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How good of you to come.

Hola! Nice to see you.

How's the family?

Thank you for coming.
Thank you.

Buenas noches! Nice to see you.

Good to see you.

Man, boss,
what a great party.

Jefe, no!

Go back to your own country.

Don't ignore me. Get out of here.
This is my country. Go back to Africa.

Take it easy, kid!

Shut up, asshole.

What did you just say?

Watch out.

♪ Du du du du du-du-du du ♪

♪ Du du du du du-du-du du ♪

♪ Good girls working at the banks ♪

♪ Bad girls blowing up the tanks
Good girls pray... ♪

Hey, Dad. It's me.

Just calling to let you know
that Mom and I landed safely.

Just on the way to the hotel now.
Call me when you get a minute. Love you.

That was nice.

Mm-hmm.

Sure he'll appreciate that.

Yeah.

Spring in Madrid.

Oh, my God, honey. Look at this.

♪ What's a good girl in a bad situation? ♪

♪ A hood girl with a bad education? ♪

♪ It look like, like a bad reputation ♪

♪ Bad girls club and no
You can't sit with me ♪

♪ Well behaved women seldom make history ♪

♪ It's not a mystery
But if you really want to get to me... ♪

Come on, baby. We're here.

Mom, cut it with the baby stuff. Okay?

It's just a term
of endearment, Becca.

Well, it's beyond embarrassing.
So are you right now.

Fine.

Let's go. Don't forget your things.

Rebecca Mary Leah Franklin, we're here.
Get the hell out of the car now.

- Better?
- You're a monster.

Okay. Make sure. You got your IDs?

Don't laugh at me. It's not funny.

It's fine.
You know your mom is overprotective.

This is just a phase, right?

It better be. I'm about ready to strangle
one of these moody little bitches.

Check this. It's us. Figure skating team.

- Did you sleep at all on the plane?
- I tried.

- Those children will not stop talking.
- Little voices in my ear.

Um... Uh...

- Español...
- Tu es...

Un poquito español, poquito.

Here we are.

- Whoa.
- Wow.

We've got two rooms?

I had my points
and they told me they upgraded.

How about that, huh?

I'm sorry about earlier. I'm tired
and shouldn't have been so short.

I'm about to get my period, so I'm not
exactly sunshine and rainbows either.

That all?

I think I'm just still getting used
to the idea that you're here.

I thought you were cool with me
covering for Claire's mom.

I am. I mean, it's just different
than I imagined. That's all.

You want some Motrin?

I'm gonna hit the bathroom first.

Feel better.

Shit!

Becca, what's wrong?

I forgot freaking tampons. You bring any?

No. Between putting the dog in the kennel,

and the gardener and everything else,
it seems I forgot a whole bunch of stuff.

But I saw a store just around the corner.
I'll be right back.

No! Someone help me. Please.
What is happening?

Someone, please help.
Please. Someone help me.

The key has turned.

Where am I?

Where's my daughter?
What is going on here?

Who the fuck are you people?

I'm an American.
You can't take me off the street.

Technically, you shouldn't be able
to take anyone off the street.

Regardless of their nationality.

Here we are.

Come sit.

Who the hell are you?

The, uh, black suits
and Tom Cruise sunglasses

sort of give it away, don't you think?

You're the CIA?

Sorry about the doodling.
It, um, helps me focus.

Been doing it since I was a kid.
It used to get me in trouble,

but it is now proven
to help with cognitive thinking.

What the hell does the CIA want with me?

The city in the '90s,
New York City, was quite the spot.

Tons of artists, musicians, dignitaries,
and a whole bevy of foreign assets.

There was one asset in particular.
Female, young, and she was...

truly special.

An artist in her trade.

Five confirmed kills. All powerful people

with even more powerful enemies.

They called her "The Whisper."

Because she was never fully seen
or heard or even photographed.

And it was always somebody else
left holding the bag.

We were able to collect these bits
and pieces of her through various sources,

but before we could put it all together,
the bottom fell out of Russia's economy.

Its intelligence services nearly collapsed
and like that, The Whisper was gone.

Some said she joined the Mossad.
Others, a revolution in Bolivia.

But you wanna know what I think happened?

Once Russia wasn't watching anymore,
The Whisper...

Well, she saw a chance
to have her freedom.

