Hey, hon. How you feeling?
I'm good, love.
The little ninja, however,
is kicking the absolute piss out of me.
Seventeen bathroom trips and counting.
Well, maybe you two should be home, and not, you know,
on active assignment in...
An undisclosed location.
I'm chained to the desk, I swear.
One more week of surveillance
and we bag this asshole,
and then I'm back home,
in full mama mode.
I can't wait. I'm glad you called.
I wanted to hear your voice before I go dark.
Where to now?
"An undisclosed location."
Ha-ha. Touche.
Peter?
Love you so much.
Forever and ever.
You too, El.
Forever and ever.
Hey, Pop.
Ah, shit.
Nice costume.
Mustache really suits you.
I'll get the drop on you one of these days.
Don't hold your breath.
Hey. You like my Colgate smile?
Here.
Souvenir.
No, thanks.
Suit yourself.
How's Elena?
As big as a house. She says hi, by the way.
I bet she's ready for this part to be over with.
You taking some time off?
Yeah. Just let me ask my boss.
Well, you know me.
I'm a "mission first" guy.
The bigger question is,
are you ready to be a dad?
Were you?
Nope.
Who could've been ready?
No one believed you'd ever recover, Peter.
And when I saw you lying in that bed,
I knew, somehow, that you would.
But I loved your parents.
I felt a responsibility to you
when they were taken down
by the terrorist attack.
And I believed
you'd get your hearing back.
I insisted.
It's extremely rare.
The injury to his ears has made them hypersensitive
to the point of pain.
So he can hear?
He can hear everything.
In time, he'll learn to filter out
the different sounds so he can function.
It would be a terrible weakness if he can't control it.
Or a strength.
I refused to believe the naysayers,
and look what happened.
You did get your hearing back,
and it became an asset.
It all hurts! Stop it! Hey, it's me. It's okay.
You became a kind of a wonder in our work.
It's okay. You're safe.
I can't take the place of your father,
but if you give me a chance,
maybe we can make a family of our own.
You know, there's plenty of stuff
I'd do over again, if I had half the chance,
but adopting you, helping you become the man you've become...
You're the best thing I ever did.
You're gonna be my legacy.
He's as bad as they come.
Government intel, weapons,
corporate espionage, drugs, you name it.
The golden boy of all our enemies.
He's very well-protected, Peter.
A biometric watch?
Contains a hard drive with sole access
to his contacts, stolen intel, and the account numbers
of the hundreds of millions he's made
selling out our country.
We want it all back.
You need to download the contents
while he's still breathing.
It's linked to a heart monitor in the watch.
It stops,
the data dies with him.
Tricky.
That's why I have you, Peter.
My fail-safe.
My closer.
I'm sure you got plenty of guys like me.
Peter...
there's nobody like you.
He's meeting tonight
with a Russian FSB, and that can't happen.
Tonight? Right. Clock is ticking.
No matter the consequence. Consequence,
No matter the collateral damage...
We complete our mission.
Be careful, son.
Always, Pop.
I learned from the best.
Elena?
Peter?
It's okay. He's a friendly.
Peter, you have to let him go.
I have orders. So do I.
We've been building a case on this guy for eight months.
He needs to stand trial.
No.
Elena?
Peter!
Peter...
Peter! Peter...
Peter!
No!
That's my baby!
That's my...
No! Get off me!
My life is falling apart because of you,
because of every fucking lie you've ever told me.
Peter! Peter! Listen to me.
She wasn't supposed to be there.
I thought she was behind a desk, running surveillance!
You sat across from me at that diner
and you lied to me! No, I did not.
Please, don't let this pull us apart.
I'm done.
Peter...
Peter! No, we can't.
I can't have another baby.
And every time I look at you...
I just can't.
Elena.
Elena!
Dennis.
Elena, one sec!
Hey. I'm just going to go and take this call.
I'll be right back, okay?
Everything's going to be okay.
Elena?
I got the flash drive you sent me.
The intel on this thing is unbelievable.
There's 30 kids part of this Internship.
You need to go dark.
I can't believe the agency
is capable of anything like this.
You have no idea what our agency is capable of.
Poor kids. How's the boy?
He's, uh... He's fine.
