[percussive music playing]
[Orlick] Here's all you need to know.
[Nadia] Mason took Paulo.
He's gonna use him
as leverage to get Abby back.
[Celine] And that crazy bitch took Edison.
- How does this play out? - We make a trade.
I get my wife. They get you.
[Paulo] You've brought only pain and death
to everyone who loved you.
And your daughters will wonder
why the world didn't allow them
the chance to kill you themself.
- You're safe now. - Am I?
[grunting]
Go!
- Ow! - You're hit.
I'm fine.
Abby, you okay?
You mean Celeste?
[intense music playing]
- [Abby] Get off me! - [Kyle] Calm down.
[grunts] How could you have done that to me?!
- Mason did this to you. - Ugh! Fuck off.
- [Dahlia] Where are we going? - [Kyle] Just drive!
But Kyle knew. Didn't you? You knew!
Home's gonna be compromised.
Just get us out of the city!
- Where?! - What does it matter?!
[all grunting]
[eerie music playing]
[grunting weakly]
♪ ♪
[Hutch] What is there to talk about?
Mason killed the motherfucker. Which is really
a huge boner killer for me and Celine.
- He knew that was our thing. - Right.
- Paulo can still win this thing. - [Hutch] How?
He's stuffed in the kitchen closet
with his brains leaking into a box of Coco Pops.
Paulo can still win this thing because Joana
will see his plan through.
She'll kill the Russian president
and pay his number two for the satellites.
We have 30 hours before the Russian president
is assassinated at the G8.
[Hutch] You said you made that Manchurian Candidate code so tough
to hack it would take them years to figure it out.
With a black hat like Edison, they'll do it in no time.
Whoever has the chip implanted in them, Manticore
- will be able to control them... - [Hutch] A chip?
What are you talking about?
I blocked the software that accesses the chip.
Hacker lady goes in, unblocks the access to the software,
Manticore gets their assassin.
I feel like The Manchurian Candidate was not nearly this hard to follow.
- Nothing could be more simple. - [Hutch] You make things
way more complicated than they actually
- need to be. - [Orlick] What the fuck?
Okay, the assassin could be any one of the hundreds of people present there.
And the G8 is taking place
with more security than the Kremlin and the White House.
And despite all this, we have to stop the killer.
[somber music playing]
Your father is gone.
He had an accident.
♪ ♪
Eyes forward.
Unless you want to lose them.
Twenty-seven hours.
That's impossib--
[whimpers]
I'm sure your daughter's probably at home waiting for your safe return.
If you don't fix this, I will send one of my people in there to douse her
- in gasoline - [crying]
and set her on fucking fire.
Twenty-seven hours.
[gasps]
Is Abby okay?
Mild concussion, but she's fine.
- My mother? - I stitched her up best I could.
She'll live, unfortunately.
That's for tasing me.
That's for lying to me.
Are we done?
[short chuckle] You feel better?
I feel great.
You stupid little bitch. What were you thinking?
I was thinking I needed to save my wife, which I did.
I killed Paulo. Why the fuck am I tied up?
Because I don't trust you.
The assassin's in motion.
Gonna hit the G8 tomorrow.
Why you telling me?
Because the consensus is, apparently, you're needed for this.
Figure out who you are. You can't be both of them.
One will win.
Finally got me into your boudoir, you old bag.
The stuff of my nightmares.
Oh, really, this is too pathetic
a way to kill me, even for you.
Yes, I know. I imagined something quite different.
Like a stake through the heart.
Then you would combust into a million bats.
It's a funny thing about faking your own death.
When you're actually dying, it's a bitch.
Isn't it?
You owe me
a tooth.
And you owe me a husband.
And a son.
And a life.
You took it all away from me.
And you don't think that leaving
a five-year-old child and coming back years later
and manipulating him to murder thousands
of his colleagues had anything to do with him breaking away from you?
He was broken by you when he was five years old and saw his father
burning to death in his bed.
Broken again years later at 23,
when you took him under your wing and made him believe
that violence against those
inconvenient to your idea of progress
was somehow justice.
Maybe I felt guilty.
