Citadel

Here's all you need to know.

Paulo Braga is perfecting tech

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

to kill Russian President Aranov

at the G8.

I've sabotaged the programming,

and there are only two people in the world

who can get the code to work.

The other is a Korean hacker

by the name of Edison.

Edison was handled by the CIA.

And that intel will be stored

at CIA European headquarters in Rome.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, Bernard, you want to break in there?

I will make you a trade.

Mason Kane and Bernard Orlick.

You don't have any earplugs, do you?

- Ah! - Later, homies.

What was all that "turning everybody in" shit?

- I had to improvise. - You fucked us.

Just keep breathing, it's okay.

Stay with me.

Hello beautiful.

Oh, you have blood on your shirt.

I'm not buying this genius idiot thing.

Yeah? Which part?

The idiot part.

So you think I'm a genius.

May I kiss you?

Access denied.

Oh, come--

5-8-8-1-2-3-9-5-6.

Access denied.

Shut up!

All right.

Access granted.

Thank you.

Okay.

Let's find out who you are, Mr. Edison.

I gotta learn how to type.

Holy shit.

You sneaky little sons of bitches.

Now, that's a bait and switch.

Hey, dickheads.

- Go! Go! Go! - Move! Move!

Yeah, that was actually kinda messed-up.

What's with you and sexy robot guy?

- Mason? - Yeah.

There's nothing with us.

Ah, please.

There's something with you.

When you look at him, I can't tell if you want to fuck him or kill him.

There's often very little difference between the two.

So... which is it with him?

It's, uh, bang or bang?

What do you think?

I think both.

Seal this place.

No one comes in or out, or I will rip their head off.

What do we got?

He breached the network.

Shit.

Initiate full building lockdown, search surroundings.

Someone with a sonic weapon is targeting us on three.

And if you see Hutch--

You shoot him in the fucking face.

Oh, shit.

Didn't I give you the earplugs?

No, you didn't.

- Hutch! - Go, go, go, go!

Hutch! Hutch!

Ah, shit!

God, I'm hit!

Go get him, go!

Shit.

You mind if I sit down?

- Do I know you? - Tell me something.

What position would you call that?

You look embarrassed.

I wouldn't be. That's a hell of a performance.

- Yes! - What do you want?

You want me to put this away?

Did you get 'em?

Negative.

I didn't have a shot.

You have it?

All right, who's Edison?

Ha-joon Yoo. Korean national born in '73.

Holy shit.

What, you know this guy?

He's one of the richest men in South Korea.

He was a former hacker that went private.

Looks like we're going to Seoul, guys.

Probably not.

In two days' time, it's the Greenpeace Annual Gala in Windsor,

which is a significant date in the billionaire social calendar.

Ha-joon and his wife are huge contributors to Greenpeace.

So, can you guarantee

that Ha-joon and his wife are gonna be at this gala?

Better than that, Mr. Chicken McNugget.

They're gonna be hosting it.

Well, maybe he's not so worthless after all.

Yeah, I can speak French.

In fact, I think it's the state of his face.

He's got the head of an idiot.

Yeah, like I just said, I can speak French.

I think, I think it's the forehead.

You're right. He's got a prominent forehead, like a Neanderthal.

I speak French.

Shut the fuck up, you guys.

We're meeting Orlick in 30 minutes.

This one has a face like a bitch.

A fucking bitch.

We all speak French.

They should be here soon.

You started without me?

It's been a long day.

A long month.

A long 40 years.

Did you know the world used to be a place where things were very clearly defined?

Good and evil, right and wrong, truth and lies.

And we, as spies, were supposed

to soldier into the murk, into the gray,

and see things clearly.

But for the last eight years, I have not been able to see things clearly.

I don't know who's a threat or who isn't anymore.

Hasn't that always been the job? Not knowing?

Just trusting what we believe in

and putting a bullet through anyone who thinks differently?

I mean, isn't that what you trained me to be?

That bullet?

Yes, I did.

2,562 people were slaughtered in their homes.

What kind of person would do that?

Betray those people?

Do you have any idea?

No?

- Not a clue? - Not a clue.

Hmm.

I went to her because the agency was keeping my wife from me,

and she told me the organization I'd devoted my life to

had killed my father when I was a boy.

I said I'd help bring them to justice.

What the fuck would you have done?

Probably something that wouldn't have killed 2,000 innocent people,

but everyone's a Monday-morning quarterback, aren't they?

She took it upon herself to have them killed.

I had no idea who she was working for or what she would do.

Even after all that...

...she didn't get the guy who gave the order.

It was an error.

Go on.

It was a miscalculation.

We were tracking a terror cell...

...and our informant sold us out.

I was given the wrong coordinates.

"I was given the wrong coordinates"? That's the best you've got?

Because you killed my father, Bernard, and you murdered 342 U.N. workers.

How are we not the same? How are we not the same?!

I made a decision to help others.

It went wrong.

You made a decision to help yourself,

to feed your vengeance.

That's how we're not the same!

So, where do we go from here?

There is an asshole that needs to be stopped,

and as much of an asshole as you are, I need you.

And whether you believe it or not, you need me, too.

How am I supposed to help you if I'm always looking over my shoulder?

Don't worry about it.

If I shoot you, it won't be in the back.

Don't kill me!

If you don't play it right, you won't learn.

Your turn.

What did you just do?

What will happen now?

You will beat me.

Oh, yes.

What piece is this?

The King.

Look at me.

The King is the piece that you have to protect the most.

You cannot expose yourself like that.

But why?

Because the King is the most important piece.

Just with the King alone, you can still win the game.

But if you're the King, you can still win without me, Dad.

Look.

The King here is you.

You are my King.

I am

a Pawn.

Doing everything to protect you.