He knows I'll protect him.
But Marlene didn't make it.
I'm so sorry, Dennis.
Listen. I think they might know where we are.
I need those extraction coordinates.
I'm working on the coordinates now.
Just get out of the city.
Okay. Hurry. Hurry!
Hey.
Hey, buddy. You lock the door?
I need you to open the door.
We can't be here. We gotta go.
Hey. Open the door.
Come on! Open the door! We gotta go!
Open the door! Now!
Open the door!
Did you find the drive?
I heard him talking on the phone.
He sent it to somebody else.
Who?
I only heard a first name:
"Elena."
Check it. The beat absolutely kills.
Lucy?
Mark. Guess what?
We sold one of your paintings.
Really?
Uh-huh. I've got cash for you.
Come by tonight.
I'll make it worth your while.
Oh, come on. Live a little.
I live.
Yeah, quietly.
Ah, you say that like it's a bad thing.
There's nothing wrong with quiet, Mark,
but sometimes, it is nice to actually go out
into the rest of the world instead of hiding at home.
So...
what do you say?
Yeah, all right.
Great.
I'll see you later, then.
I almost forgot.
Happy birthday, Peter!
You gotta stop doing this.
You're paying twice as much money for everything.
You're the one that's always getting paint
all over all of your stuff.
I've been with you long enough to appreciate the value of...
...critical redundancy.
One of the few things I learned from my boss:
always have a back-up.
But...
there is only one you.
Dear Peter:
The hardest thing to see
is what is in front of your eyes.
El.
Hey, Mark.
Niles.
Junk Man.
Hey, Mark.
I've got your six, man. I've got your six.
Hey! Back, back!
What brings you to town?
The usual! Preparing for the apocalypse.
I got my pacemaker, it's all tuned up. All tuned up.
Besides that, minding my own business. How about you?
Same. Minding mine. Ah. Smart.
I got your six, man!
To the end, soldier.
Okay. To the end! Okay! Those fools.
Which one?
The three dogs.
"Wolves."
Whatever.
It's a hundred bucks.
What's on the docket tonight?
Ah. Just one beer, then I gotta get home.
God, your life is so exciting, Mark.
I don't know how you stand it.
Come on, hang out. Have two beers.
They're on the house, and guess what?
You might even enjoy yourself.
You're a hard person to say no to, Lucy.
Uh-huh.
Stick around till closing...
see if that's really true.
Hey, Lucy! Can I get a frickin' beer here?
Hold your horses, Al! I'm coming.
Think about it.
One of these days, I'm gonna buy a painting, Mark.
Just you wait and see. Early night?
Yeah. The computers aren't gonna fix themselves.
Night, my friend.
Good night, fellas.
Peter Barrett?
Excuse me?
My name is Sophia...
and my mom called you Peter.
Who's your mother?
Elena Maran.
I'm sorry. I don't know her.
Look, my mom said
if anything ever happened to her,
to drop everything and find you.
"Find Peter."
Well, then I suggest
you keep looking till you find him.
I bought your painting.
She said you were an artist.
Sophia, is it?
I'm sorry to hear your mom left--
She didn't leave.
Something happened to her.
My mom would never leave me.
Listen, I can't help you. Maybe try the police.
She wanted me to find you.
No, she wanted you to find someone named Peter.
My name's Mark.
I wish I could be more help.
Good luck.
Is everything okay?
Ah, yeah. Just a little misunderstanding.
Thanks, Lucy.
What? You're leaving? Yeah. Good night.
Good night, Mark.
Fuck.
You okay, hon?
I'm fine.
I guess I should call a cab.
What? Are you fucking kidding me?
It's dead.
I'll call you a cab.
You stalking me? Holy shit!
Sneak up on people much?
How'd you find me?
I saw your license plate in the parking lot.
My mom's CIA. She taught me how to impersonate a cop.
I just called the DMV and asked for your info.
Really?
No, not really. Lucy told me where you live.
But my mom did teach me, if I ever needed to,
but I didn't even need to, because, you know... Well, Lucy.
She's really pretty, by the way. Are you guys...
together?
Like I said, I can't help you, so if you don't mind.
You were CIA like my mom, right?
I am truly sorry for what you're going through,
but I am not the guy you're looking for.
