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This is totally fascinating.

The last woman in England to
be imprisoned for witchcraft

was during World War II,

because she somehow knew about
a boat that had been sunk.

She described it as if she'd been on it.

I never really pictured
you as one those people

that believes in all this psychic stuff.

Oh, my mom's always been into it.

Well, we become our parents.

First scary thought of the day.

And first scary face.

Agent Bendix. What an
unpleasant surprise.

- Amanita Caplan.
- Shall I fill in my answers now?

I don't know. I'm not sure. I
don't recall. And Australia.

The problem is...

I don't believe you.

Well, I believe the rich
should pay more taxes,

which means believing in
something doesn't make it so.

Let's cut the bullshit. I know you've
been in contact with Ms. Marks.

- You know it because I told you I was.
- Recently.

Nomi said you would still be
illegally reading our texts.

It's not illegal if
you're a wanted felon.

But I am not a wanted felon and since
you don't have her phone number,

that must mean you've been
illegally reading my texts.

It is a crime to assist a felon.

How would you know I was assisting unless
you yourself were committing a felony?

I didn't come here to play games.

I came to promise you this:

if I don't put Ms. Marks behind
bars, I will put you there.

One thing you should know
about me, Amanita...

I keep my promises.

God, what a douche.

- Tell me about it.
- Are you okay?

Probably need a shower when I get home.

And some Mission Chinese?

Hey.

I thought you said no
context of where we were.

That's just on the cell. I bounce
that signal from Australia.

This is a closed network. It's safe.

Safe? That word seems to mean
something different all the time.

The police are wrong.

He didn't kill himself.

It was shame.

Shame killed our father.

At least... we still have each other.

Hey!

That's government property.

You want another two weeks?

Another two weeks.

Feels like I'm hitting a wall.

I really made a mess
of things this time.

I don't know.

I was trying to fix everything.

I think I just fucked it all up.

I know you'd say that's
what I always do.

Maybe it's true.

Maybe I do fuck everything up.

But this time...

this time it's cost me the only
thing I've ever really wanted.

- Hey, Capheus!
- Hmm?

I've been thinking... why don't we hire
one of those real good artists like Mozee

to paint Jean-Claude this time?

That guy's expensive.

I know, but this comeback
has to be legendary.

The Van Damn is back. Badder than ever!
We need to make a statement.

- Ah, have you seen the Go-bama?
- Hmm?

Ooh! That thing is sick! I
mean, it looks just like him.

People care about that shit.
Face is important.

- You think so?
- Yeah.

I don't know.

Jean-Claude doesn't look
the same as he did.

Neither does Obama.

Hmm. I'll bet the Go-bama used
Hope Obama and not Now Obama.

Yeah, yeah. No one wants a wrinkly
gray-haired dude on their bus.

Exactly.

Faces change, you know?
But not the heart.

True that. True that.

To be legends...

we need a heart like Jean-Claude or
Obama more than we need their face.

- Yeah? Then next stop?
- Hmm?

- Legendary!
- Aah!

Speaking of faces... I must say, you're
looking a little different these days.

- New barbershop.
- Oh.

- You're looking good. Very good.
- Yes! Thank you.

Art is material.

It is wed intractably to the real world,

bound by matter and matters.

Art is political.

Never more so than when
insisting it is not.

Art is dialectic.

It is enriched when
shared and impoverished

by ownership and commodification.

It is a language of
seeing and being seen.

Uh, would someone care to
fill me in on the joke here?

Yes. Totally.

Is this art, Mr. Fuentes?

Is it art, Mr. Valles?

What do you think?

Why don't you tell us what you see?

Looks like shit-packer porn.

"Shit-packer porn." That is...

That is very interesting.

Yeah.

'Cause this is where the relationship
between subject and object reverses.

The proverbial shoe
shifting to the other foot.

And what was seen...
now reveals the seer.

Because the eyes of the beholder find
not just beauty where they want,

but also shallowness, ugliness,
confusion... prejudice.

Which is to say the beholder will
always see what they want to see,

suggesting that what you, Mr.
Valles, want to see

is in fact shit-packer porn.

Whereas someone else...

someone with a set of eyes capable of
seeing beyond societal conventions,

beyond their defining biases,

such a beholder might see an image of...

two men caught in an act of pleasure.

Erotic to be sure, but also...
vulnerable.

Neither aware of the camera.

Both of them connected to
the moment, to each other.

To love.

And as I have suggested
before in this class...

art... is love made public.

Joaquin kept his word.

It's...

It's all over the Internet.

I am sorry...

- No.
- about all this. I...

It was worth it just to
hear you describe it.

So...

Here we go.

Here we go.

You were a cop?

I am a cop.

I was an ecologist.

I used to be able to see...
so much beauty in the world.

And now all I can see is what he sees.

I thought I was safe here.

But he found me.

Just like he'll find you.

But don't worry.

I have a secret.

A way out.

Somewhere where we can go
where nobody can find us.

What is it? What is it?

It's him?

- Is it him?
- It was her.

- Angelica?
- Angelica.

Yes.

It's okay.

You're safe.

You're safe.

Ah, Ms. Bak. Hello. Please have a seat.

- Who are you?
- I'm Mr. Lee.

Mr. Chen sends his apologies, but
he's unable to continue your case.

Why?

Conflict of interest.

Was he threatened?

So... why are you here?

I believe in the law, and
the law has failed you.

You do not belong in here
and I'm gonna get you out.