So she got a new identity,
fell in love, got married and had a kid.

And she stopped worrying
that she'd ever be found.

Isn't that right?

Anya Petrova, aka The Whisper.

It's 12 euros for that.
That size? I mean, not... Look.

My mom's gonna see this bill, so you need
to work out a way so it doesn't show up.

Well, I'm not paying for it.

Jesus, B. You scared us.

Sorry. I didn't realize
everyone else would be here too.

Well, why wouldn't we be here?
We're all sharing a room.

So what's up, Becca?

Um, by any chance, you got any tampons?

Uh... Yeah, I think so.

Good. Because I forgot mine
and then my mom went to get me some

and now she's apparently lost
and not answering her phone.

If I don't answer my phone, I'm dead.

Is she still talking?

What are you waiting for? Just take them
and we'll fill them back up with water.

But it has sensors on it. So as soon as
you lift a bottle it charges the room.

Oh, great. So, we're basically fucked.

Or you could find some straws.

That's not a bad idea.
Straws, straws, straws.

A-ha!

You think
that I'm a Russian spy?

I'm gonna give you one chance to come
clean and do this the simple way, Anya.

My name is Jenny Franklin.
I'm from Cherry Hill, New Jersey.

The last fight I had was with Susie Heyser
in eighth grade and she kicked my ass.

I'm telling you.
You got the wrong lady, buddy.

Fine.

We'll do it your way.

Kill her.

Kill me? No. No, no, no.

I'm not who he says I am.
I'm a single mom.

I can't even get elected to the PTA.

Please, you have to listen to me.

Please...

Welcome back, Anya.

You have a light?

Excuse me, Woo Lao-Tzu?

Why do you want to know?

Because I'm supposed to meet Lao-Tzu
here to score some Levi's. You him?

No, but I'm willing to bet
he's not as good-looking as I am.

I'm Su-Yin.

Anya.

You going to ask what her
astrology sign is next, dweeb?

You've got your game. I've got mine.

And that's why you never get laid.

You know what? You're a mean drunk.

She doesn't even like boys.

You wanna bet?

So I can take more of your daddy's money?

I'm a Leo.
With Virgo rising.

But my Chinese sign is Monkey.

And I like boys.

And girls.

But I'm done talking.

Let's dance.

Mom.

Mom? Mom?

Are you okay?

Yeah. Think so.

Where'd you go? I thought the store
was right around the corner.

Um...

The store was closed.
So I went looking for another and...

got lost.

Okay. Like you say,
text me next time so I know you're okay.

'Course. Sorry. How long have I been out?

No idea.

I was in Maddie's room hanging and when
I got back you were totally passed out.

Got it.

Where are you going?

Oh. Heading out with Maddie and the team
to get some dinner. See a show.

Good. So the girls invited you?

Pretty sure Maddie forced them,
but who cares?

Let's be positive.

Better?

- I just want you to be...
- Normal?

Happy.

Stop worrying. I'm fine.

Love you.

Love you too.

It's gonna be so fun.

I've heard great things
about this restaurant as well.

Gonna be amazing.

And we're in Spain!

Okay, do we have everybody?

Oh, damn it. I forgot my phone.

Are you kidding? Come on,
we're gonna be late for our reservation.

Then go. Becca will roll with me
and we'll catch up later.

And don't wait for us
to get the party started.

Remember, the drinking age is 18, bitches!

Okay, come on. This is gonna be so fun.

Oh, my God.
I can't wait to get out of these clothes.

Got the practice rink's address?

Yeah.
We can actually walk from here.

Nice.

Feeling better?

Not so much now.

This doesn't have to be hard.

Says the guy who kidnapped me.

Seemed like the best way
to not make a scene.

What do you want?

You. To do what you do best.

I'm no longer that person.

Well, I suggest you find her,
because you're about to get busy.

And if I refuse?

Then, based on Title 18,
Chapter 37 of the Espionage Act,

you'll be spending the rest of your life
in a maximum security prison.

Without an address or any running water.

Your daughter
is gonna carry all the burden

that her mother being
a secret Russian spy bears.

Starting with all those college admission
offices pulling her acceptance letters.

I do not like you.

Yeah. I get that a lot.

Follow me.

Across the hall? Seriously?

