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[Martian] I�thought�I�could�let�you�go.
Make�it�all�easier�for�you. For�me.
[Sami] I�have�to�go.
[Grandma] Maybe�she�has�a�plane�to�catch.
[Grandpa] With�no�luggage?
[Henry]� Dr.�Blake�is�over from�our�psych�department,
here�to�evaluate�mental�health
-across�the�Department. -Sure�you�are.
How�many�of�Coyote's�sources have�we�notified?
I�contacted�a�fourth who�sounded�spooked.
It's�Alexei�Orekhov.
We�need�to�exfiltrate�him�now.
You�really�think he's�that�unstable?
Nope.�I�think�we�can�use�him.
[Naomi]� You're�being�sent to�Tehran�to�identify
Iranian�nuclear�engineers.
What�if�I�don't�make�it�in?
Figure�out�something�else to�do�with�your�life.
-[shouting�in�Russian] -[Henry]� We�have�Orekhov.
-[speaking�Russian] -[Blair]�"I�report�to�Moscow."
-"I�work�for..." -What's�happening?
He's�quacking.
[Blair]�"...the�Americans and�the�Russians."
[Bosko] Felix�is�the�heaviest
of�heavy,�heavy�shit,
and�nobody�would�ever�mention,
ever.
[Martian] I'm�looking�for�someone
attending�your�conference.
Dr.�Samia�Zahir?
[professor]�Yes,�uh,�she�has�not been�back�since�the�first�day.
?�"Love�is�Blindness" by�Jack�White�?
?�Love�is�blindness�?
?�I�don't�want�to�see�?
?�Won't�you�wrap�the�night�?
?�Around�me�?
?�Oh,�my�heart�?
?�Love�is�blindness�?
?�Blindness�?
?�Love�is�blindness�?
?�I�don't�want�to�see�?
?�Won't�you�wrap�the�night�?
?�Around�me,�yeah�?
?�Oh�?
?�My�love�?
?�Love�is�blindness�?
?�Oh,�love�is�blindness�?
?�Oh,�blow�out�the�candle�?
?�Blindness�?
[Bob�Seger's�"Night�Moves" playing]
?�I�woke�last�night�?
?�To�the�sound�of�thunder�?
?�How�far�off, I�sat�and�wondered�?
?�Started�humming�a�song from�1962�?
?�Ain't�it�funny how�the�night�moves?�?
?�When�you�just don't�seem�to�have�?
?�As�much�to�lose�?
?�Strange�how�the�night�moves�?
[door�sliding]
[vehicles�whooshing�in�distance]
?�With�autumn�closing�in�?
["Night�Moves"�playing over�speaker]
?�Mm�?
?�Night�moves...�?
Batter�up.�Phone's�awake.
?�Night�moves�?
[singing�along] ?�Working�on�the�night�moves�?
?�Night�moves...�?
?�pulsing,�suspenseful�music�?
???
???
[Grandpa] Signal's�gone.
Elevator?�Parking�garage?
New�software.
Even�if�he�gets�on�the�subway,
sends�out�a�Wi-Fi�signal, relays�it.
It'll�come�back. He�can't�get�far.
Underground.
-Excuse�me? -Uh,�you�said�"subway."
It's�the�called�the "underground,"�or�the�"tube."
Is�that�right?�I�said�"subway"?
-Yeah. -Did�that-that�irritate�you?
That�I�said�"subway"? Didn't�you�just�say�"elevator"?
Didn't�you�just�say�"elevator"?
???
???
[speaking�inaudibly]
Evening,�Mr.�Lewis.
Your�guest�arrived half�an�hour�ago.
Thank�you.
[Sami] Let's�pretend
this�coffee�is�just�like the�coffee�in�Addis.
-What's�wrong? -[sighs]
-I'm�just�tired. -Are�you�okay?
I�have�a�deadline. My�publisher's�going�nuts.
Wait.�You-you�finished?
No,�uh,�three�chapters.
It�was�going�fine.
Then�I�hit�a�bump.
-Well,�congratulations. -Why?
You�have�writer's�block.
