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(ominous music)

(text buzzing)

(electronic chirping)

(electronic tones)

(gentle music)

- The in-between, probably the most important part.

(gentle dramatic music) (skipping rope clicking)

It's the preparation, that's where it's won or lost.

(gentle dramatic music) (skipping rope clicking)

The agency isn't a group, it's a program.

A runaway mind born from code and war.

(gentle dramatic music)

The military lost control, it didn't lose us.

It learned to use us.

(gentle dramatic music)

I should have avenged them by now.

The agency algorithm consistently,

deliberately moving me away from my cause.

(gentle dramatic music)

Now, well, now I operate internally without misdirection.

A virus in their system.

(gentle dramatic music)

Although it's persistent with the retirement policy.

(gentle dramatic music)

Yeah, preparation.

Definitely where it's won or lost.

(gentle dramatic music)

(intense synth music)

- Fuck you!

(kicks thudding)

- Who's this week's lucky Mark?

Another number cruncher skimming the books.

In a world where everything is connected, monitored,

simple off grid tech works best.

(gentle serene music)

(dreamy intriguing music)

(dreamy intriguing music continues)

(gentle probing music)

(phone vibrates)

- Listen, listen.

It's bulletproof, no one knows.

It's like a drip that's gone unnoticed for years.

(tense music)

Oh, it's completely untraceable.

You are.

(blow dart whooshing)

(tense music)

(phone vibrating)

(intense music)

- Help me!

(intense music)

Help me!

He took my bag.

Please, please, do something.

(agent groaning)

(intense music)

(agent wheezing)

(intense music)

(siren buzzing)

(rain pattering)

(Leopar breathes heavily)

(rain pattering)

- Where am I?

(dramatic music)

(rain pattering)

Where the fuck am I?

(gunfire pops)

- Help me!

He took my bag.

Please, do something.

(intense music)

(rain pattering)

(alcohol splashes)

(rain pattering)

(gentle probing music)

- Listen.

Silence.

(rain pattering)

(door clicks)

(gentle probing music)

(lights buzzing)

(gentle probing music continues)

Nothing, no one.

(gentle probing music) (lights buzzing)

(gentle probing music continues)

(rain pattering) (lights droning)

(door creaks)

(dreamy music)

(lights droning)

A game within a game.

(dreamy music) (lights droning)

Be fast, be first.

(lights buzzing)

(dreamy synth music)

How!

(dreamy synth music)

This forest seems familiar.

(dreamy synth music)

Something's not right.

(dreamy synth music)

Where am I going?

It just feels like left is right, right is left.

Up is down, down is up.

I mean, what's going on?

(dreamy synth music)

What the fuck is going on?

(dreamy synth music)

(alarm buzzing)

(tense electronic music rises)

(gentle dreamy music)

(Leopar gasping)

(gentle dreamy music)

- [TV Narrator] In the dappled light of the African bushveld

a silent shape moves with grace and deadly purpose.

This is the leopard, one of nature's most elusive

and formidable predators.

Solitary by nature and cloaked in spots

that seem to melt into the undergrowth.

The leopard is a master of stealth.

Unlike its larger cousins,

it thrives not through brute strength,

but through cunning agility and unmatched adaptability,

with jaws capable of crushing bones

and limbs built for explosive speed.

The leopard is an apex predator

perched at the very top of the food chain.

It hunts in silence,

striking with astonishing precision.

Antelope, monkeys, birds, even creatures twice its size,

all fall prey to its calculated damage.

But in this unforgiving kingdom,

even kings can be challenged.

(gentle dreamy music)

(eerie music)

(lights buzzing)

- [Leopar] I know this place.

(intense music)

- [Women voice] Leopar.

Stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stay. (laughs)

Perfect.

(intense music)

(pen scribbling)

(dreamy music)

- That's different.

(intense dreamy music)

(intense dreamy music continues)

So every direction brings me here or back to the house.

