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(distorted creaking)

(clang in distance)

(squeaking)

(breathing heavily)

(groans)

Where...

the hell am I?

Hello?! (grunts)

MAN:
I was just like you.

20 minutes ago.

Woke up here in shock,
no idea where I was.

I came over,
gave you a nudge.

But you were busy producing
a puddle of drool.

Honestly, who
am I to interrupt?

Gray.

It's an interesting choice.

It's supposed to be
psychologically oppressive.

But I like gray.

So there.

(birds singing in distance)

I know you.

You're The Merchant.

You tried to kill Desi.

Who?

Listen, I'm...

(snorts)
I'm genuinely sorry.

I...

I-I meet a lot of people
in my line of work.

So... (sniffs)

...if you wouldn't mind
being a bit more specific.

(grunting)

Where the hell
are we?!

I have no idea.

You're a liar!

What do you want
from me?

(panting)

Uh...

I want you to let go.

Please.

Clearly, you and I are
in the same predicament.

It's just I'd say I'm
handling it a bit better.

Eh? Without all the
grabbing and shouting

and toxic masculinity.

This coming from the man

who murdered a woman
in a soccer stadium.

Was that you?

On the soccer pitch.

Oh, right.

You're that teenager
from the, um...

from the Falcon organization.

Fal...

Phoenix... Foundation.

You're the criminally insane
weasel on the run from Codex.

I don't like that word.

What, "weasel"?

"Insane."

It's a simple word
stupid people use

when they can't face
the complexities

of the human psyche.

"Sociopath"--
there's another one.

It's like, "Everyone, calm down.

Stop trying to label me."

What was the last thing
that you remember?

I was drinking a cup of tea,

oolong,

in a Shanghai cafe.

Everything went dark.

I woke up, I was being
transported somewhere,

then held.

I really don't know.

I just...

found myself coming to here.

You?

I was in China, tracking you.

Oh, were you?

Well, serves you right, then,
doesn't it?

You're bleeding, by the way.

(groans)

Oh, look.

I've got one, too.
Twinsies.

There's something sewn in

under the skin.

Please.

Please stop poking it.

(grunts)
It's a planted port.

Oh, you mean
there's an IV in here?

Yeah.

Yeah, that explains
why we're so disoriented.

(sighs)
We've been drugged.

Judging by the stitches,

I'd say we've been here a week.

I don't...

I don't want to be in this cell.

I really...
(breathing heavily)

I really don't want
to be in this cell.

Yeah, well, neither do I.

And I got a bad feeling
nobody's coming for us.

Which means our only hope
of getting out of here...

is each other.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

(man screams in distance)

(grunts)

(grunts, pants)
Got it.

Got what?

Oh, t-- I told you
to stop poking that.

That's just...

(panting):
Try...

Trying to...

make it more difficult

for our captors
to drug me.

Keeping hold of that, are we?

Never know.
Might come in handy.

No, I kn...

I know who you are.

You're
that bloke

that makes things
out of things, right?

You're like,

"I-I got a toothbrush,

"I got some bubblegum, some
duct tape and some earwax,

"and, hey, hey, presto,
I just made

an aeroplane."

(shouting)

Let go of me!
I don't speak crazy!

Get him off me!
Get him off me!

Get him off me!

Calm down!
Calm down!

I can't calm down!

Just...

listen
to my voice, okay?

I find it irritating.
Please be quiet.

(mutters)

(sighs)

My name is Angus.

What's your name?

(panting)

(exhales)

(chuckling)

(sighs)

What are you trying to do, get
me to laugh myself to death?

That's terrible,
that is.

What, they named you
after beef? (chuckles)

Pretty sure
it's Scottish.

(breathing heavily)

My name's Clive.

It's not an alias.

Well, Clive, just...

make sure
to breathe deep...

Why don't you shut up and
let me listen to the birds?

(breathing heavily)

I like listening to the birds.

(birds singing in distance)

What birds?

Shh.

(birds twittering)

(whispers): Listen to that.
You hear that?

(bird singing)

That's a reed parrotbill.

(bird singing)

And the other one, the...

That's a bunting.

That's
a Tibetan bunting.

(birds singing)

I think we're still in China.

(indistinct chatter in distance)

Birds migrate,

but there is a way to confirm
if what you're saying is true.

What are you doing?

(clanging)

(groans softly)

Shh!

(coughing)

(clanging)

Oi. N-No, no, no.

