Citadel

Here's all you need to know.

I need you to help me find my wife.

Is this Paulo Braga the billionaire?

And head of the wealthiest Manticore family.

Where can I find him?

Here's our mark: Ha-joon Yoo.

He and his wife will be cohosting the Greenpeace Gala tomorrow night.

We have to get him before Braga does.

I have a program,

and there's only one person in the world who can finish it.

Edison.

They never expect a woman.

You are Edison.

It seems like I should be negotiating with your wife.

Don't make a fucking sound.

I want my wife.

Drive.

Hey!

Hey!

...move to the southeast tomorrow.

Two bodies have been found in the...

Turn that shit off.

It's Etta Jones, you twat.

Show a little respect.

This driver doesn't deserve respect.

Well, then your mother does.

Not my mother.

I came here tonight, didn't I?

You know, you had the voice of an angel.

Don't you remember?

Our last year in London, you were in

The Nutcracker.

I mean, the chorus, of course, but...

oh, you could hear your voice above all the other little imps.

You were a cherub.

Cute and round and...

And you had a little solo.

Oh, God, your voice.

You really don't remember?

Not at all.

Mm.

Well, that's a shame.

It's a good memory.

One of the few.

If he was here for us, he'd pull us over.

He's on radio.

Smile.

What?

Smile.

Easy.

Easy.

Hey!

Hey!

What the fuck did you just do?

Things change quickly when you have a man in the trunk of your car.

- He was a kid. - He was a cop.

There are cameras on every street corner.

In no time,

they'll identify the make and model

of the unmarked vehicle near the Plymouth estate

at the time of Paulo Braga's kidnapping.

And it won't be long before they use those cameras to track us

where we're heading. You want your wife back?

The boy had to die.

It's maths.

You're weak-kneed like your father.

At least, Kyle is.

Thankfully, Mason's here to get Kyle's wife back.

At least he takes after me.

And he's a fucking monster.

Mm. The thing about monsters is,

we get things done.

I think this was a mistake.

Coming back to you, trusting you again.

We never learn in this family.

- The fuck happened in there? - Mason took Paulo.

He's gonna use him as leverage to get Abby back.

How the fuck could you let him take him?

Don't you fucking put this on me!

- You brought him back. - Goddamn it.

Hi.

Yo.

Tell me you have Edison.

We lost Edison.

No, Paulo just killed Edison.

That's not Edison.

It's the wife. She's the hacker.

What are you talking about?

Now I'm confused.

I may have fudged the truth a little bit.

You fudged the truth a little? What?

And that crazy knife bitch took Edison.

Well, find her!

Dick.

We lose Paulo and this is over.

What the fuck you mean, he's gone?

Kane took him.

Where?

We don't know.

Is he hurt?

We don't know.

I want you to call in

every fucking favor.

Metro Police, 10 Downing...

I don't give a fuck.

Call them all.

Yes, ma'am.

Now!

Now!

Fuck!

Fucking idiots.

Your friends, or his,

will find us here.

I'd say we have two hours till they do.

Why don't you go and clean up?

Where would Mason go?

He's laying low until they

fly Abby to London and make the exchange.

But how'd he disappear so quickly?

I don't know.

Coming in, there was a car parked just off the road.

It was a gray Fiat, but I didn't get the plates.

Well, I've got some friends at the Met. They might be able to help with that.

You think he stole the car or...

Or someone else was waiting there for him.

Search all property records in London

ever owned by a "Dahlia Archer" or a "Thomas Kane."

Yep, you got it.

Look at you,

bringing us back together.

Mending old wounds.

You know this is suicide.

How does this play out?

We get in touch with your people, make a trade.

I get my wife, they get you.

There's one big problem with your offer.

I don't even know if she's still alive.

Well, it would be very bad for you if she isn't.

It would be very bad for you if anything's happened to her.

He has a son.

He must be, what,

ten by now?

Yeah, I would bring him his wife.

I know you have little regard for children,

seeing as you once tried to kill your own.

But if you ever speak about my son again,

I will burn you to death like your husband.

We're out of time.

We need to call your people.

We need a number.

How do I know you'll hold up your end of the bargain?

You don't.

Number.

How do you want to play this?

There's a corner shop half a mile from here

that sells prepaid mobiles.

You stay here, I'll make the call.

We have Edison now.

So all this, it's meaningless.

Unfortunately for you, I don't give a fuck about your satellites.

Or the assassin, or anything else.

I'm just here for my wife.

And you really trust your mother to make the call?

Maybe she's negotiating for something more,

and will sell you out in the process.

At least she's not here, negotiating with you.

So you don't trust her?

I've been looking for you for a while now.

And here you are.

Here I am.

I mean, you have to wonder...

maybe I wanted to be here,

tied up, mano a mano...

...to finally have a private audience with Mason Kane.

I felt a kind of kinship with you.

Kinship?

We both had parents that wanted the worst for us.

I'd fucking applaud you if my hands weren't tied.

You want to give to your daughters, to your wife,

a life worth living.

Listen, that's what I want for my boy.

I'd been looking for you not to kill you.

I want to make you an offer.

You and I...

can create peace.

A world free from war, violence, greed.

Isn't that what we want for our children?

For Asha, for Hendrix?

Don't talk about my kids.

Not interested in your offer.

Who is this?

Joana, lovely to hear your voice, dear.

Though you do sound a little stressed.

Listen, if you want him back,

bring Abby Conroy to London immediately.

This is you, Dahlia?

Well,

when your kid's in a pickle...

We have everyone on this.

We'll find you within the hour,