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Ciao, Gregor.

I have Yovanovitch.

Took you long enough, Nadia.

Missed you, too, Bernard.

Well, you know, they do say

a year away makes the heart grow fonder.

Although that didn't happen with my ex-wife's heart.

Do you know that she had me living

in a condo in Encinitas for an entire year?

Do you know where that is?

Encinitas?

- It's good to be back. - Now, remember,

our intel says that this shitbag is carrying

highly enriched uranium in that case

and he's intending to sell it to any number of nefarious bidders.

I see you left me a few new toys.

Yes. I built them for my favorite spy.

Aw.

He hated them, and I didn't want them

- to go to waste, so... - Asshole.

The compact can track a target a mile away.

The perfume is a localized explosive.

What about the lipstick?

Lipstick.

Nothing more dangerous to a pervy old man than red lips.

You would know.

Got to go.

Anyone sitting here?

Got kicked out of first class. They wouldn't let me smoke.

- This is a nonsmoking train. - Oh, I don't smoke.

I just don't like being told I can't.

Seat's taken. I'm waiting for a friend.

Well, how about I keep you company till they show?

The thing is, he's far more attractive,

and I'm a girl who paid a fortune for a good view.

Is that right?

I mean, I'm surprised you'd show your face at all.

- You got a mask I could borrow? - I got dozens, love.

How about I call the rail line, give you a refund?

Will they cover emotional damage?

I think this is the quiet car.

Mm.

I told them I was bringing him in myself.

What are you doing here, Mason?

Grace needed the best on this.

Right. So, as I said, what are you doing here?

We're a team.

We were a team.

No comprende español.

What's with the wedding ring?

Oh. It's part of my cover.

Or maybe it's just an old habit.

I thought your old habit was lying.

I thought your old habit was just leaving.

I've been in Berlin.

- Good schnitzel? - I've been on mission.

How is Operation Bullshit?

Don't flatter yourself. He's got backup.

- You would've blown our cover. - Uh-huh.

- I pursue. You flank. - I pursue, you flank.

I don't flank. I'm not a flanker.

This is my mission. You flank, love.

His handler's in a tan...

Tan suit. I know, love.

Hey! Pal.

You know what's gonna happen now, right?

Gregor Yovanovitch?

I think you dropped it in the passenger car.

Thank you.

Look, I don't know if this is too forward

or anything, but...

mind if I join you?

Not at all. Please.

I'm Charlotte.

- Gregor, of course. - Hi.

I love your lipstick.

I thought you might.

You have beautiful eyes.

What, has no one ever told you that?

No.

Oh-oh, oh.

Is that your foot?

Oh, no, Gregor.

It's a .22 Beretta aimed at your nuts.

Now, if you're careless enough to lose your wallet,

you sure can't be trusted with all that uranium

on a crowded train.

What are you, CIA?

- MI6? - Oh, come on, Greg.

Do I look like a woman that plays for the minor leagues?

You're Citadel.

I thought Citadel was a myth.

The bag.

Now.

Nadia.

That's your real name, right?

There is no uranium.

We fed false information to your people

to lure you here so I can hand-deliver a message.

Bernard, you got eyes on Nadia?

Checking now.

Dining car.

On my way.

You know him, I imagine.

Vishal Rai.

He's got the most beautiful apartment in Mumbai.

Himari Tanaka in Tokyo.

The Citadel tech team in Mexico City.

Milan, Paris, Cairo.

And hundreds and hundreds more.

The thing about myths is that

at the end of the day, they're just stories.

Fallacies, lies.

Who the fuck are you?

The truth is everywhere.

- Give it to me. - I think maybe you're outgunned.

Long ago, you convinced yourselves of a lie.

That you at Citadel are not agents but angels.

We waited a long time to wipe Citadel

from the face of the Earth.

And seeing you now, that...

that...

that look in your eyes...

it was worth the wait.

- How many? - Six.

Down!

Get down!

- We were set up. - Who are they?

I don't know, but they're burning Citadel to the ground.

- I need to tell you something. - I lied to you.

I lied to you.

Mason.

Bernard, we need evac.

Bernard?

Bernard?

Manticore will always find you.

Help! Help!

You attacked our best surgeon.

Broke his arm.

What happened?