So�that�means you're�a�real�writer.
Well,�you�know�what�they�say is�good�for�writer's�block?
Hmm?
Ask�anyone.
[whispers] They�will�all�tell�you.
?�slow,�somber�music�?
???
[grunts�softly]
Okay.
So,�how's�your�course�going?
My�course?
Well,�let's�see. Generally�speaking?
The�lectures�are�dry,�tedious,
mind-numbing and/or�deathly�dull.
But�you're�getting�by.
I�guess�I�have a�high�boredom�threshold.
Don't�take�that�the�wrong�way.
-Samia-- -I�dreamt�about�you.
Not�about�you,�about�us.
We�had�a�little�apartment at�the�top�of�the�stairs.
There�was�a�bathtub in�the�kitchen.
Anyway,�we�were�in�the�tub,
the�sun�was�shining.
You�looked�at�me...
...and�you�smiled.
-And-- -[phone�ringing]
Don't�answer�it.
Why�not?
-Because. -Because�what?
[ringing�continues]
Shall�I�answer�it?
[ringing�continues]
?�slow,�atmospheric�music�?
???
-Hello? -[Henry�over�phone]� It's�me.
[chuckles] Wow.
Thought�I�was�off�the�clock.
Come�downstairs.
[hangs�up�phone]
Who�was�it?
-You're�not�gonna�believe�this. -Paul.
-Not�in�a�million-- -Tell�me,�who�was�it?
My�publisher.
[scoffs] What?
It's...�it's-it's nearly�midnight.
His�office�is�around�the�corner.
I�told�him he�could�find�me�here.
He�just�needs�to�shout�at�me before�he�flies
to�the�Frankfurt�book�fair.
[exhales]
Give�me�ten�minutes.
Tell�him�you�have writer's�block.
?�dark,�eerie�music�?
???
You�killed�your�phone.
And�you�tracked�me.
How?�CCTV?
Which�I�should�not�have�to�do.
Like�I�shouldn't�be�tailed by�a�couple�of�morons.
I'm�not�hiding. You�called,�I�picked�up.
-After-- -[man]�Harry?
-Excuse�me. -[busy�chatter]
After�dropping�off the�map�for�hours.
Jesus�Christ.
-You�slipped�your�tail. -So�get�a�better�one.
What�difference�does�it�make if�I'm�here�or�at�home?
I�checked�the�register.
You're�signed�in�as�Paul�Lewis?
[busy�chatter�continues]
?�dark,�eerie�music�?
???
[sets�cups�down]
[Martian] The�woman�up�in�the�room,
-she's�married. -And�you�thought�you'd�use
your�covert�Agency�legend to�fuck�her.
I�mean,�I'm�out�here saying�you�don't�have�PMD,
and�then,�poof,�like�magic, in�walks�Paul�Lewis.
Henry.
Gadding�around, banging�married�women?
Why�are�you�using a�defunct�identity�to--
[stammers]
Martian,�I�cannot�know�this.
Then�stop�following�me.
You�deployed�undercover for�years.
People�come�back damaged�from�that.
Can't�sleep.�Flashbacks.
Some�go�absolute�raving fucking�lunatic�insane.
Therefore,�we�have�protocols.
For�instance,�we�follow�you.
This�has�to�stop.
-I�understand. -No,�I�mean�it.
You�get�one�for�free. Two,�you're�on�your�own.
[distant�siren�wailing]
Where�are�you�going?
-To�say�goodbye. -No.
-[chuckles]�I�have�to�explain-- -Martian.
-I�have�to�explain�why�I�left. -Walk�away.
-Henry. -Walk�away,�Martian.
It'll�make�it�worse. She'll�be�suspicious.
No,�it�will�not.�You�know�why?
Because�Paul�Lewis doesn't�exist.
He�turns�the�corner,
and�he's�gone�forever.
It�was�a�fuck.
You�made�a�mistake.
You�acknowledge the�error�in�judgment,
and�you�thank�me for�understanding.
This�isn't�national�security. It's�personal.
It's�the�Agency.
Nothing�is�personal!
?�pulsing,�dramatic�music�?
