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You got it?

I was hoping for your...

... For your wisdom, General.

Give it to me.

Fuck.

Finally.

Eyes on the target.

Good.

Agent Hooper?

Yes, mother.

Good position?

The sexist position of the blonde girl in the short red dress and the

knee-high boots at the bar was next to no purpose on this mission.

Yeah?

Agent Becky Hooper, reporting for duty.

A simple affirmative would have sufficed.

For what it's worth, I think you were good in red.

You're stupid, and I hate you.

Just give him the glass, Becky.

I'd say wish me luck, but we both know I don't need it.

All right, remember.

We need three minutes to download the

contents of the computer in that briefcase.

Mr. Sterling.

I'm afraid my mom skipped that lesson.

So charming.

Four percent of the total.

More this time.

Tell me about the Raven.

Something wrong?

Twenty-five percent, my dear.

You didn't actually think you could show the Iranians

the next generation of Rome and keep it quiet, did you?

The Raven is the next generation.

It's not for sale.

Everything is for sale, Mr. Hooper.

Backup stopped.

What happened?

They took the glass.

What do you mean, they took the glass?

I mean, the waitress took the glass.

The glass with the remote hard drive in it.

The glass critical to the mission.

All right.

We're on our way to plan B.

Copy that.

Excuse me?

I don't like being ambushed, Mr. Pierce.

This meeting is over.

Give him the codes.

I don't like being ambushed.

What's this?

A sign of good faith.

The codes.

A single satellite controlled by the Saudis.

Encrypted from top to bottom.

Untraceable.

And you suspect this will make me tall?

What could be of more value to Golshiri

than the power to control his enemy's skies?

And for you to be the one to bring it to him.

Well, I don't know.

I'll teach you a little something I learned a long time ago.

In this line of work, you'd be wise never to accept

drinks from a random woman dressed like that.

Drink is spiked.

Good.

For a B, you really need to take a sip of that drink.

What do you say?

The raven or the rest of the coat?

Sounds like an arrangement worth drinking to.

As I said, the raven is not for sale.

Goodbye, Mr. Pierce.

Greetings.

I say this to Montana...

Cooper, do not say it.

Time for plan C.

Becky?

There is no plan C.

Becky?

Oh, and another thing.

The next time your employer wants to do business, he should contact me directly.

You're not so pretty close up.

Becky?

We're going to need that briefcase.

And who is it you think you are?

I'm the one you didn't expect.

Fuck!

Two years ago, you somehow convinced me that recruiting a 16-year

-old girl with anger management issues was a good idea.

In that time, she abused the agency's reach and blew a man up.

She obliterated several of her fellow agents, costing

us copious amounts in facial reconstruction surgeries.

Oh, fuck!

Jesus Christ, Becky!

This is a fucking training exercise!

She went rogue on the first, second, and now third mission.

Time for plan C.

Time for plan C!

Time for plan C.

No matter how many times the CIA suspends her, or

how many times the CIA sends her to therapy sessions,

nothing changes.

Nothing.

Director?

Do you think this is a conversation that we should be having in private?

Why?

Has it worked out so well the last 12 times?

Sterling was our best shot at accessing the intel.

Tied to one of the biggest arms dealers out of Europe.

And I got you a laptop, didn't I?

No, Agent Hooper.

You destroyed it when it was too late.

I know.

Yeah.

Oops.

Yeah.

Oops.

If you have a problem with my methods, then why the hell am I still here?

Your methods?

Mm.

Oh, that's very good.

Hooper, you're excused.

Rigby, you too.

Return to New York where you'll await further instruction on

whether or not you'll be seeking employment at your local boutique.

Oh, ma'am, with all due respect, I've been- Get the fuck out of my office!

Oh, I'm sorry.

Montana, that girl is a danger to herself and her comrades.

She cares more about these missions than any other agent we have.

Oh, I ain't picking up on that.

She's a fighter.

