All language subtitles for Argylle (2024)

We got it together, didn't we?

They feel ourselves
through more and more ways.

That's the world now.

Nobody but you and me.

I certainly hope you don't.
This is what it's about.

Must you even ask?

I don't need you.

Do you know who I am?

How I wish you were
here to capture my heart.

Not simply to capture me, Agent Argyle.

I guess the wordy-bird
doesn't catch the word.

Any of the last words?

No one helped Kara?

Who's Kara?

The girl who gave up being the
next Steve Jobs to save his sorry ass.

You're welcome.

The Rog made me hear exactly who I was.

Well then let's get the hell out of here.

Kara!

Kara!

You need to stay on target, Argyle.

No, I can save her! Heh heh.

Why? I love that.

Watch your status.

Well I suggest you hurry up.

That means for you.

Oh, this is the only
exit route off the island.

The good news?

This place makes phenomenal karate.

Because it's about to
be your last meal unless

you tell us who told
you that we were coming.

You don't answer if you're getting the
same temperature as my coffee right now.

Which next to you is ice cold.

So?

You and I are not so different.

You're a terrorist.

Then what, Agent Argyle?

Does that make you?

Be advised, Rog.

Agent Argyle is on route
to your location now.

It seems you serve the same monster.

Argyle, why don't you complete your
mission and return to base? Argyle.

Cut your feet.

We're on a ride now.

The Directorate will come after us.

So we go dark.

Off the grid.

All right.

We trust each other.

And no one else.

You understand me?

From this moment forward

that the whole new ballgame formed our own.

For he knew there was no turning back.

That nothing would ever be the same again.

I'm actually an aspiring writer, but
I can never seem to find the time.

Do you have any
advice? Oh my goodness.

I know how hard that can be.

For me, when I was a waitress,
I was juggling so many shifts.

I never had the time to really
write until the skating accident,

which I thought was being spoken about.

And I think when something
like that happens to you,

it makes you realize that
tomorrow is a promise.

And that if you can't find the time,

you have to make the time to do
the things that are important to you.

And once I did that, all the
characters and stories and ideas

that have been trapped in
my head for so many years

finally got let out onto the page.

Alright, let's take another question.

Yes.

It's no secret that you are the
spy novelist's actual spy street.

You have even predicted
real life geopolitical events.

Fleming, Forsythe, Le
Carre, they all had the

same touch and they
turned out to be real spies.

So, are you a spy too?

How will you do it?

Gosh, I wish, I wish that would make
everything so much easier, but no.

As boring as it may seem,

the secret is research, research, research.

Although that is what I would
say if I was a real spy, so...

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Boo!

Yeah!

Okay, next question.

Yes? When are we going
to get the spy? Oh, wow.

Very exciting.

Yeah, gentlemen,
that's a great video.

Sorry if this sounds a bit forward,

but I don't know if I'll ever
get another chance to ask,

so do you have any plans tonight?

Very flattering.

But tonight, I actually do have a hot day.

Help more than a prince
with its weight in gold.

Of now, of a delivery.

As discussed.

This phone is the key to the master file.

Go to London. Once you've arrived,

you'll receive a call in
that phone for my employer,

the world's greatest hacker.

Finally, reach up the silver bullet,

which will destroy the
directorate once and for all.

Here's our file.

Morning, hi!

Did you see my email I sent
you last night? Oh, I read it.

Overnight?

The whole thing was free.

I'm your mother, of course I did.

Took two Adderall, started.

Couldn't put it down?

I was blown away.

You did it again, Angel?

Mom, I'm so relieved.

I was going over and over
into my head and trusting and...

Ugh, I'm just glad you like it, honestly.

Now we can get it out to the publisher.

Right, well... Oh no.

What? Nothing.

They book.

The book is phenomenal, sweetie.

But... You don't think
it's ready? It's just.

.. it's the end thing.

I'm reading this thing, I'm
on the edge of my toilet,

Arval about to get the master file,

defeat those SOPs,

and then the big
twist is... It's in London.

Huh?

What?

No.

No, no, no, no.

Does he get the file or not?

What happens next?

Call the cliffhanger.

I'm not going to tell you.

It's called a cop-out.

And you can't do this to your readers.

A cop-out?

I fly in on Friday.

Make a weekend of it.

Brainstorm?

Or a little bit of unnatural?

Let's figure it out.

Ugh... Alright, it's fine.

I'll just... I'll fence
around with it until then.

You need to bring this story home now.

Yeah, I think you have one
more teeny tiny chapter to write.

It'll be fine.

See?

You hear that, buddy?

One more chapter.

I sleep.

The next flight to London
isn't leaving till morning.

Seeing as I have
time to kill, I thought.

..

The what?

When I stay here,

I enjoy the fireworks at noon.

I'll show you fireworks.

God, that was bad.

To the least.

The whole town.

The road is just... way off.

What I meant to
say... Missed me was...

What about you, Alfie?

Any thoughts?

Anything?

Okay, I don't know how
stressed you get with work.

Pick it, please. Pick it.

Wait, Alec.

Are you on a train?

I figured I'd just come
down to the city to see you.

My father would be so excited to see you.

And dear little Alfie is corny.

He'll take you out for a nice dinner.

Maybe you'll even meet
someone while you're here.

Who knows?

As appealing as that sounds, Mother,

I am in a relationship.

You are?

With who?

A relationship with my work.

Oh!

What's our guy?

Well, what is the point of success
if you have no one to enjoy it with?

There's a reason I write about
spies, not romance, Mother.

You've gotten complicated.

Well, what's so
common? Uh, yeah.

Uh, I'll call you later, then.

Bye.

Bye.

Bye.

Uh, sorry to disturb you.

Does this scene take
a moment? Yes, yes.

