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Here's all you need to know.

I need you to help me find my wife.

Is this Paulo Braga the billionaire?

And head of the wealthiest
Manticore family.

Where can I find him?

Here's our mark: Ha-joon Yoo.

He and his wife will be cohosting
the Greenpeace Gala tomorrow night.

We have to get him before Braga does.

I have a program,

and there's only one person
in the world who can finish it.

Edison.

They never expect a woman.

You are Edison.

It seems like I should be
negotiating with your wife.

Don't make a fucking sound.

I want my wife.

Drive.

Hey!

Hey!

...move to
the southeast tomorrow.

Two bodies
have been found in the...

♪ ...on the hill ♪

Turn that shit off.

It's Etta Jones, you twat.

♪ But I never heard ♪

♪ Them ringing... ♪

Show a little respect.

This driver doesn't deserve respect.

Well, then your mother does.

Not my mother.

I came here tonight, didn't I?

♪ There were birds ♪

♪ In the sky ♪

You know, you had the voice of an angel.

Don't you remember?

Our last year in London, you were in

The Nutcracker.

I mean, the chorus, of course, but...

oh, you could hear your voice
above all the other little imps.

You were a cherub.

Cute and round and...

And you had a little solo.

Oh, God, your voice.

♪ There was love ♪

You really don't remember?

Not at all.

Mm.

♪ But I never heard...

Well, that's a shame.

It's a good memory.

One of the few.

If he was here for us, he'd pull us over.

He's on radio.

Smile.

What?

Smile.

Easy.

Easy.

Hey!

Hey!

What the fuck did you just do?

Things change quickly when you have
a man in the trunk of your car.

- He was a kid.
- He was a cop.

There are cameras on every street corner.

In no time,

they'll identify the make and model

of the unmarked vehicle
near the Plymouth estate

at the time of Paulo Braga's kidnapping.

And it won't be long before
they use those cameras to track us

where we're heading.
You want your wife back?

The boy had to die.

It's maths.

You're weak-kneed like your father.

At least, Kyle is.

Thankfully, Mason's here
to get Kyle's wife back.

At least he takes after me.

And he's a fucking monster.

Mm. The thing about monsters is,

we get things done.

I think this was a mistake.

Coming back to you, trusting you again.

We never learn in this family.

- The fuck happened in there?
- Mason took Paulo.

He's gonna use him
as leverage to get Abby back.

How the fuck could you let him take him?

Don't you fucking put this on me!

- You brought him back.
- Goddamn it.

Hi.

Yo.

Tell me you have Edison.

We lost Edison.

No, Paulo just killed Edison.

That's not Edison.

It's the wife. She's the hacker.

What are you talking about?

Now I'm confused.

I may have fudged the truth a little bit.

You fudged the truth a little? What?

And that crazy knife bitch took Edison.

Well, find her!

Dick.

We lose Paulo and this is over.

What the fuck you mean, he's gone?

Kane took him.

Where?

We don't know.

Is he hurt?

We don't know.

I want you to call in

every fucking favor.

Metro Police, 10 Downing...

I don't give a fuck.

Call them all.

Yes, ma'am.

Now!

Now!

Fuck!

Fucking idiots.

Your friends, or his,

will find us here.

I'd say we have two hours till they do.

Why don't you go and clean up?

Where would Mason go?

He's laying low until they

fly Abby to London and make the exchange.

But how'd he disappear so quickly?

I don't know.

Coming in, there was a car parked
just off the road.

It was a gray Fiat,
but I didn't get the plates.

Well, I've got some friends at the Met.
They might be able to help with that.

You think he stole the car or...

Or someone else was waiting there for him.

Search all property records in London

ever owned by a "Dahlia Archer"
or a "Thomas Kane."

Yep, you got it.

Look at you,

bringing us back together.

Mending old wounds.

You know this is suicide.

How does this play out?

We get in touch with your people,
make a trade.

I get my wife, they get you.

There's one big problem with your offer.

I don't even know if she's still alive.

Well, it would be very bad
for you if she isn't.

It would be very bad for you
if anything's happened to her.

He has a son.

He must be, what,

ten by now?

Yeah, I would bring him his wife.

I know you have
little regard for children,

seeing as you once tried to kill your own.

But if you ever speak about my son again,

I will burn you to death
like your husband.

We're out of time.

We need to call your people.

We need a number.

How do I know you'll hold up
your end of the bargain?

You don't.

Number.

How do you want to play this?

There's a corner shop
half a mile from here

that sells prepaid mobiles.

You stay here, I'll make the call.

We have Edison now.

So all this, it's meaningless.

Unfortunately for you,
I don't give a fuck about your satellites.

Or the assassin, or anything else.

I'm just here for my wife.

And you really trust your mother
to make the call?

Maybe she's negotiating
for something more,

and will sell you out in the process.

At least she's not here,
negotiating with you.

So you don't trust her?

I've been looking for you for a while now.

And here you are.

Here I am.

