Citadel

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. - 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.

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?

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.

- 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.

Is that your foot?

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?

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.

Dad, pancakes are ready.

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... and she should know.

She deserves to know.

And I deserve to know.

And...

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

I had a wedding ring and...

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... 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,