(amplified voices)

Oh, that's incredible.

This pipe most likely runs
throughout the entire prison.

So...

if I create
a seal between

my ear and this hole...

No. No,
it's incredibly unhygienic.

Your face is right next
to that bucket of wee.

(groans)

(man speaking indistinctly)

Speaking Mandarin.

I told you.

I told you, didn't I?

So we are
in China.

When are they coming for you?

Who?

The Phoenix people.

Yeah, they're not coming.

Great.

So what now?

Why don't we talk
about the people

who did this to us?

Let's talk about Codex.

What, you think this is Codex?

How else do you explain the two
of us in a cell together?

I shut down their
match fixing operation.

You lost a lot of money
for them.

Our common enemy is Codex.

Yeah, but I paid them back
since then, didn't I?

And I've kept

in their good graces.

This is not Codex.

(door closes)

Someone's coming.

(grunts)

(grunting)

(groaning)

(door creaks shut, lock clicks)

♪ ♪

(grunts) Well?

I think he bought it.

Hook, line and sinker.

He's got a thing
about birds.

Is that gonna be
a problem?

The techs have done
their research.

Hey. You okay?

Yeah. Yeah.

BOZER:
I need a reset
on the rat.

Who's got
the rat food?

And, Riley, I need
those weather effects yesterday.

Almost there.

I see you're finally connecting
with someone emotionally.

Good for you.

Exactly how much money
did you spend on this circus?

(inhales)
Well,

if Codex find a
way to wipe out

a quarter of the
Earth's population,

I don't think I'm gonna care
too much about my bank balance.

Is this gonna work?

I don't know.

Every time I think
we've knocked them back,

they seem to come
back at us stronger.

We need intel. We need...

we need to get ahead of them.

Because,
without that,

I'm running out of hope.

♪ ♪

(MacGyver groans)

(groans)

Does that hurt?

No.

(laughs)

You know you don't have
to try to impress me.

You already got me
naked in a shower.

(sighs)

That's a good point.

I'm sorry The Merchant's
bodyguard stabbed you

in the neck before I could
take her out with a tranq dart.

There's something
you don't hear every day.

(laughing):
No.

You know,

we have a few more
hours of freedom

before Matty begins
her interrogation.

(knocking)

RILEY: Hey, guys,
sorry to interrupt.

Um, Matty wants us back
at the Phoenix.

Something to do
with The Merchant?

Yeah, we will, uh...
we'll get dressed.

All righty.

No. (laughs)

Taylor, what's going on?

You know the burner phone

we pulled from The
Merchant in China?

Yeah.

Techs found

something unexpected.

Encrypted messages sent
from The Merchant to Codex.

MacGYVER:
That doesn't make any sense.
After he lost

Codex all that money in Milan,
they wanted him dead.

TAYLOR:
Yeah, swapping messages
indicates that they've kissed

and made up. That means...

The Merchant possibly knows more

about Codex
than we first thought.

Like the location
of their new headquarters.

We're not gonna be able
to decrypt those messages.

I've been working
on Major Frost's phone

since the NORAD attack.
I've got nothing.

MATTY:
Well, then, we better

start working on him.

He's out cold
in the interrogation room.

Total sensory deprivation.

Taylor,

you're with me.
The rest of you,

I want you listening in.

Wait.

That man

was tranquilized.
He has no idea

who took him
or where he is.

Right?

So we can use that
to our advantage.

MATTY:
Of course.

Messing with him is part
of the interrogation.

No.

We don't interrogate him.

We help him.

Look, The Merchant
may sound

like a deranged
chat show host, but

he's highly intelligent,

manipulative...
and trained by Codex.

Traditional interrogation
won't work on him.

Exactly what do you have
in mind?

Uh, why are we
in the storage bay?

This is where we play
laser tag and defuse bombs.

Right. We can
put the, uh...

cell block here,

hallway here, a little bit
of, uh, fake sunlight.

This'll be perfect.

You want to build a prison?

A prison set...
for our beautiful con.

The Merchant isn't
going to wake up

in the Phoenix
interrogation room.

He's going to wake up
in a cell somewhere else.

Yes. In China.

With me as his cellmate.

Social engineering.

We gain his trust,
get him to talk a little bit.

Perhaps he even gives up
the, uh,

location of Codex without him

even realizing it.

I'll be the Phoenix agent
who pursues him, and once

we are trapped together,
I'll become his confidant.