Unfortunately, it is.

That's a shame.

I'm sorry.

No, no.

That date is taken.

He got up, but a man
was, um, is sitting there.

That's fine.

If he comes back, I'll just get him.

Whoa!

Hey!

There's a cat in there.

There's a cat supposed to be
in the hat, not in the backpack.

Look at this.

What are you doing for a monster far out?

Oh, look at that.

What's his name? Howdy.

Howdy.

Howdy.

Howdy, boy.

Ooh, yeah.

Is there enough oxygen
in there? Yes, of course.

I'll leave you alone.

You won't be left alone.

I understand.

Have you read this? Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

Okay.

Excuse me.

Oh, my God.

Aren't you?

Is this your only frigging Conway?

Far out!

How about that?

I am such a man, and this is honest to God.

You're best yet.

I'm not just saying I'm not.

How do you do it?

Book after book, you
just crank them out, man.

You know, when you're
passionate about what you do...

You never work a day in your life.

Ain't that the truth?

We're both lucky that way, you and I.

Oh, yeah?

What is it you do? Espionage.

Right.

The greater the spy, the bigger the lie.

That's tricky.

Oh, not what you expected
a spy to look like, huh?

Well, yeah, in fairness, that is just
about the only thing that books get wrong.

A male model of a bespoke
neurojagger with a stupid haircut.

It's to stand out on a train, as
opposed to everyone else in this car.

Ben, you never noticed.

Have I lost you?

You all right? No, I'm fine.

You know, I met him
when I said I was a fan.

The next day that he
comes over, he's not just

drowning by for
himself, he gets my drift.

He's one of them.

And I realize it's maybe hard to believe
that by the time I've broken his wrist

and his pistol falls
into a map, perhaps he

would have built a
better trust in one another.

And you'll be able to
accept two key realities.

Reality one, you are in grave danger.

Reality two, when I say it's time, it
would really be beneficial for you.

You're holding on to
me as tight as you can.

I'm talking bear hug like
you've never held anyone before.

It's like...

Do you understand?

You dig what I'm
saying? I am so sorry.

Miss Colley, would you
mind signing my book?

We're really going to play
this game? Uh, yeah, um.

..

Would you end?

It's embarrassing.

Yeah, yeah.

Here we go.

God, I love this book.

Who's the weirdo now?

Not a real person.

Don't worry.

I have it all under control.

I got everything under control.

Ugh!

Don't do this to me!

Are you okay? Oh, geez.

Please!

I give you the gun, you give it back to me.

This is that trust we're
talking about, Ellie.

The train is on the train.

Turn it on like this.

Come on.

Isn't this fun? Wait a second.

No, no, no, no, no.

Don't do that!

Whoa!

You're real scared, you bitch!

Okay, I'm going to take care of this.

Okay, this is going to be challenging.

It's just me. Remember the guy on the
train, the kung fu, the beard? I shaved.

The guy on the train. Yeah,
remember the Lord? I know.

I know. I know. I recognize you.

I'm sorry. I'm being rude. I apologize.

We haven't been formally introduced.
My name's Aidan.

Aidan why? No, no, no.

Stay back.

Okay. You're lying.

Where's my cat?

Alfie's right over there.

The kitchen ain't working very pretty soon.

Just like Mom feeds him.

He's fine. And you're not.

You're in big big trouble.

You don't have cameras in my house.
You're not a spy. You're a pervert.

No, not a pervert. A spy. I'm a spy.
Doing my job. Not a pervert.

That's the bad guy's
feet that we're tapped into.

Who are these people?

You see that guy right there?
Remember him from the train?

His name's Carlos.
He works for the division.

The real-life version of those
bad guy spies in your books.

And the head honcho.
He's called Director Ritter.

Do I need to remind
you what is at stake here?

What would happen if that turncoat
son of a bitch masquerading as an agent

were to recover our master
file before we knew? I'll find her.

Do you have my word?

Deputy Director.

Is that like when you
gave me your word while

we'd never get within a
hundred miles from him?

We can still contain this, sir.
I'm overwhelmed with confidence.

No, this doesn't make sense.
Why would the division care of me?

Because you're a
goddamn fortune teller, Ellie.

Come on.

It doesn't take a genius
to imagine a covert

intel organization the
world doesn't know about.

It sure as shit does to
predict they'd go rogue.

Yeah.

Somehow you wrote a story that's
still unfolding as we speak book five.

You read book five? Oh, yeah.

The bad guys, too.

The division has read book five?

The division doesn't miss a
single keystroke in yours, Ellie.

But your new manuscript kicked the hornets
test and you didn't even know it existed.

That's why the division
wants you once they had you.

And they were going to let you go or worse.

Much, much worse.

Oh, Clementine.

I only come for you.

Did you know that Clementine
was my grandfather's? Yeah.

He named it after his mother.

He was a very strict man.

And I always found him reasonable.

And he had a policy.

He would only kill if it
was absolutely necessary.

For food, or to vanquish an enemy, or to...

Mistakes were made. It won't happen again.

Oh, I know where you are.

How was that? I'm certain.

What exactly is it you need me to do?

I'll tell you on the way.

Ah, cats! God damn cats!

You had to bring me cats, man.

But you said you loved cats.

You have a hanky or a peggy square.

What, you have allergies
or something? Never mind.

It's fine.

You lied.

You lied about liking cats.

How am I supposed to
trust you now? I'm a spy.

Spies lie.

It's part of the gig.

That and killing people.

Well, that's really reassuring.

Okay, you want truth? Here's truth.

What you wrote in your new manuscript
actually happened, but it wasn't our guy.

It was me.

I brought in this hacker
who had hired a scumbag

called The Coonan to steal
the Division's master file.

Yeah, I got all the dirt on him.