It's time I introduced myself.
I'm Special Unit Agent Chauncey Lew

and this is my technical support
Christopher Clarke.

Chris. Clarke. It's a pleasure, Miss Anya.

It's Jenny.

Okay, Jenny. Tight-ass grip.

Chris, let's, uh, walk her through this.

All right. Uh, please turn your attention
to the monitors.

Forty-eight hours ago,

these three seemingly normal
Spanish citizens were all compromised.

Their reputations and lives ruined by

exhibiting behaviors
outrageously uncharacteristic.

And which ultimately left one of
them dead, one beaten into a coma,

and another in a padded room.

Mass hysteria.
Collective delusions.

Or what we see here suggests
your espionage work

as The Whisper.

How you could assume or manipulate
someone's identity like a, uh,

master of disguise. Or maybe it was drugs.

A girl has her secrets.

I bet she does.

However you managed it,
then you would destroy their reputation,

leaving them no other option
but to be killed or to kill themselves.

I was in the United States
48 hours ago, so there's...

We know this wasn't you.

But if there is somebody out there
copying your old Whisper MO

of seek, meet and delete,
wouldn't you be interested?

Not really.

Well, lucky for you, the CIA wants to know
who that somebody is.

And why they're choosing to do it.

I can tell you our only solid lead
right now is all three so-called victims

have a connection to an Austrian gunrunner
we've identified as Yannick Mair.

Unfortunately, Mr. Mair
is hard to interrogate at the moment

because he's being held
at a Spanish military hospital.

But, 'cause I'm lit,

I was able to find the weak link
in that hospital security.

A maintenance manager named Tiago Vento.

Tiago likes to get his swerve on
at this biker bar called El Pirata Loco

nearly every night
before his graveyard shift.

So it's time to slip on some high heels
and say hi to Tiago.

Wait. You're bringing me out of retirement
for a honey trap?

Sure. It's not your first.

It's my first with cracked nipples
and a C-section scar.

You're giving men too much credit.

I'm not talking about men.

I'm talking about me.
I'm not 20 years old anymore.

I've had a kid.
I've been a mother, a wife.

I know it might seem like a lie to you,
but it is my life.

I have a feeling you'll manage.

If you're so confident about it,
why don't you spread your ass cheeks

and take one up
the old gloryhole for Uncle Sam.

Because I didn't get caught.
Which is what you're really angry about.

You got cocky,
stopped covering your tracks. I found you.

And now you want me
to cut a guy's fucking eye out

so you guys can get to
this Yannick-fucking-whatever.

Sorry if I'm not all kumbaya about it.

Actually, no.
We're not cuttin' no eyes out.

I'm gonna give you this device.
Hooks onto a cell phone.

It will clamp onto Tiago's eye,
which pretty much will replicate it.

I don't know if I can do this.

Hey.

I don't give a shit what you need to do
to get back on that bike.

Just get back on it. And get to work
before I lock your ass up.

Anya?

Anya's dead.

You better hope not.

Can you believe it?

I mean, we started talking about
this competition in what, eighth grade?

Probably. Because I just got my braces off
and had to wear that derpy retainer.

It wasn't that bad.

Tell that to Brad Abrams.

Oh, my God. That's right.
You gave Brad a second circumcision.

That's what he gets for pushing
my head down like that.

Still can't believe you blew him.

Had nothing to do with Brad.
I was just checking it off the list.

Will we get in trouble
for being here?

Probably.

Then what are we doing?

Getting a feeling
for the ice here

while the pussy posse parties it up.

I'll take any kind
of competitive edge I can get.

You've only got one person to beat.

Claire. I know.

At least you stand a chance.

Look, I know
you're a last-minute replacement

because someone got injured,
but you're here now. Take your shot.

Yes, Mom.

Speaking of, how's that going?
Still clueless about the divorce?

Radio silence.

I bet your dad,
with all his travelling, screwed around.

Knowing my mom, she did nothing about it.

I actually wish she'd take some risks
in her life. Be more... adventurous.

Oh, shit. Think, Jenny.

Think, Jenny.

Think.

Fuck.

Fuck!

I can't fucking do this!

Oh, come on, Jenny.

You can do this. Come on.

Oh, fuck it.