There has to be a reason that she sent me here.
Well, she made a mistake.
My name's Mark Nicholson,
so you need to call the cops, or the CIA, whoever.
Someone who can actually help.
Oh. Yeah.
Can I at least borrow a charger?
Wow.
You painted all of these?
They're super cool. Very... Van Gogh.
I have that charger around here somewhere.
You're a really good painter.
Oh, hey, kid. Stop. Those are private.
This is her.
This is my mom!
So you do know her.
Why would you lie?
This is my mother.
And you're my father.
What?
You heard me.
Go upstairs.
Last door on the left's the bathroom.
Lock the door and get in the tub.
No. No. No fucking way. Now!
What? What do you mean "now"? What's happening?
Move, move!
Upstairs. Now. What's happening?
Move, move!
Get back!
Move, move, move!
Cover, cover!
Hey, go, go!
Go, go!
Ah!
Watch the stairs! Go, go, go!
Move, move!
It's okay. It's okay.
No, no, no, no, no. I... I...
No. You did the right thing. They were here to kill me.
What if they were here for me? There's probably more coming!
There's no one else out there!
Sophia! I promise.
There's no one else out there.
You are Peter Barrett.
It doesn't matter.
We need to get you safe.
I think I know someone that might be able to help us.
Yeah. Totally not CIA.
Let's go.
Chief? You wanted to see me?
Come in.
What do you know about Peter Barrett?
Peter Barrett?
The Painter?
The one and only.
He just went rogue.
There he goes, and...
...bang.
Jesus.
I thought he went off-grid years ago. Retired.
Well, the eight dead federal agents would say otherwise.
Why now, after all this time?
He's suspected of being in possession
of classified materials,
making him a national security threat.
Send in a containment perimeter around Cascade.
The Painter just became priority one.
Copy that, ma'am.
Oh, chief. Does the old man know?
He's about to. And we're gonna do the honors.
Dismissed.
It's about time.
Well, it's always good to spend time with you,
face-to-face.
But we never got the resources, did we?
Well, there's always funds available.
Just depends on where you find it.
Oh, yes. You and I know a lot about that.
Yes, sir.
W-we'll have to pick this up later.
Let's do that.
Naomi.
Good afternoon.
This is Agent Kim.
Come on in. Good to see you.
It's an honor, sir.
This is Senator Reaves.
Ladies. Hi.
Go easy on him. I need him alive.
Especially for next week's vote.
Okay, kid. Good. Thanks for your support.
Yeah. Take care. Cheers.
So, I take it this isn't a social call?
I'm afraid not.
Hey. Here's some skim milk for your skim-milk coffee.
I didn't check the label, but I'm sure it's okay.
When's the last time you were in touch with Peter Barrett?
Peter Barrett?
The Painter, sir.
Oh, I know who he is, Agent Kim.
He's my kid, you see.
I want to know when the last time you spoke with him was.
It's been years, and you know it. What's up?
Your boy murdered eight federal agents in cold blood.
What?
Federal agents?
They were there to question him.
You don't send a wet team in
to question someone like Peter, and you know that.
And you didn't call me?
We have intel he's in possession
of highly-sensitive material.
He's a national security threat.
How'd you find him?
The question we should be asking
is why would your son steal classified documents
from the U.S. government?
What's his motive?
Is Peter being set up?
Is the company covering its tracks,
and using you to do that? Oh, no, sir.
We are just trying to get to the bottom of this.
Do you know where Peter would go,
or what he would want with this intel?
I don't know anything, Agent Kim.
But I'll get to the bottom of it.
I'll get to the bottom of it.
And now it's time for you both to leave.
He's hiding something.
Chief? Put a tap and tail on Byrne.
I want to know where he goes and who he talks to.
Ma'am.
We're hiding out at a computer shop?
Let's go.
Niles?
Niles!
Mark, my friend.
Huh. I need your help.
Yeah, yeah. Of course. Of course. What do you need?
You're good with computers, right?
I mean, you can hack?
I don't-- I don't know what you're talking about,
because that is, uh, illegal.
I run a legitimate business. Whoa, whoa!
I'm short on patience, Niles.