Has the court agreed to a re-trial?

No.

Without your father's testimony to
authenticate the new documents...

they have rejected the appeal.

This is the law you believe in?

I'm going to subpoena your brother.

Stay away from Joong-Ki.

He is more dangerous than you think.

And when I get out, I want
him where I can reach him.

What's up, Neets?

- Heading to work?
- Late shift.

That guy Bendix was here again.

Unbelievable.

They don't imprison a single banker for
stealing billions of taxpayer dollars.

Instead they come after us.

Welcome to America.

How is she?

Handling it better than most.

I'd go crazy trapped in
that little room all day.

You and me both.

You know I heard that.

Oh, shit. I thought I turned it off.

You should leave it on. It'll give you
a sense of what I'm going through.

I could handle you, but
all those other voices?

I'd have lobotomized myself by now.

I'm kind of getting the hang of it.

Lito can be a bit of
a handful sometimes.

Drama queen?

Definitely.

You know I heard that.

Oh, shit.

- Oh, no. Is it Lito?
- Yeah.

Uh-oh. See you in a sec.

Hey.

Why is it when I feel
scared, I end up with you?

I don't know.

I'm such a chicken compared
to most of the others.

I'm worried for you.

I hope that what I said
to you at the museum

didn't make you do something
you didn't want to do.

No.

No.

What you said was important to me.

I needed you to say it.

But it doesn't make what is
going to happen any easier.

If you need anything...

Thank you.

I know I can be a bit... dramatic.

But really, when you came out, did you
have to deal with anything like this?

No.

I... I know something's wrong.

I feel... trapped here.

Is it the villa, or is it Positano?

We can go somewhere else.

It's not a place.

It's a feeling.

Are you, uh... feeling trapped by me?

- By this marriage?
- No, I... No.

Um...

What's trapping you?

If I were to try and explain it to you,

you would think I'm actually
crazier than I sound.

Try me.

Okay.

Okay, fine.

For starters, there are people,

people that I feel connected to all
over the world that are innocent

and yet they're locked up in prison.

And they are trapped by circumstance...

or by things that have
happened in the past.

And then there are people without
the privilege that we have

and they feel threatened
because they love a person

who the world has decided
that they shouldn't love.

It's wrong.

Terrible.

Kala, Kala... I think I
know what's going on.

You do?

I, uh... talked to your mother.

You did not tell her that
we haven't had sex yet.

I did.

I mean, I needed some guidance.

You asked my mother if I was a...

Kala, I now recognize that
this was inappropriate.

- Inappropriate?
- I'm supposed to pretend I'm not up...

- set?!
- Am I supposed to pretend this is okay?

Hey. Hey, calm down. Okay?

- I hate...
- that word.

- I hate that...
- word.

They're trying to provoke us.
They want us to be upset by it.

Of course I'm upset!

But if you don't mind, maybe you
can explain one thing to me.

Why is it even news?

Who gives a fuck who I fuck?

This is the 21st century, people.

Get over it!

This is insane. You can't go out there.

Fuck these pirañas!

Come to my house.

You took me in.

Let me help you.

Rajan, we may be married,
but my body is mine.

It is not a field of land
to be purchased and plowed.

It is not for you or my
mother to gossip about.

Kala! God, woman, you're
a force of nature.

I've been an ass. Please,
just forgive me.

I was insecure.

I know there were a lot of issues.

The travel and other things.

But I began to wonder that, if
now that the wedding was over...

- you were still having second thoughts.
- No.

I told you they were done.

And they are.

The more bullets I find, the
more impossible it looks.

We were very lucky.

Come on, I know luck. And this?

It's not luck.

I get that some things are difficult
for people to talk about,

but when I think about the fact that
we haven't talked about that day,

- it gets me a little upset.
- Why?

You're a damn good driver.

You are a loyal son.

You're even half a decent mechanic, if
I'm here to instruct you. However...

I've known you since you
were ten years old.

And one thing you're not, Mr. Van
Damn, is a genius of martial arts.

It's me. Jela.

Come on, what happened that
day with the Superpower?

Look, I know it's
going to sound crazy, but...

a spirit.

You sure you want to tell him?

- Maybe it's time.
- What's time?

The spirit.

She's here. Good to see you.

Where is this spirit from?

- She lives in Seoul.
- Korea?

She's a businesswoman.

My age exactly.

Born the same moment I was.

The first breath I took, she
took too, but in Korea.

What a thing, yeah?

She's here now?

Sort of.

- Actually, she's in prison.
- Prison.

Why is she in prison?

It's complicated.

The sad part is that while she was
there, her father was murdered.

Does she know that your
father was murdered?

We have many things in common.

Why did the spirit pick you?

That is a mystery I can't explain.

But I will always be grateful for.

Me, too.

I know we live in our little bubble
world in this city, but, I mean,

when I look at those pictures of Lito
and Hernando, I think, "That's hot."

Mmm! So hot.

I just don't get it.

Why can't the rest of the
world see what we see?

I don't know.

But they're in a safe place now.

Mmm!

Salud!

You're nervous.

Someone's been following me.

Police?

Cops made it clear they didn't
give a shit about the shooting.

Sounds like cops.

If you need help...

I'm fine.

If you need some air...

I'm good.

It's not what you think.

Jonas.

- Daddy?
- Hmm?

Can we go see the swans?

Of course.

Did you know swans mate for life?

That's his daughter.

Fancies himself quite the family man.

Loves pretending to be one of them.