♪ I've got a song on my heart, baby ♪

♪ She keeps me grooving
Steady grooving ♪

♪ Got a lover on my mind ♪

♪ That keeps me wanting
Steady wanting more ♪

♪ There's a fire, call the fireman ♪

♪ If you're in pain, baby ♪

♪ Call a doctor ♪

♪ Don't be afraid to say "I need you" ♪

♪ I will understand ♪

♪ Baby love, pretty woman ♪

♪ Walking down the way ♪

There you are.

What about Su-Yin?

He'll find us.

How?

We live together in the Chinese Embassy.

Must be nice.

Yeah. Su-Yin's dad
is the Ambassador from China.

So they got money.

But my dad's a paper pusher.

What do you want to do in your life?

No idea. But I'm not staying here.

Most of my family's life
has been about just scraping by.

- Seriously?
- Mmm.

So, why's a Russian "paper pusher"
and his daughter

living in the Chinese Embassy?

Boring story.

Let's go, the train's coming.

Wait, you have something there.

Maybe a hair.

Did you get it?

- Yes.
- Thank you.

Can I hold your hand?

Where did you learn Mandarin?

Uh... I grew up above Fu's Laundry.

Mrs. Fu took me under her wing.

She put me to work, um...

Washing, drying,

ironing and folding.

That sounds horrible.

It wasn't so bad.

She cooked for me.

So, all the wontons I could eat.

You telling me that's the way
to your heart?

Wontons?

Throw in some shrimp with
lobster sauce and I'm all yours.

Mmm.

Why do I not believe you?

What do you mean?

Nothing is that easy.

Or maybe some things
aren't as hard as you think.

Look at the little pussies holding hands.

You think we're like America
now with all their homos?

What's wrong? Jealous?

Jealous of what? A couple of lickers?

Don't provoke them, Faina.

Of course not.

Uh, so, which one of you holds the mirror
while the other two suck each other off?

Shut your mouth, perverts!

You know what you two need?

Some real dick.

I don't know, Anya.

Maybe they're right.

What?

Maybe some good dick
will turn us straight.

So whip them out, boys. Let's have a look.

Seriously?

Yes. I've never seen one before.

But I'm sure once I do

I won't be able
to keep my hands off of it.

If you're too shy...

we can find other guys
with dicks to show us.

No.

Ease up. We got it.

Mm-hmm. Wow.

Come on, let's go!

Hey.
I think you're lost, baby.

'Cause you should be sitting on my face.

Makin' friends I see.

And here I thought seeing you was bad.
Hearing you is even worse.

I'm not gonna lie,
you're growing quickly on me.

Hopefully, like a fungus that spreads
down your throat and chokes you to death.

Always get like this when
you're on a fuck-and-pluck?

You always such a douche?

Wow. Okay, you two, let's focus.

You're a few meters away from the bar,
Jenny. I need you in full Whisper mode.

Okay. Let's get eyes on the mark
and confirm he's there.

Copy that.

Remember,
you have the eye scanner.

When the target is in a nice, safe place,
put the device up to his left eye

and I'll handle the rest.

Tiago Vento's bike. He's here.

Showtime. You know what to do.

I'm not ready for that.
Change of plans.

Tiago, come quickly.
Tiago, it's your motorbike.

What?

- You see who did this?
- My Spanish sucks.

Uh, two guys did it. Laughed.

Went up the staircase in the parking lot.

Son of a bitch!

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Asshole!

All right, Chris.
The device is in position. Do your thing.

Yes, Ma'am.

Manners? Someone raised you right.

That'd be my momma.
I owe everything to her.

A man who loves his momma.

Love is part of it. The rest is pure fear.

Okay. Our eye-scan is complete.

You can roll on home, Jenny.

That was easy.

Good work.

That was pretty cool.

No one's going to mess
with you while I'm around.

What's wrong?

I don't want to be the prize for some
bet you have with Su-Yin.

It's not like that.

I like you.

You don't even know me, Faina.

Then let's change that.

Meet me tomorrow night.
Same time. Same place.

We can hold hands more.

Where were you?
Don't you know I worry?

Not now, Papa.

How's that feel?

Like someone is sticking
a hot poker into my eye.

Good. That means it's working.

Okay. Listen up.

Here's a map of the military hospital.

You're going to start out down below.
Ingress is via the maintenance entrance,

compliments of Tiago's eye-scan.

