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Got a scrub.

She can't get away from me.

I don't like people shooting at you. We should have made the first move.

Whoever moves first wins.

You don't seem surprised that I'm alive.

I knew I couldn't kill you. I just wanted to get away.

So you know who I am?

I know you want my soul, but you can't hurry.

I'm not here to collect. I'm here to try and help you save yourself.

I tried to tell you yesterday in Vancouver, but you ran then too.

I thought I'd lost you.

You did.

I asked the devil for permission to follow you out of the city.

He told me where you were.

You came all this way to keep me out of hell.

I can.

We've already wasted almost 20 hours.

So what's the next layer?

The next layer of the onion?

What's on the surface is never what's really going on.

My only agenda is to help you.

You can help me by leaving me alone.

I have no intention of losing you twice.

Whatever agenda you have, you need to forget about it and work with me.

So that's the devil's real purpose,

to get me to give up on the one thing I sold my soul for?

Whatever it is, if you haven't done it by now, you never will.

It all goes bad in the last two days.

You don't know anything about my deal.

I don't even know why we're here.

Why Budapest?

I have an errand to run.

Why don't you come along?

An errand?

Yeah, if you make yourself useful, I'll think about working with you.

But if you try to interfere, I'll be gone.

And you won't find me again before that clock runs out.

You always work Sundays?

Yeah, it's a lot quieter.

No distractions.

Why worry about that?

If somebody asks for your stapler, you can just shoot them.

When you get separated again, give me a call.

Export business, huh? Nice cover.

What exactly do you export?

Hopefully not you. What business are you in?

Babysitter.

So, babysitting's getting more high-tech.

Some children are very, very naughty.

I've never been very photogenic.

Looks like they deactivated your car.

I only stole this last night.

It could cut off the power.

They'll have battery backup.

Just guessing.

Well, do you have a better suggestion?

I really like this jacket.

Guy you stole the keycard from told you his password in the heat of passion.

I put a sniffer on their server two weeks ago.

I spent all last night going through the ASCII decode,

and I came up with 27 possible passwords.

And what if none of them are for that machine?

Well, then I hope you've got big pockets,

because we're going to have to take it with us.

You didn't have to do what you did. I could have handled it.

You're welcome.

Martial arts training, hacking skills, state-of-the-art surveillance equipment.

All that's missing is the trench coat.

I'm a field agent for CSIS. I've been working covert ops for 12 years.

Since before your deal.

So you didn't sell your soul to become a spy?

I didn't have to. I'm good at it.

My deal just helped me with my mission.

You sold your soul out of patriotism?

There's nothing wrong with patriotism if you're one of the good guys.

I'm in.

So what was the password?

Trinity71645. Trinity.

Guess he's religious.

He didn't tell me that in the heat of passion either.

I have to make a drop to my control.

That's something I have to do alone. Candace.

I wouldn't have gotten this without you.

I'll call you in an hour.

Cross my heart. Hope to die.

Not him, it is that one.

Yes, catch the look of surprise that someone is

paying attention to his irrelevant existence.

You've got the wrong person.

Yes, that's how you felt all your life. You're the wrong person,

it's the wrong place, it's the wrong time.

Crashed by economic and political forces beyond

your comprehension. Life is meaningless.

Suicide is the only logical option.

Kat, stay here.

What's the matter, dear boy? Are you ready for your close-up?

What are you doing here?

You gave me permission to follow my client. Why don't you just stay out of it?

I'm not here because of you.

I've been working in Eastern European cinema for years.

I specialize in showing how hopeless life can be without a little help from me.

And I don't want your local collector getting involved. I only have a day.

I can't afford to spend it fighting off whatever monster you've got working here.

Such harsh words for your fellow employee.

Don't worry about it. It's taken care of.

Go.

Try to save the world, as pointless as it is.

So everything went smoothly?

No trouble getting into the office? No trouble at all.

Was your friend helpful?

Friend?

He's a tourist I met today. I used him for cover.

Oh, come on, Jane, give me a break.