Everyone you asked for.

Ritter, Carlos.

I've got proof of bombings,
election fraud, radioactive poisoning.

He needs to make Darth
Vader look like married puppets.

I'll put your precious
master file on a flash drive.

I reckon the Division
will give you a lot

more, not to give
this silver bullet to you.

So, the price just tripled.

We still got a deal?

Yeah, okay, we got a deal.

Yeah, I'll follow the sign.

Spasiba.

The master file was my
silver bullet to bring the Division

down, the proof I was
going to use to expose them.

When I went to London, there
would be a scumbag in the show.

So now the bad guys and
I are racing to find them.

And we both think that your
fantastic imagination is the key.

So where is he now?

No, no, no, you can't expect
me to know the answer to that.

Why not? Just tell me what
happens in the next chapter.

What you're asking me to
do takes months of research.

Years.

Reading, interviewing, memorizing
math, getting to know a city.

I've never even been to London before.

Well, great. Let's start there. Yes.

Ta-da.

I don't do planes.
I met you on a train for a reason.

The chances of you dying in a
plane crash were like 1 in 11 million.

The chances of you staying here in the
Division find you not so good right now.

That plane is your best friend.

What do you say?

I can't do this.

Ah, breathe, breathe, breathe.

Delicious.

Oh, champagne, though.

Oh, no, I couldn't. Okay, twist my arm.

How about this plane, huh?

I've never been on a plane before.

Well, this is one hell of
a way to pop that cherry.

You know what I mean?

Yeah, like this is going
to help us if we crash.

You okay?

It's a dabbing exercise.

It's meant to bring my
stress response under control.

It's what army bikers do.

Look, guys.

Do you have a dry
alcohol? It helps.

Hey, look at me. Hey, look at me.

One of my first Division
ops, I'm in Algeria.

I have cornered in a sorority refugee camp.

Literally, the base amount that shot.

To hot.

Not to hot.

It's a shot.

Isn't it a shot?

No, no, there's nothing. It's to hot.

It's a mess.

It's just not to
hot, okay? Okay.

Now I start free-scaling this sucker.

I'm a mountain climber,
so I know any minute I'm

going to just wham
free-fall 300 feet per second.

First, like a water balloon I impact.

So what did I do?

I stopped worrying about the
10,000-foot rock face above me,

and I worked the three-foot
space in front of me.

So when you feel that fear, remember,

that focus on the only thing that's real.

What's right in front of you.

Look at that.

Come on.

Thank you.

I had to bring the cat.

What did you expect me to do?

Leave him to fend for himself? Come on.

Be fine. Cat ladies always
dialogue and cats figure it out.

I am not a cat lady. I'm not.

And what's your problem with my cat?
Exactly.

He's really cute. He's cuddly.
He's loyal. He's kind.

Please. He suddenly dropped dead.

That cat's chewing your
ears off in 48 hours, Max.

Which, with you around,
is more likely by the minute.

This is the spot.

The Albert Memorial.

I showed up right on time.

I could have never called.

Question is what happened?

It's a good question.

What happened?

Not a rhetorical question.

What happened? I can't just.

..

Look, I'm up at the end, sorry.

Sure you can.

End of book five.

Our guy was on his way to
meet a hacker in London, right?

So you just write one more chapter
and tell me what happens next.

No.

This is not my process.

Well, we're in a public park
being pursued by assassins,

hunting you on behalf of the most
dangerous fire organization on Earth.

So unless you have a better idea,
perhaps you could compromise.

Okay, let's find a seat.

Sir, we found them.

They're at the Albert
Memorial in Hyde Park.

This is life right now.
One of her fans is livestreaming her.

I'm standing there.

Standing on my...

Carlos!

Yes, sir?

A loyal local team.

I want all U.K.
assets repositioned and fixed on them now.

Get me the audio. I want to hear this.

Digital debris activated.

How are we doing there,
Father? Please, please.

Don't rush me.

God, thank you.

He's getting her to write the next chapter.

It's not more of this.

You know, we just did a
chapter, maybe a couple of pages.

All right.

The rendezvous point.

So this is just a notion?

Why would you give me the phone?

No.

The phone is the message.

Up there. Look.

I put a $2,200 encryption
chip in a $20 possible phone.

He's trying to tell
us how to... Find him.

I see the phone.

You mean the flip
phone? The burner? Yeah.

We need to open it up.

If I'm right, the cooning could
have fitted it with an encryption CPU.

Sure.

Where is it? Throw it out.

You don't have it? You threw it out?

That was a clue.

Ran out of juice. It's a burner.

What kind of supply are you?

Clearly, not working
with Agent Argyle here.

This chip, in theory, could you make
end-to-end encrypticals? In theory.

But the person on the other end
would have to have a matching...

You heard the DISAC database?

He picked the chip to
lead us to his satellite.

You find the satellite before the cooning?

The question is... How do we find the most
operational DISAC satellites in the U.K.

? Watch the master at work.

You know how to do that?

You're here to teach me
a thing or two, you know.

So, I'm just going to back over
here to the DISAC database.

Every satellite they sell has
to be registered with them.

If we don't crack this
before they do, heads will roll.

Oh, look at this. Metasplory firewall.

That's a Metasplory firewall.

Yeah, I can crack it. Just hold on.

Well, I can crack it. Hold on.

Challenge accepted. Almost there.

Almost there.

I'm in.

I'm in.

I'm in.

C. Org, I'll do that.

Let's see. Try doing that.

So what do we have here?

How many satellite
locations are there? A lot.

That's 96 to be precise.

Shit.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

But he would have picked this location,
the Albert Memorial, for a museum.

What's the closest one to here?

You're looking for this puppy right here.

And that's the absolute closest address?

To the Memorial.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, sir.

Coburg Street.