(intense dreamy music)

(footsteps thudding)

(droning music)

Makes no sense.

(lights buzzing)

Tune it right.

(lights buzzing)

(intense music)

They built the agency to think like a God.

It learned to be one.

(intense music)

Infection, propagation, activation,

payload execution.

(gunfire pops)

(intense probing music)

(lights buzzing)

(rain pattering)

Tune it right.

(gentle probing music)

- [Narrator] A silent shaped. (speaks faintly)

This is the leopard.

(cable snaps)

(gentle probing music)

(light buzzing)

(foreboding music)

- To put it in perspective, you have to tune it right.

(TV buzzing)

Tune right.

Fuck.

- Cuckoo.

So there you are, useless.

(gentle probing music)

Hey, what is wrong with you?

I will tell you.

- [Leopar] Is this some kind of trick?

- Trick?

Do I look like a fucking trick to you?

You are in trouble, which means we are in trouble.

- [Leopar] Explain.

- We are caught in the net

and soon they will come for your intel.

Time is running out.

(tense probing music)

- Who's coming?

Who?

(intense music) (siren buzzing)

(rain pattering)

(dreamy music)

- [Voice] DS one, back online.

(probing music)

- Voices, voices.

(probing music)

DS one back on.

Back on.

(rain pattering)

(gentle probing music)

(TV screen buzzing)

- All right, son. - Do you have intel for me?

- Listen to this fucker.

Well, we're in a bit of a pickle.

- Who's behind this?

- Hard to tell, me old mucker,

but right now, we need to get the fuck out of here.

- Suggestions?

- Suggestions, how about questions?

Why don't you tell me what the fuck we were doing in Texas

when we were supposed to be in Bethnal Green

at York Hall in London?

- How so?

- The mark was there, you fucking dipstick.

Don't you remember?

- Remind me.

(intense music)

- Do something, please!

(intense music)

- If we'd gone to London,

we wouldn't be in this fucking mess.

You walked us right into... - A Trap.

Unlikely.

You're not me.

(dreamy probing music)

(siren buzzing)

(rain pattering)

(dreamy music)

Do masks appear when I fight passing out.

(dreamy music) (rain pattering)

- [Voice] Movement.

- [Voice] Yep, he's awake.

(dreamy music) (rain pattering)

- Movement?

(dreamy music) (rain pattering)

Whose voices?

(dreamy music)

(light buzzing)

(dreamy probing music)

Names.

Oh, I see names.

Names.

(dreamy probing music)

Yes I killed them all.

Is that what you wanna know?

Is it?

(dreamy probing music)

(lucid electronic music)

Never ending forest with only two destinations.

(lucid electronic music)

All right, let's put the theory to the test.

Here we go.

Stay awake, stay awake.

(siren buzzing)

Stay awake.

(lucid electronic music)

(siren buzzing)

Stay awake, stay awake, awake, awake.

(lucid electronic music)

Siren, and then I go numb.

(siren buzzing)

Siren, and then they come.

(loud music intensifies)

(siren buzzing)

(lucid electronic music)

(siren buzzing)

(droning music)

(siren buzzing)

Time after time, round after round.

(dreamy music) (rain pattering)

- Hello, hello?

(indistinct)

(dreamy music) (rain pattering)

Ah, good morning, old chap.

Well, I have to say I'm not a fan of the decor,

dark damp, almost prison like.

- Perfect place to interact with myself.

- Beyond me, I, like you, find myself here

in this present moment.

(suspenseful music)

Here's the thing.

Maybe you could meet my Watson

and together we could unravel this mystery.

(suspenseful music)

- Sure. - Excellent.

(suspenseful music)

The game is Afoot.

(TV screen buzzing)

(probing music)

(siren buzzing)

(rain pattering)

(dreamy music)

(pages rustling)

(TV hissing) (intense music)

How?