???
Ladbroke�Grove,�please.
[Blair] When�you're�done�with�breakfast,
there's�a�safe�house.
It's�a�farm�out�of�London.
We'll�provide�food and�a�therapist.
We�had�no�choice,�Alexei. I�hope�you�understand--
No�choice.�No�choice?
How�about�I�tie�you to�a�fucking�chair?!
Three�years!
Three�years�of�loyalty!
You�pitiless,�soulless�ghouls!
I�will�never�work�for�you�again. Hear�me?!
-Never! -You�have�to�put�this�back�on.
Fuck�you!
[muffled] Don't�fucking�touch�me!
Get�your�hands�off�me!
[newswoman] Again�the�Ukrainian�army�is
on�the�defensive�and�digging�in
to�hold�on�to�key�cities in�the�east�of�the�country.
[Emily] Henry?
[newswoman] This�includes�Pokrov,
which�is�seen�as�strategically important�to�fighting...
Henry?
[newscast�continues indistinctly]
What's�wrong?
I�have�a�Zoom�with�Charlie, but�the�link's�down.
[tapping�keys]
I�can't�find�him.
[sighs]
Mm,�it's�probably just�a�server�glitch.
He's�never�missed�a�time.
You're�right,�it's�probably a�glitch�or�something.
It'll�pop�up�later.
-I�have�to�go�to�work. -Mm-hmm.
Love�you.
Love�you,�too.
You�know,�you've... you've�got�that�look.
[scoffs]�What�look?
The�cowboy�who's�been�shot but�isn't�gonna�let�anyone�know.
I'm�just�a�little�tired.
Charlie's�okay,�right?
You�don't�know�anything?
I�know�bad�news�travels.
I�know�he�has�a�lot�of�people watching�over�him.
And�I�know�I'm�not�one�of�them.
See�ya.
?�somber,�intriguing�music�?
???
[door�opens,�closes]
[Bosko] Coyote's�network�appears�sound.
The�live�missions�we�put�on�hold
while�we�verified operational�security
are�back�online.
Thunderbird,�Rattlebox,�Niagra.
Uh,�all�except�Felix.
I�received your�direct�order�on�that.
You�know,�Felix�is the�ball�game.
I�can�count�on�the�fingers of�one�hand
how�many�people�know�about�it, including�POTUS.
I�understand.
Felix�is�an�operation of�extreme�sensitivity.
Meanwhile,�you�still don't�have�your�agent�back.
[sighs�softly]
Not�as�yet,�no.�No,�sir.
This�briefing�is�adjourned
and�will�recommence in�ten�minutes,�in�The�Cube.
Yes,�sir.
Get�me�the�boys�down�in�SIGINT.
[Ben] Uh-huh.
Yes,�sir.
Big�Man�in�the�Cube. Ten�minutes.
[Simon] World�War�III?
Well,�that�or�an�alien�invasion.
-Okay,�let's�go. -Okay.
[man] They're�ready�for�you,�sir.
[indistinct�chatter]
?�tense,�pulsing�music�?
???
All�set?
Yes.�Uh,�so�once the�door's�locked,
the�system�boots for�biometric�log-in--
Yeah,�I�know,�I�know.
[door�closes]
-Morning. -Hey,�look,�it's�my�stalker.
Can�you�keep�a�secret?
[scoffs]�I�forgot�about your�sense�of�humor.
I�fucked�up.
Recently.�For�personal�reasons.
I�owned�it,�put�it�right.
We're�not�machines.
Yet.
[Bosko] James�Bradley,
Chief�London�station.
How�you�doing�in�there?
Cozy.
You�ready�to�rock?
Yes,�sir.
This�is�a,�uh,�briefing
on�the�top�secret�operation code-named�Felix.
[radio�static�buzzes]
[JSOC�operative] The�Reaper�footage�shows
they�were�chased�into�the�quarry by�two�Russian�Tigr�APCs.
Ten�minute�firefight.
After�which,�two�Tigrs�exit the�quarry�onto�the�main�road.
-Alone. -All�comms�are�blackout?