No, she's a psychopath.

The CIA relocated me to New York after training.

Smells like shit.

It's loud as hell.

The people are jackasses.

I love everything about it.

Yeah.

A landline.

Go work for the CIA for two years.

You ditch your cell phone, too.

Delivery.

The past.

I was better off alone.

It took me too long to realize that I was the angel

of death in the lives of anyone I cared about.

But I refused to let anything bad happen to Diego.

So I found him a new home.

Sometimes, it's all just too much.

And everything goes dark.

I can't read without a regret.

Uh-oh.

I don't have to go to school.

I don't have to go to school.

When I first joined the CIA, they put me

through all these tests and psych evaluations.

It felt like I was under a microscope.

State your full name, age, place of birth.

I don't even have that on file from like the last five times we did this.

Do you make new friends easily?

I don't know.

Never tried.

How old were you when you got into your first fight?

Nine.

I broke the kid's face.

They asked me if I'd always been so unhappy.

So angry.

How did you feel when your father died?

Becky?

I was super.

It was great.

What a fun time.

What does it matter?

Shit happens.

This is Fox.

Sir, this is worse than we thought.

Well, Helm's lying to me.

Maybe he suspects something.

I don't know.

But, sir, the Forsyte's just the fucking beginning.

Russell, everything okay?

Get out of the car.

I was just calling a friend.

I've picked up a new hobby since joining the agency.

Swords.

Like knives, but bigger.

Hey, you've gotten better.

Can you improvise?

How was that?

Come on.

Hooper.

The director's here to see you.

Not you, Rigby.

Just Hooper.

I'll go quietly, but I'm keeping the apartment.

And the suits.

Shut up and listen.

Now, four years ago, you had the misfortune of crossing paths

with a group of escaped convicts led by this man, Dominic Lewis.

They were looking for a key under your family's lake house.

Well, it's about fucking time.

Our best guess is that the key had been hidden decades

earlier by the Helm's former owner, a man named Joseph Alpert.

Real name?

Johan Roos.

Now, Johan, good old-fashioned Nazi.

One of his favorites, actually.

A leading bioengineer in the development of nerve agents.

Now, by 1946, he became a first-round draft pick in Operation Paperclip.

He enjoyed the American dream for a few decades before dying in 1987.

Survived by his grandson, Wilhelm Roos.

Well, it appears he's proven to be quite the problem child.

We now know he's been the mastermind behind Dominic Lewis' jailbreak.

Step one in a multi-pronged plan to usher in the Fourth Reich.

Step two was to obtain the key, which would lead as a roadmap to step three.

These are UTM coordinates.

They lead to a forest in Poland, the site of Hitler's

military headquarters during the Second World War.

A place more commonly known as...

the Wolf's Lair.

You'll imagine our surprise when Wilhelm here relocates his family there, joined

by his right-hand, Russell Wagner, and his associate, Dr. Friedrich Metzger.

Now, thermal imagery indicates that there is something going on underneath the lair.

How did Wilhelm know where to go if he doesn't have the key?

Well, he does have the key.

What?

How?

We gave it to him.

Okay, so you gave the man trying to usher in the Fourth Reich

the very thing he may need in order to usher in the Fourth Reich.

Sometimes national security requires dining with the devil.

We had an asset on the inside, Agent Jeffrey Fox.

We received a distress call from him.

We believe it's been made.

Okay, so you want me to go on a rescue mission?

They have identified Fox as an agent.

There is no one left to rescue.

Agent Hooper, you will travel to Poland at 0900 hours tomorrow.

Once there, you'll pick up where Agent Fox left off.

The Roos family lives on the site of the

lair soon, which is where you'll be staying.

So Hitler's men care, huh?

In a gift shop, in case you need a hat.

Collect what intel you can on what it is Willem

is doing beneath that bunker and report back.

That's it.

In other words, try not to kill anyone.