You think I'm in love or something?

I know that street.

So we know the where, but we still don't know when.

That'll be soon.

And why is that?

We've waited a long time for this. I want this to be over.

We're close, Candace.

We can't afford any unknown variables.

Whoever this guy is, ditch him.

And if he shows his face again, eliminate him.

What is this place?

Used to be a steel mill.

This was the clinic.

One of your rendezvous points?

Just a place I found. I sit and think about the

workers who ended up in this waiting room.

I mean, they must have been sweeping up severed fingers by the end of the day.

Maybe I spend too much time alone.

Twelve years undercover is a long time.

How long have you been undercover?

Why don't you tell me why you made your deal?

It might give us clues about who got the balancing bad luck.

I cut my teeth manning a listening post in Scotland for two years.

Grunt work.

When they moved me to Budapest, it was my first time in the field.

I was scared as hell.

It was only three days into my assignment.

I just didn't see it coming.

I'd screwed up somehow, left a trail.

They knew who I was. Who?

The bad guys.

If you're not going to tell me the truth... I'm telling you what you need to know.

They were going to kill me.

But that wasn't the worst part.

If they knew who I was, it meant they could uncover our whole network.

So you sold your soul to save yourself?

I wouldn't have done it just for that.

They would have killed everyone I worked with.

And the devil got you out of it?

The devil gave me a chance to run, and I ran. I got away from them.

We closed down the safe house, changed the codes, no one was compromised.

That was it?

You just ran away?

Shots were fired.

A man near me got hit.

Did you ever find out who it was?

We monitored the police reports.

His name was Laszlo Rutke.

I'm afraid it may not be very good.

My wife always made a coffee.

Thank you.

Oh, no.

She left me.

Mr. Rookie, I don't know if you remember me.

We've met.

You didn't say so on the phone.

Not met exactly.

We were in the same place ten years ago when something terrible happened.

You were there when my children were killed?

Your children?

Yes. What happened?

There was shooting.

The police were never able to explain it.

I was there with my family on the sidewalk.

Only my wife wasn't hit by the bullets.

But afterwards, she was dead inside.

Well, I just wanted to say I'm very sorry for your loss.

Thank you for your time.

The coffee was excellent.

Sorry for your loss. That's your idea of immense.

I only went because you threatened to expose me if I didn't.

I knew there was no point. You didn't know about his children.

The objective was worth the collateral damage.

You're talking about two innocent children and a father whose life was destroyed.

Are you saying that your life was more important than theirs?

I'm talking about my mission. All right, then tell me,

what mission was worth the lives of that boy and girl? It's classified.

Right, sorry. You don't have to answer questions

because you're one of the good guys.

What are you saying?

I should just forget about my country, about mankind, and just worry about myself?

See, that's the problem with the world. That's what everybody does.

The only thing I'm trying to convince you of is that you owe someone,

maybe that man back there in amends, to make up for the cost of selling your soul.

And if you don't do that in the next 23 hours, you'll never get another chance.

Why are you doing this?

Because I have a higher loyalty to.

To who? God?

How do you even know God wants you to pursue redemption for people like me?

How do you know God doesn't want all of us to go to hell and get what we deserve?

If God can't forgive what we couldn't, then we're lost.

It's from my control. It's the green light for the next step.

We stay together.

Period.

My control told me I should kill you. I didn't say I'd already tried.

24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31. This should be it.

It should be what? It's an empty warehouse.

This one is, but the one on the other side of the wall isn't.

What is that thing?

I can hear them.

There's two.

No, three of them.

You're recording?

Biometrics.

I have to be sure they're who we think they are.

And who do we think they are?

Right.

Classified.

That's our guy. Oh.

What?

It's about the last part of my mission.

We knew the where, I just didn't know the when.

Let me guess. It's tomorrow.

The same day your deal ends.

I told you, whatever it is you're trying to accomplish, it'll never happen.

You've got to work with me. If you want to do something, that'll make a difference.

Let's go.