It should be me.

The Merchant needs to believe
that his cellmate is an ally.

And Codex's master plan
was designed by...

my mother.

And... my aunt
runs the place, so,

Codex is practically
the family business.

No, Mac.

You've been through
a lot lately, and, um...

this hits a bit close to home.

Exactly.

It'll make it more convincing.

Look, I've run this con before
with MI6.

I have experience.

I can handle this.

You're not strong enough.

Look, forgive me, but

after everything you've
been through recently,

I just don't think
that you have the...

Don't have the what?

The mental stability
that this requires.

(sighs)

You're right.

I'm not sleeping, and I can't
stop thinking about Codex,

or the people
that they want to sacrifice.

Or the people that
I've lost, so...

Let me use it, please.

If The Merchant's emotional
intelligence is as high

as you say,
then he's gonna look at me,

and he's gonna see
a kindred spirit.

Someone who's pushed to the
edge, just trying to survive.

You'll need to look the part.

We'll suggest
you two were drugged,

which will account
for the lost time,

and provide physical evidence

that'll seem too insane
to fake.

When we abducted him, we found
anti-anxiety medication.

Withholding that will
throw him off his game.

Bozer will head up
production design.

Layer the dirt on those walls.
This is all about the details.

Where's my rodent guy?

TAYLOR:
We'll need the proper lighting
and atmosphere.

This rig will use nanoparticles
to compress

what happens to sunlight
as it passes through the Earth's

atmosphere over six miles
down into a few feet.

TAYLOR:
We'll have surveillance,
but you'll be in close quarters

with The Merchant, so
that means no comms. You need

to establish a rapport.

Normally, I'd say use

emotive mirroring,
active listening,

but we're short on time, so,

get him to tell you his name.

All right.

(grunting)

(sighs)

Hello, Clive.

They messed you up
pretty good, huh?

Did you find out
where we are?

Who they are?

What-what they want from us?

(groans sharply)

We're being held
by China's Ministry

of State Security.

The secret police.

Yeah. They think
we're Western spies.

Well, you are a Western spy.

Yeah.

Well... I was.

How so?

I defected from the Phoenix.

And I've been tracking you

because I need your help...

making contact with Titan.

And why on earth would you want
to do that?

So that I can join Codex.

He pushed it.
That was too early.

No, no, no, he's good.
He's gonna bite.

Listen to me. Level with me.

The Phoenix Foundation--

they're really not coming
for you?

(sighs)

Definitely not.

Well, I can't tell you
how happy that makes me.

But you know, there's
an easy-peasy solution

to all of this, right?

You make stuff
out of stuff.

That's what you do.

So anyway, hypothetically,

you could get us out
of this jail cell.

Uh-oh.

TAYLOR:
No, it's all right.

We expected that. Stand by.

MacGYVER:
Yeah, I...

I might be able
to make what we need to

pick that lock, break it
or something, yeah.

Listen, when the
guards come back

to interrogate
one of us,

if we distract them,
I could lift a stun gun.

(sighs)

MacGYVER:
If you can lift the stun gun,

I think we have all that we need
to get out of here, but...

then what?

Where do we go?

Very good.

Steering the conversation
back to the intel.

You break us out
of this prison,

I'll take you to Titan
personally.

We have a deal.

(birds singing)

(loud, indistinct
chatter and shouting)

(metallic clinking)

(birds chirping)

One, two, three.

Parrotbill.

(birds chirping)

Four, five.

Bunting.

(birds chirping)

One, two, three. Parrotbill.

(birds chirping)

(birds singing)

(sighs)

What the devil
is Clive playing at?

The kind of stuff

you do
when you're crazy banana pants?

What are we gonna do
about the stun gun?

The Merchant mentioned
lifting it,

but he's gonna know pretty soon
if it's a fake.

Which is why it won't be.

DESI:
We're gonna give

a real weapon
to the Downton Abbey reject

in there?

MATTY:
No, we're not gonna

do that,
because that's too dangerous.

Look, The Merchant thinks that
Mac's gonna help him escape.

He won't hurt him.

It's a risk
we're gonna have to take.

Right.

Time for sunset.

DESI: But it's only been
a few hours

in that cell since sunrise.

Yes, well, I'm throwing
off his circadian rhythms,

adding a lightning storm

and dosing his dinner with his

anti-anxiety medication.

The benzo hit should trigger
feelings of tranquility,

and make him trust Mac
even more.