There was an explosion on board a... a passenger train.

You washed ashore in Lezzeno.

Do you remember being on that train?

No.

Do you remember your name?

Yeah, it's...

It appears you're suffering

from retrograde amnesia, which affects your memories.

Do you know a man named Kyle Conroy?

No. Who's that?

You.

This was in your pocket.

As was this.

The American consulate can't find any relatives

or records of you.

It's like you're a ghost.

♪ Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose ♪

♪ And sometimes the blues get a hold of you ♪

♪ Oh, just when ♪

♪ You thought you had made it ♪

♪ All around the block, people will talk ♪

♪ Oh, people will talk...

Dad, pancakes are ready.

♪ All that I've got ♪

♪ I just don't want ♪

♪ I don't want to...

Blueberry pancakes?

- How many of those are you gonna eat? - All of them.

Save one for me, will you?

...in one of the worst attacks

since the fighting in the city began.

Domestic terror groups have claimed responsibility

for the bombings as the government readies for war.

This is the tenth such attack...

All right. Bus is here in five minutes.

- You ready for school? - Yep.

Soccer cleats? Really, dude?

School shoes, now. Come on.

You ever been to therapy before?

In the beginning.

Then I stopped.

Why?

I was terrified of what I'd find.

You know, no one came looking for me after the accident.

Can you imagine how horrible I must have been

to not have one single person come looking for me?

So, if you're so afraid of what you'll find,

why are you here now?

'Cause I feel like I'm keeping secrets from myself.

And I just need to know.

I need to know.

So when my daughter asks me, you know,

"What was your mom like?"

Did I have a dad or a dog

or make wishes?

See, I got nothing to give her.

And, uh... and she should know.

She deserves to know.

And I deserve to know.

And, uh...

you know, when they pulled me from the water, I...

I had a wedding ring and, uh...

These past few months, I've been having these...

visions of a... of a woman.

A woman?

Yeah, I-I think she was on that train with me.

I know she was. And, uh...

if I can find out who she is,

then maybe I can find out who I am.

Kyle...

as much as I'd love to charge you weekly

and make a small fortune off your condition,

I think the best course would be to swab your DNA,

run it through one of the national databases,

see if we can find any relatives, any information.

Yeah, I did that before, and nothing showed.

Well, the technology's gotten more advanced since then.

Mr. Secretary,

thank you for coming to see me at such short notice.

Madam Ambassador.

I would've met you in D.C.,

but roses can be needy little wankers.

Let me cut to the liver, Harold.

Eight years ago, when Citadel fell,

it buried its trove of secrets in a tungsten-fortified case.

Secrets that may have included black site locations,

agent identities, even nuclear codes.

And I've just learned that your CIA

recently discovered the whereabouts

of this Citadel X Case.

The UK ambassador is asking the secretary of state

to divulge national security secrets?

I'm not asking in my capacity as ambassador.

No, no, this is...

this is for a different cause.

A greater cause.

The truth.

I don't work for Manticore anymore.

We've helped you before, so...

now we're calling in our favor.

So, what will it be, Harold?

Shall we plant explosives

on your daughter's British Airways flight tomorrow

as she flies home from Oxford?

Or shall we abduct your wife

and bury her alive in my rose garden?

You tell me.

Ma'am?

How is the wedding?

It's over.

I'm sure the bride looked darling.

I have another job for you, Davik.

They found the Citadel X Case.

It's been moved to a CIA black site

at a shipping yard in Miami.

I want you to retrieve it.

Understood.

Is your brother up for this?

Of course he's up for this.

Ah, he cost us dearly in Beijing.

He's letting things slide.

The families weren't pleased.

Did you hear that, Anders?

Yeah.

I hear you, Dahlia, loud and clear.

We're on it.

Oh, yes.

I love this game.

Okay, guys, we're gonna play a game.

The rules are simple.

Whoever guesses three distinctive features

of an opponent's Secret Someone wins.

I mean, it's pretty easy, right?

Okay, great. Here we go. I'll begin.

Does your Secret Someone

have blond hair?

Yes.

That's one for me.

Go ahead. Your turn.

Does your Secret Someone have freckles?

No.

Okay. Does your Secret Someone have a mustache?

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Okay. Just you and me.