You're not the first one to try to
hide in the corner of his mind,

waiting for him to make a mistake.

The heroin helps, doesn't it?

The connection feels vague.

He's usually meticulous with his pills,
which means he's made a mistake or...

he wants us to see this.

Stratford? Maybe Cambridge.

What are the pills?

We call them blockers.

Cuts you off from the psycellium.

Temporarily turns us into them.

Keeps hunters like him protected...
and prisoners like me isolated.

You hear that?

It's the blocker
dissolving the connection.

Where are you?

BPO has pits all over the
world to throw us into.

We know BPO is receiving funding
from governments all over the world,

but we have very little
on who they actually are.

Of course not.

This is an organization responsible for
hunting and controlling what they see

as a very dangerous species.

They're afraid of us. So you and
your cluster must be very careful.

How many hunters are
there like Whispers?

No one is like him.

But there are others, collaborators,

networks of recruiters working for BPO.

I keep having visions... of Angelica.

I keep seeing her in a... in a cabin.

The cabin.

First place I ever considered a home.

But I've never been there.
How can I see that?

A genetic birth transfers genes.

A sensate birth transfers
sense experience and memory.

You are Angelica's children,

so parts of her consciousness
still echo in you.

We weren't her first cluster?

No.

What happened to them?

The same thing that's happened to me.

And that in all probability
is going to happen to you.

Sadly, they've realized I'm visiting.

Shit! Wait, wait. What about Whispers?
He must have been born into a cluster.

They're all dead.

In his sleep, he still talks to them.

He's coming. Go!

This is incredible. 9/11, World
Trade Center, planes hit.

This guy was guided out of the
building by a vivid physical presence.

Wow.

- This guy, Kolovi...
- He's the professor in Chicago?

Right. He cites Freud's theory
of pre-language communication

and suggests the psychic synaptic
field would explain a lot of things.

Like how inventions and scientific
breakthroughs happen at the same time

all over the world.

Has your mom contacted her
anthropologist friend?

- She's setting up a meeting.
- Good.

Because the more I read, the more
I'm starting to believe this.

Me, too.

Spanner.

- You believe in miracles?
- You know I do.

Feast your eyes on the
comeback of the century!

They thought that he was done,

that no one could come back
from that kind of a beating.

They forgot one thing...

Van Damn always comes back!

Whoo!

Wham! Bam! Here comes the Van Damn!

Muscles from Brussels never dies.

Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes, yes, yes!

Hey...

- Hey, hey...
- Wait... Wait, wait, wait.

- Hey! Whoa! Get out! Get out! Get out!
- Whoa, whoa!

I never thought I'd say this,
but I think the king is dead.

Hey. Five minutes.

Soo-Jin.

We all chipped in
and then bribed the guard.

Why?

Because I knew it was your birthday.
You shouldn't be alone.

Come sit.

Okay.

Happy birthday.

Happy birthday, Van Damn!

What?

My God! How do you
find all these places?

Touring. My friend Vincent owns it.

I had one of the best shows of my
life and I celebrated staying here.

- Vincent...
- He's the one helping us with the drugs.

Should I be jealous?

Only if it makes you want me more.

It's your birthday. I
promised you a sex-nic.

Oh, I so need a sex-nic, but you
promised before I became a fugitive.

I'm a woman of my word.

And besides, are we really gonna let
Agent Bent-dick ruin all our fun?

Hell, no.

Happy Birthday.

What...?

Such a naughty boy.

I picked it out myself.

This is from me.

Oh, my God!

Oh, my... Oh, my God!

Mr. Kabaka, I can't accept this.

I just want to honor the gift
you gave to me and my family.

This is a very small
thing compared to that.

Oh, my goodness!

Ohhhh! Oh...

Oh, my...!

I mean, look at this!

Are you kidding me?

You said she was a Jindo.

I thought she could keep you company.

Thank you.

Ow!

- Sorry.
- Just kidding.

- Perfect.
- Yeah?

Can you hear the music?

Yeah...

It sounds like a radio that
keeps changing stations.

I know.

Mmm.

We did agree that I shouldn't
visit unless it was an emergency.

This is more than an emergency.

We shared our first breath.

Now it's time to celebrate
that breath... together.

Whoo!

- It is my birthday!
- Lito!

My friends.

Tonight, we're gonna dance.

Hey.

Can I play with you?

Anything is possible in Positano.
Yeah, go ahead.

- That was fun.
- It was.

I don't know why I'm here.

I think we all know how
this works by now.

Do we?

It works very inconsistently for me.

That is a beautiful necklace.

I, um...

Rajan threw me a beautiful party.

And tonight, uh...

Tonight, we're going to...

Have sex.

Uh...

Yeah.

When I'm in the ring...

there are times when my body
moves without me telling it to.

It moves without me thinking, "I
should do this, I shouldn't do that."

It moves in harmony to the moment.

The first time something like
that happened, I was 17.

I was invited to a major tournament.

My final opponent was
a boy named Woojin.

He was a smart and skilled fighter.

But my father was in the audience.

I believed if I won, my father would
let me compete in the Nationals.

But it had the opposite effect.

After the fight, my father forbade
me from ever fighting again.

You are the best fighter I
have ever fought in my life.

It was an honor to be
in the ring with you.

I learned more about myself and
about Woojin in that locker room

than if I had fought
him a hundred times.

We exist... because of sex.

It's not something to be afraid of.

It's something to honor.

To enjoy.

- Is that you?
- Yeah.