Something about you
playing God is... terrifying.

Well, it is a chess match.

We have to do whatever
we can to make sure

that Mac is not the pawn.

(thunder rumbles,
rain streams down)

(distant chatter)

(metallic rattling)

(indistinct chatter,
keys jangling)

(footsteps approaching)

I can't bear awkward silences.

(door closes in distance)

Listen, why don't you tell me
a little bit about yourself?

I'm just interested to know--
what makes the Boy Wonder tick?

(thunder rumbling)

Seriously, what...?

What are your hopes?
What are your dreams?

To get you to stop talking.

Just tell me one thing.

Why do you want to meet Titan?

Why would you want to go
face-to-face

with the architect
of Codex's doomsday plans?

She's my aunt.

Like hell she is.

(groans)

You're telling the truth?

I really wish I wasn't.

So it's a family matter.

Well, what do

your parents say? Do they know?

Siblings?

I see. None of those.

So...

you're all alone in the world.

I wouldn't say that.

Listen,
family's important, but...

Even if you don't get along.

But when they're gone,

well, it's like you're-you're
the last of your kind.

Literally. You're like
an endangered species.

(thunder rumbling)

It's just you,

left to wander the wilderness

until you finally die
and become extinct.

I want to pull Mac
out of there.

It's too soon.
They're building trust.

No, he's losing control
of the conversation.

Give us the room.

You said you did this op at MI6.

I did.

And?

It was successful.

(exhales)

Until it wasn't.

I locked one of our best
operational officers in

with a terrorist in the hope
of getting some intel

on an upcoming attack.

What happened?

My officer's jugular
was sliced open

with a shard of broken glass.

We...

we missed it.

And now we're gonna put a weapon
in The Merchant's hands.

But we managed to get
enough intel to stop the attack.

Taylor, I know you well enough
now to know.

You're worried.

Which is why I want to pull Mac
out of there.

She told me about
you once, you know.

'Course, I didn't
know at the time

that you were
the famous nephew.

What do you mean?

Auntie Gwen.

Oh, uh, um, we're not close

or any--
Actually, she doesn't like--

Actually, she wants to kill me.

What did she say?

Well, as you know,
she's so dedicated

to saving the world from itself.

I was curious
to find out why.

So I asked her.

And she told me.

She said-- and I quote--

"I want my nephew to have
a long and beautiful life.

"And I want that
for his children

and for his
children's children."

(quietly):
Me?

Me? I'm all about survival.

Is that how you got back
with Codex,

back in their...

good graces?

Well, I mustn't lie.

I've got a certain skill set
that they need,

and that's reserved me a seat
in the doomsday bunker, luckily.

Did you hear that?

They have a doomsday bunker.

RILEY:
Already on it.

Tracking all shipments
from the past year

of materials needed to build a
fortified underground structure.

Good job, Mac.

Old Clive is giving up
valuable intel,

and he doesn't even realize it.

A doomsday bunker?

How long do we have
to get into that thing?

Time-out.

Why?

Why now? Why-why do you...

want to join Codex now?

(thunder rumbling)

(exhales)

My whole life,
I've been a Boy Scout.

(exhales)
Trying to make my... saintly

dead mom proud.

But now that I know
the truth about her

and both of my parents
are dead...

...I feel...

free.

Free to choose
the path of science and reason.

And the whole...

"Codex planning
on killing billions of people"?

Your friends.

Phoenix.

Your girlfriend.

What, that doesn't bother you?

Sometimes, to do what's right,

you have to sacrifice
the things you love.

Is that part of the act?

Well, let's hope so.

Enough with the sharing.

Let's set this breakout
in motion, hmm?

Uh, just...

(grunts)

Thing is,
I haven't learned Mandarin

since the last time you were
in here, so I've got no idea

what you're talking about.

Thanks.

I take it you guys ran with
the whole prison breakout thing,

came up with a plan?

Yeah.

Bozer's waiting in the lab
to brief you.

Mac, mate, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Ready for a few more cuts
and bruises.

(grunting)

(door closes, lock clicks)

(footsteps departing)

Well, well, well.

You seem to be rather good
at withstanding torture.

So do you.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Anyhoo,

got you a little gift,
didn't I?

Yeah.

Saw it in the window
and I thought of you.

Oh, bloody hell.

It works.
Shocking.

All right. This time.

(gasps)

(chuckles): Oh!
Watch out, watch out.