Does your Secret Someone know

why your Manticore pal Dahlia Archer had a meeting

with Secretary McCulough yesterday at her home?

Hmm?

She wanted the location of Citadel's X Case.

Why?

Nuclear codes.

That's interesting.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

No... No!

Just a sec.

"Just a sec"?

What kind of shady shit you doing in here?

Little rub and tug?

No.

Good.

'Cause it was fantasy suites on The Bachelor,

and I just finished a glass of wine.

A whole glass of wine?

A whole half.

- Hendrix asleep? - Mm-hmm.

Abby C.

Will you accept this rose?

I love you.

What's wrong?

Kyle.

Dad?

Earth to Kyle.

Dad!

I got it.

I'm right here.

Had another nightmare.

- Another one? - Mm-hmm.

What was it this time?

Some of the kids in school said that we're gonna get bombed

and there was a war.

And people are gonna eat people, including me.

Well, some of the kids at school are stupid.

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Did your dad tuck you in when you had bad dreams?

I don't remember.

Do you want to remember?

Time for sleep, sweetheart.

Good night, beautiful.

- Hey. - There's someone in the house.

Abby!

Kyle.

- Dad! - Get in the car. Get in the car!

For goodness' sake, we're not who you think we are.

Kyle Conroy, Abigail Conroy, Hendrix Conroy.

Right? How did I do? Get in the car.

- Take me. You don't need them. - Do you know who I am?

- No. - Do you know where we're going?

- No. - Then how the fuck do you know what I need?

Get in the car. Back up. Back up.

Get in.

Come on.

Let's go.

That's it.

It's all right. We're okay.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Cabin secure.

Put them to sleep.

Dispensing. Dispensing.

Let's go.

Don't you do that, you son of a bitch! No!

- Mom! - No. No, no.

Don't you do that!

Okay, everybody. Here we go.

We're live in three, two...

Ambassador, do you believe that

certain nation-states are too powerful,

with monopolies on natural resources,

possession of nuclear weapons,

inclinations to wage war to further GDP interests?

Sounds like a gotcha question, but yes.

Would you support limiting the powers

of a nation that may pose a global threat?

I would.

As would the prime minister,

who I so proudly represent here today.

So you would support limiting the powers

of Great Britain?

Surely, you would recognize that Great Britain and her allies

have invaded other countries, destabilized economies,

created an oligarchy that is run

by crooked politicians and corporate titans.

I don't recognize that, Marjorie, no.

This is a nation that has ended wars,

sometimes before they've even begun,

protected natural resources,

and furthered peace and humanity worldwide.

Some would say you are the queen of alternative facts.

Let me be clear.

I take great pride in Britain's standing in the world,

in the choices she's made.

And let me say this, too.

We will strike back in force

against any entity that threatens our democracy,

whether that be hackers, a foreign government

or, say, an agent of the press

leading a dangerous misinformation campaign

to further foreign state interests.

And we're cut.

Did you just call me a Russian asset on live TV?

Come on now, dear. I didn't say Russian.

The brothers have the X Case,

but the lock is heavily encrypted.

They're headed to New York to decode it.

The families will be pleased.

Tell Davik I want that information

- the moment it's ready. - Of course, ma'am.

I apologize for the theatrics,

but it's for your safety and ours.

Who are you people?

Where's our daughter?

I'm Bernard Orlick.

- This is my wife Joe. - Ex-wife.

Ex-wife.

- This is my wife Sandra. - Hi.

And your daughter is downstairs and safe with our daughter Val.

I swear to God, if you lay a finger on her...

Lay a finger on her?

I brought you here to keep you safe.

Keep us safe? You gassed us in your truck.

I'm sorry, there wasn't really time

for a cappuccino and a chat.

You're lucky that I found you before Manticore could.

- What do you want from us? - Listen, 23andMe.

You've been searching to find out who you are, right?

What happened to you eight years ago?

Well, look no further.

We're here to help you.

Why should I trust anything you say?

Because, believe it or not, we're old friends.

It's good to see you, Mason.

- Mason? - Mm-hmm.

Ready to find out who you are?

Okay, logging Agent Mason Kane.

Mission scan initializing.

- Stand still. - I am standing still.

Okay, now smile.

- I'm not gonna fucking smile. - You see what a joy you were?