They�followed�protocol
for�emergency�abort and�went�dark.
Assuming�they�follow�protocol
to�the�letter,�what�next? Go�to�ground?
For�48�hours,�then�resume their�extraction�route.
We�keep�the�route�open, pray�they�make�contact.
Well,�we�can�do�more�than�pray. We�can�find�them.
How�recent�are�these�maps?
[scanner�beeps]
All�of�these�military�units are�on�the�move,�right?
[JSOC�operative] The�front�has�moved�at�several
key�flash�points.
This�entire�area�is�now deep�behind�enemy�lines.
That�puts�conventional search�and�rescue,
helicopters,�drones, all�off�the�menu.
Three�guys,�trained�to�vanish,
in�thousands�of�square�miles of�open�country.
Needle,�meet�haystack.
[Henry]�Felix�is�on�pause, so�that�gives�us�some�time.
Felix�is�active.
Since�when?
Felix�is�a�mission of�the�utmost�sensitivity.
The�capture�of�these�operatives would�constitute�an�immediate
strategic�geopolitical�disaster. We�have�to�get�them�back.
It's�crucial to�national�security,
but�even�more�crucial�is that�we�do�not,
under�any�circumstances, reveal�their�covert�activity.
You�find�them.�Bring�them�back.
Whatever�it�takes.
[radio�static�pulsing]
[rapid�gunfire�in�distance]
[Boutenko] That�way.�Quick.
On�the�right,�on�the�right. You�see�it?�There.
[engine�shuts�off]
[ignition�sputtering]
Yeah.
-[engine�starts] -[whoops]
?�tense,�dramatic�music�?
???
[Koval] The�front�line�is�moving�daily.
We�could�easily�run�into another�control�point�or�patrol.
I'm�more�worried�about spotter�drones.
Now,�we�need�to�move,
but�being�on�the�road, we're�an�obvious�target.
-What's�that? -Stop�the�car.�Stop�the�car.
That's�armor�on�the�move.
-Russian�tanks. -[Boutenko]�Fuck.
Turn�us�around.
This�whole�section�is crawling�with�Red�Army.
[Charlie] I'm�gonna�show�you�what�to�do.
I�want�you�to�drive�ten�klicks.
We're�going�to�find woodland�or�forest.
-Okay.�And�then�what? -Then�we�vanish.
All�right?�We�go�dark.
Go.�Go,�go.�Get�us�out�of�here.
[radio�static�pulsing]
?�soaring,�dramatic�music�?
???
-[Blake]�Martian. -Dr.�Blake.
-Did�you�forget? -Unfortunately,
right�now, I�have�other�priorities,
one�of�which�is national�security.
I'm�sorry.�I'll�rearrange.
Owen.
-Hmm? -Talk�to�me�about�long-range�IR.
Specifically?
We�have�satellites�over�Ukraine with�infrared�cameras.
Gambit�3,�Lanyard�9�and�Hexagon.
-But-- -But?
If�you're�looking�for�a human�being,�you�can�forget�it.
The�resolution on�even�most�advanced�kit
is�only�about�20�meters.
-Shit. -I�know.
What's�with�the�plastic?
Incontinence.
[Henry] Langley�briefed�you.
On�Felix.
-I�can�neither�confirm�nor�deny. -Right.
From�the�look�on�your�face, I-I�can...�imagine.
Yes,�I�imagine�you�can.
How...�warm...
-[scoffing] -...am�I?
Look,�I'm�not�asking�you�to...
Fuck�it.�Forget�it.
Forget�it.
Henry.
There�are�170,000�words in�the�English�language.
Each�year,�2,000�of�them become�obsolete.
And�in�the-the�great verbal�bathtub
of�our�collective�being,
presently�circling�around that�open�drain
are�these�words:
"stoicism,"
"fortitude,"
"duty,"�"honor,"�"sacrifice."
I�know�how�hard�this�is for�you�right�now.
Heart�versus�job.
Soul�versus�duty.
That's�where�they�put�us.
Or�where�we�put�ourselves.
Either�way, I�know�it,�you�know�it.
Charlie�does,�too.