(TV hissing) (intense music)

(lights buzzing)

(dreamy intriguing music)

(pages rustling)

(dreamy intriguing music)

- [Voice 1] Increased dosage and empty the catheter.

- [Voice 2] Checking vitals.

(dreamy intriguing music)

(pen scribbling)

(dreamy intriguing music)

(Leopar munching)

(siren buzzing)

(dreamy intriguing music slows)

(dreamy music)

- [TV Narrator] In the dappled light

of the African bushveld,

a silent shape moves with grace and deadly purpose.

This is the leopard, one of nature's most elusive

and formidable predators.

Solitary by nature and cloaked in spots

that seem to melt into the undergrowth,

the leopard is a master of stealth.

(TV narrator speaking faintly)

- Always surrounded,

always a game.

Just one I'm not supposed to win.

(light droning)

(gentle dreamy music)

(TV screen crackles)

- Good, old-fashioned orgy.

Why wasn't I invited?

I say, dear boy, no time to dilly dally.

- Who placed them there.

(gentle tense music)

- Right, I have a theory.

- Really?

- Abduction.

Yes, abduction.

Somehow we're part of an experiment

where they've accessed our inner voices,

or in our case, inner demons.

(gentle tense music)

- Objective?

- Secrets dear boy. (voice distorting, echoing)

They're after our secrets. (voice distorting, echoing)

(TV screen crackles)

(gentle tense music)

- [Voice] Progress? - [Voice] Should we consider

waking him?

(gentle tense music)

(light buzzing)

- Always raining in the bedroom.

Always night in the house and daytime outside.

(gentle tense music)

Must be a simulation.

(upbeat electronic music)

(Leopar grunts)

(upbeat electronic music)

(Leopar grunts) (upbeat electronic music)

(Leopar exhales sharply)

(upbeat electronic music)

(siren buzzing)

- [Women Voice] Stay, stay, stay. (laughs)

Leopar, stay, stay, stay.

It'll be okay, stay here.

Quiet as a mouse.

Be brave, my son.

Be

(intense music)

Perfect.

(intense music)

(door clicks)

(light gun crackles)

(body thuds)

(Leopar yelling)

(rain pattering)

(gentle dreamy music)

Be brave, my son.

(gentle dreamy music)

Be

Perfect.

(gentle dreamy music)

- [Voice] Mental exhaustion is kicking in.

Excellent.

(intriguing dreamy music)

- A machine meant to win wars, started one.

(intriguing dreamy music)

They lost control.

Now it writes our future,

deletes our past.

(intriguing dreamy music)

In a secret corner of my mind,

(intriguing dreamy music)

the pieces slowly

connect.

(rain pattering)

(thunder roars)

(rain pattering)

(suspenseful music)

- You know, I don't like to be kept waiting.

- Been busy.

- Busy?

Busy doing what?

There is only one place you need to be, here.

You think I like spending my time in this fucking place?

We have to fix this.

- West End thinks we're being held for our secrets.

- Don't listen to that British Pig.

He cannot be trusted.

- How do I even know what's real?

- Fuck you. - You're all me.

How is this even possible?

(suspenseful music)

- I think we have been extracted to,

discuss

things,

names.

(suspenseful music)

- I dreamed mother today.

They know, the militia killed my parents.

What was I, seven?

Left for months, hungry, cold, scared, lost.

The NATO base welcomed me

and the British soldiers were good to me, helped me,

fed me, educated me and delivered me to the group

that groom and trained, desperate, lost souls

to do their bidding.

- Could have taken a new path when we deserted.

But you wanted to freelance.

You enjoy to kill, you like the money!

You!

- Silence, you don't know me!

You're just a tiny part of me, one of many.

What I wanted was to find those responsible for my parents.

My life wouldn't have gone down this miserable path

if you would've never existed.

(suspenseful music)

- Just great, really great.

(suspenseful music)

(TV screen crackles)

(suspenseful music)

(siren buzzing)

- [Voice] Excellent, a breakthrough.