What are you drinking?

Champagne.

- Perfect.
- Why?

- It's my birthday.
- Oh, lucky me.

Let's go.

Looks good.

Yeah, okay.

Oh, my God!

Hi.

What are you doing?

You just appeared.
I figured you wanted it.

Of course I want it! Give it to me!

No, this is immoral.

What?

My wife!

There aren't any words
that could make me happier.

- Make love to me.
- Except for those.

- Okay.
- Okay.

No.

No!

- That was you. You did this.
- You did too!

- Did what?
- Never mind.

- I'm not going to watch this.
- Well, maybe you should.

- Uh, should what?
- Be quiet.

- I'm silent.
- Enjoy yourself, Mrs. Rasal.

Oh, I intend to!

Can you please be more respectful?

Yes! Yes! Slap it!

- She likes it.
- Oh, I do! I do!

I can hear you.

Stop listening.

Kala.

- I can't. I can't.
- What?

Kala! Oh, no! Oh!

Oh, my God! What happened?

What happened, baby?

- What happened?
- I think it snapped! I think it snapped!

Oh, my God!

Oh, it's broken!

I'll call the ambulance! Just hold on!

I mean, all we have is an
image problem on our hands, Lito.

What matters most is
everybody understands that

that disgraceful picture is a
violation of your privacy.

No one can prove it's even real. It's
obviously doctored, that picture.

The reprobate who posted
it online is going to regret it.

We will sue him to high
heaven and then back to hell.

Gonna teach this country you don't
question the manhood of their heroes.

Capiche?

I'm...

I love you guys.

You've been very good to me.

But I can't live a lie anymore.

You can't what? Is that
a line from a movie?

You're an actor. You get
paid to live lies. Come on.

The audience is not legally
entitled to truth.

This is who I am.

Okay? And I... I don't want to deny it.

I'm gay.

I'm gay.

Okay. We get it.

- But there will be consequences.
- Legal consequences.

Career consequences.

Fuck consequences.

Fuck consequences.

Buongiorno.

Buongiorno, doctor.

So, how are you doing?

Much better.

Well, you've dodged a bullet, eh?

I don't see this often, I have to say.

A phantom fracture.

"Phantom"?

Yes. It's good news.

Rupture of the superficial dorsal vein.
Not a true fracture.

A sprain is all.

A bit of rest and you'll be out
and able to enjoy your vacation.

Honeymoon. We're here on our honeymoon.

Oh.

Well, it could have been far worse, huh?

Count your blessings. Hopefully
we will have no complications.

Comp... Complications?

Yes. Penile problems.

Oh, my Ganesha.

Painful intercourse, painful
erection, erectile dysfunction.

But it's looking good. I'm
not expecting any problems.

Is there anything I can
do to aid the recovery?

Well, your husband needs love.

You're just married.
Love cures all ills.

Well, most.

Well, some.

Good luck, hmm?

- Thank you, doctor.
- Have a good day.

You'll be fine. Don't worry, I
think everything will be fine.

- Are you okay?
- Please don't.

Your love causes pain.

Sugar?

Why are you here, Auntie?

I don't know everything
that happened in your past,

but I'm aware my husband
made his choices.

And you made him pay for them.

So are you here to forgive
me or make me pay?

One day I suspect you will pay
a price for your choices,

as my husband and his
son paid for theirs.

But, rest assured,

the finger on the trigger
will not be mine.

As you know, over 20 years, your
Uncle Sergei amassed a portfolio

of business and property interests
throughout East Berlin.

I've come equipped with a...

a map of the city, if I may?

Berlin is presently divided
into four major territories.

I call them "kingdoms." Nice
dynastic ring to it, no?

The kingdom of the west, run by
Volker Bohm, I've marked in blue.

To the south, dominated by
Khalil Dogan, is in yellow.

Sebastian Fuchs controls the north.

And your late uncle's kingdom is red.

As a consequence of, uh... recent
events, the east is without leadership,

a situation that will
not last much longer.

Am I supposed to care?

By killing your uncle, you
didn't just out-Hamlet Hamlet.

You might have pitched
the city into a war.

But I am in negotiation with
Volker and the other kings.

I believe it is not too late. You can
still stop the war from happening.

How?

By coming home.

Your presence will calm everything.

It will forestall more
unnecessary bloodshed.

Why?

Because to me, to him, to anyone
who understands this map...

you are still a Bogdanow.

Thanks for the tea.

He found you, Will.

This is how Angelica wasted
the end of her life.

Is that your plan?

Killing yourself with a needle in
some abandoned squat in Iceland?

Oh, no. It's not that easy.

You have no idea where we are.

We could be anywhere.

I could care less where you are, Will.

What I care about is how you are.

Have you looked at yourself
in the mirror lately?

You want to help me... Milton?

Just tell me where you are.

Well, I'm right here, Will.

Same place we are.

Nowhere.

There are standard procedures
for bringing in a new sensate.

You're a cop, Will. You
understand procedure.

I do.

I've been on that side of the table.

I know what you wanna do. You want
to keep me talking long enough...

hoping I'll reveal something
about where we might be.

I could do the same...

hoping you might tell us something
about your beautiful wife.

I'm not wearing a ring, Will.

No.

But you are wearing a tan line,

meaning you removed it
before you walked in here

and that you had a holiday recently.

And being someone who knows something
about these kind of organizations,

I would bet you were asked
to take a voluntary leave

after you fucked up in Iceland.

