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You're alive.

Philosophically arguable, but...
physically, yes, I am.

I don't understand.

We felt you die.

I remember the sound of bone saw.
Then nothing.

So you could be a Bolger.
He could be a zombie.

I believe that was the intention
of our friend over there.

I think you're the first cluster
to get this close to Whispers.

You continue to impress, Officer Gorski.

Wait, if Whispers wanted you lobotomized,
then who stopped the surgery?

The only person in BPO
with more power than him.

- Are you talking about...
- The Chairman.

As you can see,
my status is much improved.

A deal with the devil? I'm afraid so.

I didn't think I could be
any more confused by you,

but congratulations, you found a way.

I think both of you can understand
that right now,

I'm doing what I have to do to survive.

- Okay, Jonas is alive?
- Apparently so.

I'm totally confused.

I don't understand.

Obviously, the Chairman was working
with Whispers...

- when he took out Croome.
- But why would he want to save Jonas...

- if Whispers ordered the surgery?
- The Chairman needs Whispers.

- He doesn't trust him.
- Which is why he needs Jonas.

That's it. The Chairman needs Whispers
for the zombie project.

Hashtag: disposable assassins.

Which he uses to eliminate
his political opposition.

Mitchell Taylor. RIP.

What we need to understand is
what does Whispers get out of all of this?

The secret of Whispers
is still to be solved.

But assuming for the moment that Whispers
does have a separate agenda...

That would explain why the Chairman
doesn't trust him.

And why he would secretly save Jonas.

Because he knew Jonas
is connected to Whispers.

He needs a watchdog.

It's a painful irony,
but my life is tied to Whispers.

- I'm sorry.
- Goddamn it.

Will, no. No, stop.

- This is our last chance!
- If they put a bullet in you, it will be.

Where you going?

- In every fight...
- mistakes are made.

Is Jonas still here?

- No. The blockers kicked in.
- Good.

How did you remember that?

I like safes.

Mandiba has made a crucial mistake
underestimating you.

And the power of social media.
We're getting a huge number of hits.

We've done some preliminary polls
and you are gaining on him.

Oh, yeah. Vote Van Damn, he's our man.

Mandiba has started spending money,
trying to recover his reputation.

- These are all over Nairobi.
- What?

- Mandiba was pals with Nelson Mandela?
- It's fake.

- Mandiba photoshopped himself in.
- But people believe it.

- Is this legal?
- Mandiba doesn't care.

He's on trial for corruption.
This is small potatoes.

But what it demonstrates
is his desperation.

He's afraid of you.

Yeah. He's an evildoer. You know
all evildoers are afraid of Van Damn.

These ads started running yesterday.

- He's a thug.
- A thug.

He's a thug.

Extortionist! To ride his bus,
you have to pay a safety tax.

I was there. I watched him beat
this old guy who wouldn't pay his tax.

He works for the water company.

He put his fist through this guy's face.
I mean, the guy's scary.

I saw him drive on the sidewalk.
He just didn't care.

Vote for Van Damn and all of Kibera
will be paying his safety tax.

This is bullshit.

This is politics.

And politics is war.

Which is why we feel that additional
security precautions must be taken.

This is Fred Kimafi.
He's our new security advisor.

- It's a pleasure to meet you.
- Hello.

He doesn't need security.
Van Damn is security.

It's, as he said, a precaution.

Why?

Because if anything
should ever happen to you,

no one will ever be brave enough
to stand up to Mandiba again.

Good morning.

As if it matters.

Lito. Lito, don't do it.

Don't forget that every bite
is the equivalent

of 20 minutes on the treadmill.

We're actors.
Rejection is nine-tenths of our job.

What job? I don't have a job.

And I can't get a job
because I don't have an agent.

Why don't I have an agent?

Because he could see
what you both refuse to see.

One of these days, that shit-for-brains
is going to realize that dropping you

was the sorriest, stupidest mistake
he's ever made.

Not a mistake. It's not a mistake, Dani.

It's a reality.

They accepted it. And I have accepted it.

Now you two have to.

Don't you believe what you said
in São Paulo? That we make our reality?

Hernando...
how many gay action stars are there?

No, let me rephrase.

How many out gay action stars are now,

or will be employed this year
or the foreseeable future? I'll tell you.