I mean, you have to wonder...

maybe I wanted to be here,

tied up, mano a mano...

...to finally have a private audience
with Mason Kane.

I felt a kind of kinship with you.

Kinship?

We both had parents
that wanted the worst for us.

I'd fucking applaud you
if my hands weren't tied.

You want to give
to your daughters, to your wife,

a life worth living.

Listen, that's what I want for my boy.

I'd been looking for you not to kill you.

I want to make you an offer.

You and I...

can create peace.

A world free from war, violence, greed.

Isn't that what we want for our children?

For Asha, for Hendrix?

Don't talk about my kids.

Not interested in your offer.

Who is this?

Joana,
lovely to hear your voice, dear.

Though you do sound a little stressed.

Listen, if you want him back,

bring Abby Conroy to London immediately.

This is you, Dahlia?

Well,

when your kid's in a pickle...

We have everyone on this.

We'll find you within the hour,

so I suggest you bring him back to us

before we do find you.

I'll make sure that they--

Make my death quick and painless?

No, you really are out of your depth,
you ridiculous twat.

I'll call back with a location.

Time to go.

Is that you, Chris?

How's it going, Frank?

Frank Sharpe.

Sharpe.

The name's Sharpe.

No, it's not ringing any bells. Okay.

- That's fine.
- Nothing on Mason yet.

Hello, can I speak
to Richard, please?

You let him get to you.

It's Francis Sharpe.

Yeah, I'll say it again.
Francis Sharpe.

- I didn't.
- If you didn't keep your daughter's

very existence from him...

It was a long time ago.
All right...

...he never would've flown off the handle,

and he never...

ever would've betrayed Citadel,
and we would not

be in all of this shit!

You are to blame.

You created him. You did.

What's the first rule of the agency?

Do not get involved with another agent.

- Ugh.
- And you two

were fucking around like it was
fucking spring break!

You compromised everything.

Is your mother there?

Everything that I built,

you compromised it.

And had you not
murdered his father,

and created him,

maybe the agency
would still be standing today.

Why did you bring him into this, Bernard?

You knew he was a mole.
You knew he was unpredictable.

He's the best killer I have.

You have five killers,

including yourself and me

and that
Paddington Bear-shaped motherfucker.

So, why did you bring him into this?

He was supposed to work!

He still...

Fuck.

And when do you think
your daddy will be home?

Shit.

The things you build are flawed...

...because you are flawed.

Is that you, Malcolm,
you lazy-eyed bastard?

It's Frank Sharpe.

He's hung up.

Oh, no, he's back.

Frank Sharpe.

No, he's hung up.

You always did have a temper.

What'd they say?

Can I get off the ground now?

Come pick up your mess.

Thank you.

They're en route.

We should burn the car,

steal another one to transport him.
You'll probably be better at that than me.

You got him?

Don't worry.

Gorgeous young men like him
don't excite me

like they used to.

Yes, I've got him.

You go.

Time's ticking.

Did you charm him with your wiles?

I tried.

Good to see you again.

It's been a while
since you signed my death warrant.

You're looking

more and more like your father.

Oh.

Chin-chin.

What's in it for you?

Helping him.

Oh, um...

Love.

Love?

Maybe I wanted to make amends to him.

I was a Manticore mole

in the highest echelons
of British government.

He knew what I did.

He could've posed a threat.

So you wanted him killed.

I had something greater to protect.

I was helping to build

a safer world.

Where the things
that happened to my family,

to good, innocent people,
would never happen again.

That's why I built Manticore.

You built Manticore to set the world

on fire, just like
they did to your husband,

so the world could know your pain.

My father rescued you.

I'm here to do it again.

So, are we going to negotiate or what?

I'm here to help my son.

But I don't have you gagged, do I?

Is that Claude,
with the curved cock?

Good. It's Frank Sharpe.

Yeah. Yeah, that Frank Sharpe.

I'm good. How are you?

Listen, I need a favor.

I need eyes
on the Plymouth estate, Windsor.

It's a gray Fiat
around 10:20 this evening.

You can thank me later.

Well, you haven't done anything yet.

Except finally

get someone to remember your name.

Fiat '95. Gray.

Yeah, that's it.

The Plymouth Gallery to Croydon.

Okay, thanks very much.

The cameras lost the car
on the outskirts of Croydon,

- but it's definitely them.
- Okay.

Here.

37 St. Ann's Way.

I'm in here, love.

What's this?

♪ Now won't you hear me singin'...

Well, I'm starving.

You must be famished, no?

I thought it would be nice, you know?

A little, um...

...family dinner.

Not sure when we'll get the chance again.

Come on, they'll be landing in an hour.

Sit. Eat.

I remember this smell.

Your chicken.

His favorite.

Smells never leave you.

Chicken cacciatore.

Drugstore perfume.

Burning flesh.

♪ Feed me ♪

♪ till I want no more...

At the moment I met your father...

I knew he was the love of my life.

It wasn't an act or a decision.

It just was.