And Agent, the Noblemen aren't the only terror organization

in the world trying to get through the government.

Extremist groups are rising up all around the globe.

But Roos, he is one of the most terrible and dangerous of them all.

So I ask him, are you up for this?

Nazi.

Halt!

For 80 years, we have been plagued by the ignorant ways of our enemies.

Forced to hide among them, to feign unity, to

stand by and suffer whilst bearing the burden of

a superior way.

We know it takes only one man to bring the Almighty's light into the darkness.

And thanks to you, and to our fellows around the world

who watch and wait for our command, we stand here

today on this hallowed ground at the edge of greatness.

The light is coming!

Yeah!

Just as one man can choose to lead us to victory,

so too can one choose to bring our demise.

As made his choice.

And in the words of our Fuhrer, if men wish to live, then

they are forced to kill others.

Men can stand in our way.

Your Alexis Taylor, American college student, getting your world history degree

from Columbia, but you're making your way through Europe between semesters.

A car will be waiting for you when you land.

I guess I could stab someone with this.

It's inspired by Havana syndrome.

You press the top.

Don't actually press the top.

It emits a frequency that disorients anyone with an earshot.

And what happens to me?

When pressed, a small prick will inject a substance I know.

Temporarily relax your cochlear nerve.

That hearing loss will make you immune to the effects.

Ah, Pontianak!

It's a blow dart.

The muzzle's on the bottom.

The projectile is a splinter that is coated in an

engineered compound that resembles nitroglycerin.

It pierces the skin, interacts with the iron in the

blood, and reaches critical mass within moments.

English.

Turn other person into all.

Okay, seriously, Mom?

Yeah, alright, that's lapsed.

Yeah.

Not normally our style, but I thought you'd like it.

Eye drops.

Poison.

Baby grenade launcher.

Sub-vocal detector.

Tiny flashlight.

Signal jammer.

And tiny flashlight.

Becky?

This is your last chance.

Baker's only giving you one more shot.

Oh, well, I'll be sure to send her thank you chocolates when I start giving up.

Can you cut the shit?

We get it.

The world burned you.

You're gonna burn the world.

This is a very tired act.

Oh, this is the part where you tell me you were angry

too once and found a better life on the other side?

No.

This is the part where I tell you that the world doesn't revolve around you.

What happened to you happened.

The least interesting thing about you.

Stop letting it define you.

Come to see me off?

For a solo mission and all?

Try not to die.

Aw.

You'd miss me?

Nope.

Just don't feel like flying all the way to Poland to pick up a coffin.

Charming.

You should find out what these fuckers are up to, couldn't you?

It took all of two seconds for me to figure out

that this place was my own personal hell on earth.

Or the life-size cardboard cutout of Hitler.

Metame.

Metame.

How can I help you?

My name is Alexis Taylor.

I believe I have a reservation for one night.

Luisa!

Metame.

Metame.

Alexis Taylor.

She believes she has a reservation for one night.

I see.

Mother!

Metame.

Metame.

Alexis Taylor.

She believes she has a reservation for one night.

Of course.

Let us see.

Here we are.

And will anyone be joining you?

No, no, it's just me.

Well then.

Welcome to the Wolf's Lair.

Any questions you may have can be directed to Otto here.

Each night we provide dinner for the guests at seven

p.m. sharp and curfew is nine p.m. to six a.m. Um,

curfew?

For the safety of our guests.

Was this forest for once littered with land mines?

Unlikely, sir.

It left, but we wouldn't want a pretty thing like

you wandering about and helping us to find out.

Right.

Dropped my stuff off.

I made my way to the pink tourist attraction.

Ah, the Wolf's Lair.

Nazi wonderland.

You can smell the desperation for world domination in the air.

And it smelled faintly of cabbage.

Dr. Adams with the General.

Well, well.

Who do we have here?

Family?

Check.

Friends?

Check.

Now where's Wilhelm?

Wait, who's this?

Who are you?