I'll tell you. It's a nice round number.

Zero.

Zero.

As in my future prospects.

From hero to zero.

Put that on my tombstone.

Lito?

Lito?

What are you doing?

I'm practicing.

For what?

For my future as a homeless,
unemployable failure.

Wait. Sun. Sun.

Where is this place?

They call them love motels.

Oh.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Sure.

Sun.

Why are you here?

I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing.

Stop crying.

Why?

Because it's not that bad.

You don't know that. You don't...

I'm sorry, Sun, but you can't understand
what it's like to lose everything.

I can't?

No, I lost my manager. I lost my agent.

I lost my Instagram followers,
my Twitter followers.

- I've lost...
- Shut up!

You have a man who loves you.

And you have a friend who was willing
to give up her life for you.

And you have a mother who accepts you.

That is true.

And what do I have?

My parents are dead.

And my only brother will kill me
if I don't kill him first.

If anyone should be on the bed crying,
it should be me.

But you will never do that.

Of course not.

Maybe that's why I'm here, Sun.

Come on, come on.

Here.

I need your advice.

While I am keenly aware that my husband

has not been
completely forthcoming with me

in regards to his business practices,

I also know that I have not been
as honest as I could have been.

At first, I was absolutely certain
that not telling Rajan about the...

things, you know, going on in my head,

including the fact that I'm a different
species of human being altogether,

were things better kept to myself.

But now, I am not so sure.

And here is the heart of the matter:
I believe Rajan is a good man.

Though I say this as something I know
I am less certain of than I was before.

Separate issue: as a police officer,
you must have sensed

there was something completely
untrustworthy about that Lila, didn't you?

It wasn't just me, was it?

- Yeah, she seemed...
- Exactly. Yeah. I felt the same.

Here. Lick this.

Hmm...

So, rather than allowing myself
to be paralyzed by doubt,

a mistake I have made in the past,

I am considering a more, you know,
proactive approach, like you or Sun,

and simply telling Rajan everything.

You know, I mean,
everything that is going on with me

and then asking him
what exactly is going on with him.

Which, frankly,
I am not sure I even want to know,

but can any marriage
really survive secret-keeping?

Uh...

Do you want to tell him everything
in order to make him tell you everything?

Or do you want to tell him
because you're in love with someone else?

Your thiamine is low

and the lack of iron
is affecting your adrenals,

which is why you're craving the drugs.

Heroin is not going help you figure out
how to find Whispers.

You need to eat properly,
take your medicine, and focus.

Yeah.

You will be fine.

Hey.

So will you.

Ah, look at you.

Wow.

When you get elected, I hope you
don't forget about your friends.

- You all right?
- I used to feel so sure.

Of what?

Of everything.

I'm starting to think
this is a terrible idea.

You said we needed to find the Assistant.

You said this was the best place to start.

Is that him?

Hey, Officer Strange, you coming?

Come on.

You want to hit me, don't you?

Huh?

You want to hit me?

Pay me back, huh?

Do it. Just do it, huh?

We gotta get out of here, man.

Fuck all this shit.

This isn't us, Wolfie.

Hey, what's up, D?
I thought you were off today.

Uh, yeah. This is a friend.
Looking for a missing person.

There's my desk.

That was his desk?

It was.

No more. That's, uh...
that's Officer Boyd.

- What's up, Sasha?
- Hey, Diego.

Chillin'.

What are we doing here?

Let's just go back to the shop.

To making keys, saving damsels.

I'm going to tell Fuchs to stuff
this gilded cage straight up his ass.

Don't.

Why?

I have to take care of something first.

Okay. We do this by the book.

- Is he here?
- He's...

Then get this straight.
None of your cowboy bullshit...

Okay, he's there.

I don't care. I just need him to know
we do this by the rules.

Technically, it's against the rules
to have her in here.

- What? What did he say?
- Nothing.

Yeah.

Why do you think she would be listed
as a missing person?

We know she was scared.

We know she went through a lot of trouble
to meet with you.

- Which means that...
- Whoever's after you

is probably after her.

He's a good cop.

It also means they're gonna come after
anyone who tries to help us.

What'd he say?

He's just worried about you.

Well, thank you, ghost cop, but, uh...
I can take care of myself.

Hmm?

- Fuck. Damn it.
- Rajan.

