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Here's all you need to know.

CIA, MI6, KGB, they're all the same. A bunch of maniacs with a fetish for

murder and regime change.

So years ago, we formed a spy network whose only mission was to do good in the

world. We called it Citadel.

Citadel's top spies were Mason Cain, Nadia Singh, and me, Bernard Orlick.

Unfortunately for us, a spy network called Manticore, run by the world's

richest families, murdered nearly every Citadel spy with the help of a mole.

I went into hiding, but then discovered Mason Kane had survived the attack.

Only his memories had been erased.

You see, I had implanted every Citadel spy with a backstop chip.

In case a spy was captured, I could wipe all their memories to protect Citadel's

secrets.

When Mason came to, he believed his name was Kyle Conroy.

He met his wife, Abby, and had a daughter.

I found Mason and got him to help me bring down Manicore and their head

honcho, Dahlia Archer.

Until they kidnapped me, which really pissed me off.

But Mason found another Citadel spy who had survived, Nadia Singh.

Little did he know the two of them were once in love, married, and had a kid.

Nadia got her memories back. I remember everything.

And got Mason his memories back, too.

Now pay attention here. Mason discovers Dahlia Archer is his mother.

And she tricked Mason into giving her a list of all Citadel agents who she then

slaughtered. So yeah, Mason was the mole.

And this is where we left you.

Mason's struggling with his old memories which are now creeping back in.

Nadia's finally reunited with her daughter Asha.

Dahlia's on the run. And yeah, I'm still tied up in Manticore's hands.

All right, here we go.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah.

What's happening, Kimo Sabe?

Invitation.

Got it right here, my guy.

VIP only from here, buddy.

Maxwell Montaigne.

What an honor.

Who the fuck are you?

This is invite only.

Who the fuck is that, Maxie? When I was a kid, my mom used to say quietness is

the beginning of virtue.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means shut the fuck up when I'm talking.

Sit down, bunny.

Fine. You still haven't answered my question.

Who the fuck are you?

Because I didn't invite no dumb fuck Yankee Pover to my party in those dirty

fucking boots.

Sorry buddy You

speak

American yeah, get

out of here Now

Listen here, you fucking parasite.

I've traveled a very long way to see you, so we're gonna have a little chat.

Two months ago, you smuggled cargo out of the U.S. paid for by Paulo Braga.

Where is he?

Fuck you.

Wrong answer.

He lives outside Marseille.

Beautiful.

And what did he have you transport?

Weapons?

Drugs? No.

A man.

No shit.

Warlick. He'll come in handy.

Okay. Are you with me?

Just listen to my voice, okay?

What's your name?

Arnaud Giraud. Where were you born, Arnaud?

Alsace.

Ask him about his brothers.

Ask him, Mr. Mann.

How many brothers do you have?

Three. Ask him their names. Oh, you fucking ask him.

You're right fucking here.

Bernard.

Please tell me their names, Arno.

Rafael, Manuel, and Luis.

Ask him if he loves his brothers. Oh, goddammit, Paolo!

Ask him.

Do you love your brothers?

More than anything.

We're all done here, sir.

Bravo.

I can feel something in my head. What?

It's just a hunk of metal.

A receiver.

A what?

Something beautiful, man.

Something we're gonna write onto your... Rain.

Good morning sunshine.

Let's go. He's ready

We're all set, Mr. Praga.

Good, good, good, Joanna.

Bring him.

It's time to shine, Bernard.

Giddy up.

We're synced. He's ready to go.

Now let's see how truly breathing you are.

No, I don't want to.

Leave me alone!

You know why I chose him?

No, but I imagine you'll tell me.

He and his brothers, those gentlemen over there, they've been stealing

oranges from my farm.

And we donate the fruits from these orchards to feed the poor, so we can't

have that.

Well, the same cure.

Gun.

The fuck is this?

I waited a month for this!

Why did you do that? Because you fucked it up! There's a chip in his head.

You just shot him in his head.

So now I fucked it up.

Shit.

Nice.

I missed it.

It's too good.

Don't try to fuck me again.

I'm closing in on your friends as we speak.

Take that wig off.

Why, you get to wear it. And that stupid mask.

