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Previously on... Talamasca.

We're interested in the supernatural.

I don't believe in witches, vampires.

Nobody does.

Until they meet one.

Why me?

You hear things others cannot.

Anna Leamas. She was my mother.

She's alive.

They're using you, kid.

Tell me exactly what they've done for me.

Everything.

We have a specific need

in London at present.

You're gonna get that poor boy killed.

Please be advised...

Come and have a look at this.

What do you think?

Criminalist #2: Yeah, we'll need to bag that.

Yeah, I'll take care of that.

Got a finger.

Least a nick of one.

Might be a fingerprint.

Jesus. She threw herself into a bloody blender.

You don't see a lot of that.

Women do not sully their looks when they top themselves.

It's like, it's either wrist or pills now.

Why is what's left of her all chewed up?

Stray dogs more than likely.

Well, they certainly had their fill.

Pocketbook.

Any ID?

Soledad Marcel. Lives in Wandsworth.

Lived.

Gimme.

I found this as well.

What's that?

Silly Putty.

Kids play with it.

-Appreciate it. -On it.

I got multiple numbers not matching up.

There's a new algorithm I'd like to show you.

TV Reporter: ...guys in the vicinity...

Mr. Owen.

Thank you.

♪ Ooh, baby, baby, baby ♪

♪ Why you gonna treat me this way? ♪

♪ You know I'm still your lover boy ♪

♪ I still feel the same way ♪

Intel on the Soledad Marcel police investigation.

It appears we have nothing to worry about.

Until she sends a replacement.

And she will.

♪ ...a story 'bout free milk and a cow ♪

♪ And said, "No huggee, no kissee" ♪

♪ "Until I get a wedding vow" ♪

♪ My honey, my baby, don't put my love upon no shelf ♪

♪ She said, "Don't hand me no lines" ♪

♪ "And keep your hands to yourself ♪

I have conditions. You never lie to me.

No "above your pay grade,

further down the road, all will be revealed."

No, bullshit. I can walk away at any time.

Something smells funny, and I'm out.

My job at Cavitt is waiting for me

like none of this ever happened.

And don't... Don't say it's not possible.

You personally got a Vampire board approved

for a penthouse at The Dakota.

So basically everything's possible.

Anything else?

Oh, I'll let you know.

We'll need to create a cover. A legend.

One that includes and explains your status at Cavitt,

as well as your current state of mind.

What are you talking about?

You must be given the appearance

and distinct footprint of a clean break,

as well as an irrational yet believable reason

for your journey.

A sabbatical, Guy?

You take a sabbatical after you're tenured.

Law firms don't have tenure,

and you haven't worked a day yet.

Okay. Maybe more like a gap.

A gap?

Gap week, gap month, gap year?

What's... What's going on here, Guy?

Second-guessing a career in law?

No, no, no. Trying to find yourself?

No, that's not it. Then what? What is it?

A death.

A death in the family, okay?

A legend that will allow you to take on your assignment quickly.

Not out of preference, but unfortunately, necessity.

Training and preparation

that should take a year will become a week.

And in a week, I'll be doing what?

Using your unique skills to access information.

Our problem in London is getting worse by the day.

What does their outfit have to do with yours?

Ours.

Where to, ma'am?

Kennedy Airport.

The London Mother House has gone rogue.

If they continue on this path,

it could undermine all that we do.

Everyone's aware of it,

but no one will do anything about it except us.

And here I thought you were all

part of the same tight-knit club.

Every club has rules and members who don't follow them.

Who made New York the enforcer?

We did.

You should know there is a degree

of personal peril involved with this enterprise.

Danger, in fact.

Uh, so this is your new laptop.

And that is a 54-character code

you'll memorize to access our New York database using this.

And your codename.

Dark Horse.

Your travel packet will contain

an open-ended ticket to Heathrow

and 20,000 British pounds on various debit cards.

Ticket is coach to better suit your legend.

We've set up a private account for you.

One that I will personally oversee.

One that the larger Talamasca Organization is blind to.

They can know nothing of this mission,

for the good of everyone.

This is your favorite book. Never leaves your side.

That is, until you've used it once,

then you lose it and you carry your new favorite book.

It's a decoder key.

Page number, line number, word number.

Page, line, word. Got it? Come on. Go, go, go.

You got it? Page... Two.

Line... Let's go. Resented.

Word? Word, word, word. Yes.

Yeah. Come. Seldom.

Yes.

When someone asks what I'm doing in London?

Fresh start.

You've had a rough time of it lately.

A cousin of yours helped you to acquire a position

of employment and a work visa.

