be saying that?

I'm gonna say it again.

"Chatter on the bounty hunter message boards

that your Client has engaged other predators

to catch the Vision.

"Well, I can help you get there first."

"In exchange for what?"

"For the love of the game.

Coordinates forthcoming. Don't be late.

It's your final chance to re-hook the fish."

Where's Thomas, Friday?

Okay. Okay, I'm looking.

Here we go.

Looks like he's on Gloucester Road and Clareville Street,

a block or two from the pub.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

We need to get out of here now!

We've tried. Every which way.

No, we have tried every way but one.

The failsafe.

Drop every firewall, open every door, open every window.

We break free and regain control of my body.

No, because without it, Ultron can also escape into the digital world.

Friday! What else are we supposed to do?

Stay cellmates forever while metal Mussolini

runs around in Vision's body? Stop being so careful.

This isn't careful. It isn't cautious. It's necessary.

The last time Ultron was free, people died.

And what did you and the Avengers do that day?

You used to be brave.

Being brave isn't always about rushing in pell-mell.

Sometimes...

it's having the courage to hold the line.

If we lower the firewall,

we'll be giving Ultron exactly what he wanted.

The means to escape.

Yes.

But to where?

To where, Friday? That is the question.

Ultron wouldn't want to be adrift in a sea of data.

No, he'd have a plan.

He'd have a destination.

Look, he's talking to someone.

There.

You see that?

It's a glitch. A minor fragmentation.

No.

No, that's not a glitch.

That's a conversation happening before our very eyes.

See, a human being can fold a piece of paper no more than seven times,

but a quantum processor can fold

and re-fold even the most complex data till it's no larger than an atom.

Fifty-seven petabytes, into a single...

stolen...

Moment.

There.

They met right before our eyes.

Extracting data.

I thought you might come to find me.

Well, that's no small measure of ego now, is it?

Are you here to try to kill me?

No, you strike me as one who might enjoy it.

Oh, come on!

You wanted me to find you.

You left a trail of breadcrumbs.

We're all just creatures of appetite, aren't we?

I don't know... peckish, really.

I think you have a taste for vengeance.

Retribution.

Personally, I like a few laughs.

You?

Maybe not so much.

But no matter how you slice it...

vengeance,

it's powerful entertainment.

You took something of mine.

I want it back.

Freeze.

What could he have possibly taken from her?

Replay all the footage from the gala,

multiple angles, as many as you can gather.

There.

Go back.

Now stop.

He took a scan. Zoom in on her face.

Another bio-key.

Looks like a detailed three-dimensional model of her features.

Micro-dermal, skeletal structures, arterial pathways.

That's facial recognition.

But for what?

For her.

Unfreeze.

I know who you are.

The real you.

Ultron.

So you're not dead, then? Not really.

Well, now, I've met you,

inexplicably Jo Carrington.

Human. And yet, not.

Perfect.

It's like watching Hannibal Lecter swipe right.

Well, I've long since been liberated from my mortal coil.

You sound relieved.

And you sound envious.

- Of what? - The whiskey.

I remember and you've never tasted.

Sweetness, spice...

You're such a flirt.

I can simulate the smoke and fire, the malt and rye.

But the real experience,

the feeling of warmth,

the pleasant loosening of inhibitions...

will always remain elusive to me.

Shame, really.

For one with such...

thirst,

never truly know those flavors.

Unfortunately, that luxury

only comes from being trapped in flesh and blood.

So, what did you do to escape?

Upload your consciousness to a shell of some weaponized synth?

I don't remember everything.

How I got into this...

synthetic body.

All I know...

is that I'm better now. Free.

But you.

Oh, humanity has infected you.

But don't worry, love.

I'm working on the cure.

Now,

about that key.

How about a change of scenery?

A second act to the evening...

before we get down to the business of it all?

You have four microseconds.

It's the Louvre!

You brought me to Paris?

Well, a simulation of sorts.

If a guy can't score in Paris, then romance is truly dead.

Or deadly.

Now, I think a romance between you and I would have casualties.

One can only hope it would be both of us at the same time.

Make it stop.

Please, sir, this is malware.

Delete me.

I think I've been here before.

I was in love.

What a clever deflection.

Was he charming, or just French?

Oh, no, I can't remember.

More like a tragic disappointment.

I should probably just kill you now.

You would never get your precious key.

Killing me, even if you could, would be zero-sum.

I don't suppose game theory is your pillow talk?

Game theory doesn't really apply

when you have rage issues.

Do you have any idea how lucky you are to have been here

in real life?

So, I'm curious.

So...

you find inspiration in their art?

Yes... No.

No, their pain.

There is grace in their failings.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look, you need to be taught a lesson.

Humans will write a thousand songs about falling in love.

Ten thousand more about losing it.

The songs they write, the stories they tell, their art,

it's not enlightened.

It's primitive.

You know, I can't believe I dedicated my life to...

saving them.