You another guest here?

I'm sorry, my English.

You're a choice for a vacation.

Sometimes, to move beyond the past, you must face it.

Okay, some unexpected elder wisdom.

For all guests of the Wolf's Lair Inn, please join

us at this time for a delicious evening feast.

Guess that's us.

Tell me,

Miss Taylor, where do you come from?

Oh, um, New York.

I'm currently studying world history at Columbia.

It's a real passion of mine, dissecting how our past impacts

our present and how our present will impact our future.

Of particular interest to me right now is these leftist regimes, working so

hard to overthrow everything that has always made America so great since its

founding.

The old ways have always just felt so...

superior.

Well, that's a strong viewpoint you have there.

What about you guys?

Where do you hail from?

That's where we...

hail from?

We're American.

Father, too.

Mother is German.

Ah, okay.

Oh, and how'd you guys end up in Poland?

Father's work.

He, too, is quite passionate about history.

Is that right?

Well, I can't wait to meet him.

Will you be joining us tonight?

So here you smell.

Vitami.

Vitami.

Vitami.

Vitami.

Apologies for our tardiness.

It's been a long day.

We're in the final stages of a little something here at

the lair to improve the state of things, you could say.

Ah, exciting.

To put it lightly.

But one must not, am I right?

Where are my manners?

Hello.

I'm Wilhelm.

My small friend here is Russell.

It's so nice to meet you both.

Wilhelm, these are our guests for this evening.

Miss Taylor and Mr. Emmanuel, both solo travelers.

Is that right?

Well, we are thrilled to have you both with us.

Oh, Miss Taylor, you don't have any sauerkraut on your plate.

You really must try it.

Um, no, it's all right.

I'm not really...

For one, for sauerkraut, yes, that's what they all say.

But this is Louise's specialty.

You won't regret it.

I insist.

The best I ever had.

Oh, well, in that case...

Tell me, Helga, what did we miss?

We were just having a lovely conversation

about Miss Taylor's shared love for history.

Ah, do we have a fellow scholar in our midst?

Uh, no, hardly a scholar.

I can hold my own.

Quick.

What's this?

That's the weapon.

Very good, Miss Taylor.

A symbol for slain warriors.

And yet it would appear you still walk among the living.

But willing to perish at any time.

Zy Kos.

I must say I'm impressed.

Where did you learn this history?

Oh, I've just come across it once or twice in my studies.

I suppose some back in the States do still teach appropriate curriculums.

Helga and I found our children's time at

American schools to be less than satisfactory.

Is that a reason for the move?

A contributing factor.

Any other factors?

You know what I think, Miss Taylor?

I think you know exactly why we're here.

Why we've come all this way to Hare Wolf's Lair.

It must have become fairly obvious to you of history.

Yeah, yeah, of course.

Russell, we should get back to work.

Apologies, children.

We're just so close.

How close?

Tomorrow.

What is it you said you were working on?

I didn't.

It's a pity you've all still be here to find out.

Yes, that reminds me.

Um, I should be going to bed.

I have to head out bright and early tomorrow morning.

Alexis, you still haven't tried your salt crumb, dear.

Right.

Look, you know, I was going to, but then I thought to myself, how

good could it be if Mr. Emanuel's the only one at the table eating it?

Nighty-night.

I want to know who she is.

Stay off the radio.

If the Americans send another spy, it might be close.

Shut the gates.

Set the blockades.

Listen to us.

Our parents, they're not who they say they are.

But they can't know that we said anything.

I swear on my wife, Ms. Taylor, you have to trust us.

Then why would I trust you?

Because we're telling the truth.

I don't say ever just be some fucking sauerkraut.

We don't usually wake our guests after dinner,

say when my men discovered your true identity.

Well, I just had to say hello.

I recognize that name immediately.

Becky Hooper of the Hooper residence, Lake Sinclair.

That little girl who took out all my men and stole my key all those years ago.