A cousin?

Who now has a condo in Florida?

I've very much appreciated your sense of humor

through all this.

Let's hope you can keep it up

once you see where you're working.

We've provided you with everything you need to know

at this juncture.

Names, faces of all the key players,

as well as all pertinent London locations.

In addition, we've assembled text and basic tutorials

to augment what you've already learned.

We know that London is bringing in a new operative,

but their motives remain unclear.

When we have more information,

we'll contact you via the Dead Drop Beacon

near your place of employment.

Find and decipher the code.

Once we reach out, you'll need to move quickly to gather Intel.

This is your captain speaking.

We are beginning our initial descent

into London Heathrow Airport.

On behalf of the entire flight crew,

I'd like to thank you for choosing to fly with us today.

We hope you enjoy your stay in London

or wherever your final destination may be.

We've selected modest housing for you

in a neighborhood close to the London Mother House.

Here's a critical piece of the puzzle.

Your backstory, which is mostly true,

will be accessible to anyone who searches for it.

This, of course, includes the Talamasca Organization,

who we want to keep at arm's length.

Won't they already know my history?

I mean, they pay for all of it.

No, you are off book, so to speak.

All the arrangements regarding your upbringing and education

were handled privately.

By you.

I'm your pet project.

I suppose one could say that.

So, about a million lies led us to where we are now.

Somehow fitting, I suppose.

Which is why it's essential your legend remain consistent

and as close to reality as possible.

Guy Anatole had a promising career in law

and a rich life in front of him.

Things went swimmingly for a short while,

then the poor boy had a mental break.

A mental break?

Not unusual for someone with your history.

A loner who hears voices

and uses an alarming amount of Clonazepam.

Quite the résumé.

How do I reach you? You don't.

It's a very strong chance that once you leave,

we won't see each other again.

So, I arrive in London

and this all just magically works out?

I don't even know what I'm supposed to be doing.

Whilst we wait for this new operative to arrive in London,

we'll put you close to those who run the London Mother House.

Close enough to hopefully use your skills

to listen in and report back.

And I'm on my own?

If the Talamasca Organization doesn't know what I'm up to,

then who does?

Me and a few select others.

A London point person will be in contact to spell out details.

They're your handler,

and everything will come through them.

This is a very... specific and covert affair.

So I believe I've hit the high notes.

Any questions? Yeah. Just one.

You never told me your name.

Helen.

It's Helen.

Mr. Checkers, do you know why you're here?

No, Mr. Owen.

Were you friends with Soledad Marcel?

Yes. Poor girl.

Were you more than friends?

W-What are you trying to say?

At five before midnight, Thursday last,

you entered the Secure File and Tech office.

What?

And you left 12 minutes later.

Midnight? I can assure you, I did not.

I never work that late.

Which is a discussion for another time.

But for this one, we know it wasn't you.

Who is that?

Looks like Soledad.

Thank you for the confirmation.

When did you last see her?

Uh... It was the night she died.

Some of us went out after work.

Does this have anything to do with what happened to her?

Thought you might know.

Seeing that she used your card to gain access.

Absolutely not. Absolutely not.

I-I did not give her my card.

See? Here.

It's in here somewhere.

What was she after?

We don't know.

What we do know is we're leveling you down a notch.

You used to be someone I looked up to.

We used to be a family around here.

And now it's... now it's all "need to know"

and security cameras in every nook and cranny.

Even in the loo, for Christ's sake.

We've made efforts to right the ship, yes.

Right the ship?

A fucking pirate ship is what it is.

And I've got a feeling... we've all got a feeling

that you're not the bloody captain anymore.

It's you.

Yeah, it's you.

You're sneaking around, and you're whispering in his ear.

We don't know who you are, but we know that you're the problem.

Ever since you got here.

Oh, I like this guy.

Look at this little twat. He's looking at you.

Oi. Pretty boy. Nice.

Pretty ladies inside.

4 quid.

-Come on, lad, don't be shy. -Hi.

My name's Guy Anatole.

I was told that I was meant to come here for a job.

The Yank, yeah. Yeah. What's your name?

-Jimmy. -Jimmy.

Go on, get inside. Learn your lines.

My lines? Yeah, your lines.

Go on.

Russian, Polish, Asian, Exotic.

Sexy. Sexy. Strippers to the left.

Pole dancing to the right.

Sexy.

Hey! Come on. Sexy. Sexy.

Russian, Polish, Asian, Exotic.

Sexy. Sexy. Strippers to the left.

Pole dancing to the right. Sexy. Sexy.

Man #2: Cheers, mate.