A wet team just tried to take us out,
and I need to figure out what's going on,
so I need you to hack the CIA network. Now.
W-what? Hack the CIA?
W-what makes you think I can do that?
Call it a hunch.
Fine.
Follow me.
Come on.
Ran it through their system.
Usually, there's some kind of chatter,
but nobody on the international side
knows anything about a kill-or-capture order.
What about my mom?
Nothing. She comes up active,
on assignment, gone dark.
If something happened to her,
it's higher up on the food chain than I can go.
Well, is there anything else?
Yeah.
The name "Peter Barrett" you gave me...
comes up classified.
Though, however, there is the name
of his superior here, a Henry Byrne.
Byrne.
It's me.
Peter?
A CIA wet team just tried to kill me.
Where are you?
Can I trust you?
Listen to me carefully, Peter.
Two agents showed up at my doorstep today,
asking about you.
I'm the only one who can protect you.
The industrial park, five miles north of Cascade.
Come alone. Text this number.
I'll come to you.
It's me.
What?
You just, uh...
Nothing.
Why couldn't you just tell me the truth?
It's complicated.
Chief?
What have you got?
An unlicensed agency terminal
just went live in Cascade, Oregon, and searched the network
for keywords "Peter Barrett," "Elena," and "Sophia Maran."
He's still there.
Good job, Agent Kim.
Get workups on everyone. Lock down that intel.
We're airborne in 90.
Nobody finds out who Peter is looking for.
Am I clear? Ma'am.
Look. Take this.
If we get separated, I'll be able to find you.
What'd you find out?
Nothing yet. He's coming here.
Why? We need to find my mother.
Byrne is our best chance to do that.
I never knew anything about my father.
Not until a week ago,
when she told me to come find you
if I was ever in trouble.
I can't be your father.
This is how I found you.
What are you drawing?
Something beautiful.
Do I really look like that?
That's what I see every time I look at you.
Do you recognize her handwriting?
I don't know why, but she wanted me to be here with you.
No offense, but what were you thinking?
Sending in a bunch of jarheads to take out The Painter?
Oh. They left quite a mess.
Send in the cleaners. Maybe they can find something.
I can't.
Did you know he's an actual painter?
Like, with fancy paints and everything? It's not bad.
Nice lines, good color. Bit derivative.
Not my taste, but...
I always thought the name was a metaphor, you know?
Like the artistry aspect?
That he's so good, he makes works of art...
but with killing people.
Hello? Hello? Okay. Well...
fuck me, I guess.
Peter.
Why is the agency trying to kill me?
How about we start with, "How you doing?"
I haven't seen you in 17 years. Cut the shit.
I know you. You keep tabs on everything and everyone,
including me.
What? You gonna tell me
Niles isn't your guy?
You got me. You were in a bad place when you left.
Of course I was gonna use our resources
to keep an eye on you.
What father wouldn't?
You got to know, Peter,
I never meant for it to go down the way it did.
If I could-- Just tell me about the people
who came to kill me.
There's an agent named Naomi Piasecki.
She's running things. I never worked with her,
but she has a reputation for being rather ruthless.
What does she want with me?
From what I gather, she thinks
you're in possession of something
that poses a major threat
to our national security.
Is that true? Are you?
No.
Well, if Piasecki's throwing this much firepower at you,
it must be something serious.
I have another question.
Fire away.
I'm just happy to be with you.
Who is Sophia,
and why is she saying that she's Elena's daughter?
Elena's daughter?
Peter...
Elena couldn't have children after the incident.
Well, she looks just like her...
and she thinks I'm her father.
You're being played, son.
You're being played.
What the fuck are you doing in my bar?
Stand up!
Show me your fucking hands!
Do you want to do this in the dark,
or are you gonna turn some lights on?
I don't need lights to blast you!
Sure. But, uh...
you do need ammunition,
and I have yours.
Whoo!
Ouch! That sounds like it's broken.
What do you want?
I am looking for someone.
An artistic type.
No idea, buddy.
Oh, I think you do.
See, I was up at his house,
paying him a visit.
He was out, so I thought I'd come check
his local watering hole,
see what turns up.
Fuck you, asshole!
You need to think about what comes out of your mouth next.
Hello. I'm supposedly your grandfather.