He�signed�up�for�this.
We�all�did.
-Yeah. -[door�closes]
?�slow,�atmospheric�music�?
???
[phone�vibrating]
[indistinct�TV�chatter]
[door�opens]
[man�over�TV] That�guy�wasn't�just�going�fast.
[men�over�TV] He�was�going�Tony�Fast!
-[siren�wailing�over�TV] -[SpongeBob]� Huh?�Oh,�no.
The�cops�are�after�us. What�are�we�gonna�do?
[Tony�Jr.] What?�Sorry,�I�couldn't�hear�you
-over�that�siren. -[Martian]�Hey.
-Hey. -Good�day?
-Eh,�you�know. -[Tony�Jr.]� What's�that?
I�couldn't�hear�you over�that�helicopter.
-You�been�out? -Hmm?
[tires�screech�over�TV]
[SpongeBob�shouts]
[Martian] Poppy.
-What? -I�asked�you�a�question.
Have�you�been�out�today?
Uh,�no.
[Larry] Sweet.�Instant�tannage.
-Uh,�I�was�watching�that. -[TV�shuts�off]
The�entire�apartment reeks�of�weed.
I�walk�in�the�door, you're�sitting�there,
Cheetos,�SpongeBob.
What�the�hell�is�going�on,�Pop?
-Flat. -What?
You�said�"apartment." It's�a�flat.
Okay.
-Your�eyes�are�bright�red. -[sighs]
My�eyes�are,
and�have�always�been, cobalt�blue.
Perhaps�you�forgot.
This�one,
age�11, turned�slightly�bluey-green.
I�don't�smoke�weed.
Impedes�ambition and�stunts�a�growing�brain.
It's�the�neighbors. Guy�next�door.
-Classic�Bohemian. -It's�not�the�neighbors.
Yeah,�trust�me.
It's�coming�through the�air�vent.
Speaking�of�which,�found�this.
?�slow,�suspenseful�music�?
I�was�looking�for�somewhere to�hide�my�stash.
My�"ganje."
And�I�thought, "He'll�never�look�here.
Not�in�a�million�years."
Great�minds,�huh?
What,�you�thought I�spent�the�entire�day
just�eating�Cheetos?
Mr.�SquarePants�was�my�cover.
After�you�left, I�tore�this�place�apart.
I�went�through�drawers, cupboards,�everything.
Nine�hours.
The�air�vent�was the�last�place�I�looked.
Aren't�you�worried�that�a�kid
can�figure�out your�supersecret�hiding�place?
Although�I�doubt�the�KGB is�searching�with
half�the�motive�that�I�have.
'Cause�let's�face�it, there's�national�secrets
and�then�there's "who�the�fuck�your�dad�is."
Yeah.
You�caught�me.
I�lied.�Sorry.
Because�we�should�be�honest with�each�other,�shouldn't�we?
Otherwise,�what�the�fuck are�we�doing�here,�Paul?
?�dark,�suspenseful�music�?
???
[grunts]
Do�you�know�this�place isn't�bugged?
Do�you�know�who's�listening?
-This�isn't�a�game. -[whimpers]
[panting]
-I'm�sorry. -[exhales]
I'm�sorry.
-[grunting] -Poppy.
[exhales]
-Poppy.�Poppy. -[whimpering]
-[phone�vibrating] -[door�opens]
[door�closes]
[phone�beeps]
-Hey. -[Sami]� What�happened?
Where�did�you�go?
Uh,�my�publisher's�a�jumpy�guy.
He�told�me�to�go�straight�home or�he'd�cancel�the�book.
[Sami�scoffs] And�you�couldn't�call?
Listen,�can�you�meet�me tomorrow�afternoon?
?�slow,�somber�music�?
???
[busy�chatter]
Langley's�reviewing�all�intel
from�sources recruited�by�Coyote.
Russian�subs�in�the�Med, Lukashenko's�visit�to�Qatar,
the�Spetsnaz�bases in�the�Donbas,
the�Baltic�Cooperation�Council, all�of�it.
If�Coyote's�rogue,
half�our�intel�on�Ukraine is�corrupt.