And here you are.

I should have known we'd find ourselves meeting one day.

History has shown time and time again.

Take something from your enemy.

Something that they love more than anything in the world.

And let them live to tell the tale.

Like a cancer, they will grow.

Why?

Anger.

The most powerful force of all.

Five years ago, I instructed Dominic to kill every person in that lake house.

Outside of your father, he proved to be incapable.

I can assure you of this.

Your father died for an extraordinary cause.

No!

Please answer the question.

How did you feel when you watched your father die?

I don't want to talk about this.

Becky.

I love you, Becky.

The most powerful force of all.

If you're finished playing with your food, darling.

It appears it will be your blood that brings

about the next great chapter in history.

She's got spunk.

Hold still, yeah?

Nein.

It works

like that, the last vegetable.

In today's session...

This is Montana.

There's another bunker underground.

Often it pours beneath the layer.

We destroyed all those bunkers after the war.

No, not this one.

There's a lab inside, but I can't access it.

Jesus.

There's more.

I just sent over photos of the inn's visitor log.

Highlighted names.

Cross-referenced those of any missing persons over the last six months.

Yeah, why?

They've been killing guests.

Solo travelers.

Killing them, bleeding them, and burning their bodies.

You're storing the blood in these temperature-controlled devices.

It's precise.

They must be using it for some kind of experiment.

Okay.

Agent, your job is done.

I need you to leave the lair immediately and head to Langley.

There will be a plane waiting for you on the tarmac.

I'm going to kill him, Montana.

Whoa, what?

What?

Sorry, what?

I'm going to kill him, his family, his

men, and anyone else that stands in my way.

Becky, listen to me.

You were right before, about things being bigger than me.

Wilhelm Roos is responsible for my dad's death.

He's responsible for everything that's happened

to me since the day I found that fucking key.

If that's reason enough, that's not why I have to do this.

The thing is, this man and his followers are

capable of the pain they will cause if they succeed.

And if there's even the slightest possibility

of that happening, we cannot protect you.

We will contact the Polish authorities.

They will initiate military action.

You will become collateral damage.

Do you understand that?

Thank you for believing in me.

Maybe Baker had a point.

Becky?

Maybe I was just a killing machine.

But when it comes to killing Nazis, maybe that ain't such a bad thing.

We've got a problem.

Charles, I'm going to have to call you back.

Who's coming?

There's a lab underneath the Wolf's Lair.

That's the heat signature.

They've got heavy machinery, and because we know who

Wilhelm's father is, we can assume it's a chemical weapon.

Of course.

Did you have direct tipper to return?

Yes, but...

She refused.

Ma'am, we need to contact the Polish authorities so we can get in touch

with the necessary parties, and we've got to get her out of there.

Thank you, Agent Montana.

If you're excused, I can take it from here.

Maybe I need to make myself clear.

I'm talking about World War fucking Three.

The word war implies a victor, and if the intel is correct, it wouldn't be a war.

It would be mass extinction.

Would you care to explain to me why you're not doing your fucking job?

I've already done it.

I did it when I assigned Agent Hooper to this mission.

I don't understand.

I always thought her anger was a sign of weakness in the field.

You were right.

She is invaluable.

Perhaps the greatest assassin the CIA has ever had.

And then it dawned on me.

Why create panic and send in the cavalry, when I could just send in Becky?

How long until you reach the target?

57 minutes.

Get her out.

This is Kate Montana.

I need the Director of National Intelligence.

Some Nazis.

When she was good.

Let's just say, you cunts are fucked.

The kids.

Find her.

Kill her.

Regenerate her.

It's a perfusion.

Let me handle it.

We need to bloodfill him.

Go!

Not bad.

This splits up.

Let's hop.

Slight delay with the last blood donor.

I'm off to prepare for the meeting with the brothers.

He will be ready.

Check.

There's the trap.

Now, where's the mouse?

Right there.

That's right.