- Rajan! Oh, my God!
- It's nothing.

- Sit.
- What happened?

- A small accident. Everything's fine.
- Should I call the doctor?

No, it's a small accident.
Tell her it's fine.

- It isn't bad, ma'am.
- I thought your job was to protect him!

It was my fault.

- You know how clumsy I can be.
- Oh, my God!

It's stupid even talking about it.
I've just been working too many hours.

Put your head up.

I'm embarrassed as it is.

- Please, let me just clean up, okay?
- Rajan, I...

- Ah!
- If you need anything...

- Yeah.
- I'll be with him.

Fuck.

He's lying.

But it's okay, because without lies,
life would be too hard.

No. No.

Without what lies?

In the movie.

Too many lies.

From Here to Eternity.

Uh-oh.

Why, "Uh-oh"?

First, chocolate fudge brownie,
and now this.

What are we watching?

From Here to Eternity.

Ooh! Scoot, scoot.

- It's Stella's favorite film.
- Your mom?

Yeah.

My mother had a copy on VHS.

She and my aunts watched it to death.

When it was on,
nothing else mattered to them.

Mom, see me?

Lito!

Burt Lancaster had this... power.

Oh, I get that.

They all wanted to be her.

Did you want Burt to kiss
and drip on you, too?

No.

Maybe.

He was drunk
when he came in at 5:00 a.m.

I was lying on the floor.

Oh, this moment is amazing.

The confession of her secret,
her truth bringing him to his knees,

asking to be forgiven.

Empathy overwhelming his male jealousy.

What? How do you see that?
I can't see that.

Please just stop talking about it.
I don't want to talk about it.

- Okay.
- I don't want to talk about it.

- Okay.
- I just want to watch.

- Okay. Okay, sorry.
- Sorry.

Karen, listen to me. Listen.

I know.

Until I met you, I didn't think...

Lito watches it
when he's depressed.

I don't get it.

Why would he watch his mother's
favorite film when he's depressed?

I have a theory.

I think this is the film where Lito
became aware of the power of acting.

I imagine the effect Burt Lancaster had
on his mother and aunties...

must have felt like a kind of magic.

But at the same time,
he was probably beginning to suspect

that he was different from a man
like Burt Lancaster

in very significant ways.

You mean he's gay?

Exactly.

Which would naturally create
some complex insecurities:

wanting to do and be everything
that a heteronormative icon

such as Burt Lancaster
was able to do and be...

but knowing that it was not possible.

Yeah, but he's gonna do more.

Way more.

Have you seen the pictures from São Paulo?
They're everywhere. They're blowing up.

I know, but right now,
Lito can't see any of it.

He believes his career is over.

That's why he's grieving.

You okay?

I can't go on like this much longer.

You're so smart, Hernando.

But you're so wrong.

I'm not grieving a career.

It was my dream.

And now it's over.

Every time I walk by this place,
I remember that day.

You were in the middle of the crowd.
Everyone was like, "Van Damn! Van Damn!"

And it was like straight out of a...

This shit is getting real!

Wow.

Sun!

Oh! Don't hit me!

I'm sorry I woke you.

I get completely confused with time zones.

What do you want?

The Bak Summer Gala.

- Joong-Ki canceled it.
- No.

The police tried
to convince him to cancel,

but it looks like there's
so much money coming in

from Tokyo, London and Abu Dhabi,

your brother sent a memo today
telling everyone he'll be there.

Which means it is so on.

But there will be a lot of security.

Oh, yeah, there will be major,
insane security.

- Is that Sun?
- Mm-hmm.

And Lito.

- Lito? What's he doing here?
- I don't know.

I think he's depressed.

How will I get in
if they will be expecting me?

We first considered hacking an invite,
but because the police set-up

is concentrated on the people
coming through the front door...

Security is so performative.

From what we can tell,
they're not even checking the staff.

Just like the TSA.

Which means,
we found a back door, literally.

The fake ID is a breeze.

There is only one little problem...

Do you know anything about tending bar?

No, nothing.

She doesn't, does she?

- Shit.
- Shit.

Oh...

What?

It's Lito. Flair bartending.

For six months, I trained
with the best bartenders in all Mexico.

Oh, my God.

For my role in Blood-Stained Tequila.

Relaxing, isn't it?