He was brilliant.

And intoxicating.

And certain.

And he was dishonest and cruel.

And small.

And I loved him.

Not because of or... despite those things

but because, one to one...

...I was his and he was mine.

And here you are,
risking the woman you love

for the woman you married.

I love Abby.

Do you?

She's my wife.

Hmm.

Doesn't mean that you love her.

And Nadia?

You're fucking with me.

Excuse me?

You're fucking with me.

No, dear, I--

Yes, dear.

I-I'm simply not.

- I can't--
- Did you make a deal with him?

Of course not.

He tried to kill me.

Yeah, you tried to kill me. Three times.

We entered negotiations, but...

...a deal, I didn't make.

Eat up.

And then I'll call Joana...

...and you can get him ready.

Smells just like I remember.

You're looking more and more
like your father.

Not a shred of me.

You're making a mistake.

Under the Heymouth Bridge.

East End. 4:00 a.m.

Don't be late.

So, you tried to cut a deal with her.

No, I didn't try to cut a deal with her.

She tried to cut one with me.

But it didn't make.

Is that what she said?

I'm playing with you.

I wanted something
she wasn't willing to give.

Or maybe she gave it.

Is that your father?

Do you often think of him?

No?

I dream of my father sometimes.

It's the same dream.

We're in the ocean

off the coast of São Luís.

It's just him

and me.

And we're drowning.

A boat is out in the distance.

Closer and closer, the boat comes.

And just as my father realizes...

that the boat sees us...

...will save us...

...I push him

under the water.

I hold down his skull...

...until...

...he goes limp.

It was cancer that took him.

Not in the dream.

Pancreatic.

Never thought that fair.

Not that it took him.

Just...

...I wasn't the one to do it.

I heard once that...

...we become our true selves...

...when our father dies.

I suppose you had a lot more time than me
to figure out who that is.

Your father was a saint.

What was that like?

I'm done talking about my father.

Why?

I find it so interesting that...

your father was killed
with hundreds of others.

And then you killed thousands
to avenge his death.

Do you think he would be proud of you?

Of what you did for him?

Is this how you think
you're gonna get to me?

I don't think you have any intention
of following through

on your end of this bargain.

I think I leave here...

...a dead man.

So your play is...

Flattery didn't work earlier.

I'm thinking maybe guilt could.

We can remake the world
the way your father saw it.

I told you, I'm done talking
about my father.

Because he would be ashamed
of you, that you're his son?

'Cause he would be.

I'm giving you a choice.

To absolve yourself from what you've done.

To reject what you are.

That's why you became a spy, isn't it?

'Cause it was the only way
to hide your true nature,

your true soul.

It was survival, wasn't it?

To hide even you from yourself.

Because if you saw what you really were,
you wouldn't be able to go on.

You've brought only pain and death

to everyone who loved you.

And your daughters, they'll grow up

and they'll have to spend
the rest of their lives

scrubbing themselves

of any residue of you, so...

so horrified that they're yours
that they'll dream

about drowning you out in an ocean
and wonder why

the world didn't allow them the chance
to kill you themselves.

Oh, God.

Oh, fuck.

Fuck.

Mom?

Mom?

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

Oh, fuck.

Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

This was Grandpa Arthur's chair, right?

I remember him. Bad breath.

How'd he die?

He shot himself.

To spite my mother who loved him.

And did it in that chair to spite me
who loved that chair.

You may have just killed your wife.

What are we going to do?

What size suit do you wear?

Lights are on.

Still warm.

Not a bad cook.

- Yeah.
- Edison's gone.

They flew her out.

What?

Change of plan.

No. No change of plans.

I'm speaking now.

Charing Cross tube station,
old Platform 3, ten minutes.

Do not... Do not...

Do not... Do not...

Don't program... Don't program...

Don't program...
Don't program...

Once you've got her, get out of there,

no matter what happens.

Just keep her safe, understand?

And if this exchange
happens to go pear-shaped,

you be sure to make way for Mason.

We're gonna need every bit of him.

I don't think there's much of Kyle left.

Looks that way.

Let's do this.

Let's do this.

Let's do this.

Let's do this.

Thank you.

For this.

- Stop there.
- Jo, don't pull anything.

No one's doing anything.

Where's Mason?

Well, someone has to keep eyes.
I'm certain you're doing the same.

Just the two of you.

Slowly.

Just know... I go...

...he goes.

She's not fucking around.

Shut up!

Okay, let's just relax.

The girl walks to me.

Then I let Paulo go.

No.

You let him go first.

No, that's not happening.
I'll kill him where he stands.

- And I'll kill her.
- I will fucking do it.

Help me!

Same time.

What's my guarantee, dear?

What's mine, Dahlia?

No smart moves.

Always a pleasure, Dahlia.

You all right?

Go.

You're safe now.

Am I?

I told you to go!

Fuck off.

Down!

- Ow!
- You're hit?

Oh. I'm fine.

Abby, you okay?

You mean Celeste?