Huh?

You're making a choice, Will.

A choice that will have consequences
that will affect not just you.

The pain will be felt by
everyone you are connected to.

Your partner, your
friends on the force...

your father.

And of course... Ms. Gunnardottir.

Are you ready for that?

Is it him?

You need a shot?

She reminds me of Angelica.

Beautiful creatures that you know
are too fragile for this world.

When Angelica put the gun
in her mouth, I wondered...

what was the thought that finally
made her pull the trigger?

If Riley comes to the same end...

do you think her last thought
will be of you... or of me?

Angelica couldn't bear the
weight of her choices.

Do you really think
you're any different?

I was thinking about my mom.

Remember her?

There was this one night... he was
gone drinking and we were alone.

She told me...

that she had a secret inside of her.

That I was once a secret.

And that secrets are better than love,
because they kept people together.

Your mother was crazy as cat shit.

You're awake?

If I had to hear one more of your
confessions, I was going to kill myself.

Ow!

Sorry!

Oh, fuck. I missed you so much, brother.

- I need a beer.
- Okay.

Last stop! Everybody out!
Downtown Nairobi.

Everybody out! Everybody out! Faster,
faster, faster, faster, faster!

Faster,
faster, faster, faster!

- Not bad, partner. Not bad.
- Mmm!

- Hey! Hello.
- Yes?

- Mwisho. End of the road.
- This is the end of our route.

- We know.
- What are you doing then?

- Waiting for you to go back.
- Go...

- Why?
- I had told my friend

I was afraid to quit my job.

And then I rode your bus,
and I am no longer afraid.

- Yeah? No.
- Is this a joke?

- No, I swear.
- It is no joke.

We heard how the spirit of Jean-Claude
guided you and protected you.

And helped you kick the
ass of Superpower.

And now we're hoping the spirit
of Jean-Claude can help us.

and we can take care of that.
Can you take care of that?

What?

Everything okay?

Code's not working.

Hello, Lito!

Mr. Sicaro! Good morning!
My door code isn't working.

We had it changed.

Had it changed?

We sent a letter.

- Where?
- Your apartment.

But how am I supposed to get a letter
if I cannot get into my apartment?

I'm sorry, Lito. Have a nice day! Bye!

Mr....

What happened?

- He's not answering.
- Call him again. He has to answer.

I'm calling him! He's not answering!

No, call him again! Call him again.
He has to answer. He works there.

Call him again, please.

- He was the nice one.
- He was the nice guy. He was.

- You said he was the nice one.
- He was the nice guy.

- This is not right.
- Lito, wait. Lito...

- What are you gonna do?
- Please.

- Give me some space. Please.
- What are you gonna do?

- No! Wait, Lito!
- Wait! Lito!

Lito! Hey!

- Are you okay?
- I'm all right!

Give me that.

No, Lito! Lito, what are you...
What are you gonna do?

Holy shit, Lito!

Where did you learn how to do that?

I was a burglar.

In The Devil Died at Dawn.

Also an assassin.

And a toreador. I remember.

You were great.

Oh, you're my hero!

- Good to see you.
- You, too.

Rajan?

Rajan?

There you are.

What is it?

What's wrong?

Did the doctor have some bad news?

No, he gave me a clean bill of health.

But this is good news.

You know, those are the siren islands.

I always thought the myth was
about Odysseus or the sailors.

No one writes much about the sirens.

About why they sing, what they want.

Rajan...

are you going to tell me
why the bags are packed?

It's big, but...

What's wrong, baby?

Ay...

They can't just do this. They
can't just take our stuff.

This is Mexico.

The sad truth is I've seen worse.

"Due to violations
of Tenant Occupancy

as well as proven instances
of grave moral turpitude

and in accordance to the Condominium
Association's bylaws, Articles 69 and 70,

the Owners' Council has unanimously
decided to cancel the lease.

Eviction procedures to be
initiated immediately."

Whenever I wanted something, I
focused everything on that goal...

usually refusing to hear or see
anything but what I wanted.

And I've never wanted
anything like I wanted you.

I've been so blind that I couldn't
see the most obvious thing:

that how I felt about you was not
the same as how you felt about me.

That's...

But if I'm anything, I'm optimistic.

Which made me realize
that it's not too late

for either of us to come
to a quick decision to...

Rajan, please, don't say anything more.

Right now, let us not
make any decisions.

Whatever happens tomorrow, we
will let the fates decide.

But what happens right now...

what happens for the
rest of this night...

please...

let me decide.

- Teagan emailed.
- Your sister?

- She's getting married.
- That's great!

She wants me to be her maid of honor.

Aww! That's beautiful!

Except that I'm a fugitive
and even if I did try to go,

my own parents would probably be
the first ones to turn me in.

That's true.

The signal!

This room is occupied by
Maria but she's at work.

Tartine. But, uh... no thank you.

Watch her.

What's up?

I knew it
was fucking Bent-Dick.

Excuse me.

This is a fugitive
warrant for Nomi Marks.

We have solid information
that she and her girlfriend

are currently residing in this shelter.

I haven't seen Nomi for months.

Either you tell me where they
are or I head straight downtown

and I talk to every grant
office, every politician I can,

to shut this place down.

They are not here.

I wanted to come back first thing...

because if I didn't...

I knew I would never walk
through that door again.

I've been thinking a lot about that day.

I said it was our revolution.

I forgot in revolutions people get shot.

I'm not you, Wolfie.

I'm not Conan.