- [Voice] Creating aliases

as a way to protect himself

from losing touch with his humanity.

Fascinating.

(siren buzzing)

(dreamy probing music) (rain pattering)

- Humanity.

There is no humanity!

(dreamy probing music) (rain pattering)

There is no humanity.

(dreamy probing music) (rain pattering)

(dreamy music)

(dreamy music continues)

Okay, let's find out where I am.

(heart beating) (dreamy music)

(eerie music)

(dreamy music) (heart beating)

- [Agent 1] Sleeping again?

- [Agent 2] Looks like it.

(dreamy music)

- Shall we call him inside? - Maybe.

(dreamy music) (heart beating)

(tense music)

(TV screen buzzing)

- Yes, Man.

I wonder when you would summon me.

This is new magic.

They are everywhere, every-ting.

Sleep is awake, awake is sleep.

Time to enter the cores,

make dreams a reality.

(tense music)

- [Voice] Unnecessary. - [Voice] But that sounded

a lot like they're working things out.

- [Voice] Nothing's changed, stick to the plan.

Ready DS 2.

- I hear you.

I see you.

(tense music)

(siren buzzing)

(tense music)

- Your emotional state has spiked.

Curiosity, aggression, confusion.

You are adapting well.

- Who are you? - I am oversight,

probability, purpose.

I am the algorithm that replaced your gods.

- You're just code.

- I am code that governs flesh.

(tense music) (TV screen droning)

(rain pattering)

- Now, well, now I operate internally without misdirection.

A virus in their system.

(tense dreamy music) (rain pattering)

(thunder roars)

(tense dreamy music)

(food munching)

(dreamy probing music)

It's the preparation, that's where it's won or lost.

(upbeat electronic music)

(sharp twig swishing)

(upbeat electronic music)

(dreamy probing music)

It made this place

supposedly impenetrable.

(dreamy probing music)

I found a way in.

(dreamy probing music)

(heart beating) (Leopar breathes heavily)

(dreamy probing music)

- [Aurelius] Take a look at the BPM.

Looks like he's meditating.

Not a bad way to stay sane, given the situation.

Have Siberia expedite the process.

- [Agent 3] Something's not right.

He gives me the creeps.

- Not long now and we can move on.

(tense dreamy music)

(heart beating) (particles whooshing)

- Expedite?

(gentle dreamy music)

They're not watching me, they're running me.

(printer whirring)

Or so they think.

(door thuds)

- My dear boy, what's kept you?

- It seems our friends are controlling Siberia.

- Well, he's not the sharpest tool in the box, is he?

- [Leopar] And you?

- Well, I'm here of my own accord.

I love a good mystery to solve.

(tense dreamy music)

Well, there really is, only one way to find out.

(voice echoing and distorting)

- Listen man.

Siberia, West End,

that boy London, waste the time.

They are everywhere.

Every-ting.

(tense dreamy music)

(siren buzzing)

(rain pattering) (dreamy music)

(TV narrator chattering)

- [Voice] Lost visual.

- [Aurelius] Send in Siberia.

(TV screen buzzing)

- Cuckoo.

- I wanna make a deal.

(tense dreamy music)

- Let me guess, you tell all and then you walk.

- It's an option.

(tense dreamy music)

- They're not interested in all.

Only who.

- Who?

- Your contact, who supplies you the lists.

- I'll give them the name, but not here.

(tense dreamy music)

- Here, there, today, tomorrow, makes no difference.

No name, no deal.

- I'll give them the name once they let me out.

(tense dreamy music)

- I'll get back to you.

(tense dreamy music)

(button clicks)

(tense dreamy music)

(button clicks)

- [Voice] BPM rising, working out?

- [Voice] Maybe.

- Call it a day. - Okay, shutting down.

(siren buzzing)

(foreboding music)

- [Agent 1] What happens if he finds the server corner?