Here you go, Guy.

Thanks, Billy. Enjoy, mate.

Pint of Hazy, Bill.

Coming up, love. Misty for you.

Chippie roun' the corner is better, just so you know.

Here you go.

Yamas!

Sure.

Haven't seen you here before.

It's my first time.

Oh, well, you'll be back.

It's a solid spot.

Except for the food.

Okay, Yank, where you from?

Detroit.

What do you do? No, no, let me guess.

Social worker?

Got the sad eyes for it.

I just graduated.

From where? NYU.

In New York. Law school.

Mm. Smarty pants.

So, did you come for the rain?

London.

I'm still trying to work things out.

I was able to get a work visa, so...

Oh. Where are you working?

I'd rather not say.

Rather not, or you can't?

I love secrets.

Does this not look like a face you can trust?

CIA. Worse.

I'm a barker at a strip club in Soho.

Actually, to call it a club

would definitely be a stretch, so...

Well, I'm guessing you can get me in for free, then.

Guessing I can.

Putting that away. You never know.

You never know. You never know.

Never know.

Okay, so you came for the rain and a creepy job.

My mom spent some time here.

I kind of wanted to check the place out.

From here? Where?

What, north, south, east, west?

Hammersmith, Ilford, Twickenham, Chiselhurst?

You haven't got a clue

what I'm talking about, have you?

Yeah, well, those sound like Harry Potter characters to me.

Okay, so I'm guessing it's your first time in London, then?

Yeah, it's my first time anywhere.

So you're a handsome young man

on a journey of finding himself.

That's the lead in every other romance novel

on the bookstore shelf.

I like it.

Normally, I don't come in till chapter three.

No, two. 'Cause you really need me to kick the story into gear.

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Right.

Oh, shit.

I got to crack on.

I got it.

Oh, no, no, that's totally not necessary.

No, no. I got it.

Decent.

What's your name?

Uh. It's Guy.

That's kind of generic.

Okay. What's yours? Keves.

-Keves? -Mm-hmm.

Oh, that is not at all generic.

Mnh-mnh. You have this.

Thanks.

It was, uh, nice to meet you.

Smile.

Gimme your hand.

Okay, so a bunch of us are going

to this After Hours in Hackney tonight.

Just, you know, sick beats, dope vibe, if you fancy it.

Never know.

It could change your life.

That's my Guy.

That's my Guy.

Man #3: That's what friends are for.

Why is he staring at you like that?

You came!

You good? Yes.

Whoo!

♪ You leave in the morning with everything you own ♪

♪ In a little black case ♪

♪ Alone on a platform, the wind and the rain ♪

♪ On a sad and lonely face ♪

♪ I will never understand why you have to leave ♪

♪ But the love that you seek will never be found at home ♪

♪ The love that you need will never be found at home ♪

♪ Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away ♪

♪ Pushed around and kicked around ♪

♪ Always a lonely boy ♪

♪ You were the one they'd talk about ♪

♪ Around town as they put you down ♪

♪ And as hard as they would try ♪

♪ They'd hurt to make you cry ♪

♪ But you never cried to them, just to your soul ♪

♪ No, you never cried to them, just to your soul ♪

You're in so much trouble.

♪ To your soul ♪

♪ To your soul ♪

♪ To your soul ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ Cry ♪

♪ Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away ♪

I broke the rules. I broke all the rules.

Oh!

I'm a rule-breaker.

I'm sorry.

Keves?

Keves?

Live girls.

Russian, Polish, Asian, Exotic.

Ladies... Oh.

Ladies on the left. Pole dancing on the right.

Sexy. Sexy. Russians, Polish, Asian.

Sexy. Sexy girls.

♪ How ever do you want me ♪

♪ How ever do you need me, how ♪

♪ How ever do you want me ♪

♪ How ever do you need me ♪

♪ How ever do you want me ♪

♪ How do you need me, how ♪

♪ How ever do you want me ♪

♪ How ever do you need me ♪

Where have you been?

Hey.

Hey, hey. Hey. Excuse me.

Uh, did you take an X off the phone booth?

An X in white tape?

Did you take any white tape off the phone booth?

No clue.

Hey!

What's going on?

I gotta go, Jimmy, but I'll work a double tomorrow,

I promise you. Hey! What am I gonna do?

I don't know.

Man #4: Alright. I'll let him know.

Matej Vagna, nickname, Archie.

Private flight, dinner Delphine.

Aldgate... 19:00. Track from there.

Discreetly follow wherever he goes,

making note of locations as well as the company he keeps.

We believe that he's in London for a specific purpose.