Maybe I was trying to point him down the right path.
You can't point down the right path
with your hands covered in blood.
But really, it's very sweet of you.
But you are a poor imitation of a father.
[wistful music playing]
I loved him, too, you know.
Thomas.
Well, apparently,
not enough to spare him.
- It was an error. - It was my life.
So, either just get on with this or tell me this:
if you're not here to kill me
and you're not here to gloat...
why are you here, Bernard?
You good?
Well, I didn't kill her, so...
- been better. - [Dahlia] On the contrary, I think
this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Bernard.
I'll leave you to it.
You okay?
The pain's nothing compared to having you.
You were a fat wanker of a baby.
I begged them for a C-section, but they forbid it.
Said natural's best for the child.
Wonder if they saw you now if they'd agree.
Your wife stitched me up good.
Nadia.
Thank you for helping me get my wife back.
Abby.
I'm sorry for what I did to you.
For what I made you.
But there's still time
for you to choose who you are.
What you are.
[footsteps approaching]
- [Mason] All right, look, everyone-- - Already bored.
No one cares.
Don't look at me.
All right. All world leaders will arrive
at the summit tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.
There are checkpoints all over, so no weapon should be fully exposed.
Because once you're inside, with the tech that Joana has,
she can turn anybody there into a killer--
the journalists, the diplomats,
politicians, security guards-- anybody.
She wants to send a message to the world.
So, I think that she is going to kill him at the press conference.
This is insane, right? I mean,
you all agree this is totally insane?
Even for you, Bernard.
It's a seven-hour journey, so we need to go now.
I need to put Abby somewhere safe first.
[Celine in French] Ah, yes of course.
[in English] And we should just trust you that that's where you're going?
[Hutch] Yeah, we've heard that one before, buddy.
And usually it ends up with us getting dicked over.
And somebody's brains all over your shoes.
[Nadia] I can go with them.
Make sure it stays on track.
Yes. Fine.
I'm not going anywhere with you. With either of you.
You stay here, they'll find you, they'll kill you.
Then what's Hendrix gonna do?
[tense music playing]
♪ ♪
You would have done the same for your wife.
Is that right?
Because a week ago, I called my wife
and I told her that was the last time I was going to speak with her.
- Do you know why? - Tell me.
Because the only way I can do what I need to do
is to shed myself
of everyone I care about.
That's why.
Don't ask me to appreciate your sacrifice.
I'm not gonna play "blood on my hands" Olympics with you.
- You were gonna let Abby die. - Yeah.
As I would have let Joe, Val,
you or me.
Because the alternative is exactly the same.
We fail, they die anyway.
What do you want from me?
Remorse.
[gentle music playing]
I'm sorry.
- No, you're not. - Yes, I am.
I know what I took from you when you were a boy.
I know it only too well.
It haunts me every day.
And I'm sorry.
Very.
But maybe what we do tomorrow
can start to set things right.
There's a cottage about a mile away from the safehouse.
You can take Abby there.
And then I need Mason Kane, one last time.
[suspenseful music playing]
♪ ♪
Hey, I didn't mean to rile you up back in London.
And Rome. And Tuscany. And France.
That's all right. Don't worry about it.
Just a little on edge, if I'm being honest.
I've been thinking...
we might not win.
We might not be able to stop 'em.
If they fuck up the whole world and destroy everything
and the shit really hits the fan...
...what happens to the people we care about?
I don't even know what I'm trying to say.
Just... I guess
you all have family.
Well, you got her.
[pensive music playing]
You've done a good job protecting her.
We can protect the ones we love from being killed,
but the most important thing
is to protect the good
that's inside of those we love
from being killed.
You're doing that.
Keep doing it.
[laughs]
- [Sharpe] There we are. - [Celine] Thank you.
[suspenseful music playing]
♪ ♪
So we were friends?
We were.
Close?
Mm-hmm.
Were you in on it-- what he did to me?
No.
Then why didn't you tell me who I was?
I really didn't know how.
[foreboding music playing]
[knocking]
Mr. Prime Minister.
- Where is Mr. Braga? - I'll be quick.
I have put 12 billion in an escrow account.
