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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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