Mango, Nadia, kiss like chocolate or pizza.

Try it, it's delicious.

This is bullshit.

Language. And that bullshit baby won't shut up either. Language, Asha.

Is that where they took Grandpa?

No. Well, we need to find him.

We will.

Soon. Soon? He called you the bravest person he knew.

Why would he lie to me? Finding him puts you at risk.

And keeping you safe is my job.

Why? Because I am your mother, Asha.

At least the baby shut up.

No!

I could kill her next time if you teach me.

I could kill her.

You know, when I'm done with Hendrick's room, I'm going to start in the

basement.

Now, I was thinking I could turn it into an art space.

The summers here are going to be beautiful.

I'll get you a camera.

What do you think?

I want to see Hendrick's.

I have been very patient. It's been a month since we all left Utah and

scattered to the winds, and I want to see my daughter. I need to hold her.

It's not safe. How do you know that?

Because I know. How? How do you know that?

Manticore is everywhere. Every security camera, every cell phone. Eight families

with all the money in the world looking for me, Nadia, Carter, and you so they

can kill us. So the best thing for Hendrix is to be with Orlick's family

and for us to be here getting a home ready for her for when it's safe.

Until then, no contact, no communication.

I just want to see my daughter. I want to know that Hendrix is okay.

If she wasn't here... Can we fix that fucking door?

Nadia's got Asha with her. And she shouldn't. She knows she's putting her

in danger.

Or maybe she knows that she's the only one who can actually protect her. A

child needs their mother. Hendrix is fine!

What do you want from me? I want to know who is sitting across the table from me.

Who is keeping me from my kid.

Are you the man I married or are you him?

Because you can't be both.

I'm the man you love. How do I know that?

Just because I... How do I know? I don't know, okay? I don't know!

I had a vile shit shot in my head.

And now I have memories what I did, what was done. His dreams at night.

His instincts, his desires, impulses, and his pain.

I don't know if I coach Little League or Slipthroats, but I do know

that I love you.

I love Hendrix.

I am the man you built a life with, and I will prove that to you, that I am

Kyle.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.

Nine.

Are you tired, crown?

Crown?

Ten.

Go, come.

Come, come.

State media is reporting that Russian President Dmitry Aronov is set to attend

the G8 summit next week.

Joe! This will be the first international trip that Aronov has taken

in three years since the failed coup in Moscow by the Volga mercenaries. The

little Russian worm crawls out of his little Russian hole.

On the 11th, Mr. Aronov will join a number of other G8 member nations at

Hall-Garten Castle in Scotland.

That's nice.

The genius at work.

What do we have here?

Oh, no, Bernard, come on.

Chef has three Michelin stars. You can't let it go to waste.

Here.

Open your mouth.

Oh,

good boy.

Good boy.

No one does their best work on an empty stomach.

So, Bernard, I don't like to be pushy. I know you can't rush art, but I

need my assassin.

In ten days.

That's impossible.

But you have made a career out of making the impossible possible.

That's why I had Dahlia's CPU to my doorstep.

I don't know what to tell you. What I'm saying, Bernard, is do your fucking job.

You don't grow oranges here, do you?

You said that man was stealing oranges for his brothers, but you don't grow

oranges here.

You got me.

Smart.

A year ago, I sat at my father's wake, staring at his cold body in that coffin,

and all I could see...

Was myself, in 60 years, a dead gold body? I'm hoping it's going to be a

little sooner than that.

We're all going to die, Bernard.

And once you embrace the truth, your purpose becomes clear.

I see.

You're an enlightened Gen Z-er.

All this time I thought it was the money that had corrupted you.

Humanity has an expiration date.

My purpose in life is to extend the date of that extension for my son.

Nobility is so thick in here, you could cut it with a plastic spoon.

I need a programmable assassin by next week, or I will find your daughter, skin

her alive, peel her like a fucking orange.

I'm off to Paris till tomorrow.

It's now or never, Bernard. You have 10 days.

petit déjeuner

You missed one.

Oh, fuck me. Not you. Sad to see you getting sloppy in your old age, Bernard.