Yeah. We can 23andMe each other later.
Where's my mom?
Who are you really, young lady?
And who are you working for?
Put the gun down.
I just want to find my mom.
Elena's your mom? Okay!
When's her birthday? What color are her eyes?
What's her middle name? Where did you live with her?
What's your angle, Sophia? If that's even your real name.
And what do you want with my son?
My name is Sophia Elle Maran, born October 23rd, 2006.
My mom is Elena Tatiana Maran, but everybody calls her El.
Her birthday is September 30th, 1980,
and her eyes are brown.
We live in Seattle, at 5470 Crescent Lane,
in a shitty two-bedroom apartment.
She works for the CIA, in surveillance,
and was gone most of my childhood.
I stayed at our neighbor's house,
with her best friend, Janine Whittler,
and her son, Steven, who was my first kiss.
She has a tattoo on the inside of her wrist
that says "Miracle."
Bet you didn't know that.
So if you're done asking your stupid questions,
can you shut up and actually help?
What do you want me to do?
Make a call. See what you find.
I'm the nearest thing to retired, Peter.
I work out of the house, reading case files
and offering advice to politicians.
I'll see what I can do.
This is Operator G...
2418.
Access code "Typhoon."
I need a status check on an active agent:
Elena Maran.
M-A-R-A-N.
Special Activities. That's right.
I see.
And next of kin?
What? What happened?
I'm sorry, dear. She's gone.
How?
What do you mean, gone?
In service of her country.
That's all they'll say.
I'm so, so sorry.
No.
Hey.
No! Fuck you!
And fuck you, too!
There has to be a reason.
She called you...
didn't she?
She called you and she told you
something that got her killed.
Stop lying!
She told you something!
She didn't. I swear.
Peter, she hasn't communicated with you at all?
Can you look after Sophia? I need to check on something.
Sure. I don't need a babysitter.
Maybe I do. Keep an old man company.
I never even got to say goodbye.
Hey.
I'm gonna find out who took your mother away from you.
And then?
And then...
he'll do what he does.
Dear Peter:
The hardest thing to see
is what is in front of your eyes.
El.
Let the team know we've landed and are now en route.
I want mobile command set up
and a complete download from Spec Ops
the minute I arrive.
How's it feel to be back in the field, chief?
If I wasn't surrounded by complete incompetence,
I wouldn't have to be.
Intel just received. Byrne is not at his residence
and is nowhere to be found.
Peter must've made contact.
That makes Byrne an accomplice.
Byrne's a company man.
Maybe he's trying to bring him in peacefully.
Byrne is involved.
Change of plans.
And the files are decrypted.
Metadata shows they're CIA,
from Hidden Hand's server.
Action reports, statistics, medical records.
Black Operations? Yeah.
Tied to a clandestine project called The Internship.
Heard of it?
Open the file that says--
Uh, what's up?
Down!
Finally.
The Painter.
Nice to meet you, too, pal!
Care for a true test of superiority?
No weapons!
Hand-to-hand combat.
Did you set me up?
No! I swear, no!
All right!
Have it your way!
Miles.
Where is The Painter going?
It's Niles.
I don't know.
Honestly, I don't know.
M-m-maybe Lucy's Tavern.
No, she's a dead end.
I assume he got away with the stolen data?
Yeah.
What was on it?
Probably better we don't know.
Especially if has to do with The Internship.
Lucy?
Lucy!
I'm so sorry, Lucy.
Peter, if you're watching this...
well, you know what it means.
The evidence in these files
came to me from two former agents
fostering an 8-year-old asset
as part of a training program called The Internship.
These agents tried to get the child out of the program.
They didn't make it.
The Internship steals children,
brainwashes, indoctrinates them,
turns them into assassins.
These people will do anything and everything
to keep this from getting--
Fuck!
I'm so sorry, Peter,
for leaving the way I did,
and now it's too late for me to do anything about it.
I've sent you two files,
in case this falls into the wrong hands or...
something happens to it.
"Critical redundancy." "...redundancy."
I found her, Peter.
She's alive! Our baby survived.
I don't know how, but our daughter is alive.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
She's in grave danger.
You have to find her, Peter. Protect her.
She's with--
...danger.