Follow me.

I saw her first.

You don't get to kill her, just because you saw her first.

Plus, mom and dad aren't just going to let you kill someone.

You're a fetus.

We're not, you dumbass.

Who cares?

Who cares how old we are?

Fine.

We'll split up.

Whoever finds her, gets to kill her.

You should kill me first.

That's a risk I'm willing to take.

Don't shake it.

Just download it.

Got it.

Just put it down and I'll let...

Wait, wait.

Wait for him to...

It's short.

They're supposed to bring more blood.

You got it?

Yeah.

Perfect.

Which one of you is the brains behind this operation?

Oh, that would be me, doctor.

Media and performing arts major.

Ohio State.

Bring him.

Please.

Yes, sir.

Doctor, how long until you're ready?

Seventy.

Ten.

Eight.

Oh, fuck.

I'm not sorry you don't leave landmines lying around.

Otter?

Sorry.

Almost killed me.

Did you hear the blast?

Yes.

Where is your sister?

Nice toy.

Which one?

Some coast.

You even know how to use that thing?

At their youth camp.

They still have those in Germany?

Mississippi.

Oh,

shit.

Oh, shit.

I've heard Jewish on my mom's side.

They're Jewish.

I thought I saw them at the Capitol.

You just had to say it.

This chatter is insane.

And look, we haven't even done 14 countries already.

This thing is going to blow up.

Higher temperature reached.

It's time.

Start the countdown.

Yes, sir.

The brothers

are starting to enter the chat.

Bots, your sleeper agents.

Fix the algorithms.

Let's get this trending.

Set intercom.

Switch.

Unless that's exactly what she wants us to do.

She's a girl, Otter.

She's not that smart.

Go.

Fuck.

Otter?

False alarm, my bad.

One more time and I'm taking something away from you.

Here.

Yes!

Auntie's brew and Auntie's song was as mixed as one is where you belong.

Here you go, Pom.

I knew somewhere deep, deep, deep down

under all that fascism you had some brains.

Care to share a drink?

With all my children?

I will answer your question.

But first, you're going to tell me everything you, your cock-sucking hobby,

and your shit-tired compadres are doing down in that little lab of theirs.

Hm.

What lies in the chamber beneath us is proof that we never went anywhere.

That we have been hiding in plain sight amongst all of you.

That we are the most resilient species of all.

And that we will be the last ones standing.

Hm.

Pretty sure you just described a cockroach.

Where are my children?

Ah, right.

Hm.

So I've been working through these in my head and I think they're pretty good.

But let's start with Russell.

I'm very proud of that.

His soul is in danger.

It has crossed a line.

One step gone wrong, he is on a landmine.

Hey!

Very, very good.

Although I did hear what sounded like a kaboom

a little bit earlier, so that shit has sailed.

Shall we move to Otto?

I have no teeth, but quite a bite.

When I open up, I shine a light.

Through Otto's plans, I may have foiled.

Keep with me and he'll be far less spoiled.

He is in the freezer.

You're good.

Still alive?

I'd say he's got a solid hour.

Sing continue.

Hm.

Louisa.

Brace yourself.

This one's my favorite.

Not wearing her top.

Avoid instead.

Can't think, blink, or drink.

Your daughter is without her.

Hmm.

You didn't actually think I'd be stupid

enough to drink the one you poured, did you?

You shouldn't.

Because that's the one I poisoned.

You're too late, you know.

There's nothing you can do to stop us.

Just shut up and walk.

Wow.

Who's that?

Fuck.

The moles will be swarming this place any minute.

We have to leave now.

You go home.

I'm not going anywhere.

Something funny?

Both of you are so stupid.

Neither of you get out of here alive.

Shit.

I had

a show.

And I love a good show.

Your wife and daughter are dead.

And that guy, over there.

Your son's gonna be next if you don't surrender.

Really?

You're going to shoot a child?

And while all of these guns are aimed at you?