Coburg Street.

As in Prince Albert
Jackson? Coburg.

I think we found her again.

What's up, you're right.

Rider's intuition.

What's up?

What should we do?

Well, I am a spy.

After all.

All right. Rider's intuition, huh?

Notice anything?

Yeah, if the coon room's loaded,
you wouldn't live in a dump like this.

Team One, what's your status?

We're two miles out.

No, it's wallpaper over brick.
Does that seem normal to you?

Whoever lives here had bad taste.
Let's split.

What are you doing?

Look, look, look.
There's a line. This is a clue.

Look at this.

That's spackle. That's plaster. Let's go.

This is something.

We got 95 more locations to check.
Come on, get out of here.

No, no, no, no, no. Just wait.
Let me figure it out.

I know this is the place.

Okay, you're gonna waste my time.
I'll waste your time.

You like to dance?

No.

I do.

You see anything?

Will you please give
me just, like, a little

bit of warning before you
start shooting? He's right.

What happened to all this
spy, lock-picking expertise?

That one looked harder.

Hey, how bright. Now we're talking.

What's this? It's a bow key.

How do you know that's a bow key?

Other than a light.

IP addresses, VPN IDs, drop sites.
It's all encoded.

This is the Anakin symbol.
It's Bakunin's namesake.

It's after the 19th century
Russian anarchist. This is it.

This is Bakunin.

This is Lornbark.

Yeah, could lead us to Master File.

You were right.

We figured it out.

Nice going. You figured it out.

Wow.

Can you figure this out?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Ooh!

Yeah!

Who is it?

Tell me to mine.

Shit!

What's this?

What's this?

This!

Hey, Dad just used up one
of his nine lives, trust me.

Kind of a nightmare.

Yeah, yeah. Not his kind of moment.

Actually, it was a lot better.
It was pretty good.

potential, please.

Thank you.

Okay, these division dudes, they
come in waves. There's gonna be more.

So unless you want to stick
around for me to read, I suggest we...

But yeah.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I'll make you a catch.

I can't stop that.

Of course you can.
The human skull is shocking the girl.

What?

It's just like crushing an egg, right?
You hit a melon with a hammer.

It's like, you just lift
up your leg and push.

Like that, right?

No, no, it's great. It's fun.

Like the twist. You have to do the twist.

Try doing the twist. One, two, three.

And push that, hit. One, two, three.

I don't dance. I don't crush skulls.

Well, then this should be
a fun experience for you.

Three, two, one.

Ellie, what's happening?

What happened all the crushing?

What happened? I did my job.

You didn't do your job.

Yes, right. No, so I wanted to. I did.

It didn't really seem necessary.

You were saying? My bad.

There's more of them?

Where are you going? Where are you going?

A ladder or something to get down.

No, we're going to jump.

What?

We're going to jump.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
There are stories up.

You're right. We're going to
dump this whole thing through.

Underneath that tarp is a crash mat.

Guaranteed I'm telling you.

What if you were wrong?

Look, do you trust me?

Look where I've got you so far.

We were cornered on
a roof about to get killed.

Fair point.

Let me ask you something.

You trust Alfie,
right? Of course.

Holy shit.

It worked.

Thank God.

We're going to jump.

Arms out, landing on her back.

It's getting like a trust ball.

You ever do a trust ball? Yeah.

It's going to be great.

Alfie's on his own.

We're going to get down there.

Oh my God.

Look at him. He landed like a ninja.

He's totally fine.

Ready on the count of three.

One.

Two.

Come on. We're sitting next. Let's go.

Come on. Let's go.

I like it.

I'm so sorry.

This is direct regret.

For time wasted.

Is wasting more time?

Fuel up the jet.

I'm taking a little trip to Europe.

Leave me alone.

Finally.

A little acknowledgement.

Oh, who wants to make friends?

You want to be friends?

Why do you keep pretending I'm not here?

Oh, you're so hallucinating.

You're there because
you can't stress my anxiety

triggering a visual coping
mechanism or something.

You're just a character beneath him.

Am I?

You know, you're a pain in the ass.

You know.

Go away.

Get out of here.

Get out of here.

You can't scratch me.

Hmm.

I wonder why.

Our boy used a symmetric
key algorithm to encrypt it.

Are you still a construction?

Why, Massey's game.

Straight out of book one.

Huh.

You actually showed up.

You do know you're a hot pile.

Yeah, it wasn't bullshit on the train.

I'm a well-reader.

You're one hell of a
writer, I think, kind of like.

You don't have to pass by here.

Yeah.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah.

The shower's all yours.

Try to tell me something?

I think I probably should do that.

Yeah.

Okay.

If I can take an answer.

Hey.

Yeah.

Yeah, I got her.

No, it's a little bag.

No, no.

She didn't suspect the goddamn thing.

No, no, no, look.

She brought me nuts.

Ellie Conway needs a bullet in her head.

No.

Listen, I bring her to you.

Okay, I'm done with this shit.

No, no, that's it.

That's it.

What are you doing here again, Leonard?

How much sugar can one
man need? I don't get it.

No, no, I'm not here for sugar.

It's your daughter.

Call and collect from London.

It's Ellie.

Hello.

Mom? Mom, hi.

Ellie, oh baby, we were worried
sick when you didn't show up.

What are you doing
in London? Leonard.

I'm trying to speak with my daughter.

Can we have some privacy, please?

But it's my phone.

Like it was my sugar.

Did I test her before that?

Go home, Leonard.

Ellie, wait.

You got on an
airplane? That is great.

Yeah, well not as great as it sounds.

I'm in some really big trouble, Mom.

Trouble? What kind of trouble?

It's complicated.

I can't say, not in an open line.

Open line?

Oh, so now you're trying to give
me a full-blown anxiety attack.