You have to find her, Peter.
Protect her. She's with--
Fuck.
Shit. Move.
Come on, move!
Dad!
Get in!
You okay?
Go after Sophia.
I'll disappear on my own. Go!
Hands up! Show us your hands!
He's on the move! Go! Go! Go!
Now, now!
Watch it! Easy!
No place to go! Get out of the truck!
Hold your positions!
All units, eliminate the target.
Painter's gone, chief.
Repeat: Painter has vanished.
Fuck.
What the hell was that, chief?
Zeta team, move in!
And find him.
Go! Move in, move in!
Go, go, go!
Do your fucking job, Agent Kim, and bring me The Painter.
Ma'am.
I got your six.
You come with me.
Come with me now. You'll be safe with me.
On y est presque.
Okay, my brother.
Ca y est. Wait.
No sign of him.
You heard her. Let's go.
The Painter is nowhere to be found.
We've searched the entire area in a one-mile radius.
You're telling me he just vanished?
I don't have a rational explanation yet, chief.
We have a K-9 unit en route.
We still have the girl.
I can work with that.
Pack it up and lock down the next location.
Copy that, ma'am.
Okay! Let's go, people!
We are on the move!
You heard her! Move out!
It's all good, man.
I'll have you patched up in no time.
Tout ira bien. Don't worry.
Hey! Welcome back. Welcome back.
Mm, tout va bien, oui?
You're a medic?
Oh, I'm...
I've been a lot of things...
...son.
I always knew it was you.
I don't believe you.
My arrhythmia. That's what gave me away all these years.
There's nothing like an old pacemaker
to camouflage my heartbeat.
Here. Have a souvenir.
Are you ready?
Another souvenir!
How am I?
Good as new, thanks to me.
Nothing broke.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy. Take it easy.
There we go.
How long was I out?
About three hours, give or take.
Here's some pain meds.
Here. Have a drink.
Good.
Hey!
No leaks.
Good.
Thank you.
My pleasure, son.
While you were napping,
did you figure out what they want?
You got a computer?
You want a soda?
Something to eat?
Who the fuck are you?
Watch your mouth, young lady.
I'm Section Chief Piasecki,
this is Special Agent Kim, CIA.
What's your name?
I know you're scared,
but we're the good guys here.
Now, what's your involvement with Peter Barrett?
Did he kidnap you?
Hold you hostage?
Like you kidnapped me?
Leave them.
For her own safety.
You're here because the men you were with are wanted fugitives,
and we're just wondering how you fit into that equation.
We just need you to answer
a few questions about Peter, that's all.
Did he hurt you?
No.
My name is Sophia.
My mother is Special Agent Elena Maran.
Elena Maran?
I didn't know she had a daughter.
She worked under me for years, but...
never mentioned a thing about you.
Yeah. Now she can't, can she?
You know.
I am so sorry about what happened.
Is that why you killed her? Why would you say that?
Maybe because you sent a bunch of assholes
to kill me and my dad.
Your dad?
Your dad is Peter Barrett?
This gets more interesting by the minute.
Did he tell you that?
Sophia, the CIA doesn't want to kill you or Peter.
The goal was to bring him in for questioning peacefully,
and he reacted with violence.
Funny, 'cause I was there.
And it was "shoot first, ask questions later."
Did he say or have anything on him,
like a flash drive?
I think there's more to this than what you're telling us.
I don't know shit.
I just want to find out what happened to my mom.
Hmm.
Let me remind you, withholding a person's whereabouts
has some very serious consequences.
You don't scare me.
Don't worry.
There's still time.
Everyone out!
Chief, that's against protocol.
I don't recall asking your opinion, Agent Kim.
Now...
where were we?
This drive is pretty banged up, Peter.
Bingo. We're in.
Peter, did you see this? They're recruiting kids.
They're stealing them, raising them with agency parents.
They're temporarily blinding them
so they over-develop their other senses.
She's turning them into you.
"She"?
Naomi Piasecki.
She must've gone rogue years ago.
What's going on here? What's happening?
This thing has some kind of virus coded into it.
Pull the drive!
Oh, shit!
Goddamn it!
We lost everything!
Shit! We've lost every fucking thing!