When the underworld, or in this case,

the London Mother House, needs someone found or dealt with,

he's the one they call.

If you have a chance to listen in, take it.

This is recon only, so do not engage.

These people are dangerous.

I know what I'm doing. Let's get on with it.

Don't fuck this up.

How am I supposed to square this with Amsterdam?

Who do we have here?

Woman #2: What the hell are you talking about?

Man #5: Give it to me now!

Woman #2:

Man #5:

It's okay, it's okay.

Oh. Oh, shit.

Book.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay. It's okay, it's okay.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

Fuck!

Gosh.

Something very important has gone missing.

We refer to it as the 752.

Why do you think Archie was killed?

We're close. That's why.

And we're not the only ones who want it.

What do you know about my mom?

What the hell is going on?

Intel on the Soledad Marcel

police investigation.

It appears we have nothing to worry about.

Until she sends a replacement.

And she will.

In episode two, once Guy says, "Yes."

I have conditions.

You never lie to me.

Something smells funny and I'm out.

And he has ulterior motives, you know, to pursue his goal,

which is to find his mother.

Anything else?

Oh, I'll let you know.

But once he does,

he has to go through intense training.

Training and preparation.

That should take a year or become a week.

Helen is in a hurry because there is this drive

to discover what we call the 752.

And she's lost a lot of the people

that she's been working with in order to find this thing.

Where to, ma'am?

Kennedy airport.

We get little pieces of the 752 as we go along

and no one knows exactly what it is,

which is kind of fun.

You should know there is a degree

of personal peril involved with this enterprise.

Danger, in fact.

I think he kind of does let the skepticism slide,

and it's nice to be a part of something.

Dark Horse?

That's kind of what Guy's always looking for.

When someone asks what I'm doing in London.

Fresh start.

You've had a rough time of it lately.

But we've already seen what waits for him in London.

And we know that, as Burton told him,

not every vampire's like me.

There are some people that are gonna try to take you

and they won't play nice.

London Motherhouse

has kind of a creepy vibe to it a little bit,

and there's a Gothic nature to that building in particular.

I think the windows and how they're offset,

it's really beautiful,

but it's also there's something amiss.

The sets are incredible.

The basement of the Motherhouse is incredible.

You'd step on and you don't have to try to figure out,

"Geez, I wonder if I'm there."

No, no, no. You're there.

Just look around.

There's real dirt on the ground.

So this is it. This is the basement.

This is a set that we had to think very carefully about

how it was going to be shot, what the best angles were.

But this is pretty much how I originally designed it.

We're also establishing

more of the inner workings of it.

You see people working at computers

and passing along information.

We know that it's not just Dark Horse,

it's there are people that work there.

Mr. Owen.

Thank you.

Guy gets to London with all of this preparation

and then doesn't know what to do.

There's no orders.

We're waiting for something to happen.

Hey. Come on.

Sexy. Sexy.

Asian.

Exotic.

What I really like about reading spy stuff

and watching things like "Three Days of the Condor" and whatnot,

is that you've got these characters

that are reluctant spies,

and Guy, to me, is a real reluctant spy

because he doesn't really want to be a spy.

He just wants to figure out what the hell has happened to him?

Well, the spy stuff is a lot of fun for me.

I mean, just getting into a mindset

where you have to do something

in a really complicated way...

...that could be done very simply.

So it's more a modus operandi

than it is anything pragmatically necessary.

But even more important than that,

it's the mentality of being a spy

that I think the show is very interested in.

That's what I love about that moment right there.

Like, "Wow! Okay."

Who do we have here?

He thinks he's gonna listen to me?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I gotta get to know him.

In episode two, Guy is in a very rough spot.

And like many spies in many spy books and spy movies,

Guy doesn't know the full context

of the situation he's in.

In following Archie,

which is the only thing he's been told to do,

he is putting himself in great peril.

He's been warned not to intrude,

that this is recon only.

And yet a girl's screams make him as a human being go,

"Uh, should I go? I have to go see if I can help."

Yeah, it takes the show into a much darker realm.

And I think dead bodies

and Guy's never seen a dead body.

Guy doesn't know what the hell to do with a dead body.

And you really do see that vulnerability

of fish out of water.

When he goes into the room

where she's hanging and looks at her,

it's Kevus who had met only a night before

and spent the night with.

And Kevus, this person that he cared about

who actually saw him and cared about him,

and he, her, is like axed.

And so I think that it's like,

"What has Helen gotten him into?"

All he can think to do

is to run away as fast as possible.

And so from that point on,

there's no doubt that his life has changed.