That's it.

Come home, Elizabeth.

No, no, I can't.

I don't have any money.

I can't use my credit cards.

I have no passport.

I just...

I just didn't know who else to call.

Okay.

We're going to come to you now.

Book us flights to London!

England!

Do you remember the house?

How did I put you down up for
your 30th anniversary? Like I forget.

It's the, um.

..

The... Don't say it out loud.

It's both the same suite there.

And what happens? It's a.

..

It's just a trip for dad.

It's a... It's a
couple conferences.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Ellie.

Oh.

Are you okay?

Are you hurt? Yeah.

No, no, I'm fine.

I swear.

I swear, I swear.

Then give me an outfit.

You must be starving, dear.

I ordered all your favorites.

Oh, thank God.

You look thirsty.

I knew you were healthy.

Look, I didn't forget you either.

Okay.

Now, is this all a tax thing?

Because we assumed it was taxes.

No, Mama.

It's not... It's
not a tax thing.

Listen.

Where you guys followed.

Follow.

Who on earth would want to
follow us, dear? I can explain.

Or try to.

Where's dad?

Down the hall getting high.

This whole cloak and day are busy, dear.

It's scaring me.

Okay?

Now, I just want to know...

Don't open the door.

It's your father, dear.

No!

Mom! Mom! Ellie.

This damn hotel.

They make you call room service
for ice, can you believe it? Come here.

I'm Bell's.

Dad, I'm sorry.

I dragged your mom into it.

I didn't have anywhere else to turn.

Don't apologize.

It's what parents are for,
no matter how old you get.

Oh, my God.

You're trembling.

Sit down.

Come on.

Sit down.

And what are we always saying?

This do show that the
well... No, I don't know.

But I sort of think this one
might not pass as easily.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

So something I wrote in
my new book, something

I may have got too close
to something very real.

And because of it, a
rogue spy agency, a real

directorate, suddenly
thought I could help

them recover this digital file they'd been
searching for until they came after me.

Mm-hmm.

Well, has to get away there.

Oh.

Well, another spy saved me.

He promised he could protect me if I
helped him drop down that same file first.

He convinced me.

He was the good guy
until I found out he was not.

So I swiped the only lead
we had on this file, and it was

like a hacker's log book or
something, and came here and...

Well, I just...

I just don't know who to trust.

So now you're experimenting with drugs.

Mom!

No!

Look at her eyes.

Look at the... Ellie.

This log book?

Where is it?

Did you bring it? Oh, yeah.

It's over there.

It's in my backpack.

You have to go to the police.

Or the FBI? No, Mom.

You don't understand.

These people, they have eyes everywhere.

Well, we can't just do nothing.

No, you have to take it to the press.

That's what you have to do.

Take it to Anderson Cooper.

Someone like that,
they can... I don't know.

Barry?

What do you think?

Barry!

My attention, dear.

What do you
think? Well, I'm just.

..

I'm just happy that you
made it here safe and sound,

and that psychopath didn't hurt you.

You've got to forbid
something happened to you.

I don't know what your
mother and I would do.

I'm thinking that is just fine.

What happened?

Go kill us, please.

I'll get you, buddy.

No, no, no, no.

You have to take it to someone else.

Shit, I'm just...
They didn't do this.

No, it looks like Ellie.

Let her go.

This is so difficult.

What happened to Ellie?

You've got to trust me, Ellie.

Trust you?

You said you wanted to
put a bullet in my head.

Are you hurt?

You take things way too literally.

And I would love to
put a bullet in his head.

I mean it.

Enough.

You kill me.

The division will never stop hunting you.

Never.

Dad.

He's not your dad.

How'd you see? Is she such a.

..

Shut up, world.

Don't think I won't enjoy killing her.

Let's go.

Hey.

That woman just tried
to blow your brains out.

Who's the only person who hasn't tried to
kill you in the last 72 hours? Intentionally.

Let's go.

Come on!

Let's go!

In the car!

Let's go!

Mommy!

The cat!

I can't believe you might have to go back.

I have to.

You're kidding me.

He is the only family I have.

Please.

You want to go up there
and die with the cat?

Or you want to come with me
and hear the truth? It's your call.

There's more bad guys coming out.

Make the call.

You trusted an elfie.

This is what makes me be a monster.

I'm my elfie and I'm never
going to see him again.

I'm never going to see a elfie again.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Aiden, you tell me.

You tell me.

Do you think I'm... Do you...

I'm okay.

Okay, maybe that's a dumb question.

I'll tell you one thing you're wrong about.

You do have someone you can trust.

And trust me.

You need some rest, kid.

The greater the spine, the bigger the line.

Everything is going to be okay.

Nothing.

Nothing.

It's Angela.

That's right.

You like France?

They went well well.

The prodigal spy returns.

Is that it? Mm-hmm.

Good night.

Ellie, this is Alfie.

Alfie? Oh, her cat.

Name her Cat Alfie.

It's a perfect name.

Or a very cool cat.

Is it Alfred Solomon? Yeah.

The former Deputy Director of
CIA Alfred Solomon? Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

No more tears.

Promise? Thank you.

Would you like to
go for a walk? Sure.

Do you know why?

One of the oldest grapes there is.

Been around since the Roman Empire.

Grown all over the world.

Do you know why the wine we make

tastes so distinctly different

from a pinot made in, say,
Napa or Tuscany? Mm-hmm.

This ain't great.

The difference is where it's been.

The summer heat wave
gets you a more exotic,

tropical flavor.

How your elevation gives
you an acidic variety, and so on.

The products and the environment.

The terre bar, as the French call it.

Can't know what a grape is.

Do you know what it's been through?

This is how the ancients
fermented their wine.