If�not,�and�his�cover's�blown,
we've�got�more�people with�their�head�in�the�noose
than�just�Felix.
How's�Martian�settling�in?
He's�fine.
No�speed�bumps?
You're�not�his�handler�anymore.
It's�not�always�easy to�switch�off.
You�mean�for�him�or�for�you?
Both,�I�guess.
?�intriguing�music�?
???
[elevator�doors�slide�open]
Hey.�How�you�doing?
Morning,�sir.
Hey,�so,�how�are�the�digs?
-Not�too�poky,�I�hope. -Eh,�it's�fine.
Yeah.�Yeah,�that's�good�to�hear.
Yeah,�it's... You're�up�in�the�Tower,�right?
The�Lauderdale�at�the�Barbican.
Ah.�Okay.
Hanging�out�with�your�kid, your�daughter,�right?
-Poppy. -Yeah.
Yeah.�Well,�that's�great.
That's�great.
I'm�glad�it's�working�out.
The�apartment,�I�mean.
The�flat.
[Naomi]� Sometimes�when you�wind�a�mission�up�that�fast,
there's�fallout.
And�was�there?
No.�I�mean,�I�think he�was�a�little�thrown
by�the�speed�of�it�all.
Martian�was�just�pissed that�he�got�shut�down.
Well,�he�dealt.�He's�a�pro.
[Bosko] Anything�you�want�to�talk�about,
my�door's�open,�okay?
-Thank�you. -Henry.
Morning.
-You�told�him. -[scanner�beeps]
Piss�off,�mate.
Then�who�did?
Not�me.
Who?
Take�a�wild�guess.
-Grandma. -Or?
-Grandpa. -Or?
Both.
-Morons,�huh? -[sighs]
Don't�blame�me. I-I�believed�you.
?�slow,�atmospheric�music�?
???
[Henry] Supposing�the�network�is�sound,
it�doesn't�mean�that�Coyote�is.
Belarusian�service�were�trained for�decades�by�the�KGB.
They�know�how�to�run�game.
So,�Langley�thinks
Coyote�is�a�double who�got�pulled�home.
Fed�us�fake�intel and�we�ate�it�up.
-[Henry]�For�years. -[Blake]�You�knew�him.
What�would�make�him vulnerable�to�turning?
[Owen] On�the�surface?
-Nothing. -What�about�below�the�surface?
Coverts�flip�for�two�reasons.
One,�ideology, two,�a�bag�of�money.
Only�one�in�a�hundred is�ideology.
There's�a�third�reason.
Only�other�reason I've�known�someone�to�flip,
betray�their�country, is-is�love.
???
I�know�how�to�find�Felix.
Two�Ukrainian�SF�kids and�one�senior�Delta.
So�he's�calling�the�shots.
He�won't�want�to�move�far. Moving�risks�engagement.
Draw�a�20-kilometer�radius.
Discount�buildings,�open�ground.
Section�every�wood larger�than�three�acres.
Search�dead�centers of�these�sections.
That's�our�haystack.
Get�time�code from�surveillance�satellites
and�planes that�Owen's�already�on.
I've�got�the�raw�data ready�to�search.
Look�for�single car-sized�heat�patterns
that�are�stationary then�vanish�within�five�minutes.
The�Russians�have�drones�up with�IR�cameras.
Deltas�are�trained�to�pour�water on�an�engine�block
to�cut�the�heat�signature.
That's�our�needle.
?�intriguing�music�?
???
Thank�you.
[man] Have�a�good�day.
?�fast,�intense�music�?
???
[drone�buzzing]
[steam�hissing]
[thunder�rumbles]
[drone�buzzing�in�distance]
Get�down.�Get�down,�get�down.
[exhales�sharply]
[drone�buzzing]
[buzzing�continues�in�distance]
No,�that's�not�a�random�pattern.
Should�we�move?
It'll�follow�us.
[Boutenko] Vehicle.�Two�klicks�out.
Off-road.�Moving�fast.
-Inbound. -[device�beeping]
?�slow,�somber�music�?
???
What�do�we�do?
