Citadel

Here's all you need to know.

You have to run.

That's Mason Kane's wife.

- We have her. - You had a mole

within Citadel.

It was you.

If I see you again, I will kill you.

Russian president Dmitry Aronov

is set to attend the G8 Summit next week.

I need my assassin in ten days.

We lost the one man

who could build what we need.

There's someone else who can fix this software.

A Korean hacker.

If we have

any chance of stopping Paulo Braga,

we cannot do it alone.

Bernard's still alive?

Brad Headmeaer of Townon, California,

- Isn't that your friend? - It is.

We got to go.

- You look nice. - And you're alive.

You don't seem thrilled.

I'm over the moon.

Well, your face isn't exactly conveying that.

Why the SOS, Bernard?

"Baha Mar, 2:00 p.m."

After all these years, you still don't trust me, do you?

I don't trust dead men that suddenly resurrect when the timing's convenient.

Okay, guys, we get it, you don't trust each other.

But can we keep this moving?

- We haven't got all day. - Who's this clown?

Hutch. Jim.

It's a pleasure. This is my partner Celine Rohr.

Not a pleasure.

Please tell me what I'm doing here.

They're former CIA, and this is your new mission.

- You really know how to pick 'em, huh? - Mm.

Nadia. Nadia.

- Get fucked, Bernard. - Nadia, wait.

I know it was him.

How?

I spent eight years in a bunker. I had a lot of time to think.

I figured it either had to be you or him.

And when I saw the way you looked at him in there...

...I had my answer.

If you knew he was the mole,

- why did you bring him back? - I needed him then

and I need him now.

- He's impossible to trust. - Maybe. But all I know is,

Manticore is gonna come after you and your daughter and me and mine.

And if you want to get out of this thing, if you want to get truly out for good,

then what you have to do is, you have to kill them first.

All eight families, starting with Paulo Braga.

That's the only way.

And if Mason Kane is good at one thing, it's killing people.

I need you, Nadia.

Please.

Just give me 72 hours, all right?

And if he makes one wrong move, I will fucking kill him myself.

Come on.

Orlick said you two were married.

That's cool.

I can fuck with a guy who punches above his weight.

She is smoking. Like a ten.

And he's a 9.5.

Who the fuck are you?

Who the fuck are you, Boy Scout?

So these are your best and brightest, Bernard?

Enough. Come over here.

Paulo Braga is days away from perfecting tech

that can co-opt a person's mind and turn them into an assassin.

He will then use that assassin to kill

Russian President Aronov at the G8.

- Why? - I believe he wants eyes everywhere.

The Russian spy satellite network.

It's the cutting edge of surveillance technology.

It can track you down to your DNA.

The only problem for Paulo is that President Aronov is a nationalist.

But if Paulo kills Aronov

and puts their corrupt prime minister in power--

Then he would have eyes everywhere.

The G8 is in seven days,

and we have to find Paulo before he kills Aronov.

They have Abby. Saving the world isn't my problem.

You can't save Abby without getting to Paulo.

And you get to Paulo by stopping his assassin.

There are two steps to getting the assassin operational.

Step one is the easy part: implanting a receiver chip

into the host's cerebellum.

Step two: the programming itself

that hijacks the brain.

I purposely sabotaged the programming,

creating a firewall to block any transmission longer than a minute.

And there are only two people in the world

who could disable that firewall and get the code to work.

One is me, and the other is a Korean hacker by the name of Edison.

We have to get him before Braga does.

There's only one photograph of Edison that exists,

from a surveillance photo, like, 15 years ago. Here.

Unfortunately-- because why would this shit be easy?--

he had a black bag over his fucking head.

I know that guy with Edison.

That's Frank Sharpe, maître d' of the European spy world.

Maybe he can lead us to Edison.

Except he's a major pain in the ass.

Well, I guess he's about to become our pain in the ass.

- Great. - Look, okay, I get it.

As a team, we're a fucking disaster.

Don't undersell it.

But we are the only ones standing in the way of this lunatic.

I always wonder why some children

draw pigs and rabbits and others draw wolves.

Well, thank you for coming in, Mr. Braga,

I know you're a very busy man.

There was an incident this morning.

Edgar punched a boy, made him bleed.

And as we have a zero tolerance policy for violence,

we have to suspend your son for a week.

I think that sounds very fair, Ms. Turrant.

- You do? - Mm-hmm.

Thank you, Mr. Braga.

Hold still.

Please.

Who else will be punished?

I'm sorry?

I know my son would never hurt another child without good reason.

Well, the other boy teased Edgar.

But we tell the children that words are never justification for violence.

Edgar speaks about this boy Pierre.

Parents Jeanette and Tomas, they live at 7 Rue Volney. Is that the one?

Mr. Braga, this is perhaps inappropriate--

The brown one, please.

The brown one.

Thanks.

Edgar says Pierre screams, pulls the girls' hair,

teases anyone who raises their hand.

Edgar worst of all.

Pierre has some learning difficulties that he's working through.

Ms. Turrant, no.

I don't blame the child.

I don't think he should be punished.

You have a freckle on your nose. You know that?

Pierre is poisoning the education of these children,

and it was left to my son to restore order.

Green, please.

Green!

As you're the adult in the room,

you're meant to keep order, right?

So it feels like it's you who should be punished

for allowing this kind of behavior.

For forcing my boy to do your job.

Edgar is suspended for a week, and what will be your punishment?

What will be your punishment?

I don't know.

Don't you ever put my boy in that position again.

Or you will be punished.

Big smile, please.

Mm-hmm.

Put it on your fridge.

Nothing wrong in drawing wolves.

Without wolves,

we'd still have houses of sticks and stones...

...not bricks.

Apparently, she's in Stockholm.

She's very hard to reach.

Try her again.

She's difficult to wrangle.

Talented ones always are.

I could get you five others just like her.

No, not like her. Trust me.

Try her again.

Why are you in Stockholm?

I told you to get off Sinh.

She's not gonna be another one of your infatuations.

We both remember how the last one turned out.

I am on a limb for you, so go find me the Korean.

Whatever it costs. We have one week.

Don't let me down, Aparna.

How much farther? I have to pee.

- Hold it. - I'm eight.

Show a little compassion.

Hi, Mom.

We have 95 seconds till Olympia Station.

That is where we part.

It's all right. We usually destroy each other in under one minute anyway.

Was I somehow unclear when I told you, you could never see me again?

Couldn't have been clearer.

Trust me, I wish I didn't have to see the woman that abandoned her daughter either.

Abandoned.

I did what I did as a mother to protect you.

If you knew where I was, any number of organizations would have tried

to kill you to get that information.

You're as much a martyr as you're a mother.

I'm a spy.

You made me one.

I could have handled it.

60 seconds. Why are you here?

I need you to keep her safe.

At least until I'm back.