Once we kill President Aronov and you've transferred control
of your satellites to us, the contingencies will be lifted.
I have my own contingency.
And what would that be?
These satellites are the most powerful on Earth.
Their surveillance is unparalleled.
After the transfer, I don't exist.
Me, my wife, my children,
we are exempt from your prying eyes.
We remain free.
[suspenseful music playing]
Keep typing.
[Seo Jun sighs]
Come on.
Good girl.
[thunder rumbling]
I'm sorry for what I did to you.
For what he took from you. I don't...
I don't recognize him.
The man that's capable of...
That that's part of me.
But I'm here, too.
Everything I'm doing is for you.
I will do anything for you.
I love you.
Do you remember the weekend we went to Portland?
We stayed at the Marriott and got hammered in the parking lot.
Yeah.
Do you remember I left, got another room?
I mean, you were pretty fucking wasted, so I don't think you'd remember.
But, yeah, I left. Um, and the reason that I did was because...
[thunder rumbling]
When we were in bed, you said her name.
Nadia.
You whispered it in your sleep.
[somber music playing]
That was the first time.
It happened... after that a dozen more times
over the years, and I should have told you,
but I told myself I didn't know how.
And I tried to believe otherwise, but I always felt that, when you looked at me,
when you really looked at me...
...you were somehow hoping you'd see her.
♪ ♪
I don't think you can blame it all on him.
On Mason.
[thunder rumbling]
All right, you lock the door.
If anyone comes, doesn't matter who it is, you shoot first.
Understand?
When I get back, we'll talk.
I won't be here when you get back.
- What do you mean? - You go do this,
I'm gonna go get Hendrix, and I'll take her someplace you'll never find us.
I go do this,
- and we can get back to our lives. - No.
That's what you said a month ago.
You'd finish the mission, we'd go back to our lives. That's what you said.
Here we are again. So I can see how this repeats.
It'll just be one more time.
One more go.
One more mission, and I am kept from my kid.
Off grid, stashed somewhere until you come back for me.
Until you say so.
And you and Nadia are off saving the world again.
And Hendrix and I, we give up everything
so that you don't have to... to let go of anything.
Do you understand?
- God, it's not like that at all. - Isn't it?
[thunder rumbling]
[Abby] Why'd you come back?
I was pulled back in.
Or was it him?
Were you two drawn back to each other to save the world? It's a perfect cover.
[Nadia] It's not a cover.
Everything I'm doing is for my daughter, and that's it.
Do you love him?
You may hate him, but do you love him?
The least you can do is tell me the truth.
I wish I didn't.
[tense music playing]
And do you love her?
I'm not doing this.
- Why not? - Because it's cruel.
The truth is cruel.
I just risked everything to save your life.
Do you love Nadia?
I love you.
[dramatic music playing]
Okay.
Then we go now, we go get Hendrix, we do not look back.
You can't have both.
You can't be both.
Okay.
Okay. Let's go get our little girl.
- Okay. - Yeah.
Okay. Okay.
[thunder rumbling]
[phone ringing]
Yeah?
It's ready.
She's done it.
[tense, dramatic music playing]
[Joana] Activate.
On it.
[gun cocks]
Do it.
Come on.
[ominous music playing]
I'm sorry.
I have to go.
[both grunt]
What the fuck are you doing?
[grunts]
It's you.
[intense music playing]
[grunting and groaning]
[groaning]
[yells]
- [pained yelp] - [groans weakly]
[gasps]
[grunts sharply]
[panting]
[groans]
[pulls out knife]
- [blade strikes] - [grunts]
[frustrated yelling]
[gasps]
Hold on, okay?
- We got to move you. Okay. Come on. - [grunts]
Come on.
- [grunts] - [screams]
[somber music playing]
[Registrar Gucci speaking Italian, distorted]
[groaning]
[grunting]
[pained grunting]
[distorted laughing]
[thunder rumbling]
- Come on! - [groaning]
You got this.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry. I love you.
I love you.
Hold on. Hold on, okay? Hold on.
Mason.
[mournful music playing]
[gasps]
♪ ♪