[airy percussive music]
[Orlick] Here's all you need to know.
[Kyle] I need you to help me find my wife.
Is this Paulo Braga the billionaire?
And head of the wealthiest Manticore family.
Where can I find him?
[Orlick] Here's our mark: Ha-joon Yoo.
He and his wife will be cohosting the Greenpeace Gala tomorrow night.
We have to get him before Braga does.
[Paulo] I have a program,
and there's only one person in the world who can finish it.
Edison.
They never expect a woman.
You are Edison.
[Paulo] It seems like I should be negotiating with your wife.
[silenced gunshots]
Don't make a fucking sound.
[electricity crackles]
I want my wife.
Drive.
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪
[pounding on trunk]
[Paulo] Hey!
- [muffled] Hey! - ♪ ♪
[muffled shouting]
[radio stations changing]
[weathercaster] ...move to the southeast tomorrow.
[newswoman] Two bodies have been found in the...
[♪ Etta Jones sings "Till There Was You"]
♪ ...on the hill ♪
Turn that shit off.
It's Etta Jones, you twat.
- ♪ But I never heard ♪ - [muffled shouting]
- ♪ Them ringing... ♪ - [pounding on trunk]
[radio volume increases]
Show a little respect.
This driver doesn't deserve respect.
Well, then your mother does.
Not my mother.
I came here tonight, didn't I?
♪ ♪
[singing along] ♪ There were birds ♪
- ♪ In the sky ♪ - [muffled shouting]
You know, you had the voice of an angel.
Don't you remember?
Our last year in London, you were in
The Nutcracker.
I mean, the chorus, of course, but...
oh, you could hear your voice above all the other little imps.
[laughs]
You were a cherub. [laughs]
Cute and round and...
And you had a little solo.
Oh, God, your voice.
♪ There was love ♪
You really don't remember?
Not at all.
Mm.
♪ But I never heard...
Well, that's a shame.
It's a good memory.
One of the few.
[intense, pulsing music playing]
♪ ♪
[indistinct police radio chatter]
If he was here for us, he'd pull us over.
He's on radio.
Smile.
What?
Smile.
[thumping from trunk]
Easy.
- [thumping] - [muffled shouting]
[grunting]
♪ ♪
Easy.
[muffled shouting]
[thumping from trunk]
[muffled] Hey!
[thumping continues]
- [muffled] Hey! - [thumping]
[gunshot]
[tires squealing]
What the fuck did you just do?
Things change quickly when you have a man in the trunk of your car.
- He was a kid. - He was a cop.
There are cameras on every street corner.
In no time,
they'll identify the make and model
of the unmarked vehicle near the Plymouth estate
at the time of Paulo Braga's kidnapping.
And it won't be long before they use those cameras to track us
where we're heading. You want your wife back?
The boy had to die.
It's maths.
[thumping from trunk]
[classical music playing on radio]
You're weak-kneed like your father.
[siren passing]
At least, Kyle is.
Thankfully, Mason's here to get Kyle's wife back.
At least he takes after me.
And he's a fucking monster.
Mm. The thing about monsters is,
we get things done.
I think this was a mistake.
Coming back to you, trusting you again.
We never learn in this family.
♪ ♪
[dramatic music playing]
- The fuck happened in there? - Mason took Paulo.
He's gonna use him as leverage to get Abby back.
How the fuck could you let him take him?
Don't you fucking put this on me!
- You brought him back. - Goddamn it.
[tires squealing]
[Orlick over earpiece] Hi.
[Hutch] Yo.
Tell me you have Edison.
We lost Edison.
[Nadia] No, Paulo just killed Edison.
That's not Edison.
It's the wife. She's the hacker.
What are you talking about?
Now I'm confused.
I may have fudged the truth a little bit.
You fudged the truth a little? What?
And that crazy knife bitch took Edison.
Well, find her!
Dick.
We lose Paulo and this is over.
What the fuck you mean, he's gone?
Kane took him.
Where?
We don't know.
Is he hurt?
We don't know.
I want you to call in
every fucking favor.
Metro Police, 10 Downing...
I don't give a fuck.
Call them all.
Yes, ma'am.
Now!
[dramatic music playing]
Fuck!
♪ ♪
[muffled] Fucking idiots.
[electricity crackles]
Your friends, or his,
will find us here.
I'd say we have two hours till they do.
Why don't you go and clean up?
♪ ♪
[timer ticking]
[Sharpe] Where would Mason go?
[Orlick] He's laying low until they
fly Abby to London and make the exchange.
But how'd he disappear so quickly?
I don't know.