I feel I can talk to you, Wolfgang.

I need your advice.

I know you know what's going on,
how delicate the situation is.

- It's not my business.
- No.

And I appreciate that about you, but...

this is about Lila,
and the way she talks about you.

I think she is your business.

Does she ever talk about me?

Not really.

Maybe I'm getting older.

I care for Lila a great deal.

She's not like other women.

Aww...

I love listening to men trying
to express their feelings.

I think you can understand
that I have thought about marrying her.

Was that before or after
you came inside me?

Do you believe you can ever
really know someone?

Some people.

Do you think you know me?

I have friends at the NSA.

Here we go.

I pay them a not-insignificant amount
of money to monitor certain cell lines.

Recently, I received the transcripts
of a call that was...

distressing.

Oh, poor baby.

I think she's going to betray me.

Hmm. What did the transcript say?

It was a call from Khalial,
one of my competitors.

He was negotiating a contract on my life.

He was talking to Lila.

You know this city. You know this world.

I'm not asking for you to get involved.

I just need information.

You were right about the difference
between us.

I want to live as you live,
without a leash around my neck.

Hello?

Sebastian?

Thank God.
Fredrick said you were with him.

With who?

I don't know what's going on.
I'm trying to understand it.

I received a call from Khalial,
who's going to make a move on you.

I played along
because I don't think it's his idea.

I think someone is driving him.

Who?

Wolfgang.

Sebastian, be careful.

If something happened to you,
I don't know what I would do.

It's all right. Everything's fine.

Come home to me.

See you later.

I must go.

I would like to continue
this conversation.

I'll find you.

I know you're angry...

but this is how a girl like me
tells a boy like you

that she has a crush on you.

And instead of laying in bed,
wishing she was going out with you

and not her current boyfriend...

she has decided to do something about it.

Sh...

Far enough.

So we meet again, eh, Van Damn?

So, tell me, did that pretty girl
of yours turn you on to politics?

Or you are Silas' bitch now?

Why do you care?

Just never figured you for doing something
as stupid as politics.

I want to help.

I want to change things.

Change?

People like what they're used to.

People also want things to get better.

Someone is listening
to all the noise you make.

- You and your lady should be careful.
- Is this is a warning?

Bossman don't do no warnings, Van Damn.

He just comes for you.

I could get offed just for talking to you.

Why are you talking to me then?

'Cause I still like you, Van Damn.

I shouldn't.

For what you did to me...

I should have killed you.

I was going to...
but then I heard everyone talk about it.

Us. The new Rumble in the Jungle.

Me and you.

It's like Ali and Foreman.

Separate, we are good...
Together, we are legendary.

Maybe you should work for me.

Bossman pays better.

If you survive this, Van Damn,
you've got my vote.

How long
are we talking about, Milton?

You said a week or two...

You said a week or two.

Now it's a month or two.
Then what? A year or two?

It will take what it takes.

What about us? What about this family?

I am trying to protect this family.
These people are not like us. They are...

extremely dangerous.

I hate it here! I hate it!

- Chelsea.
- I want to go home!

- Take her out of here.
- She's your daughter.

I want to go home! I want to go home!

I have to work. Get out. Go.

- Leave me the...
- fuck alone!

Chelsea, come.

Sometimes I don't know who you are!

Leave me the fuck alone!

No.

You're just as trapped as we are,
aren't you?

It's Sebastian.

He's worried about your relationship.

I told him I would talk to you.

Okay. Let's talk.

Rajan?

You will stay the fuck away
from my family!

Do you hear me?

I owe you nothing! Nothing!

You're not gonna do anything!

You know what? This is over!
I told you, it's over! I'm done!

Who were you talking to?

No one. An old client in America.

We just had a disagreement.

It sounded serious.

It's just late.

- You should go back to bed, Kala.
- What about you?

I'll... I've got some things to do.
I'll join you.

Are you all right?

I look terrible.

I hate heels. I'm already klutzy enough.

You look great.

You're just feeling a little anxious
because Teagan asked you to do a toast.

And the idea of talking
in front of your parents

has you battening down the hatches.

You're so right.

See? There's something my cluster
would never be able to know

about what was going on.

Come here.

Wolfgang.

What did he want?

He didn't say, but he doesn't talk much.

Wolfgang.