A technique forgotten by history
until thousands of years later

when a French farmer stumbled
upon the ruins of vests like these

buried on his property.

And voila!

What was lost was now found.

That's the thing about the past.

It's persistent.

It could be buried,
but it's still down there,

waiting for the right person
to come along and pick it up.

What.

..

is all this?

Why...

Why are we here?

Because, Ellie Conway,

it's time for you to meet
the real Agent Argyle.

Those books you write,

Aiden told you they were predictions.

No, they're not.

They're memories
of who you truly are.

Welcome back, Agent Argyle.

This is it.

Who needs food?

Do you hear me?

Looney Tunes! I am a right.

..

Regardless of whatever deep,

fake nonsense he just showed me.

Oh, for the love of baby Jesus!

I can't even believe
what's happening to me!

Stop whining!

Your name is Rachel Kyle,

and you don't whine about anything.

You're calling this whining?

These spy novels are cheesy crap.

You don't even like cats.

You're a dog person!

I am not!

I am Ellie!

Ellie Conway!

Well, I miss Rachel.

I'm sorry.

You clearly miss somebody
who's not me, okay? Okay, fine.

You know what? I never want
to see Ellie Conway ever again.

The car is all yours.

Au revoir, Ellie.

Great.

Revoir.

Let's go.

How fast are you?

So, we meet again.

I'm messy.

My old soul is taking so goddamn long.

I put myself out there in the
field to capture these images.

There are my results.

Where's yours?

Decrypting a lie messy scheme takes time.

But there is no time.

Everything hinges on this.

Tell me.

We need to let your memories
come back in their own time, naturally.

Otherwise, you could lose everything
that's buried in there for good.

What happened to me? Okay.

Last time I saw you was,

the morning you left Toronto,

who was the governor
at the Albert Memorial.

It wasn't me who went there.

It was you.

And you never came back.

We still don't know what went wrong,

how things went south that day.

We just know that you
turned up in a local yard,

in a coma,

a Jane Doe,

down on the banks of the Thames.

Which is where the division found you.

By the time I tracked you down,

they'd already moved you
to a hospital in the States.

If you weren't Rachel anymore,

you were a blank slate.

You could remember a thing.

So the division tried a different approach.

One day a woman I
knew was Dr. Margaret

Baudelaire, Chief of
Sci-Ops for the division,

walked in with Ritter.

We are your parents.

You are Ellie Conley.

A small-town waitress survived
a terrible skating accident.

We brought in a few things so
that you can remember who you are.

They laid it on real thick.

Look at this. Your music box.

But you're not meant for those
hand-picked by Baudelaire.

Visual triggers to remind you of the
life they wanted you to believe you lived.

Ice skating awards? That's right.

And... Baudelaire's work
was M.K. L. Trump's stairways,

and trained Canada-type stuff.

What happened? One of them.

Which left me with only one place to turn.

Alfie, the man who trained us.

He opened an investigation,

but without the master file as proof,

Ritter, Adam dismissed us conspiracy
theorists and has been hunting him ever since.

With Alfie on the run and
no one else left to stop them,

the division set about
the last part of their plan.

Now that you're starting
to remember who you are,

we thought it might be time
to give you back your journal.

Yeah.

So you can finally write all the
stories that you wanted to tell.

The journal that they gave
you is a phony, written by Dr.

Baudelaire.

All she did was give
you the building blocks

of your life just enough
distance from the truth

to protect the actual
names, places, events,

hoping to get a glimpse
of your real memories

through the stories they
encouraged you to tell.

Crazy part is it worked.

You started to write a
novelization of your real life.

You just had to sit back
and watch it play out.

Book by book you got closer and closer
until last week you were on the verge

of giving the division exactly
what they needed to know,

at which point they were
going to... They'd kill me.

I wasn't going to let that happen.

Not on my watch.

Wait, sir.

You've been watching
me for the last five years?

Yeah, I guess I have.

But, you know, not in a creepy way.

Just because you forgot who you were...

doesn't mean I ever did.

I know you better than
you know yourself, kid.

Who am I, Ian?

Well, once upon a time
there was a CIA opera

just about the finest
field agent I ever trained.

It's just why you were
recruited by the division.

And just like in your books,
there was a real quiet.

You were the real
quiet? You're welcome.

I just pictured why it's so
much... Bigger, stronger.

Yeah.

I guess that's how your
unconscious remembered me.

I'm flattered, I think.

There's a real cure, too.

You look familiar?

Unfortunately, Vogue didn't need to change
the way you described her in your books.

I guess this is what happened to Greece.

So, Kira...

Actually... Well, then let's
get the hell out of here.

Killed in action.

Shot through the heart just the
way you wrote it by the real Lagrange.

Looks like I was gonna
bring her back, you know?

The reader had emailed in this
insane, brilliant idea for a twist.

More insane than all of this.

Guess not.

Yeah, he's done!

Get yourself down here!

Flame Master just got his ass whipped!

By me!

The data in Bakunin's logbook
tells us he left the master file

with the keeper of secrets, Ms.
Sabah Al-Badah.

According to the Quran,

to keep another secret is
a divinely mandated duty

to divulge it and find the holy sin.

Ms. Al-Badah has taken that
belief to a whole nother level.

Now, Bakunin does specific
instructions that the master file

is to be retrieved by one
person and one person only.

The agent he was making the deal with

and an old acquaintance
of the keeper, Rachel Kyle.

No, no, no, no.

If the keeper is expecting Rachel Kyle,

she will know something's
up when she meets me.

I get anxiety, I have panic attacks.

Only because you've been
systematically conditioned to my logo.

Whatever they did to my head worked.

Because I am not okay.

I can't pull off a spy mission.

I can't even look at him
without seeing Argyle.

Yes, Argyle speaks to me.