The guards have gone inside.

We may have tripped a silent alarm.

I'm sorry, Morgan.

Candace!

Candace!

You really are a very unusual person, you know?

You wake up in the middle of enough instruments

of torture to supply the Spanish Inquisition,

and your first concern is for the very people

that intend to cause you unbearable pain.

If they cut me or shoot me and see me healed.

Yes, it could lead to some very difficult questions.

Perhaps even to hell, but... As your little pigeon so eloquently put it,

isn't that perhaps what God feels they deserve?

Maybe it is. But I don't want to be the cause of it.

Margaret, this is all your movie.

Your mise-en-scene.

If not for you, none of this would be happening.

Yes, the director's burden is a heavy one, but

in the end, all we can say is... Action.

This is a mistake.

I don't know anything.

Oh.

Well, I certainly hope that's not the truth.

This'll end up being a lot of trouble for nothing.

He doesn't bruise easily, does he?

Not for lack of trying.

You've shown great loyalty to your colleagues. I hope they'll remember you fondly.

We're leaving.

Kill him in the usual place.

Mr. Rookie, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need to talk to you.

It's a matter of life and death.

What are you doing here?

How did you find me? I went to your flat and I spoke with your housekeeper.

She told me I could find you here.

I think it's time you told me what this is all about.

First you come to my flat with that woman.

I don't even know her name.

Her name is Candace Crown. Candace Crown.

Candace Crown keeps it a surprise for me that

she was there when my children were killed.

But she doesn't even tell me how she knows my name,

why she waited ten years to find me. And now you come here, whoever you are,

and tell me that I must talk to you, because it's the matter of life and death.

Whose life and death? Look, I know this is confusing for you. No,

confusing is not the right word. Every day, I think about my son and my daughter.

Every day, I look at their pictures and try to remember

the sound of their voices and how they laughed.

I want you to take me to her.

I want to speak to her again.

I'm not sure where she is.

Then why are you here?

What is your part in all this? Who are you?

I'm just a friend who's trying to help.

Help with what?

Miss Cram believes that she may be responsible on

her way for what happened that day in the park. Responsible?

How?

She thinks that whoever was doing the shooting was trying to kill her.

You and your children... You were just in the way.

She knows who fired the shots?

She knows that they are names?

No.

Do you know why they were trying to kill her?

There are things I can't tell you, Mr. Ruque, for your own safety.

I know that's difficult to accept, but it's the truth.

What's important here is that Miss Crown is trying

to find a way to make up to you for what happened.

Make up to me? Make amends.

Make it right, if that's possible.

There are some things that can never be made right.

If you ask me what I want from Candace Crown, I would say only that.

I wish we could return to that day in the park,

and she would die and my children would live.

But would that make it right?

If you find her, bring her to see me.

What are you doing here?

I'm beginning to wonder.

One of us is crazy, and I'm not sure it's you.

Good. Then go back to Vancouver and leave me alone.

You never did tell me why you were in Vancouver.

It's none of your business.

I just spent two hours in extreme pain pretending I didn't know your name.

It was a courier gig my control sent me.

Maybe.

It's the truth.

You've been doing covert ops in Budapest for 10 years,

and on the only day you'd qualify for my services, you happened to be in Vancouver.

You think the devil arranged it?

I don't know, but there may be more layers to this onion.

Well, I still have to do what I have to do.

Stolen nuclear missiles.

That's what this is about, isn't it?

You said you didn't know anything about my deal.

I didn't, but I started to add things up. Why you were in Eastern Europe,

why you talked about saving mankind, and the

password on that computer, trinity71645.

What about it? The Trinity site in New Mexico was where the U.S.

tested its first nuclear weapon on July 16th, 1945.

It all added up to loose nukes.

ICBMs that the old Soviet satellites are willing to sell for hard currency.

The organization that we're after has no name that we know of.

The code name is Red Horse. They're the people that tortured you.

The head guy is an arms dealer who specializes in supplying terrorists.

He's the kind of dangerous you can only be if you believe in nothing.