You should be honored, by the way. I could have been saving anyone's life

today, but I'm out here in this shithole saving your worthless ass.

Now, give me the gun.

Come on.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Making sure no one else tries to shoot you in the fucking head.

That okay?

Why are you really here, Hutch?

I'm here to kill Paolo Braga, Bernie.

And I can tell by the look in your eyes that you'd like to kill him, too.

No. What? No. Fuck my eyes.

I'm trying to get away from Paolo Braga.

Fucking idiot. Well, seeing as we both want that shit stain terminated, I'm

gonna do you a big favor, Bernie.

I'm gonna team up with you.

You're an idiot.

Lucky for you, I got another car about a mile up the road. How does this happen?

Before you could try getting an Uber.

Put this part out on the sticks.

Almost rush hour.

You're looking at some serious surge pricing.

Are you serious?

What are you doing? I'm trying to load up on fluids. Stay hydrated.

It's beer.

It dehydrates.

That is literally the stupidest fucking thing I've ever heard. It's full of

electrolytes and iron.

They used to give new moms beer. Yeah, they used to give the infirm leeches

until they learned.

And you're driving. Yeah, like a fucking NASCAR champ. Stop worrying, okay?

You know, I once flew a Blackhawk out of Chad with a busted balloon full of yayo

leaking out of my asshole.

All right?

You know, the anus is like a sponge, Bernard.

You ever do an eight ball?

No. Ever do two eight balls?

No, no. Well, I did through my asshole, and I still landed safely.

On a moving boat.

Jesus.

So what did Braga want with you, anyway?

He was forcing me to build a mind control program.

What do you mean a mind control program?

It's a microchip, and then it gets implanted into someone's brain. And then

you can transmit those instructions, and you can get them to do whatever you want

them to do. Basically take away their free will. That's what it is.

That sounds pretty sci-fi, Bernard.

Yep, because that's what I do, Hutch.

I make sci-fi shit. So what does an asshole like Paolo Braga want with a

mind control device?

He wanted an instant assassin.

Like the Manchurian Candidate?

Yes, such like the Manchurian Candidate. Man, that is fucking awesome.

You know, my dad used to make me watch that movie with him every Saturday

night. Mm-hmm. Well, now it's not a movie.

So you built this thing for him, huh?

That's pretty fucked up, Bernard.

He was going to kill my family.

That brain of yours will rationalize anything if it's going to get you where

you want to go.

Okay, time to switch cars.

Well, I guess we're just going to have to put our differences aside if we're

going to be working together.

We're not working together.

Now we have two vehicles. There's one there for you, one for me.

Thank you very much and good luck.

This car is tagged, Bernard.

I'll find it in no time. I'll take my chances.

You want a booster seat?

Seriously,

how are you going to get out of France?

You've got no papers, no passport, and one of the richest men in the world and

his man of course scumbags is going to be all over you. I'm aware.

Bernard, you're like 120 fucking years old. You don't even have any guns.

Just face it, you need me.

You need the weight and wealth of the entire CIA behind you. It's the only way

you're killing Braga.

and stopping this Manchurian candidate thing.

Atta boy, Bernie.

You can never have too many. You absolutely have too many. You have too

many.

Agree to disagree.

So how far is the CIA extraction point?

Still working on that. Well, this would be a very opportune time for you and

your team at Langley to finish working on that. Yeah, the thing is, that's a

little tough right now, Bernardo.

What does that mean?

I don't exactly have a team at Langley as such.

You're dark?

Sure.

Are you burned?

I don't get burned. Did the CIA burn you? Bernard? Tell me. I burned them.

You said that I would have the full weight of the CIA behind me. I said you

need the full weight of the CIA behind you, which you do. You didn't say it

like that. Only I don't have it. But the good news is you do have me.

God damn it.

Just relax, you creeper. I knew it. I knew it. What did you do?

I didn't do shit.

What did you do? Nothing. I didn't do shit. But a colleague of mine... Found

out that Paolo Braga was funneling millions to terror cells in Europe. And

to cover it up, he tried to have her killed.

And I happen to really like this girl.

Like a sister.

Like a sister you don't sleep with.

What? Yeah, as opposed to the sister you do sleep with. She's funny and smart and

I care about her, okay?