Coming in, there was a car parked just off the road.
It was a gray Fiat, but I didn't get the plates.
Well, I've got some friends at the Met. They might be able to help with that.
[Orlick] You think he stole the car or...
Or someone else was waiting there for him.
Search all property records in London
ever owned by a "Dahlia Archer" or a "Thomas Kane."
Yep, you got it.
[sputters]
[Dahlia] Look at you,
bringing us back together.
Mending old wounds.
[scoffs]
You know this is suicide.
How does this play out?
We get in touch with your people, make a trade.
I get my wife, they get you.
There's one big problem with your offer.
I don't even know if she's still alive.
Well, it would be very bad for you if she isn't.
It would be very bad for you if anything's happened to her.
[Dahlia] He has a son.
He must be, what,
ten by now?
Yeah, I would bring him his wife.
I know you have little regard for children,
seeing as you once tried to kill your own.
But if you ever speak about my son again,
I will burn you to death like your husband.
We're out of time.
[Kyle] We need to call your people.
We need a number.
How do I know you'll hold up your end of the bargain?
- You don't. - [gun cocks]
Number.
[timer ticking]
[dramatic music playing]
[Kyle] How do you want to play this?
There's a corner shop half a mile from here
that sells prepaid mobiles.
You stay here, I'll make the call.
♪ ♪
[timer ticking]
We have Edison now.
So all this, it's meaningless.
Unfortunately for you, I don't give a fuck about your satellites.
Or the assassin, or anything else.
I'm just here for my wife.
And you really trust your mother to make the call?
Maybe she's negotiating for something more,
and will sell you out in the process.
At least she's not here, negotiating with you.
So you don't trust her?
[sighs]
I've been looking for you for a while now.
And here you are.
Here I am.
I mean, you have to wonder...
maybe I wanted to be here,
tied up, mano a mano...
...to finally have a private audience with Mason Kane.
I felt a kind of kinship with you.
Kinship?
We both had parents that wanted the worst for us.
I'd fucking applaud you if my hands weren't tied.
You want to give to your daughters, to your wife,
- a life worth living. - [knuckles crack]
Listen, that's what I want for my boy.
I'd been looking for you not to kill you.
I want to make you an offer.
You and I...
can create peace.
A world free from war, violence, greed.
Isn't that what we want for our children?
For Asha, for Hendrix?
[groaning]
Don't talk about my kids.
Not interested in your offer.
[Paulo laughing]
[laughter echoing]
[Joana] Who is this?
[Dahlia] Joana, lovely to hear your voice, dear.
Though you do sound a little stressed.
Listen, if you want him back,
bring Abby Conroy to London immediately.
This is you, Dahlia?
Well,
when your kid's in a pickle...
We have everyone on this.
We'll find you within the hour,
so I suggest you bring him back to us
before we do find you.
I'll make sure that they--
Make my death quick and painless?
No, you really are out of your depth, you ridiculous twat.
I'll call back with a location.
[phone crunches]
[dramatic music playing]
Time to go.
[Sharpe] Is that you, Chris?
[Orlick] How's it going, Frank?
Frank Sharpe.
Sharpe.
The name's Sharpe.
No, it's not ringing any bells. Okay.
- That's fine. - [Nadia] Nothing on Mason yet.
[Sharpe] Hello, can I speak to Richard, please?
You let him get to you.
[Sharpe] It's Francis Sharpe.
Yeah, I'll say it again. Francis Sharpe.
- I didn't. - If you didn't keep your daughter's
very existence from him...
[Sharpe] It was a long time ago. All right...
[continues indistinctly]
...he never would've flown off the handle,
- and he never... - [smacking table]
ever would've betrayed Citadel, and we would not
be in all of this shit!
You are to blame.
You created him. You did.
What's the first rule of the agency?
Do not get involved with another agent.
- Ugh. - And you two
were fucking around like it was fucking spring break!
You compromised everything.
Is your mother there? [mutters]
[Orlick] Everything that I built,
you compromised it.
[Nadia] And had you not murdered his father,
and created him,
maybe the agency would still be standing today.
Why did you bring him into this, Bernard?
You knew he was a mole. You knew he was unpredictable.
He's the best killer I have.
You have five killers,
including yourself and me
and that Paddington Bear-shaped motherfucker.
So, why did you bring him into this?
He was supposed to work!
[quiet, dramatic music playing]
He still...
Fuck.
[Sharpe] And when do you think your daddy will be home?
[continues indistinctly]
Shit.
The things you build are flawed...
...because you are flawed.
♪ ♪
[Sharpe] Is that you, Malcolm, you lazy-eyed bastard?
