Citadel

Here's all you need to know.

Mason took Paulo.

He's gonna use him

as leverage to get Abby back.

And that crazy bitch took Edison.

-How does this play out? -We make a trade.

I get my wife. They get you.

You've brought only pain and death

to everyone who loved you.

And your daughters will wonder

why the world didn't allow them

the chance to kill you themself.

-You're safe now. -Am I?

Go!

-Ow! -You're hit.

I'm fine.

Abby, you okay?

You mean Celeste?

- Get off me! - Calm down.

How could you have done that to me?!

-Mason did this to you. -Ugh! Fuck off.

- Where are we going? - Just drive!

But Kyle knew. Didn't you? You knew!

Home's gonna be compromised.

Just get us out of the city!

-Where?! -What does it matter?!

What is there to talk about?

Mason killed the motherfucker. Which is really

a huge boner killer for me and Celine.

-He knew that was our thing. -Right.

-Paulo can still win this thing. - How?

He's stuffed in the kitchen closet

with his brains leaking into a box of Coco Pops.

Paulo can still win this thing because Joana

will see his plan through.

She'll kill the Russian president

and pay his number two for the satellites.

We have 30 hours before the Russian president

is assassinated at the G8.

You said you made that Manchurian Candidate code so tough

to hack it would take them years to figure it out.

With a black hat like Edison, they'll do it in no time.

Whoever has the chip implanted in them, Manticore

-will be able to control them… - A chip?

What are you talking about?

I blocked the software that accesses the chip.

Hacker lady goes in, unblocks the access to the software,

Manticore gets their assassin.

I feel like The Manchurian Candidate was not nearly this hard to follow.

-Nothing could be more simple. - You make things

way more complicated than they actually

-need to be. - What the fuck?

Okay, the assassin could be any one of the hundreds of people present there.

And the G8 is taking place

with more security than the Kremlin and the White House.

And despite all this, we have to stop the killer.

Your father is gone.

He had an accident.

Eyes forward.

Unless you want to lose them.

Twenty-seven hours.

That's impossib--

I'm sure your daughter's probably at home waiting for your safe return.

If you don't fix this, I will send one of my people in there to douse her

-in gasoline -

and set her on fucking fire.

Twenty-seven hours.

Is Abby okay?

Mild concussion, but she's fine.

-My mother? -I stitched her up best I could.

She'll live, unfortunately.

That's for tasing me.

That's for lying to me.

Are we done?

You feel better?

I feel great.

You stupid little bitch. What were you thinking?

I was thinking I needed to save my wife, which I did.

I killed Paulo. Why the fuck am I tied up?

Because I don't trust you.

The assassin's in motion.

Gonna hit the G8 tomorrow.

Why you telling me?

Because the consensus is, apparently, you're needed for this.

Figure out who you are. You can't be both of them.

One will win.

Finally got me into your boudoir, you old bag.

The stuff of my nightmares.

Oh, really, this is too pathetic

a way to kill me, even for you.

Yes, I know. I imagined something quite different.

Like a stake through the heart.

Then you would combust into a million bats.

It's a funny thing about faking your own death.

When you're actually dying, it's a bitch.

Isn't it?

You owe me

a tooth.

And you owe me a husband.

And a son.

And a life.

You took it all away from me.

And you don't think that leaving

a five-year-old child and coming back years later

and manipulating him to murder thousands

of his colleagues had anything to do with him breaking away from you?

He was broken by you when he was five years old and saw his father

burning to death in his bed.

Broken again years later at 23,

when you took him under your wing and made him believe

that violence against those

inconvenient to your idea of progress

was somehow justice.

Maybe I felt guilty.

Maybe I was trying to point him down the right path.

You can't point down the right path

with your hands covered in blood.

But really, it's very sweet of you.

But you are a poor imitation of a father.

I loved him, too, you know.

Thomas.

Well, apparently,

not enough to spare him.

-It was an error. -It was my life.

So, either just get on with this or tell me this:

if you're not here to kill me

and you're not here to gloat...

why are you here, Bernard?

You good?

Well, I didn't kill her, so...

-been better. - On the contrary, I think

this is the start of a beautiful friendship, Bernard.

I'll leave you to it.

You okay?

The pain's nothing compared to having you.

You were a fat wanker of a baby.

I begged them for a C-section, but they forbid it.

Said natural's best for the child.

Wonder if they saw you now if they'd agree.

Your wife stitched me up good.

Nadia.

Thank you for helping me get my wife back.

Abby.

I'm sorry for what I did to you.

For what I made you.

But there's still time

for you to choose who you are.

What you are.

- All right, look, everyone-- -Already bored.

No one cares.

Don't look at me.

All right. All world leaders will arrive

at the summit tomorrow at 11:00 a.m.

There are checkpoints all over, so no weapon should be fully exposed.

Because once you're inside, with the tech that Joana has,

she can turn anybody there into a killer--

the journalists, the diplomats,

politicians, security guards-- anybody.

She wants to send a message to the world.

So, I think that she is going to kill him at the press conference.

This is insane, right? I mean,

you all agree this is totally insane?

Even for you, Bernard.

It's a seven-hour journey, so we need to go now.

I need to put Abby somewhere safe first.

Ah, yes of course.

And we should just trust you that that's where you're going?

Yeah, we've heard that one before, buddy.

And usually it ends up with us getting dicked over.

And somebody's brains all over your shoes.

I can go with them.

Make sure it stays on track.

Yes. Fine.

I'm not going anywhere with you. With either of you.

You stay here, they'll find you, they'll kill you.

Then what's Hendrix gonna do?

You would have done the same for your wife.

Is that right?

Because a week ago, I called my wife

and I told her that was the last time I was going to speak with her.

-Do you know why? -Tell me.

Because the only way I can do what I need to do

is to shed myself

of everyone I care about.

That's why.

Don't ask me to appreciate your sacrifice.

I'm not gonna play "blood on my hands" Olympics with you.

-You were gonna let Abby die. -Yeah.

As I would have let Joe, Val,

you or me.

Because the alternative is exactly the same.

We fail, they die anyway.

What do you want from me?

Remorse.

I'm sorry.

-No, you're not. -Yes, I am.

I know what I took from you when you were a boy.

I know it only too well.

It haunts me every day.