Shadow Force

Hitman 2-3, this is Hitman 2-1.

We have confirmed location of "Sombra."

Ombra's still out of pocket.

Confirmed weapons on sight.

Keep a hard posture.

Proceed with extreme caution.

Hitman 2-3, what's your status?

Hitman 2-1, approaching target

from north-west side.

Have rooftop assets advise.

Hitman 2-1, kick team in position.

Breaching.

Move, move, move.

East room, clear.

Kitchen, clear.

Bedroom one, clear.

Second story, clear.

The fuck is this? He's not here.

We got set up.

Hitman 2-1, location empty. Please advise.

Aloka, do you copy?

Gotcha.

Aloka?

Aloka?

Aloka?

Dad?

Did you get those scars from the bad guys?

Yes, from the bad guys.

Did Momma help you beat up the bad guys?

Mm-hmm. She did.

Is that what she's doing right now,

beating up the bad guys?

Mm-hmm.

That's why she cannot live with us.

I miss her.

Can you tell me the story about Momma's tummy?

-You like that story, huh? -Mm-hmm.

Okay.

So, we know about the bad guys...

explosions...

and why Daddy's ears don't work.

Right.

So, when Momma was pregnant,

she used to lay Daddy down in her lap,

right on her tummy...

so I could feel you move.

Sometimes you would not move.

Why?

Because you were asleep in there.

So, when you were asleep...

Momma used to do this...

so I could hear your heartbeat...

and know that you were okay.

Do you speak French?

No, no.

Look both ways.

Both ways. Look before, okay?

Seat belt.

What are you feeling like today, mon gars?

What's a "brick house," Dad?

-What's that? -A "brick house."

- They say... - "36, 24, 36."

Um...

It is, um, the address of the brick house.

Really?

No. No.

Um...

Brick house is a term...

for a beautiful, curvaceous woman.

Like boobies?

Voila. Like boobies, there you go.

And booties too?

Oui. Both.

Okay.

I can pick the music?

Lionel Richie. Come on, Dad.

Okay, Lionel Richie.

Spotify, we love Lionel Richie.

Okay.

Hey.

Listen to that kid sing.

My bro.

What? Damn it!

Dick. Fuck off.

What an asshole.

Right, Dad?

You say it when we drive.

Under my breath maybe.

What's "under my breath?"

Where kids can't hear me.

I can hear you.

You say it to the other cars too. A lot.

That's a disclosure fee, sir.

Disclosure fee?

It's a small charge the bank levies

for teller-client interaction.

I don't...

Ky, attends deux secondes. Let's go...

Oh, French. Yeah.

Yeah.

What does it mean?

Disclosure fee covers what?

You mean, us talking?

Let me see what I can do.

- Thank you. - One second.

Um... Hmm...

This is, like, your third one this month.

Everybody down!

As you can imagine, it's a motherfucking robbery.

Keep your hands where we can see them.

Anybody moves, you get shot.

- Ky, come to me. - Three minutes.

Let's go, three minutes.

- Down! - Daddy!

I said down, now.

That's my boy.

You got three seconds, asshole.

Just let my boy come to me.

Please.

That boy?

Yes, let him come.

That one there?

Dad.

Ky.

I said down.

Do you wanna watch me kill this kid?

Get on the floor right fucking now

or you're gonna watch me kill this kid.

Open your eyes, mon gars.

Daddy got the bad guys.

What the fuck?

...or resigning to run

the G-7's new security attache,

just before the office of the Inspector General

launched its investigation into his activities

while he served as head of the CIA.

Oh, good God.

I don't have time for this, ladies and gentlemen.

I'm sure you'd appreciate that my job means there is

nothing I can tell you.

Hey, handsome, looking good.

Jack Cinder is a spy,

and not in the James Bond sense of the word,

-but in a darker kind of way. -Hmm.

So, is the G-7 leadership going to allow him

to refuse these subpoenas should they be issued?

Mr. Cinder has called these efforts

an empty exercise by his enemies

designed to cast doubt

on the G-7's decision

to appoint him Secretary General.

That face is a morning destroyer, Patrick.

I'm working on that, sir.

Looks like we're getting close.

Ombra hit Aloka in Miami last night.

She's taken out half our team.

What is this?

Check out who popped up this morning.

Sombra.

What the fuck is this?

Call Avery.

-Get us a helo out of Trento. -Yep.

Put that up in here on the big screen.

Yes, sir.

It should work. I've never actually done it.

Aurora, whiskey, double.

It's 8:00 a.m.

It's a little early, isn't it?

Triple.

Where is it?

One sec, sorry.

There you go.

Refill that as fast as humanly possible.

It's doing that spinny thing, sorry.

Patrick.

I'm gonna grab the sharpest thing

I can find in this room and I'm gonna ram it

right into your fucking throat

if you don't get that picture up on the big screen.

Okay, here we go.

Now...

why did you two betray me and the team?

She got pregnant.

That was it.

She got pregnant.

I got you now, you son of a bitch.

I want everything on Sombra.

His aliases.

Where he lives, eats, works, plays.

Every single fucking facet of his daily life.

Let's put the band back together.

The same group Ombra and Sombra burned

all those years ago.

It'll be personal for them.

Just like it's personal for me.

Well...

it's time to go to work.

Ky, baby.

- Speak English. - Okay.

Cinder's got skeletons, like, a fucking graveyard's worth.