I'm just a sidekick.

From Wuppertal.

What are you talking about? Huh?

Maybe it's time to go home.

Find a nice girl, settle down.

Hey.

You can come by. Maybe...

we'll have pot roast,
ride the Schwebebahn.

Not so bad a life, is it?

No. Not so bad.

I just... need you to
do one thing for me.

Talk me out of it!

The look on your face, man.

- Yeah, I got ya!
- It was a hell of a performance.

Performance comes later.

I have been in the hospital a long time.

Horizontal, but no fun. Tonight,
horizontal and much fun.

Hello.

Mr. Bogdanow?

What? We didn't order this.

Compliments of the gentlemen
sitting over there.

Who are they?

Friends.

We have friends now?

Things have changed, huh?

Hello.

Where is my attorney?

Regrettably, he has chosen this
time to retire from practice.

He will be missed.

My associates and I have been
hired to take on your case.

- These guys aren't lawyers.
- Surveillance camera just powered down.

We have reviewed all
of the court reports.

These guys are the worst liars
I've ever seen in my life.

They're killers.

Who hired you?

I think you know who.

He wanted you to know that he has
never been the forgiving type.

You think you can kill me inside
a government institution?

Everyone knows how unstable you are.

"She went crazy."

"Jumped over the table."

"We had no choice. We had
to defend ourselves."

This is bad.

- Guard!
- Guard!

Coffee break.

Let's see how you fight with
50-thousand volts of electricity.

Wait, wait, wait! Wait!

Let me ask you one
more question, please.

How much is my brother paying you?

A reputation is not for sale.

No? Not even for 30 billion won?

- Sorry, baby.
- Wait. Wait.

- Keep talking.
- This is bullshit. She's lying!

Wow!

Are you all right?

Thanks to you.

That's what family's for.

I understand pricks like Bendix.
I deal with them every day.

We know. But there's too many other
women who need this shelter.

Do you know where you'll go?

So where did you honeymoon?

Positano, Italy.

Well, you're gonna love this place.

It has so much space.

There's an ideal room for a nursery
just off the master suite.

And I'll miss that girl
from Schmitten. Fatima.

- What?
- Yeah!

There's something I
want to show you upstairs.

Are you sure about this?

If I was sure about this, I would've
suggested it a long time ago.

- So did you fuck her?
- Ah. No, but I...

- The plunge pool.
- Wow.

It's so lovely to watch
the sunset from up here.

Just puts me in the mood.

Carry on without me. I'm beat.

What? My man is calling quits?
Say it isn't so.

What? Are you too drunk to
get the key in the lock?

Shh.

Kala?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hurry.

How are you?

Fine.

There is a story you put
three men in the hospital.

It is not a story.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay,
it's okay, it's okay.

Christian didn't believe one man could
do what everyone is saying you did.

Volker Bohm.

Why don't you take a walk, Felix.

This is a conversation for adults.

We have nothing to talk about.

Take your weisswurst and
get the fuck out of here.

Hello, Angels!

Get in here!

Buddy!

Welcome!

Sorry. I'll tidy this up.

We're just really grateful.

I don't get too many guests.

All right. There's two cabins.

You are welcome to the big one.

Bug's Love Grotto.

I think we're happy with the small one.

Yeah.

Suit yourself.

It's down here.

Silas has wonderful news.

He's building a clinic to provide free
healthcare to everyone in this area.

It is the right of all
people to have health care.

Also a good way to smuggle drugs.

- Launder money.
- Capheus!

I
also have some Narcon.

Great.

Thank you.

Anything else?

A laxative.

I heard her.

I didn't understand the language, but if
he had been here, he'd have heard it.

- Just takes one mistake.
- Yeah, I know. I'll be more careful.

Listen to me.

Just do what they say.

If you don't, they may
never let you out of here.

Hey. Come on.

What's this?

I thought you might
want to call your dad.

It's almost November.

You know they're watching them.
I can't do that. No.

Nomi said it would be fine if
you threw it out right after.

He wouldn't be able to understand.

I'm sure everyone in Kibera
would have the same idea.

I know I've done things to warrant
your skepticism, Capheus.

But do you not believe a man can change?

I've watched you. All your life.

You have greatness in you, Wolfgang.

You don't belong in a shitty apartment.

Are you insulting my home?

I mean no offense.

I've come here as one who
understands your worth.

I've come to offer you wealth, power
and pussy like you have never known.

Um... whatever pussy you
might be hiding under there,

I can tell you we've no interest.

You and I could own this city.

If I was interested,
it'd already be mine.

Hmm.

What are you doing?

Watching my career die in real time.

You promised you wouldn't
do that anymore.

I know, but it's an addiction.

As painful as it is, that's still nothing
compared to what I'm really afraid of.

Mama?

Mama.

Hello.

Hello!

Will?

Is that you?

Hey, Dad. It's me.

Oh, my fucking God.

Oh, my fucking God.

I'm sorry I haven't called. I just...
I don't know. I...

I couldn't.

Willie.

Oh...

Where are you?

Are you okay?

I can't talk about that right now, Dad.
I just, uh...

wanted to hear your voice.

Listen to me, okay? Um...

You gotta get home.

I mean, it's...

it's Thanksgiving, for Christ's sakes.

- You love Thanksgiving.
- Dad, I just wanted to let you know that

I'm okay. I'm okay, Dad.

- I'm okay.
- You're not okay!

There are government agents saying all
kinds of fucked-up shit about you.