It's Frank Sharpe.
He's hung up.
Oh, no, he's back.
Frank Sharpe.
No, he's hung up.
[ticking]
♪ ♪
[door creaking]
You always did have a temper.
What'd they say?
Can I get off the ground now?
Come pick up your mess.
♪ ♪
Thank you.
They're en route.
We should burn the car,
steal another one to transport him. You'll probably be better at that than me.
You got him?
[Dahlia] Don't worry.
Gorgeous young men like him don't excite me
like they used to.
Yes, I've got him.
You go.
Time's ticking.
♪ ♪
Did you charm him with your wiles?
I tried.
Good to see you again.
It's been a while since you signed my death warrant.
You're looking
more and more like your father.
Oh.
Chin-chin.
What's in it for you?
Helping him.
Oh, um...
Love.
[scoffs]
[laughs]
Love?
Maybe I wanted to make amends to him.
I was a Manticore mole
in the highest echelons of British government.
He knew what I did.
He could've posed a threat.
So you wanted him killed.
I had something greater to protect.
I was helping to build
- a safer world. - [scoffs]
Where the things that happened to my family,
to good, innocent people, would never happen again.
That's why I built Manticore.
You built Manticore to set the world
on fire, just like they did to your husband,
so the world could know your pain.
My father rescued you.
I'm here to do it again.
So, are we going to negotiate or what?
I'm here to help my son.
[quiet, dramatic music playing]
But I don't have you gagged, do I?
[lively music playing]
[Sharpe] Is that Claude, with the curved cock?
Good. It's Frank Sharpe.
Yeah. Yeah, that Frank Sharpe.
I'm good. How are you?
Listen, I need a favor.
I need eyes on the Plymouth estate, Windsor.
It's a gray Fiat around 10:20 this evening.
You can thank me later.
Well, you haven't done anything yet.
[Orlick] Except finally
get someone to remember your name.
Fiat '95. Gray.
Yeah, that's it.
The Plymouth Gallery to Croydon.
Okay, thanks very much.
The cameras lost the car on the outskirts of Croydon,
- but it's definitely them. - Okay.
Here.
37 St. Ann's Way.
[♪ Sister Rosetta Tharpe sings "Rock Me"]
[Dahlia] I'm in here, love.
What's this?
♪ Now won't you hear me singin'...
Well, I'm starving.
You must be famished, no?
I thought it would be nice, you know?
A little, um...
...family dinner.
Not sure when we'll get the chance again.
Come on, they'll be landing in an hour.
Sit. Eat.
I remember this smell.
- Your chicken. - [chuckles]
His favorite.
Smells never leave you.
Chicken cacciatore.
Drugstore perfume.
Burning flesh.
♪ Feed me ♪
♪ till I want no more...
[ticking]
At the moment I met your father...
I knew he was the love of my life.
It wasn't an act or a decision.
It just was.
He was brilliant.
And intoxicating.
And certain.
And he was dishonest and cruel.
And small.
And I loved him.
Not because of or... despite those things
but because, one to one...
...I was his and he was mine.
And here you are, risking the woman you love
for the woman you married.
I love Abby.
Do you?
She's my wife.
Hmm.
Doesn't mean that you love her.
And Nadia?
[laughs]
You're fucking with me.
Excuse me?
You're fucking with me.
[dramatic music playing]
No, dear, I--
Yes, dear.
I-I'm simply not.
- I can't-- - Did you make a deal with him?
Of course not.
He tried to kill me.
Yeah, you tried to kill me. Three times.
We entered negotiations, but...
...a deal, I didn't make.
Eat up.
And then I'll call Joana...
...and you can get him ready.
Smells just like I remember.
[Dahlia chuckles]
You're looking more and more like your father.
Not a shred of me.
[emotional music playing]
[intense dramatic music playing]
[tires squeal]
[Joana] You're making a mistake.
[Dahlia] Under the Heymouth Bridge.
East End. 4:00 a.m.
Don't be late.
♪ ♪
[ticking]
So, you tried to cut a deal with her.
No, I didn't try to cut a deal with her.
She tried to cut one with me.
But it didn't make.
Is that what she said?
I'm playing with you.
I wanted something she wasn't willing to give.
Or maybe she gave it.
Is that your father?
Do you often think of him?
No?
I dream of my father sometimes.
It's the same dream.
[thunder rumbling]
We're in the ocean
off the coast of São Luís.
It's just him
and me.
And we're drowning.
A boat is out in the distance.
Closer and closer, the boat comes.
And just as my father realizes...
that the boat sees us...
