XIII: The Series

Previously on "XIII"...

Why did you change your face?

I thought you were dead.

XIII?

You and I were, uh, involved.

What are you doing here?

It's nice to see you too.

Why the hell was he in a rendition camp?

I incarcerated him for national security reasons.

You...

We believe he has knowledge,

potentially dangerous to the United States.

Soft tempest scanners activated 2 years ago have been reactivated.

That's XIII and the chip he found.

Now who hired you?

I want to meet the person who got me out of the camp.

You never know who your real friends are.

It's you.

Where did you get that from?

You'll have that answer when I have the chip.

We gotta find out what Sheridan's up to.

Why the hell isn't he in prison?

If the truth about Sheridan ever came out,

it would tear this country apart.

Take a look at this...

It's the state flag of Colorado.

Did I grow up there?

I'll find the truth.

Or I'll die trying.

Ugh!

Slam!

Ugh!

Ahh!

I don't know who you are,

or what agency you're with,

but here's how it's going to work.

You will not follow me and you will not interfere with my life.

You do not want to disregard this message.

Send someone to mop up what's left of your follow team.

And the next time I advise you to leave XIII alone,

you better listen.

I was a secret Agent.

Betrayed by my own people.

Robbed of my face, my memories, my history.

Hidden in my past

is a secret that threatens all humanity.

A search for answers with nothing to hold onto

but the tattoo that has become my name.

I am XIII.

"XIII: The Series - S01E02" "Green Falls" Original air date 27 April, 2011

Anything look familiar?

No, but that's nothing strange.

I wouldn't even recognize my real face.

If Sheridan is telling the truth and that's you in the photo,

someone around here is going to know what you look like.

You trust Sheridan?

The guy who killed his own sister to get into the White House?

Not in a million years.

But if Green Falls is where you came from,

we might be able to put a name to who you are.

By the way, while you are talking about names...

here's a little something I made for you.

You just threw this together?

When you run a photo shop

you get asked to do favours from time to time.

Yeah, I bet.

Simon Guest...

I never figured myself as a Simon.

Simon was... Important in my life.

What happened?

He ran away.

My cat.

I promise, I won't run away.

Nothing's coming back.

I don't remember any of it.

This lake isn't far from town.

If you grew up here,

you would have gone to school.

Now why didn't they have librarians like you

when I was in school?

Simon Guest.

My assistant, Melissa Wright.

The principal said you might be able to help us.

We work for an attorney who's trying to

hook up a young boy with an inheritance.

We believe that he grew up here.

We think this was taken in 1985.

This school burned down in 1990.

We lost all of our records.

Is there anyone around who might still remember?

Last teacher who worked during that time

moved out of state last year.

I'm sorry.

Darling, you have nothing to be sorry about.

If you're ever in New York...

I wouldn't mind revisiting the Dewey decimal system.

Well, we know one more thing about you now...

you have a gift for feeding the ladies a line of bullshit.

Are you jealous?

No.

Maybe a little.

I wouldn't be too impressed.

The records may have burned in that fire,

but she knew about the yearbooks.

She lied to me.

So much for your charms.

And I never said I was impressed.

What?

Ryan Flay...

That's the boy.

It's you.

Your name is Ryan Flay.

Ryan Flay...

You were here.

You knew all these kids.

You had friends.

You had a whole life.

Some of these kids must still be here.

One of them has to remember you.

Look...

"Best friends forever."

Ryan Flay and David Rigby.

Mornin' folks! What can I do for you?

In the market for a suit? Casual wear?

Forty regular, right?

Mr. Rigby?

We're working for a lawyer and he's trying to find someone

who's got a substantial inheritance coming to him.

Lucky guy.

He would be, except for one thing...

we can't find him.

Oh! Pretty much sucks for him.

He lives in Green Falls.

Well, then I'm gonna know him.

His name is Ryan Flay.

We understand that you and Ryan were best friends back in grade school.

Why can't I place this guy?

Maybe this will jog your memory.

Ryan, of course!

That was a long time ago.

He moved away when we were still in grade school.

That's a sad story.

His father died.

Adopted by somebody from out of town...

we all lost touch with him.

Well, how'd his father die?

No idea. Back then grownups

didn't talk about that kind of thing with kids.

What about his mother?

Nope. Never around.

I think maybe she died giving birth.

Brothers and sisters?

Nope. Like I said, it was sad.

Well, I gotta get back to work.

Suits, they don't sell themselves.

Good luck finding Ryan.

Couldn't get away fast enough.

He's afraid of something.

People are asking about Ryan Flay.

"Vincit omnia veritas."

"Truth conquers all."

You know Latin?

Maybe you learned it from him.

Your father was a big part of the life they took from you.

How can I grieve for a man I never knew?

Not remembering him only makes it worse.

We should go home now.

This town is hiding more than my name.

I'm going to find out what it is.

I understand you have issues with my handling of XIII servillience.

I do, sir.

The president promised him freedom of movement.

You know what he is.

You know what he is capable of.

It is my job to ensure the safety of this great nation.

Unfortunately, the president refuses to

see the possibility that XIII's amnesia

might be as much a fabrication as everything else about him.

Respectfully, sir, we do not know that.

We don't know anything.

And that is exactly why we can't allow XIII to operate freely.

Even if he has no memory of his past,

he might have been programmed to

commit actions against the United States.

He's potentially a walking time bomb.

So you're going to place additional surveillance on him?

I believe...

That XIII might already be on the move.

He and Miss Taylor have dropped off the radar.

I'm sending out a team.

Fine. Send me.

You saw what he did to me.

You saw what he did to my men.

You saw what he did to me at the White House.

Again, sir, with respect,

after what you did to him, I don't blame him.

XIII does not represent a threat to me.

Okay.

It's on you.

You will spearhead locating XIII and tracking his activities.