Dad, don't... don't believe them.
Don't believe them. It's not true.

If it's not true, good. We
got nothing to worry about.

Why can't you tell me what's going on?

Because it's about Sara, Dad.

Oh, no.

- Dad, you gotta believe me.
- No. Ah, fuck.

It's not just... It's
more than just her, okay?

- Will...
- You've gotta believe me.

you need help.

- You need to get home.
- Are you drinking?

- What do... What do you care?
- You're not supposed to be drinking.

You're not here!

Four months!

Four fucking months!

- I don't know if you're dead or alive!
- I gotta go.

You're not here!

- Bye, Dad.
- Wait a minute. No. Willie. Willie.

- Please?
- I love you.

You gotta get home.

- Son...
- I can't.

I'm not saying he can't do it.

I'm just thinking out
loud, or in your head?

Or whatever I'm doing. I'm just wondering,
do we need to consider another strategy?

Right now, Will is our strategy.
And that is enough for me.

Is it time?

Are you sure you wanna do this?
Because we don't have to do this.

We could... talk about something?
Anything?

Like how we're working on a hack
of the prison transfer system

to get you out of there.

No, I have to watch it.

I just don't want it to upset you.

- I will not be upset.
- It's just that this is a new laptop and...

No, I will not be upset.

Again.

Okay.

Welcome to Smart Money.

Our guest today is Joong-Ki
Bak, CEO of Bak Industries.

So let me set the stage.

Bak Industries looked like
it was on its last legs,

first wrecked by
embezzlement and scandal,

and the death of your father, who
began the company 25 years ago.

It was a terrible loss.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Is that...?
- It's started.

Is she gonna bust your laptop again?

you are the proverbial
Phoenix from the ashes.

To what do you attribute
your amazing success?

Well, uh...

- I didn't know she could speak Korean.
- Nom's full of surprises.

Buddy!

...fresh start, a rebranding.

So you feel the company has fully
recovered from your sister's actions?

I understand she attacked you
when you tried to visit her.

My sister is troubled.

But she's still my family and...
I love her.

People can change.

And it's my hope that
prison will help her

become the kind of person that
our father would be proud of.

Sorry.

Ooh!

Oh, my God! I have never seen snow!

Wow!

Ah, just give it a few days, when
the oil and the soot and the dirt

turns it into a mess.

Why do you have to do that?

Do what?

Ruin everything.

I don't know.

It's my nature?

- No, it isn't.
- No?

You have something good...

and beautiful hidden inside of you.

Just as I have something dark
and wicked inside of me.

We're perfect for each other.

No.

Why?

Because we have to change.

Become better people.

What if I don't want to change?

You do.

You know what I want?

Yes.

I'm afraid I do.

Oh, shit!

I'm a badass motherfucker.

Wolfgang!

Wolfgang! What the fuck are you on?
And where can I get some?

- Check it out.
- Neets, come on!

- We're gonna be late.
- One sec!

What is this?

Evil Santa.

I don't know about this, Riley.

Oh, come on. He has a family.

He won't be looking for you tonight.

I would if I were him.

We have to have one night
that we're not afraid of him.

- Felix, you better go inside.
- Come on. I can't get shot again.

I just came out of the hospital.
That would be terrible plotting.

Going to Grace's?

I love her to pieces but her idea
of Christmas is like a triathlon.

Christmas Kitchen for the homeless,
children's hospital, then home for dinner.

Finally, midnight Queer Choir.

Sounds intense.

Oh, my God, Lito!

This is beautiful! You
bought this for your mother?

Yeah.

She, more than anyone,
always believed in me.

With the check from my first big
movie, I wanted to tell her thank you.

Wow!

What is this for?

A token of my respect and gratitude.

You did this city a huge service and it
was high time someone said thank you.

- Ready?
- Yeah.

What?

What...?

- Ice-skating.
- Yeah.

- I don't know how to ice-skate.
- Yes, you do.

Because I do.

Wow! Kala, what's all this?

I felt like celebrating.

I usually just hang with the virts.

Virts?

You know, virtual family,
online community?

We're all pretty tight.

Though we don't actually
know each other.

Well, that's not true.

In some ways, they know
more about me than anybody.

But we've never actually
met, you know, physically.

- Make sense?
- Yeah.

Hey...

whatever happens, I want you
to know that I am here.

Okay. Come on.

Let's X-mas!

- You look amazing!
- I know, right?

You coming?

Really?

Yeah.

Okay.

Mama?

Mama?

Mama?

I always save your clippings.

The good, the bad and the inevitable.

- Mama...
- This wasn't the hard part.

And it wasn't the friends
thrusting the pictures in my face

with their sincerest condolences.

I never had so many friends call.

Who knew I was so popular?

Dear friends, dear colleagues, dear all:

Now that my famous
movie-star son is here,

let me thank each and every one of you

for showing me your true colors...

during this dark and difficult period.

Truly.

Mama, I'm...

I'm sorry.

No.

You have nothing to apologize for.

Come here, my baby penguin.

Come here. Come here.

Hey.

I know you could have denied
it all, like so many others.

And you didn't.

And I have never been prouder of you.

- Mama...
- Yes, I am your mama.

And I always knew this day was coming.

- You knew?
- Of course.

You were too good a dancer
to be a straight boy.

Whoo!

I love you, Mama.

Why do you like watching
this silly movie every year?

I don't know. I guess I
like what it believes in.

What does it believe in?

People.