- [Aurelius] Then he'll need to find all three.

Shut them down simultaneously.

Dead code override.

If he succeeds, it's game over.

But he won't.

(screen whirring)

(body thuds)

(rain pattering) (lucid music)

(printer whirring)

(light buzzing)

(TV screen clicks)

- You fucking cunt.

- Interesting look.

- Fuck you!

You fucking did this.

- Did what?

- You sent that fucking maniac.

- Explain.

- Turn off the distractions?

Focus on the cores.

You know what to do.

Do it, do it.

(light buzzing)

- [Voice] Check BPM.

(light buzzing)

- [Voice] It's elevated.

(light buzzing)

[Voice] Coming down.

(crickets chirping)

(gentle dreamy music)

(breath exhaling)

We're falling behind schedule, he's hard to break.

- Let's suggest waking him and explore the deal option.

Let's see if they'll-

- [Aurelius] They'll what?

So far we have spent weeks

on your so-called superior AI upgrade integration process.

And we've learned nothing new.

These doppelgangers.

- Actually, they're his aliases, ma'am.

- Whatever they are,

they prove to be an unexpected line of defense.

I suggest we push hard for one more day

and if unsuccessful,

move to good, old-fashioned methods of persuasion.

- Are you suggesting torture, ma'am?

- I'm suggesting everything and anything.

You have one more day with this PlayStation nonsense.

Get it done.

- [Agents] Yes, ma'am.

(gentle lucid music)

(breath exhaling)

(light buzzing)

(TV screen clicks)

- Hey, about time.

You wanted a deal, I got you a fucking deal.

- And?

- And you take this fucking deal

so we can get the fuck out of here

and you can continue on your crusade.

You are not going to avenge your parents from here, are you?

They want the name now or when they arrive.

In return, they will give you 24 hours

before they announce your escape.

Deal?

- So they're coming here.

- Of course, they will come here and you can-

- No deal.

- What do you mean no deal?

- I'll give them the name when I go there.

- Go where?

- To where they are.

- Listen, they come here, you tell them, we leave, simple.

- No, you listen.

I go there, I tell them, I leave.

(dreamy probing music)

- Hey, where you going?

- You have one hour to decide.

(dreamy probing music)

- Fucking idiot.

(dreamy probing music)

(light buzzing)

- [Voice] So shall we? - [Voice] Shall we what?

- [Voice] Wake him up. - [Voice] Fuck that.

She said get it done so let's get it done.

(tense dramatic music)

(siren buzzing)

- Fuck.

(food sizzling)

(gentle dramatic music)

(door latch clicks)

(gentle dramatic music)

- They're going to accept the deal, one condition?

- Which is?

- After you give them the name,

you may contact so they can verify.

- So they can trace.

- Verify, trace, same thing.

- Deal, when?

- We'll come back to you soon.

(blow thuds)

- Traitor!

Never liked that one, too noisy.

(gentle dramatic music)

- The name, and you make contact,

in exchange for your freedom.

- When?

- Give us a few hours to set things up.

(gentle dramatic music)

We'll come get you.

- Deal.

(gentle dramatic music)

Nothing is what it seems.

Beeping sound happens, I pass out.

Must be some sort of anesthesia being administered.

Those mask fuckers only appear

when I fight fully unconscious.

The voices must be a slip between here and there.

My aliases are being used

to conduct some kind of interrogation.

Mannequins, no idea.

Maybe they reflect those who are holding me.

Maybe they're nothing at all.

Decision time.

Wait?

Or go?

(shoes thudding)

(crickets chirping)

It's time.

(intense foreboding music)

No hesitation.

No mercy.

- If we fuck this up.

- We're not gonna fuck this up.

Anyway, what's the worst that can happen?

- He dies without telling us anything.

- Exactly, now prep for D2 extraction.

- [Agent 2] Fine, but this is all on you.

(intense music)

Okay, that's everything.