You know what?
I find it kind of reassuring.

Don't you get it? I am losing my mind.

If I'm not losing your
mind, you are finding it.

Argyle is your subconscious,
finding to tell you who you really are.

Ellie.

Ellie.

You can write Agent Argyle.

Good.

Hit you too suited and booted.

And if you can't remember the reality,

I suggest you both dress like the best.

Looking good.

I'm not feeling very good.

You'll be all right.

Two club shows, please.

When the keeper's rage will
summon us, perhaps it's relaxed.

Listen, if you're nervous, that's okay.

Why would I be nervous?

Of course I'm not nervous.

There's nothing to be nervous
about, right, Agent? Thank you.

Of course we're nervous.

It's gonna keep out.

Totally freaking out.

If it's good for
nerves, dance it.

Dancing?

There's no dancing.

You're the only person dancing.

What about this?

Agent, I can't dance, sir.

Maybe L.A. Conway can't dance,

but Rachel Kyle sure can.

I can't.

Oh, she can.

You got it.

I don't know.

Let's get silly.

What's this?

This is ridiculous.

No, Agent.

I'm not gonna get away with that.

This check of plans
all fuel up is taken off.

Can't dance, huh?

No.

What the hell is this?

Remember the Worthy Bird?

What?

Rachel's go-to, let me tell you.

What do you mean?

You got book four.

I don't know.

Yeah, I don't know what's happening.

What do you mean?

This was our song.

What do you mean?

It started in Mogadishu.

It just didn't feel right about.

It happened.

It's gonna happen again and again.

We just keep finding ways
to find each other, I guess.

How long will we end?

Till the day he disappeared.

I wanna tell you the
second I saw him, I trained.

That's been the toughest part.

Okay.

Yes.

It's not enough to love you, kid.

Part of the pressure of my life.

So, we will be together.

No.

I won't.

The public displays of
affection are not admitting.

Of course.

I'm just wrapping that up, boss.

Right.

The keeper will see you now, Miss Kai.

Oh, great.

Just Miss Kai.

Enjoying the swine.

I guess lovely. Thank you.

The legendary Eurasian Kai,

pretending to be a timid spy
now that it's for five long years.

Bravo, my darling. Bravo.

But you must have missed it.

You must watch all of it.

The killing, the lying.

Me.

I'm not really here for a truck
down memory lane, darling.

Of course not.

Please don't.

When your job is to keep secrets,

you learn to spot a line.

Which leaves me puzzled
because I watched you.

At Ellie Conway? Never so.

I was deep cover.

I played the part while.

Too well, it often seems.

So tell me,

who are you really?

Agent Kyle?

Or Ellie Conway?

Because I don't believe your folks.

And only one is walking
out of this room alive.

I am...

I don't know what to say.

Of course you do.

You don't need me.

You just need you.

Climb up.

Other than that, in my line of work,

Saba,

you tend not to give a shit

what a bottom feeder like
yourself thinks about anything.

So I'm afraid I must ask.

Are you going to give me my goddamn box?

Or are you going to make me take it?

Perhaps you haven't changed
so much after all, Agent Kyle.

You're welcome to use my computer.

And how do I know that's secure?

There's a reason I'm the keeper of secrets.

It's because I keep them.

And you're going to be a very happy camper.

I'm so proud of you.

Agent, there's something I
need to know, okay? Yeah.

I need to know who you can trust.

Now I know who I can't.

Well, now don't blame our host.

Blame yourself for
showing me to the lecture.

You.

Please don't try to be stupid.

I'm not this boy.

I don't need to wear a
bulletproof vest in here.

If all of us could start anything,

the keeper's pen would finish it.

So what do we do now?

How about a nice
cup of tea? Darn.

I'll be bothered.

You first.

So...

You read what was on
that drive, didn't you?

You're starting to learn the truth, Rachel.

It's coming back to you, isn't it?

Starting to remember.

Just remember why you went to Bakunin.

Remember who sent you.

You found me a real good time.

Maybe you are as good as they say.

Why, transfer complete.

It's my sieber.

And give me what I came here for.

Yeah, it's not here.

I'm so surprised.

Relax, sweetheart.

Fire's still yours.

It's waiting for you and only you.

We're the keeper of secrets ourselves.

Abaddon.

Rachel.

Follow the membrane.

Keep going.

My business here is done.

You will be the most loyal
of all the Division's acolytes.

There she is.

Dear.

Are we still, uh, dad and daughter?

Well,

whether you remember dad or not, man,

I do care about you, Rachel.

And watching you these past five years

live this panic existence.

A lion convinced she's a lamb just...

just killed me.

Are you my daughter now?

But I am the man who helped
you grow into the woman.

You were destined to become.

But we still have a problem.

You have the master file.

That's what we don't have, is Alfie.

He will never stop trying to expose us.

So please, just let us know where he is.

Bear, I don't know.

I'm not mine, I don't know.

I don't.

It was a vineyard.

Somewhere in the middle of the
French countryside, chasing those.

It took me there, I was sleeping.

Well,

despite our efforts of
persuasion, he won't talk.

I see.

I can get it out of him.

Let the lamb...

Lord.

I'll make you a deal.

Follow me.

You give me my Alfie,

and then I will give you yours.

Do whatever you want with him.

I hate cats.

Me too.

John.

We had this reconstructed
for when the director and I

were needed on base,
but you wanted to pay for it.

Hated wild hair, still refuses to speak.

Oh, not surprising.

But we're going to try something else.

Aidan, please.

Tell them.

I think they'll get ugly.

But,

where is Alfie?

Are we talking about the
cat again? Cause, kill me.

Kill me now, fellas.

If you tell me now, I
promise you won't suffer.

But the longer you take
to answer the question,

and you will answer,

that'll be the length of
time I take to kill him.