...will save us...
...I push him
under the water.
I hold down his skull...
...until...
...he goes limp.
[sinister music playing]
It was cancer that took him.
Not in the dream.
Pancreatic.
Never thought that fair.
Not that it took him.
Just...
...I wasn't the one to do it.
I heard once that...
...we become our true selves...
...when our father dies.
I suppose you had a lot more time than me to figure out who that is.
Your father was a saint.
What was that like?
I'm done talking about my father.
Why?
I find it so interesting that...
your father was killed with hundreds of others.
And then you killed thousands to avenge his death.
Do you think he would be proud of you?
Of what you did for him?
Is this how you think you're gonna get to me?
I don't think you have any intention of following through
on your end of this bargain.
I think I leave here...
...a dead man.
So your play is...
Flattery didn't work earlier.
I'm thinking maybe guilt could.
[clock chiming]
[ticking]
We can remake the world the way your father saw it.
I told you, I'm done talking about my father.
[Paulo] Because he would be ashamed of you, that you're his son?
'Cause he would be.
I'm giving you a choice.
To absolve yourself from what you've done.
To reject what you are.
That's why you became a spy, isn't it?
'Cause it was the only way to hide your true nature,
your true soul.
It was survival, wasn't it?
To hide even you from yourself.
Because if you saw what you really were, you wouldn't be able to go on.
You've brought only pain and death
to everyone who loved you.
And your daughters, they'll grow up
and they'll have to spend the rest of their lives
scrubbing themselves
of any residue of you, so...
so horrified that they're yours that they'll dream
about drowning you out in an ocean and wonder why
the world didn't allow them the chance to kill you themselves.
[ringing]
- [emotional music playing] - [ringing stops]
Oh, God.
[softly] Oh, fuck.
Fuck.
Mom?
Fuck! Fuck!
Fuck!
Oh, fuck.
Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.
♪ ♪
[door closes]
This was Grandpa Arthur's chair, right?
I remember him. Bad breath.
How'd he die?
He shot himself.
To spite my mother who loved him.
And did it in that chair to spite me who loved that chair.
You may have just killed your wife.
What are we going to do?
What size suit do you wear?
[exciting music playing]
[Nadia] Lights are on.
[car door closes]
[pick scratching in lock]
[Nadia grunts]
[dog barking in distance]
[tense music playing]
[dramatic musical sting]
Still warm.
Not a bad cook.
[phone vibrating]
- Yeah. - [Hutch over phone] Edison's gone.
They flew her out.
[sighs]
["Pura Siccome un Angelo" from Verdi's La Traviata playing]
[singing in Italian]
[phone rings]
What?
[Dahlia over phone] Change of plan.
No. No change of plans.
I'm speaking now.
Charing Cross tube station, old Platform 3, ten minutes.
♪ ♪
[Paulo] Do not... Do not...
Do not... Do not...
Don't program... Don't program...
Once you've got her, get out of there,
no matter what happens.
Just keep her safe, understand?
And if this exchange happens to go pear-shaped,
you be sure to make way for Mason.
We're gonna need every bit of him.
I don't think there's much of Kyle left.
Looks that way.
[device chirping]
Let's do this.
[distorted] Let's do this.
[Paulo's voice] Let's do this.
[siren wailing in distance]
[atmospheric music playing]
Thank you.
For this.
[suspenseful music playing]
[tense music playing]
- [Dahlia] Stop there. - [Paulo's voice] Jo, don't pull anything.
No one's doing anything.
Where's Mason?
Well, someone has to keep eyes. I'm certain you're doing the same.
Just the two of you.
Slowly.
[train passing]
[tense music playing]
[Dahlia] Just know... I go...
...he goes.
[Paulo's voice] She's not fucking around.
Shut up!
[Joana] Okay, let's just relax.
[train passing]
The girl walks to me.
Then I let Paulo go.
No.
You let him go first.
No, that's not happening. I'll kill him where he stands.
- And I'll kill her. - I will fucking do it.
[Paulo's voice] Help me!
Same time.
What's my guarantee, dear?
What's mine, Dahlia?
[train passing]
♪ ♪
[Abby panting]
No smart moves.
Always a pleasure, Dahlia.
You all right?
Go.
You're safe now.
Am I?
[grunting]
[exciting music playing]
♪ ♪
[tires screeching]
♪ ♪
I told you to go!
Fuck off.
[tires screech]
Down!
- Ow! - You're hit?
Oh. I'm fine.
- [groans] - Abby, you okay?
You mean Celeste?
♪ ♪
[dramatic music playing]
♪ ♪