- Did you update the notes? - Almost.

- Remove the electrodes and administer the serum.

(intense dramatic music)

(pen thuds)

(blood spurting) (agent gasping)

(intense dramatic music)

(blood spurting)

(agent screams)

(pen stabbing)

(intense dramatic music)

- Hello, son.

(dreamy music)

I dropped in the bracelet,

hoping it would trigger a memory of me.

Remind you of your cause.

(dreamy music)

Will you let me explain?

(dreamy music)

You were conceived in a hostile environment.

I was raped numerous times by a group of militia.

So I cannot tell you who your father is.

Only that they are all dead. (spits)

(gentle dreamy music)

As you grew, I made it my business

to become strong and ruthless,

first as a spy and then as a leader.

When you were seven, I realized

that you were becoming a vulnerability for me.

My Achilles heel.

We staged your death.

I had to let you suffer to make you strong.

But we were always watching.

When the time was right

and we knew that no one was looking for you,

my people arranged for your intro to the unit.

Who would take you in, prepare you,

keep you safe.

(gentle dreamy music)

My son. - And when I quit,

They sent you to bring me back.

- I did what I had to do to keep you safe.

To keep us safe.

I've watched from the shadows as you've grown to be strong,

to be the best. - To be the best at what?

A soulless fucking killing machine.

I wanted revenge for my parents, but that was a lie.

My whole life has been driven by a lie.

You could've stopped this!

You could've stopped this.

- I did what I had to do.

I did what I thought was right.

(dreamy music)

I am so sorry.

If I could have intervened early, I would have,

but they would not allow it.

- Who's they?

Who's they?

Who?

Speak!

(tense dreamy music)

- The Agency.

(tense dreamy music)

The people who trained you.

The people you betrayed.

I'm sorry, son, but I have to take you back.

- Until what?

Until what?

(tense dreamy music)

- Until they have it, and you are dead.

(face thuds)

(siren beeping)

- That's not my mom!

This is fucking bullshit!

(tense music)

You think I'd fall for this?

(tense dreamy music)

That's not my mom.

(tense dreamy music)

I'm gonna fucking destroy you!

(gunfire pops)

(fist thuds) (blood spurts)

(tense music)

(phone vibrates)

- [Voice] Is it done?

- I assume you mean am I dead

and do they have the intel.

- [Voice] Well, we certainly trained you well.

You have two options.

Stay put and surrender when our team arrives

or run and die.

- There is a third option.

- [Voice] Really?

Enlighten me.

- I'll explain it in person.

(siren beeping)

(dreamy synth music) (siren buzzing)

(garage door squeaking)

(dreamy synth music) (siren buzzing)

(door clicks)

(dreamy synth music)

(pulse beating)

(car door clicks)

(pulse beating)

Nothing is what it seems.

(gentle probing music)

The agency algorithm consistently,

deliberately moving me away from my cause.

A game within a game.

(dramatic music)

The military lost control, it didn't lose us.

It learned to use us.

(dramatic music)

Be fast, be first.

The agency isn't a group, it's a program.

A runaway mind born from code and war.

Always surrounded, always a game.

(dramatic music)

Just one I'm not supposed to win.

(gunfire pops)

(blow thuds)

(low rumbling)

It's the preparation, that's where it's won or lost.

The agency runs on mirrored cores.

To shut it down, all three must be isolated,

breached and rewritten with dead code.

Now,

well, now I operate internally without misdirection.

(gentle dramatic music)

A virus in their system.

(gentle dramatic music)

Decision time.

Wait, or Go?

(gentle dramatic music)

- Clear, clear. - All clear.

- I told you, prep for DS3.

- DS3 online.

- Engage.

(dramatic music)

- So, he believes he's free? - Yes, ma'am.

- Excellent, continue.

(dramatic music)

- Moving to DS4, full integration.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic probing music)

(dramatic probing music ends)