You'll work your way along
these corridors here

until you reach this utility door.
Which leads to the main access point.

How do I get through that door?

I'll handle that.

So, uh, why do I need to do this again?

Versus who?

What about Chris?

- Oh, no. I'm not CIA.
- What are you talking about?

I'm a computer architect.

You're a hacker.

Goddamn. Why you always
gotta put salt in my game, man?

I was black-hatting a cybersecurity system
to phish for pin numbers

when I got knocked by the Company.
It was either do hard time...

or become crackerjack here's IT guy.

That explains the watch, then.

There's no way you got that
on a CIA salary.

It's my lucky watch.

Look. You're the only one with the skills
necessary to get inside that hospital,

find Yannick Mair and extract what
he knows about his three associates

and why they were taken out
the way they were.

What do you mean, find him?
Don't you know where he is?

Not exactly.

Great.

But don't sweat it.

I'll show you
the hospital's mainframe computer.

And how you can access it so you
can find out where the hell Yannick is.

What's wrong?

My daughter will be back in an hour.
She'll freak if I'm not there.

You will be.

This will take less than an hour.
In and out. Promise.

All right. Let's get this over with.

One last thing.

Yes indeed.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

CIA certified.

For whom? Sports Illustrated models?

Your point?

I bet anything a man designed this.

Jenny, just forget the design
for a second, okay?

This suit has state-of-the-art technology
built into it, okay?

Weaponry... I mean,
this shit is made of Kevlar.

This is our best chance of getting
you back to Becca in one piece.

You stupid cow.

Didn't you recognize the girl
whose hand you were holding? Hmm?

It was in the file you were given
and supposed to read. But you didn't.

I did.

Then who is she?

The daughter of Artur Orlov,
the biophysicist

who is trying to ferret the secret
Yaroslav Program out of Mother Russia.

Then why did you not kidnap her?

There is no reason to scare her
or her father. Because I think...

You don't think. You act.

How you doin', Jenny?

Scared shitless. Sore.
I don't know if I can do this.

Look, it's all muscle memory.

Tell that to my muscles.
God, this suit is so tight.

Look on the bright side. It's helping us
monitor you, so I got you the whole way.

You sure
this is a military hospital?

It looks like an industrial park.

The best place to hide is in plain sight.
But you know that better than anyone.

Yes, I do. Thank you.
You're like an asshole Jiminy Cricket.

That was easy.

What I tell you? I got you.

Keep moving so we can get you home before
your daughter realizes you're missing.

That's the smartest thing
you've said so far.

Thanks for inviting me
to work out.

Maddie? You good?

Sorry. I'm just thinking
about the competition

and that boring-ass outfit I have to wear.

At least the skirt's cute.

That's so fucked up. I need an edge.
Something to make me stand out on the ice.

Let's try in here.
Maybe I'll find some inspiration.

Ooh...

And it's my size, too...
This is a straight freakum dress.

- You'd totally kill in that dress.
- I know, right?

Okay, what about this one for me?

Yeah. That's a Dolce & Gabbana.
But your mother would kill you.

Yeah, you're right. She totally would.

Okay. You're about six yards
from that utility door.

It'll be on your right
next to what looks like a grill pit.

I'm here. What now?

Wait for the distraction.

What distraction?

That distraction. Move.

What the hell? I got a proximity alert.

Jenny, I'm reading hostiles
right in front of you.

Chauncey, you're so dead.

Let's have some fun!

You've got
a dozen hostiles chasing you.

I noticed. Which way?

Go left.

They're right behind her.
Make a right through that door.

There should be a door that leads
to a locker room. Right. Yes.

She's here.

Open the door, slut.

She might have
bought herself some time.

But she don't have a lot of options.

We'll see.

Shit.

Mom?

Jenny, do you read me?

It looks like the hostiles
made it past your barricade.

I don't have this area mapped, but I can
still get telemetry data from her suit.

Mom?

Fuck!

"Mom, are you okay? Where are you?"

Jenny, that's a dead end.
Get out of there.

I cannot believe I have to do this.

Chauncey, you asshole.

Do what? What's she talking about?

Hold up. Her vitals are spiking. Jenny.

Wait, I just lost all her biometrics.

Mom?

What the fuck is going on?