It's�your�war,�boys.
You�call�it.
I�say�we�take�position and�fight.
Seconded?
All�right.
See�you�on�the�other�side.
???
[Koval] Quick.�I�hear�it.
[bird�squawking]
?�slow,�suspenseful�music�?
???
[Koval] I�have�the�shot.
Do�we�engage?
[Charlie] Wait.
On�my�command.
Can't�identify.�Wait.
[brakes�squeaking]
Hold�fire.
Movement.
Hold�fire.
Friendlies.�Do�not�engage.
[car�door�closes]
Count�to�50. It's�our�turn�to�hide.
[thunder�rumbles]
Who's�this?
Resistance.
They�can�supply�you�with�papers and�take�you�to�a�clinic
where�the�target�is�due to�arrive�in�a�week.
Our�mission's�back�on?
So�it�seems.
[chuckles�softly]
[Blake]� I'm�happy you�made�time�for�this.
These�sessions�are an�important�part
of�the�process�of�reentry,
and�it�gives�everyone, including�you,
the�opportunity�to�gauge where�you�are,
where�you've�been�and... where�you're�going�to.
Should�we�dive�in?
Before�we�begin,�I�want to�make�something�clear.
I've�done�this�many�times.
I've�met�with many,�many�returning�agents,
and�they�broadly�fall�into two�categories:
those�who�engage�in�the�process and�those�who�resist.
It's...
It's�pretty�clear which�category�you�fall�into.
What�is�your�question,�Doctor?
Do�you�see�these�sessions�as...
some�sort�of�hurdle, something�you�have�to�game?
On�the�contrary.
My�chosen�career�is a�psychological�tightrope�walk
over�a�pit�of�fire.�[chuckles]
I�need�all�the�help�I�can�get.
-How�long�were�you�undercover? -This�last�hop,�six�years.
-What�was�your�name? -Paul�Lewis.
So�for�six�years, you�were�Paul�Lewis.
Yes.
How�does�it�feel to�suddenly�be�Brandon�again?
-What�do�you�mean? -What�do�you�think�I�mean?
Well,�I'm�not�sure. See,�I�was�always�Brandon.
You�had�an�ordinary�life out�there?
No.�It�just�had to�look�like�one.
And�the�friends�you�met?
-You�leave�'em�behind. -How?
Same�way�you�end�any�friendship.
Reply�to�emails�less. Be�distant.
People�forget.
And�sexual�relationships?
You've�read�my�file.
Samia. How�do�you�cope�with�that?
Speak�to�your�postman. It's�a�process.
Are�you�aware that�you're�giving�brief,
some�might�even�say�curt, replies�to�my�questions?
[laughs]�I�am�now.
[Blake�sighs]
Your�daughter,�Poppy, how�is�she�coping?
"Coping"?
Her�father�returns after�years�away,
she's�going�from�a�child to�a�young�woman,
now�you're�back...
Do�you�want�to�talk�about�that?
-May�I�say�something? -Of�course.
Psychotherapy�is�a�set of�psychological�methods
that�use�regular personal�interaction
to�induce�behavioral�changes, overcome�problems
and�increase�happiness.
I�believe�that's�how�Wikipedia
defines�psychotherapy, word�for�word.
So�a�normal�psychotherapist is�hoping
to�increase�happiness and�overcome�problems.
I'm�a�clinical�psychologist, but�I�know�where�you're�going.
Good.�Can�I�go?
[stammers]
Please.�My�apologies.�Continue.
You�said�just�now there�are�two�types�of�agent.
Broadly�speaking.
I�was�speaking�about something�very�specific.
Why�are�you shutting�me�down,�Doctor?
-I'm-- -I'm�trying�to--
-Okay. -I'm�trying�to�say�something
and�you�don't�want�me�to�say�it.
-No,�I'm�not. -Yes,�you�are.
[chuckling] I'm...
Well...
anyone�watching�the�tape of�this�session,
anyone�who�isn't�you, may�not�agree�with�that.
They�may�think you're�being�defensive.
This�is�not�my�first�rodeo.
It's�not�a�rodeo.