It is sensitive.

Well, this is
a charged moment, isn't it?

(chuckles)

Sorry, I couldn't resist.

You're no fun at all.

(grunts)

Maybe you could explain to me
how destroying our only weapon

is gonna get us out of here.

Gas cartridge
plus needle...

(grunts) ...equals
lock pick gun.

A weapon is no use to us

if we can't get out of here.

Yeah, but a lock pick
isn't gonna help us

take out the guards, is it?

No reason we can't have both.

Now, most
projectile stun guns,

they have a direct
contact backup feature

in case the cartridges
have been deployed.

And you're arming me.

Is that wise?

You're an opportunist
who wants to capitalize

on bringing me to Titan.

I think it makes sense.

Let's just call it trust,
shall we?

Pretty impressive skills,
by the way.

Gonna need those
as we cross into Zavkhan.

He just dropped the name of
a remote province in Mongolia.

I can cross-reference that

with fallout shelter
material shipments

and construction activity.

Could give us a solid
location on Codex.

Sir, there's a line
in the transcript from earlier

that voice recognition
logged as inaudible...

I'm busy right now.

I checked the video,
just to cover our bases,

and I found this.

CLIVE:
One, two, three, parrotbill...

(bird singing)

...four, five...

bunting.

Cut the lines!

The Internet!
The satellite!

Cut the connection!
Seal us off now!

What is it? What? What?

The Merchant is onto us.

I don't know by how much,

but he at least suspects
that he's been in a simulation.

The intel he sent us is a trap.

Okay, okay.
Just take a breath.

Phoenix's network
is protected

by a sandboxed
API, VPN, IDS.

We should be o...

What?

Oh, this is never good.

What is it?

Someone got through
and pinged us.

The Merchant sucked us
into this whole

stun gun thing to get

our focus away from
the real risk, the fake intel.

Looks like someone beat
our network.

My money's on Codex.

MATTY:
He used us

to send them an SOS.

"Zavkhan" and "bunker"

are trigger words.

Anyone searching
for those words on the Internet

will send an alarm
to Codex.

Anyone who sees the network
will know it's us.

He's too valuable
of an asset to them.

They're not gonna
give him up.

But if they have our location...

Codex is coming.

♪ ♪

WOMAN: Ten minutes ago,
someone searched keywords,

triggering a distress beacon
in Los Angeles.

We believe it to be
an asset of ours

known simply as "The Merchant."

We believe that he's being held
by the Phoenix Foundation.

Now, Titan wants him alive,

by any means necessary.

Are we clear?

ALL:
Yes, ma'am.

Load up.

I want to tell you something
in all honesty, which is

a rare commodity; I mean,
it's an undervalued trait

in today's society.

Can't you just say something
without a preamble?

Well, I can, but
I discovered years ago

the pretty words make my
personality more palatable.

Strange as it may sound,

I actually have
high hopes for you.

More than that,
I have faith in you.

You will be free.

I think you're gonna
make a great leader.

And I think you're gonna
save an awful lot of people.

At least I hope so.

For both our sakes.

All right, so... chance.

Wait for 'em to go by again,

then we take 'em by surprise.

Okay.

What are you doing?

It's over.

Bravo. Truly.

Truly. Miss you already.

What are you doing?

This isn't part of the plan.
He was about to give up...

No, he made us hours ago.

The info he gave you
was a trap

to send an SOS to Codex.
They're coming.

All right, do we have
a black site ready?

We need to transport
The Merchant out of here.

Yeah, we're working on it, but
we need a solid extraction plan

in case we run into Codex
on the way.

Backup.
Why can't we call for backup?

No.
Codex has infiltrated

every level of
the government everywhere.

We'd be calling in
reinforcements

for them, not us.

We're on our own.

Oh, hello, Desiree.
Lovely to see you again.

Don't you talk to her.

She's lovely. I can see
why you're so devoted.

Oh!

Where's the Codex bunker?

Tell me, or I swear to God...

Calm down!

Get off me.

You are letting him
get to you. Calm down!

I don't care.
Get off me.

Put him over there.

Put chucklehead here
in the war room, with guards.

Chucklehead? Really?

DESI: You two.

Ow!

TAYLOR:
Make sure you lock
this building down

while we come up
with a plan.

I'm good.

I'm not.

I'm sorry.

It's been a rough
couple of days.

I'm not allowed to lose my
cool every once in a while?