Not your country, not religion, not even profit.

Only power.

And now he's going to sell the terrorist nuclear missiles.

It gets worse.

He's upgraded the ICBMs with new warheads that he bought from North Korea and Iran.

Warheads that are ten times as powerful in missiles

that have the range to hit North America.

Dirty bombs and germ warfare,

that's nothing compared to the Armageddon that'll happen

if we don't stop this guy from making that sale tomorrow.

If I don't do my job.

It's from my control.

She wants to meet at Hero Square.

I really am sorry I left you back there.

But this is more important than my soul.

Agent Crown.

Who are you?

Your control sent us.

She wasn't able to come personally. Why didn't she tell me that herself?

There have been some problems.

She wants you to come in.

What's her name?

My control.

We don't want to do this in public, do we?

We have to get out of here.

Red Horse must have hacked our communication systems.

That's the only way they could have known the

code to send a message on that frequency.

We're too visible. We need to go.

Give me your phone. Why? Just give it to me.

Who are you calling?

Jane, it's Candace.

This isn't a secure line.

Our comm systems have been compromised. Somebody sent

me a message with your code. They tried to kill me.

Candace, I want you to listen to me.

Jane?

I want you to get off the grid right now.

Get rid of your ID, everything.

And don't come back up.

Jane? What'd she say?

Candice, I'm sorry.

It's over.

You're out of it.

The good news is we still have time to find Root K and try to save your soul. No.

We've only got ten hours left,

and somewhere in Budapest there's another collector who's

gonna make those guys look like amateurs if he finds you.

Going back to Rookie is a waste of time.

I've been in a dozen shootouts over the past ten years,

and those two children aren't the only ones who have died.

Then we'll find the others you've hurt.

You don't get it.

Completing this mission is the only amends I can make.

It's the only way to justify everything I've done.

You're not the only agent at CSIS.

You've already given them the place and the time

of the meeting. They'll take care of it.

They can't! Why not?

Because I didn't give them all the information.

What?

I was worried about our networks being compromised, and I was right.

I held back the most crucial piece, a photo of the arms dealer. He's the target.

Without that, no one will be able to stop what's gonna happen.

And you can't transmit it because your communications aren't secure.

I have no choice.

I have to take it to my control, to Jane.

Jane?

It's all gone. The equipment, everything.

Is there another safe house in Budapest?

Not that I know of.

Looks like you're the spy left out in the cold.

Another of the devil's amusing disguises.

Insane.

Blossom.

Missile spy.

Humanity dies a fiery death.

Why not go to hell now and avoid the rush?

No, I'll find Jane. She can still stop it.

Hope, a sweet song of the canary just before the

cat pushes its head into the light socket.

But on the bright side, you are free to attend

the premiere of my latest masterpiece.

I'm a great admirer of the realists. You know, Vittoria De Sica is my hero.

No one could spread despair like that man.

But I'm also a great lover of symbolism, especially if no one can understand it.

Yes, so sad, isn't it?

But then one can't be distracted by such things when one has a mission to complete.

Let's get out of here.

You won't find her.

Jane, your client is not as good as she thinks she is.

I've supplied most of her evidence over the years,

and I've had to intervene several times just to keep her alive.

Or the bullets that hit all those bystanders would have hit you.

Kenneth, even if we can't find Jane, you can still work on your redemption.

Why do you keep pushing her to save her unworthy soul? She's trying to be noble.

Will I, for one, support you?

Entry codes and an address?

The other safe house. The one they never told you about.

Annie Singh for my loyal audience.

Who are you? Who are you working for?

My business with Candace is personal. You're a pro.

Civilians look worried when someone points a gun at them.

Jane, listen to me. I didn't give you everything.

I have a photo of the target.

What?

I just want to give it to you, and then you can complete the mission.

And I'm gone, I promise.

Jane, it's in my PDA. If you don't trust me, then just shoot me and take it.

You've got to stop Red Horse.

You son of a bitch.

Why send me this? What do they want?