And Paolo Braga tried to put a bullet in her, so I'm going to put one in him.

If we have any chance of... stopping Paulo Braga from making his Manchurian

candidate. Your Manchurian candidate. We cannot do it alone.

Okay? Right. We need spies like us.

Orphaned. Burned.

Outcasts. Psychopaths. People without a loyalty in the world.

No. What? No, we need loyalty.

Exactly. Loyalty is something that we need. Right. Loyal to a fault.

I've got just the person in mind.

Oh. Oh.

Girl, you're not fucking?

Don't ruin this for me.

Ladies and gentlemen, in front of you is the Autollan bird, a delicacy enjoyed by

kings, American presidents, and priests.

It was actually invented by a priest.

The bird has been blinded and therefore thinks it's in perpetual night and

gorges itself and gets fat.

Much like you, Gary, you fat bastard.

The trick is, hold it by the skull and down it in one, feet first.

You'll see there's a napkin in front of you. That goes over your head to hide

your shame from the gods.

So, here we go.

Down the hatch.

What the fuck was that?

That sounded like gunfire.

Okay, I'll tell you what's gonna happen. I'm gonna go in here.

Anyone comes through this door, shoot them.

Try getting through that, you bastards.

Hiya, Frankie.

What the fuck?

Nadia, I've got a heart condition.

Your security sucks, by the way.

What the fuck happened to you? You look like shit.

You don't always look like shit, but right now you do.

I need the name of every Manticore agent so I can kill them.

Everyone's looking for you. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not going to have my daughter on the run every few weeks. I'm not going to

dye her hair, change her name. So you better listen to me, and listen to me

carefully.

You're going to wipe our identities.

You're going to disappear us like you do, or I'll shoot you in the face.

Here, you can drop the scary spy shit. I've been doing it for years. My

daughter is sitting in a gas station stall alone right now, so the only thing

I want to hear from you is, I'm going to do it, Nadia, whatever you need, Nadia.

I'm radioactive.

No one will go anywhere near me.

Yeah?

I'm on the shit list.

A new bloke came in and I did things the old way and... So fucking what?

You seem fine to me. This isn't mine, you fucking donut.

This is an Airbnb.

And those marks out there, they were that far away from buying a timeshare

before you came in and blew it. Thanks a lot for that.

I'm a shell.

A handsome shell, but a shell.

Look. I have no idea where you've come from. I have no idea why you're still

alive.

You're pointing the gun at the wrong fella.

You had a mole within Citadel.

I know we had a mole.

But you know who it is, do you?

What the fuck are you talking about? Oh, you don't know who it is. Well, that's

interesting. How could you possibly know?

His mum told me.

I think you know who it is.

I think you know because you married him.

With you, I'm me. And only with you am I me.

Marry me. Can I trust you?

Of course. Can I trust you?

Always.

We were set up. Who are they? I don't know.

Mr. Bruning said it all to the ground.

I don't trust him.

You remember?

I remember everything.

The world used to be a place where things were very clearly defined.

But I don't know who's a threat or who isn't anymore.

Please tell me what I'm doing here.

Paulo Braga is days away from perfecting tech that can co-opt a person's mind and

turn them into an assassin.

We need spies like us.

Podcasts. People without loyalty in the name.

No, what? No, we need loyalty.

Loyalty is something that we need. Right. Loyal to a fault.

It's a pleasure.

This is my partner, Selene Warren.

Not a pleasure.

You want to collect your barrel of geniuses?

They're former CIA.

We need Frank Sharp.

I understand that you're a master in the art of accruing dirt.

Double that, I'll make it disgusting.

Instead of dumb.

Why did you bring him into this?

If Mason Cain is good at one thing...

It's killing people.

You, to get this.

I don't want you anywhere near my daughter.

You remind me of someone.

A handsome former lover? My uncle.

He was very sad and poor, and he died alone.

Okay, must I listen to this?

As a teen, there is a certain level of trust.

Trust?

Have you guys met you guys?

We're the pigs and blankets men.

Three, two, one.

I've also got a gun.

We've all got guns.

You can never have too many. You can absolutely

have too many. You have too many.