Oh, you can. Just doesn't mean
it's not hard to watch.

It's a part of an act.

"Sacrifice the things you love."

That's a con
for The Merchant.

Well, I believed you.

I am losing my grip on which
version of you is real.

(sighs) The one who
loves you is real.

You can't just...

We're in the middle...

You love me?

Well, cut it out.

Ow.

I'm sorry.

(exhales)

Let's rendezvous
in the tech room

after we lock the rest
of this place down.

Hopefully, Matty has a
transport plan for The Merchant.

Okay.

Look at him, he's just sitting
in the war room,

staring at us.

I don't want to see his stupid
face any longer than I have to.

MATTY:
We've got

a black site in Tujunga
that will hold for the night.

All right, people, this is going
to be Convoy Security 101.

Motion on the roof.

They're here.

DESI:
I recognize her.

Last time we met, she was
pointing a shotgun at me.

Looks like they're gonna work
their way down from the roof.

TAYLOR: All right,

everyone, take positions.

(grunting)

Find The Merchant.

I'll take her.

(grunting)

You have no idea

how badly I wanted
to punch somebody today.

(yelps)

(grunts)

On your left!

Move, move!

Get down!

(indistinct shouting)

(grunting)

Cover me!

Covering you!

Move around the corner!

Grenade!

MAN: Go, go, go!

(guns firing)

MAN 2:
Get down!

(grunts)

(yelps)

Let's go! Go!

(MacGyver groans)

(grunting)

(panting)

(tires squeal)

Shame.

(gun clicks)

What's this?

Titan wants you to call her.

Right.

(phone dialing)

(clears throat)

Hel-Hello?

WOMAN:
You're welcome.

Oh, thank you.

Thank-thank you so, so much.
Thank you.

What'd you tell them?

Oh, I didn't tell
them anything.

Well, I didn't
tell them anything

they didn't know already.

And-and obviously,
anything I did say

to hedge my loyalty
to Codex, well,

th-that was an act.
But you know that.

Good.

Listen, I-I know

that we've had our
differences in the past.

I just wanted to thank you

for seeing your way
clear to, um...

(line disconnects)

I think she rang off.

Phew.
(chuckles)

Why aren't we moving?

No.

No, no, no.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

You see, our Phoenix TAC team-

the finest in the world,
might I add--

stopped your real saviors

long before they ever hit
the ground.

All the fighting, the gunfire.

(door opens)

All right, team. All clear.

TAYLOR:
Yes, well,

good old Boze here, he staged

that for your benefit

using fake rounds
and blood squibs.

But why?

Why?

That's why.

RILEY:
The number he gave us

links to a modem
on a protected network.

Could it lead to the location
of Codex's new headquarters?

It's buried under a few layers,
so it'll take some time.

But I'll find 'em.

Checkmate.

(indistinct soft chatter)

Give it a rest, Riley.

We got The Merchant,
the intel

and a handful
of Codex operatives.

Take the night off.

Oh, this isn't about Codex.

I'm doing something
way more stressful.

Apartment hunting.

You're moving?

You don't like my old room
at Mac's?

Look, I know
that place is haunted,

but that stupid priest
was supposed

to take care of it.

(chuckles)

No, I...

I just want to give Mac and
Desi the space they deserve.

That's all.

Is that what
you're telling yourself?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Don't make me say it.

I won't.

But...

I'm here if you want to talk.

Good night, Riley.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Earlier...

what you said about
me being free

and saving everyone,
what did you mean?

Look, I'm knackered.

Come and see me tomorrow.

Nobody's coming
for you, Clive.

Ever.

You know,
you're just as trapped as I am.

You just don't realize it.

By your loyalties.

You think that there's
only Phoenix and Codex.

But there isn't.

And what else is there?

You.

Let's forget our little
chess match

for a minute, shall we?

And let's pretend that
I do actually care about

the billions of innocent souls
on this planet.

Well, they're gonna need someone
that doesn't take sides.

Someone who makes
the hard choices.

I really believed
that person was you.

But you're not ready.

Is that so?

Well, you know that story
I told you about your aunt?

Yeah, I made that up.

And the reason
you fell for it...

is you wanted
to believe it so badly.

And it moved you,
and that's why you're weak.

You're pretty soft yourself.

When I fed you that lie
about wanting to join Codex,

you lapped it up.

Of course.

You were lying.

Sure.

I was just like you.

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