[Blake] Anyone�watching�this�tape
might�think I�was�being�defensive.
That's�their�right.
They�might�also sense�aggression.
Anger.�Frustration.�Pain.
You�think�it's�possible that�you're�the�one
who's�being�defensive?
That�you�may�have something�to�defend?
Perhaps�even�to�hide?
Okay,�I�think...
You�said�there's two�types�of�agent.
I�believe�there's�one.
The�insane.
Go�and�pretend�to�be someone�you're�not.
Lie�to�everyone.
Risk�your�life�on�a�daily�basis.
Then�come�home, just�fucking�deal.
No�glamour,�no�money, no�exploding�watch.
A�nation�needs�protecting, it�builds�an�organization.
The�CIA,�this�Department...
it�seeks�us�out,�targets�us.
Individuals�who�need�something.
Something�they�can't�get anyplace�else.
It�nurtures�us, weans�us,�feeds�us
and�sends�us�out into�the�world�to�behave
in�entirely�unhealthy,�devious, deviant,�dangerous�ways.
And�then�when�we�come�back, it�asks�us�how�we�feel.
And�all�the�while,�it's�hoping
we�don't�suddenly�flip and�become�well
and�can�no�longer�do�the�job.
You're�not�trying to�help�me,�Doctor.
You're�worried�I�may�have somehow�become�sane.
Well,�I�can�assure�you
the�person sitting�in�front�of�you
is,�was,�will�remain purely,�deeply,
identifiably�100%�nuts.
Not�too�nuts.�Not�"burst�in�here and�shoot�everyone"�nuts.
Just�nuts�enough.
?�slow,�somber�music�?
???
Can�I�go�now?
[busy�chatter]
Hi.�Uh,�one�ticket�for� Catch-22.
[waves�lapping�softly�on-screen]
[audience�member�coughs]
?�slow,�atmospheric�music�?
???
[pained�grunt]
[whispering] That's�for�running�off.
-[engines�running] -[bugle�playing]
How�was�class?
Same.
I�went.
They�hadn't�seen�you. You�haven't�been�going.
Wait,�first�you�run�off, and�now�you're�stalking�me?
I�thought�we�could�have�dinner. I�went�to�pick�you�up.
-Nice�surprise-- -Playing�the�jealous�husband?
I�already�have�one�of�those.
Why�are�you�lying?
I�skipped because�it's�pointless.
[siren�wailing]
I�don't�need�a�European�academic explaining�my�subject�to�me.
So�why�enroll in�the�first�place?
To�get�a�grant.
But�why�did�I�want�to�get�away?
From�my�life,�from�being�scared?
I�was�blown�up,�Paul.
Shot�at.
I�saw�people�get�killed.
Surely�you�of�all�people would�understand
-why�I�would�want�to�run�away. -So�say�that.
Why�lie�and�try to�sell�it�to�me?
It's�not�a�lie.
[scoffs]
[engine�whirring]
Enjoy�the�film.
[plane�engine�sputtering]
[Martian] Why�are�you�really�running?
[Sami] Are�you�even�listening�to�me?
[Martian] What�do�you�do�all�day?
Be�specific.
Why�am�I�being�interrogated?
Are�you�in�London because�you�knew�I'm�here?
If�so,�how�did�you�know?
I�had�no�idea.�You�called�me.
You�could've�been�in�London waiting�for�me�to�call�you.�Hey.
You�think�I�would�fly all�the�way�here
just�to�sit�and�wait in�case�maybe�you�call�me,
after�months�and�months of�silence?
Well,�did�you?
[Sami�scoffs]
?�tense�music�?
???
I�never�thought I�would�see�you�again.
Do�I�ask�you�where�you�live?
Why�we�only�meet when�and�where�you�say?
What�you�do�all�day?
Why�you�just�vanished?
This�isn't�working.
?�dark�electronic�music�?
???
[seagulls�squawking]
???
?�slow,�atmospheric�music�?
???
[Osman�faintly] Samia!
Yeah,�Samia!
Samia!
[gearshift�clicks]
???
?�dramatic�music�?
???
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