Hello.

What's going on?

I'll handle it.

Riley... Wolfgang's in trouble.

Nomi.

What's wrong with Wolfgang?

Wolfgang's meeting Lila
and we think the meeting is a trap.

I knew this woman was trouble. I knew it!

At least we know the name
of the restaurant.

But this doesn't make any sense.
And why would he agree to this meeting?

Maybe he felt he didn't have a choice.

She wanted this fight.

But if he knew it was a trap,
why wouldn't he ask us for help?

Wolfgang?

Ask for help?

Can't picture it.

Greco di Tufo.

We come from the same place.

Oh.

Greco's been around for 2,000 years.

It has outlived other grapes.

The wine drunk
to toast the end of the world...

this will also be Greco.

I like beer.

- Beer for the Berliner.
- Right away.

- Would she really attack him in public?
- I would.

Which means there could be several killers
in that room. We need to ID them.

Shit. Okay. Amanita,
we need to get control over...

I can see your hackles are up.

You're sniffing the air,
trying to understand if I'm alone or...

if this is a trap.

Is it?

Do you like this feeling?

The tension of not knowing
who you can trust?

I don't.

I hate it.

I hate being... controlled

and forced to make deals and compromises
I don't want to make.

What are we gonna do?
The killers could be anywhere.

We need access
to the restaurant computer.

How without Nomi?

- Yeah?
- Hello, Officer.

I do believe you're in need of assistance.

Who the hell are you?

You can call me the Bug.

Hi. I'm a friend of Will and Riley.
Are they there?

- Yeah...
- Amanita.

Riley. Wow.

Is Nomi okay?

She'll be fine.

Lola says she's a bit concussed
but she'll sleep it off.

She was more worried about you.

We're okay. But we could use your help.

In the neighborhood I'm from, we say,

"All the government
is someone else's government."

I want to build a rione...
a neighborhood for our kind.

I want to use this city.
I want to take it and make it ours.

There are many people
who try to own this city.

They're not us.

And what would "we" do with a city?

We need a place where we can be free,
be ourselves. Free of sapiens.

Sounds like a nice fantasy.

Help me make it a reality.

Are you giving me a choice?

If it was about a choice,
would you have come?

I've got encrypted emails
from Sebastian Fuchs

referencing the restaurant
and Lila Facchini.

I'll cross it
with the reservation records.

Hey! Whoa! How do you know that?

If we can cross-check the names,
we can verify...

- Hold on, hold on. Interpol?
- It's an emergency.

Okay. It's happening again.
I don't believe this.

I know you're a little old-fashioned,
Wolfgang.

Some part of you thinks it should be
the man who proposes to the woman, but...

from the first moment our eyes touched,
I could feel our fates were connected.

I've got two out of three names
coming through.

What about your cluster?
Do they buy into your little fantasy?

Of course.

We are mai soli. Never alone.

Okay, three reservations made
two nights ago within ten minutes:

tables five, 12 and 16.

- We need to...
- be sure.

We can ping them through Fuchs' account.

I think you might like us
when you get to know us.

Maybe even that small
old-fashioned part of you.

All he has is a single Glock.

Maybe we should take this conversation
somewhere more private.

I don't think so.

Here we go. Here we go.

Bug, you are a genius!

Well, technically,
I tend to test in the high 130s,

but really, who's counting?

So, let's say I play along.

Is this where you tell me
I have to take out Sebastian Fuchs?

I promised you, no middle ground.

How do I know you won't just sell me out
like everyone else?

You're not like everyone else.

Yeah.

But you are.

I told you this was a waste of our time.

- Wolfgang.
- Mm-hmm?

This city needs a true king.

These people are desperate for a leader.

I know they will go to their knees
for a man like you.

You don't understand.

This is Berlin.

These are my people.

And we go to our knees for no one.

Take your fucking "mai soli"
and the three guns Fuchs hired

and fuck off.

I'm going to enjoy scraping you
off my shoe like the dog shit you are.

Bring it, bitch.

Oh, Wolfgang.

We could've had everything.

All I want right now is one more bullet.

I make a promise to you.

You will come to regret not dying tonight.

Help me.

Help me!

Please!

Help!

Help me! Please! He just attacked me!

He's over there! Please!

He killed everybody!

Please, help me!

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