They wanted you to know they have it. They're going to send it to your superiors.

Well, then I have to get to somebody at CSIS first.

Combined with the surveillance photos of us together,

they'll think you murdered Jane and changed sides.

Nobody will believe anything you say about Red Horse. They'll kill you on sight.

Well, then I have to stop it myself.

No, you're right.

Candace.

Even if I gave CSIS a picture of the target, they would think it was fake.

I have to complete the mission. They know where you're going.

They'll be waiting for you.

Morgan.

The missiles have already been transferred. The terrorists already have them.

The meeting today is the last step.

Red Horse hands over the launch codes in return for final payment.

Armageddon could be tomorrow.

Do you understand now?

I have to kill the target myself.

I'm the only person in the world who can.

There was no accident. He was there the day you made your deal.

I was there to do surveillance of a meeting of Red Horse agents.

He must have been coming to the meeting.

Doesn't mean you don't owe him an amends. He was using his family as cover.

He's as much to blame for the death of his children as I am.

He's not the target, right?

Or you would have recognized him earlier.

No, he's not the one I'm here for. What is it?

Only socially.

Though I must admit, I'm curious about who you are.

But then, what's most important is who we say you are.

And I doubt that anyone's going to have any kind of trouble believing

that you're the red horse agent that turned our operative.

Our?

What are you saying? You're CSIS?

My name's Bartlett.

I'm Jane Superior.

That's a lie. You're Red Horse.

Actually, there is no Red Horse.

That was just a fictional terrorist cell that we created for other purposes.

No, that can't be true. I've been doing research for years and following leads.

You've certainly come up with an extraordinary amount

of evidence for something that never existed.

Some of it we planted, of course,

including the photographs and the conversations that brought you here today.

The rest of it, well, I'm not sure of the source.

I was hoping that you might be able to enlighten me.

That would be a very bad idea.

Maybe we could trade information. Possibly. What's your question? Well,

if Red Horse never existed, why was I put out in the field in the first place?

You were a sacrifice.

Like in chess, upon the sacrifice to protect the king?

Just over ten years ago, one of our agents killed a suspected terrorist who turned

out to be the son of an Iranian mullah that we wanted to keep on side.

We sent you into the field to balance the scales.

You mean you sent me out to be killed?

Laszlo Rutke was in charge of the operation.

I must say, he failed spectacularly.

Considerable collateral damage, including the

lives of his children, ruined him as an agent.

But Key is one of us. The Mullah suspected that we muffed the operation on purpose,

so we had to sacrifice another agent to keep him happy.

That left you as a loose end that had to be tied up.

You were very hard to kill.

So all those attempts on my life, that was friendly fire.

Run by Jane, actually.

She was hampered by having to make it look like the work of enemy agents

so we wouldn't run afoul of some government oversight committee.

In the end, I think she just wanted it solved.

In any case, she finally served her country well by

giving us the rationale for killing a double agent.

So that's it?

Whether I tell you anything or not, I'm dead.

The why never matters. What really matters is closing the file.

So with you and Root K off the books, well, that puts this whole silly mess to bed.

A very cinematic finish.

But you know, there could be a sequel.

What do you mean?

There's a reason you haven't run into the local collector.

About a week ago, he told me you couldn't take it anymore.

He actually volunteered to go to hell rather than collect another soul.

That created a vacancy in Budapest.

Would you like to fill it?

No, she made amends.

Bartlett won't kill Rookie now. She saved Rookie's life.

Did she resurrect his children?

How else could she make amends to him?

No.

You're not saying it isn't true.

Uh-oh, looks like your little clock is broken.

Just have faith.

Wait out the time. I'm sure you've earned your redemption.

Now, now, dear boy, you can't be sure.

And Candace may be a little low on faith at this point.

After all, everyone she ever trusted has betrayed her.

But I never will.

A deal's a deal.

Why not?

Would you deny her the chance to save herself the way you did?

I accept.

Well, you know what they say.

Damned if you do, damned if you don't.

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