♪ I heard there
was a secret chord ♪

- Hi, Dads!
- ♪ That David played ♪

♪ And it pleased the Lord ♪

♪ But you don't really care for music
Do ya? ♪

♪ Your faith was strong
But you needed proof ♪

♪ You saw her bathing on the roof ♪

♪ Her beauty and the moonlight
Overthrew ya ♪

♪ She tied you to her kitchen chair ♪

- ♪ She broke your throne ♪
- I got you a little something.

♪ She cut your hair ♪

♪ And from your lips
She drew the Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Baby I've been here before ♪

♪ I know this room
I've walked this floor ♪

♪ I used to live alone
before I knew ya ♪

♪ I've seen your flag
on the marble arch ♪

♪ And love is not a victory march ♪

♪ It's a cold
And it's a broken Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

Hello, woman in my head.

Hello, man in my head.

♪ Maybe there's a God above ♪

♪ And all I ever learned from love ♪

♪ Was how to shoot at
someone Who outdrew ya ♪

♪ It's not a cry you hear at night ♪

♪ It's not somebody
who's seen the light ♪

♪ It's a cold And it's
a broken Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

♪ Hallelujah ♪

Merry Christmas, Will.

- What?
- No! No!

- What is it? Are you okay?
- He's here.

Oh, no.

I'm less interested in where you are,

and more interested in
where you should be.

Shouldn't you be home?

Shouldn't you be with your dad?

He's a good man, your father.

He misses you.

Okay...

Don't you miss him?

Dad.

So normally these...
these would all be up.

Will'd come over, we'd do it together.
Have eggnog.

But Will's not here.

- He ain't fucking here.
- Dad... Dad.

Let me help you.

- You're okay.
- No, no, no...

Nah, fuck it, fuck it. Forget it.

- Come here. Be careful. Uh-huh.
- Thank you.

- I probably shouldn't have come, but...
- It's okay, it's okay.

It's just when I heard your son
was mixed up in all of this,

I couldn't help but think
about that young girl

and everything we went through.

Well, you know what we say in AA:
you're as sick as your secrets.

He doesn't look well, does he?

My son... is a good cop.

Way better cop than I ever was.

I am sure that Will got
himself into all this trouble

with the best of intentions.

Damn right. He got that, um...
terrorist. Malaki.

If it was intentional.

I was told that, uh...

Will probably was working
with Jonas Maliki.

Dad, Dad, don't listen to him.

That's bullshit.

Well, he did use unauthorized codes
to break into classified files,

he was suspended, he did
flee the country to Iceland

where he terrorized one of
our research facilities.

It's all on security footage.

- These are just the facts.
- They're lies! They're lies!

I don't know what the fuck is going on.

Dad...

Should a man in his condition
really be drinking?

I am gonna fucking kill you.

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I don't care what my son did.

I just want him to come home.

So do I, Mr. Gorski.

So do I.

Okay...

What happened?

He's with my dad.

Oh, Will.

I don't know, Riley. I don't
know if I can... keep this up.

I don't know if I can beat him.

You don't have to.

We do.

And we will.

Grace said you were in
some kind of trouble.

- We're working it out.
- You know you can always come home.

The Man won't find you up with us.

Neither will email.

You know we love you.

Yes, we do, baby!

Thanks, Dads!

- You must stay for New Year's.
- Sorry, Mama.

New Year's, it's a bit
complicated for us.

- Why?
- Um...

My parents were killed in a
car accident on New Year's.

Oh.

How terrible.

They were beautiful people. I miss them.

On New Year's, I like to think about...

everything they gave me and
how short it all can be.

Dani.

Hey...

- Are you okay?
- Hey, Dani, what's wrong?

My family is nothing like any of this.

Every day you tip-toe around,
hoping you don't get in a fight.

This was probably the best
Christmas I have ever had.

Is it horrible to think that it's because
it had nothing to do with my own family?

Oh, no. Dani.

You have been so kind to my son.

You will always be welcome in my home.

Thank you. Thank you.

Welcome home.

What?

What the fuck?

Wolfie, check out the losers down there!

Hey.

- Welcome, Wolfie.
- Hello, Volker.

This place is amazing!

It was built on the site of the
very first sector of the wall

that was pulled down.

The tooth, huh?

All those people down there believed
the wall was dividing the world.

That East and West were separating
people into "us" or "them."

But the real division, the only one that
has ever mattered, was never horizontal.

It's vertical.

Enjoy yourselves.

Okay...

- Careful. Okay.
- I'll do it.

These or these?

Dahlias. Mom loved dahlias.

- Kala?
- Yeah.

Are you all right?

I... I couldn't sleep.

- It's New Year's.
- Mmm.

Our first as a married couple.

It is.

That's a nice thought.

Since you were both
taken from my life...

I have not felt so loved by another
person as I do by this man.

You would love him, too.

Mmm. Goodness.

When I think of my life
just a year ago and now...

how different things would
be if my father had died

or you had said no instead of yes.

How fast everything can change.

In my fucking house?!

You'll start a war!

- Happy New Year!
- Happy New Year!

Whoo!

Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Please! Help me! Wolfgang!

Please! Help me! Help! Help me!

Get off me!

Come on!

Get out of the way! Move it! This way!

Okay, you go this way!

- Get the fuck out of here. Go!
- No! I'm not leaving you!

Hey!

Take this rocket!

Go on the other side!

Come on, come on, come on.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Be calm.

Look left!

Happy fucking New Year.

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