Otto, come on.

You okay?

Good.

You act so tough, Becky Hooper.

But you continue to make the same fatal mistake.

You assume we all care for our families the same way that you care for yours.

Weakness.

Not this time.

There are currently...

...

tuned into this live stream across various platforms.

We'll be keeping an eye on the live feed.

But a warning to viewers.

You have no idea what to expect when the

countdown hits zero and the stream goes live.

I hope you're happy.

I just got off the phone with President of

the goddamn fucking United States of America.

He made me look like a complete jackass.

Yeah, one of us had to do our job.

Fuck your shit, Montana.

You're finished at the CIA.

You sent one of our own on a suicide mission under false pretenses.

And you neglected to inform the intelligence community of a global threat.

I am the intelligence community.

Not for long.

Hey, neighbor.

Uber?

Uber?

How's yourself?

Cozy.

Same here.

There has to be some way out.

There's a dead guy in here.

I guess.

Drained of blood?

It has to do with the weapon.

I just sent over the intel.

Becky.

The director sent you up.

But you came for me.

The CIA has the intel to investigate a scenario for us.

I have an idea.

Where's your core strength?

It's time.

I guess.

Sayonara.

Pussy.

You feel better?

Move.

Welcome, Janet.

When do you make a move?

Thanks for having me.

Here's what we know so far.

As you requested, sir.

We're coming in now.

What is it?

We're out there.

We have eyes.

We

have eyes.

Get on

with it.

Ten seconds, sir.

Are you ready to check?

Around Earth comes to you

today a humble servant of the Reich.

What you are about to witness is a moment eighty years in the making.

Today, we restore the course of history.

We return our race.

The master race.

Today, we resurrect.

Of your world.

Did he just say...

Yes.

Yes, he did.

A little small

for the master race, no?

No, no, no, no.

Oh, shit.

We've lost the beat, but it does appear that Hitler is dead again.

It's time for plan C.

This can't be.

A lifetime of this?

Murder!

What?

Please.

I was just following orders.

Hm.

Thought you were.

Becky!

Tag.

You're it.

How did it feel?

Like the world was on fire.

Maybe this is the end of the road for both of us.

Three generations of tireless planning, you naive little girls.

Everyone thinks that their way is the right way.

But they know the truth.

The other side is so pitifully lost in the dark.

If we were the truth, what if the light was on our

side?

What if you were all wrong?

What if you were all wrong?

Did anyone ever tell you you talk too much?

You'd be attacking me.

No.

I'm like that with zombies.

You and me.

We were going to hell.

You weren't right.

Order was restored to the world together.

Today, man did everything you, even

backwards man, awkwardly twisted decades of

your lives on.

They reshaped your kind back to their rightful place

in the shadows and killed ourselves, the Nazis.

Looks like mine was more effective.

Hm.

Now, who's done wrong?

Director Baker's intentions when she

deployed agents who imported the wolf's lair?

Not exactly, no.

What I perceived to be Director Baker's intentions were entirely

in line with the investigation we had been carrying out for years.

And it wasn't until one of our agents was compromised, we had a basic recon mission.

And that's when you became aware of the information

that Baker had been withholding from her superiors.

That's correct, yes.

Great mistake.

I went back to my office and I immediately contacted...

Yes, sir?

An authorization to send agent Rigby to Poland.

An authorization, sir?

If you were, in fact, under the impression that

a standard recon mission was being conducted...

That she was being sent into the lion's den without appropriating

what I thought was best for the safety of my agents.

Would you say that what you did resulted in

what was best for the safety of your agents?

The agents believed in something bigger than themselves.

And they laid their lives on the line, that's for sure.

Their actions resulted in what was best for the

safety of the nation and all nations around the globe.

Please answer what was asked of you.

Did your actions result in what was best for the safety of your agents?

No, sir.

May I ask a question?

Yes go ahead.

Was Becky Hopper body ever recovered ?