Anne Rice's Talamasca: The Secret Order

Previously on... Talamasca.

We're interested in the supernatural.

I don't believe in witches, vampires.

Nobody does.

Until they meet one.

Why me?

You hear things others cannot.

Guy: Anna Leamas. She was my mother.

She's alive.

They're using you, kid.

Tell me exactly what they've done for me.

Everything.

Helen: We have a specific need

in London at present.

You're gonna get that poor boy killed.

Radio: Please be advised...

Criminalist: Come and have a look at this.

What do you think?

criminologist we'll need to bag that.

Yeah, I'll take care of that.

Got a finger.

Least a nick of one.

Might be a fingerprint.

Hough: Jesus. She threw herself into a bloody blender.

You don't see a lot of that.

Women do not sully their looks when they top themselves.

It's like, it's either wrist or pills now.

Why is what's left of her all chewed up?

Stray dogs more than likely.

Well, they certainly had their fill.

Pocketbook.

Any ID?

Soledad Marcel. Lives in Wandsworth.

Lived.

Gimme.

I found this as well.

What's that?

Silly Putty.

Kids play with it.

Appreciate it.On it.

Woman: I got multiple numbers not matching up.

Man: There's a new algorithm I'd like to show you.

TV Reporter: ...guys in the vicinity...

Mr. Owen.

Thank you.

[The Georgia Satellites' "Keep Your Hands to Yourself" plays]

Intel on the Soledad Marcel police investigation.

It appears we have nothing to worry about.

Until she sends a replacement.

And she will.

I have conditions. You never lie to me.

No "above your pay grade,

further down the road, all will be revealed."

No, bullshit. I can walk away at any time.

Something smells funny, and I'm out.

My job at Cavitt is waiting for me

like none of this ever happened.

And don't... Don't say it's not possible.

You personally got a Vampire board approved

for a penthouse at The Dakota.

So basically everything's possible.

Anything else?

Oh, I'll let you know.

We'll need to create a cover. A legend.

One that includes and explains your status at Cavitt,

as well as your current state of mind.

What are you talking about?

You must be given the appearance

and distinct footprint of a clean break,

as well as an irrational yet believable reason

for your journey.

Osterhaus: A sabbatical, Guy?

You take a sabbatical after you're tenured.

Law firms don't have tenure,

and you haven't worked a day yet.

Okay. Maybe more like a gap.

A gap?

Gap week, gap month, gap year?

What's -- What's going on here, Guy?

Second-guessing a career in law?

No, no, no. Trying to find yourself?

No, that's not it. Then what? What is it?

A death.

A death in the family, okay?

A legend that will allow you to take on your assignment quickly.

Not out of preference, but unfortunately, necessity.

Training and preparation

that should take a year will become a week.

Guy: And in a week, I'll be doing what?

Helen: Using your unique skills to access information.

Our problem in London is getting worse by the day.

What does their outfit have to do with yours?

Ours.

Driver: Where to, ma'am?

Kennedy Airport.

The London Mother House has gone rogue.

If they continue on this path,

it could undermine all that we do.

Everyone's aware of it,

but no one will do anything about it except us.

And here I thought you were all

part of the same tight-knit club.

Every club has rules and members who don't follow them.

Who made New York the enforcer?

We did.

You should know there is a degree

of personal peril involved with this enterprise.

Danger, in fact.

Jay: Uh, so this is your new laptop.

And that is a 54-character code

you'll memorize to access our New York database using this.

And your codename.

Dark Horse.

Helen: Your travel packet will contain

an open-ended ticket to Heathrow

and 20,000 British pounds on various debit cards.

Ticket is coach to better suit your legend.

We've set up a private account for you.

One that I will personally oversee.

One that the larger Talamasca Organization is blind to.

They can know nothing of this mission,

for the good of everyone.

This is your favorite book. Never leaves your side.

That is, until you've used it once,

then you lose it and you carry your new favorite book.

It's a decoder key.

Page number, line number, word number.

Page, line, word. Got it? Come on. Go, go, go.

You got it? Page... Two.

Line...Let's go. Resented.

Word? Word, word, word. Yes.

Yeah. Come. Seldom.

Yes.

When someone asks what I'm doing in London?

Helen: Fresh start.

You've had a rough time of it lately.

A cousin of yours helped you to acquire a position

of employment and a work visa.

A cousin?

Who now has a condo in Florida?

I've very much appreciated your sense of humor

through all this.

Let's hope you can keep it up

once you see where you're working.

Passenger:

Helen: We've provided you with everything you need to know

at this juncture.

Names, faces of all the key players,

as well as all pertinent London locations.

In addition, we've assembled text and basic tutorials

to augment what you've already learned.

Passenger:

We know that London is bringing in a new operative,

but their motives remain unclear.

When we have more information,

we'll contact you via the Dead Drop Beacon

near your place of employment.

Find and decipher the code.

Once we reach out, you'll need to move quickly to gather Intel.

Pilot: This is your captain speaking.

We are beginning our initial descent

into London Heathrow Airport.

On behalf of the entire flight crew,

I'd like to thank you for choosing to fly with us today.

We hope you enjoy your stay in London

or wherever your final destination may be.

Helen: We've selected modest housing for you

in a neighborhood close to the London Mother House.

Here's a critical piece of the puzzle.

Your backstory, which is mostly true,

will be accessible to anyone who searches for it.

This, of course, includes the Talamasca Organization,

who we want to keep at arm's length.

Guy: Won't they already know my history?