Command says you have to smile.

Mason Kane doesn't smile.

You talked about yourself in the third person.

Fine. How about a smize?

That's where you smile with your eyes.

I'm gonna kill you, Bernard. I'll actually kill you.

It was a very hostile workplace.

How about you try killing me with kindness?

- Fuck me. - Fuck me.

You're telling me I was a spy.

Why do you think there was no trace of you?

Because there is no Kyle Conroy.

- Bingo, my friend. - It's an alias.

One of many I came up with for you.

I have a gift for names.

I mean, I have many gifts.

And my scars, they're, what, bullet wounds, knife wounds?

Machete wounds, shrapnel wounds,

oyster shucker wounds... the list is endless.

So what were we? CIA? Special forces?

Nope. What you were was a myth.

What you were was Citadel.

Citadel?

I thought you had a gift for names.

For as long as they've been around,

spy agencies have started wars,

assassinated world leaders, killed innocents.

So, a century ago,

a group of spies and friends recruited individuals

from around the world

to create a spy organization

loyal to no man

and to no nation.

Loyal only to the safety and security of all people.

You wouldn't know we existed,

but we helped shape every major event for good

in the past 100 years.

- We were the good guys. - Mm-hmm.

The last line of defense for good in the world.

But then, eight years ago, we were double-crossed

by one of our own, an unknown agent

who took a list of all of Citadel's spies

and transferred it into the wrong hands.

They tried to kill me on that train.

Mm-hmm.

I've been searching for eight years for survivors.

I thought that only one Citadel spy had survived.

Luckily, this Citadel spy

was head and shoulders above the rest.

The agency's tech genius.

Destined to carry the world on his back like Atlas.

Please don't tell me.

- His name? - Is it you?

- Jesus Christ. - No.

Bernard Orlick.

Watch your feet.

Come here.

This is who we're fighting against.

"Manticore"? They did this?

Manticore emerged eight years ago

with the assault on Citadel,

when they murdered thousands of Citadel spies.

Manticore was founded by eight of the wealthiest families

from around the world,

who built their own spy network

to manipulate world events and amass wealth and power.

And with Citadel slaughtered and my tech in their hands,

they wreaked havoc.

Oil crises, grid failures,

catastrophic wars.

You didn't bring us here to keep us safe.

I brought you here because I very much need your help.

Mason's help.

Early this morning, Citadel's X Case,

containing all our secrets,

was stolen by two Manticore agents.

The kind of secrets that can murder millions of people

or hold entire nations hostage.

And now those two agents are on their way to New York

to tear open that case.

And if they succeed,

Manticore will have, among other things,

all the codes to every nuclear weapon in the world.

Excuse me.

So I need you to come to New York with me

and get that case before Manticore can open it.

I need Mason Kane.

Well, I'm not him.

I coach Little League.

I think you'll find that there is

a lot more of him in you than you realize.

The fuck is wrong with you?

There's my guy.

Your mind may not remember, but your body does.

I mean, you were our top spy, after all.

I was Citadel's top spy?

Well, no, not really the top spy.

I mean, you did have a... a partner.

I mean, alone, you two were... you know, you-you were amazing,

but together, you were hot stuff.

What was her name?

Her name was Nadia Sinh.

You help me get that case,

I'll help you remember who you were and who she was.

Who she was?

Nadia sent a Mayday call the day that Citadel fell.

And then after that, she went dark.

I think she's dead.

If Manticore gets those nuclear codes,

I promise you, they will not hesitate

to kill you, to kill Abby and to kill Hendrix.

You want to save your family?

Come with me.

♪ Doing all right ♪

♪ A little jiving on a Saturday night ♪

♪ And come what may ♪

♪ Gonna dance the day away ♪

- ♪ The news is blue ♪ - ♪ The news is blue ♪

♪ It has its own way to get to you ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ What can I do? ♪ - ♪ What can I do? ♪

♪ I'll never remember my time with you ♪

♪ Driver's seat ♪

♪ Ooh, driver's seat ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Doing all right ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ A little jiving on a Saturday night ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ And come what may ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Gonna dance the day away ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Driver's seat ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Driver's seat ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Jenny was sweet ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪ - ♪ There is no elite ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Pick up your feet ♪

♪ Ooh ♪♪