Do you understand?

How about this? How about,

I answered your question
and you answered one line first.

Cool? You don't want to
fuck with me right now, Aidan.

That's one thing I can't quite square away.

Once you knew I knew
the truth about the vision,

you could have killed me.

And they're right there, which didn't lie.

As soon as you start to say no stuff.

Cut your face.

I think it's because

you wanted out too.

Just ignore him.

You were division through and through.

You always were.

It is why you killed Bakuna.

You killed Bakuna because you
were playing both sides of the fence.

Till the very last second,

you're gonna get that
file and do the right thing.

I know you were.

Got the con away.

That person,

that's not all for ten, you know?

They can't erase that person.

All that goodness, that's in you.

That's who Ellen Conway is.

And that's who you are.

We're gonna want to check
his necklace for a tracking test.

What about Alfie?

How the hell are we gonna find him now?

He was never going to tell us.

That was a complete waste of time.

Besides,

my mind is clear now.

I know how to find him.

I checked my watch

when we got there, so

it was at least a twelve hour drive.

Couldn't have been in Burgundy.

In fact, for every mission I
was ever on in the south of

France, the sea of it...

I'm not sure.

Well, yeah, it was.

Yeah, it was.

What? Do you want some?

Is that legendary enough for anything?

French license plates
are numbered by region.

It was 70.

70? I'm sure of it.

The south of Atlan and north of Clonine.

Those are almost there.

A little further down. It's clear.

Almost there.

Because you gave me
access to your mainframe,

I just sent a Master Five to Alfie.

You gotta be kidding me.

How are you still alive?

Can I relax on my side?

You scratched me.

Now look who has a cloth.

A lot of your mono.

Aiden, it's me.

Okay, I'm putting down my gun.

On the ground.

I'm gonna get up very slowly, okay?

Same side, Aiden.

Same side.

Same side, huh?

You shot me in the
heart! Two words.

Vascular corridor.

It's how I was gonna bring Kira back.

Book six.

Kira!

There's a two-inch space.
You hit it just the right angle.

It looks like a shot to the heart, but
the bullet will go through and through.

I can save her.

As long as you stop the bleeding.

That's the dumbest thing
I've ever heard in my life.

Then why are you still alive?

You purposely shot me through a
two-inch passageway on my chest after

not firing a gun for five years
based on an idea of fansetting it.

Is that right?

Yeah, I mean, I did do the research on
it, but yes, yeah, essentially, that's it.

Who's the fan? Jeffrey Dahmer?

Yeah, that's impressive.
I'd like to meet that man.

Yeah, fine.

Tell me about us.

Sir, I found her.
She's in the altar. Put it up.

With Agent Wilder.

What?

How is this asshole alive?

Right now, we have to
get to the server room on

the ground floor to
send out the master file.

Which means we'll
have to make it through

every soldier the
division has on this base.

So, what are you saying, Agent?

Want to dance? Oh, man.

I thought you'd never ask.

Okay.

Holy shit!

I can't see anything.
Give me thermal imaging now.

Thermal imaging coming up now.

Open the extraction bin. All of them.

I mean every single unit.

Yes, sir.

Who's the fire?

What far can we put
all time? Holy shit.

He's right.

It's crude. It's oil.

Where's this place?

Gun's down, boys.

Knife's up.

Where'd your gun out be? Is he okay?

We're gonna go with a bang.

Let's go with a bang.

Are those memories
real? Oh, yeah.

I mean, apart from the accident, you
can skate. You're a really good skater.

Kissy memories are pretty real, too.

Hold my stick.

You got mine, hot sauce.

Mama's gotta get to work.

I hate the job moves.

Let's ride your fire attack there.

Let's ride yours.

Open fire now!

Shoot her!

That deserves a kiss.

I've had a hot date in the server room.

She discovered that she'll be alive.

And these are the only people...

Safeguards we've put
into place after the Conan.

You were quite a team.

You can now say that you died as a team.

And that will happen.

No!

Ah, Jesus!

Yes, I am so proud of you.

You know, Cass says it's Christ,
the shit out of Ritter's Eyes, man.

We needed those.

What's the plan?

I know what to do.

Come on, tell me.

I'm just like that.

Coming for him.

Agent R.

Coyle! Stand up!

Stand up!

Bravo!

Hey, whoa!

Whoa, whoa!

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

God damn it!

Whoa!

Come on! I'm so sorry.

Are you back? Yeah.

Are you kidding? Yeah, come on.

God, is that.

..

I'm seeing two Keiras.

Are you seeing two
Keiras? I see one.

Keira?

How are you alive?

What do you think was the
personal experience with that one?

That's the plan? Hey, come on.

When I didn't hear back from you, I realized
you really had forgotten everything.

So I burrowed my way into the Division's
networks, waiting for the moment to strike.

And then when I saw it, they brought you
in and I thought, the moment has arrived.

Stand straight.

Are you forgetting something?

There is no next mission to go.

And there are final questions
for the one and only Ellie Conway.

Alright, uh, yeah, we're done here.

Hi.

If we're never going to get another Argyle
adventure, you've got to at least tell us

what do all of these characters
do once the story is over.

Well, I'd like to think I'll pick up a
Distinguished Intelligence Medal from CIA

after using the master file to expose
the Directorate's remaining agent.

Kira.

Kira always said that
she could be Steve Jobs.

So, I think that's what she did.

She went out, monetized the tech
she developed for the Directorate,

and proved she was right.

And as for Argyle and Wyatt,

they're partners.

So whatever it is, they do that.

I'm sure they do it the
way they do everything else.

Okay, next question.

Uh, yeah, gentlemen, you'll shirt me back.

Uh, yeah, I don't have a
question to search for, uh...

...for me.

But she...