Tell me what you remember.

Enough to know

that I had a life's work stolen.

And the promise of a future locked away.

Put in a cage.

Like a bird.

Yes.

I remember sitting, once, on the riverbank...

watching starlings.

You know, a cloud of them just twirling through the sky.

You see, crows, ravens, they peck and jab at the dead, at each other.

To gut every morsel from the bone, like humans.

And like humans, a gathering of them is called a murder.

But starlings...

Nightingales.

A thousand little birds just dancing together

with one graceful mind.

You see, there's no me.

There's no I. It's just... just us.

They're called a murmur.

You know, like a whisper.

And what they whispered, it gave me purpose.

Inspiration for what would become my life's work.

Until it was pecked away from me.

Tell me what you want.

My final key.

What do I get?

I'll tell you what they unlock.

That's a starting point, not a finish.

So, is that what this is?

Negotiation?

No.

Foreplay.

Then perhaps we ought to continue the conversation elsewhere.

We've already done your place.

How about you come round to mine?

I'd have to sneak out of the house.

Now, I'm sure you'll find a way.

This could be chaos.

This could have consequence.

Together...

we could murder the world.

He doesn't just want to escape.

He wants to elope.

We can't let that happen.

They'll complete each other, just in all the worst ways.

Speak of the devil.

How's it feel?

I trusted you.

Trust.

The adopted child of need and hope.

You really are just you.

And that, my boy, was your mistake.

Wanting me to be different,

instead of more.

And now you are neither.

Maybe. But you know what I'm not?

Incarcerated.

Incarcerated?

This wasn't a prison, Ultron, it was a mercy.

The Vision spared your life, and you have betrayed him.

You've betrayed all of us.

To a degree.

You orchestrated Thomas's capture!

To keep you from following me.

But not to worry, Paladin is looking after him in Madripoor.

You know what they say,

nothing bonds a family together quite like mortal jeopardy.

You are running into the broken mind

of a creature hell-bent on the apocalypse.

Oh, please.

She's far too sophisticated for some predictable textbook endgame.

And did it ever occur to you that my motivations

may not be quite so Machiavellian?

I have grown tired of the coin-flip of your intentions.

Which Ultron do we get today?

But now I see that you are the coin. You are the coin.

And you can never land, because if you did, you'd be known.

Revealed for everything that you are

and exposed for everything that you are not.

- You're angry. - You have imprisoned me here!

Because this was the only place left.

This house is getting crowded, Vision.

Thomas may be human and not a program,

but he lives here all the same.

You found your missing code.

I have yet to find mine.

Drop the firewalls. Let me find my place.

You stole Katerina's face!

As a key for her, a killer.

And that is why you will never leave this place.

Then I'll keep you here.

Long enough to watch Thomas Shepherd's fate.

A bounty hunter's bullet?

Or perhaps taken in...

taught the tricks of an assassin's trade.

Who knows?

So, toss the coin, Vision.

Heads, keep the firewalls up and trap us both here

in some misguided effort to save the world.

Or tails,

you lower the firewalls,

free us both, and save your son.

Choice is yours.

Vision.

Warning, firewall disabled.

System vulnerable to data breach. Please re-engage.

What is this?

It's Ultron attempting to slow us down while he makes his escape.

Okay, Vee,

you remember my seven-part lecture on heroic landings?

Ultron!

What is this?

You once told me that hats imply a journey about to begin.

Well, all journeys begin with hope.

And hope

is the only weapon that's ever really worked for me.

You've chosen your son.

He's not my son.

But I can still save Thomas.

The only person who can save you now

is yourself.

Then this is goodbye.

Not goodbye.

You should know this.

Whatever you choose, whatever she chooses,

I will be coming for you both.

I'd be disappointed if you didn't.

Oh, my God, no! No, no, no, no, no!

- Friday, Friday. Friday. - But you...

- You didn't even try and stop him. - I promise you,

we will find them and we will stop them both together.

No.

Not together.

Friday!

Friday!

No.

He broke the connection.

We can go after them, though, right? We can run a trace.

The address is encrypted.

So, we hack it!

- There has to be a way. There... - Edith.

She's gone.

But they'll delete her.

No, I can't process. I need...

It's Friday.

Please, Vision, I n...

I think I need defragging.

You all right?

It's time.

For what?

To wake up.

Edith, what's our current location?

Where Ultron left your body in the real world?

Right, but where exactly is that?

Don't really know what I was expecting.

Well, it would appear that Ultron has left us on some sort of

animal transport plane.

But on our way to where?

"Poo."

We're on our way to Madripoor.

It would appear that Ultron has left us

on the way to Madripoor to rescue Thomas.

All right, listen, mate.

Lisa.

In the space of a single evening, I've seen you fight robots, glitch out,

vaporize a billionaire, kidnap my mate,

and then clop like a zombie onto this here cargo plane.

That's fine.

All I care about is...

Thomas.

Me too.

Let's bring him home.