The Internship

(INDISTINCT, OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

In English, please.

It is time for the money.

It's all in dollars!

I'm American. What do you expect?

Rubles don't exactly go a long way these days.

You have five minutes.

Okay? After that, I can't promise anything.

Ah, disappear.

Come on. Come on.

Hey!

So much for not leaving a trace.

(IN RUSSIAN)

Shit.

To all my fellow interns,

although we've never met, I consider you all family.

If you're getting this email, you, like me,

were raised by the Internship.

My code name is Catalyst.

And right now you need to know the following.

You are not alone.

I don't know how many there are of us.

We all train to be a part of a program called the Internship.

And we were left to rot when the program went down in flames

with our founder, Henry Byrne.

We were taken from our mothers and fathers as children,

tortured...

Focus.

...to be better for them.

But we're more than just killing machines,

especially if we work together.

So guys, the... the tusks on this guy,

they actually grow from the bottom instead of the top

because they're from the, uh...

Just... gimme... one-- one second.

We all come from different backgrounds

with different skill sets.

Some of us were forced to see in the dark,

almost blinded

until we could see things that others could not.

Others of us were pushed past our limits

to be able to accept severe pain...

and be able to fight even if we were shot or stabbed.

Others were trained in sensory deprivation,

taught to survive in freezing cold or extreme heat,

or go without oxygen for up to 10 minutes.

I am reaching out over a matter of life or death.

I found a secure location

for us to meet and determine our next move.

You're in charge.

So, memorize the information it contains.

They're onto us all.

I'm hoping they'll join me.

We're the only family we have left.

And we are so much stronger together

than we are apart.

One more thing.

If you choose not to come here,

then wherever you are, get the fuck out.

They're coming for you.

Same team, love.

Who are you? I'm with Catalyst.

We should probably go.

We would never do this.

Our two children.

Tell yourself whatever lie

makes you comfortable, agent Korchenkov,

but the reason we don't have the Internship

is because our attempt failed.

Are you being serious? I am always serious.

Our four interns, they lost their minds

and killed themselves and killed their handlers.

We had to eradicate an entire crop of trainees.

What went wrong?

Well, when the program is destroyed,

we copied every detail,

including the handwritten notes by Byrne himself.

Well, did she know where we were?

Don't interrupt me, Agent Korchenkov.

No matter what we did,

we could not get it right.

And where we felt the Americans succeeded.

And consequently,

the program has been activated again.

And my job is...

If we cannot have our own program,

we shall make damn sure

that the Americans don't have it either.

And how do I do that? Huh?

Use your imagination.

The intern that did this is traveling to New York.

New York. Are you sure? Oh. Quite.

And we have an agent there?

Mm? And more.

Well, we have our sources, Vlad, and you have your orders.

Yes.

You wanted to see me, sir?

I certainly do. Come on in.

You know Dick Jones, deputy Director of Operations.

Agent.

Agent Dalton.

You have the remarkable reputation

of handling extreme situations.

I like that.

It's the reason why

I'm about to put you right in the middle of one.

Tell me, what have you heard about the Internship?

Only the basics.

It was started by former director of operations,

Henry Byrne,

and the program was used to weaponize children for the CIA

until Byrne went rogue and it was abandoned.

The Internship ended with Byrne's death.

Somehow the Russians found out about it

and implemented their own version.

They too had their issues

and eventually it was abandoned as well.

Yeah.

Less than 48 hours ago,

Intern by the name of Renee James,

code name Catalyst, showed up at FSB headquarters in Moscow.

After an absolute shit show,

Catalyst walked out with sensitive information,

including leads to the location of the remaining interns.

Hmm. What kind of leads?

Among other things,

list of dark web email addresses.

We tried contacting the interns previously.

And what happened?

We never received a single reply.

The interns went to dark after Byrne's death.

And they ignored our request to come in from the cold.

Nobody's heard from them in all of these years until now.

CIA psychiatrists have examined

Catalyst's psychological profile.

They think she might be trying to build a substitute family

for the one she never had.

You mean the one that was stolen from her?

Nobody likes what was done to these children.

But we can't have them running around without any control.

We have to bring these assets back in house

or shut them down for good.

Can I ask why you want me for this assignment?

I mean, surely there are better people suited for this job.

There may be others with more experience,

but you are uniquely qualified for this job, agent.

But there are two things you need to know.

First is,

we believe there's a Russian mole,

code name, Phantom.

Second, Renee James. Code name, Catalyst...

is your daughter.

Come with me if you want to live.

Seriously?

I always wanted to say that. Get in.

(EASY-LISTENING MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS)

Hello?

Hi.

Oh.

Nelson. Janice.

Hi.

Hi.

Wha-- Wha-- What brings you around here?

I'm hungry. And I heard you make a mean burger.