We lost it! They tried to kill you over this,
and now it's... now it's...
now it's gone!
Peter, I'm so sorry.
What are you smiling about?
"Critical redundancy."
What?
There's a copy.
Well, let's go get it! Not yet.
I owe it to Elena to get Sophia back first.
Mind if I borrow a few things?
We need that unpacked now!
How we doing? Show me.
Show me this. Okay, we need more than this.
I need more angles.
Come on! Let's get these visuals up!
We needed them up yesterday.
What was that all about? Out of my way.
She's a kid. She has rights.
You cannot question a minor without another agent.
Everything she said will be inadmissible.
Our responsibility is to stop a dangerous fugitive
from killing anyone else.
I'm gonna have to call this in.
I'm gonna call it in and report it myself
after the threat is neutralized!
Did you even search the girl before you put her in holding?
Of course. Really?
Then what the fuck is this?
Fail.
Attention, everyone!
The Painter is incoming.
I need eyes on him before he steps foot into this facility.
Am I clear?
- Move! - You heard her! Let's go!
Intercept teams, into position. The Painter is coming in hot.
We are code red. I repeat, code red.
I'm gonna go over here.
You heard her! Let's go!
Southwest corner. I need teams on the southwest corner!
We are empty over there!
North is good. We need the west side, though.
West side, please.
All right. Let's go! Let's go! Come on! Move it!
Southwest corner! We need teams on the southwest corner!
Southwest corner! Move!
Perimeter around me. Now!
You two, with me! Defensive formation.
Hold! Hold your position!
Heads up!
We have a man down!
Where is he?
Chief!
Shit!
Move.
More down! Where is he?
Anyone got eyes on him?
We need to move you to a more secure location, Sophia.
Why are you helping me?
The situation has gotten out of control.
It is too dangerous for you here.
What about my dad? Is he okay?
We need to go now.
Okay. Okay.
Come on! Let's go. Go!
Keep going! Eyes up!
There's a weapon down here.
Watch your corners. Move, move!
This way! Move!
And where do you think you're going?
Moving her to a safer location.
Come with me.
Both of you.
I'll take it from here.
I can't let you do that.
You're disregarding a direct order from a superior.
Stand the fuck down, Agent Kim.
It's over, Piasecki! This whole operation is over.
I am taking her in, and we can--
Move.
Come on, kid. Move.
Let her go.
Dad.
Painter!
Let's finish this.
Dad.
Really? Come on. You're gonna shoot me?
That's so boring. Let's play a game.
Who is the better intern?
Patient Zero...
or the new-and-improved?
I'm not here for your milestones.
Really? You're gonna deprive me
of the opportunity to prove that I'm better than you?
That's... No, that's... That's fair. That makes sense.
I don't want to do this, kid.
These people, they...
kidnapped you, tortured you, brainwashed you,
all to make you something you were never supposed to be.
Me.
What's your real name?
It's... It's Daniel.
Well, it doesn't have to go down like this, Daniel.
You can go have a whole life.
Fall in love, have kids.
But you got to make that choice for yourself.
That does sound nice.
But I like who I am.
So enough with the pity party.
And don't feel sorry for me.
Sure, the whole forced-blindness thing kind of sucked,
but it made me special.
And for the record,
they didn't force me to be like you.
They forced me to be better.
Whoo!
Come on!
You know, Elena had more fight in her than you do.
She really stuck her neck out there.
Peter, come find us.
Dad!
Dad, please!
Dad, can you hear me?
What took you so long?
I've been waiting a long time to meet you, Painter.
You must be Naomi Piasecki.
Hmm. Byrne told you about me?
He said you were ruthless.
I'm a little more than that.
God, Byrne would never shut up about you.
All those years I worked for him, he'd go on and on,
how you were the best that ever was,
and the best he ever saw.
Jesus Christ, it made me want to puke.
What, you think you're the only one
that knows how to dodge a bullet?
You're an Intern.
I'm the Head Intern, see?
They used to call me Mimic. Now they call me the boss.
Dad!
Toss the weapon, Peter.
Game's over.
You okay?
Now where's that flash drive?
Put it down! Put it down!
Put it down!
Told you I had your six, son.
What are you doing, Peter?
Piasecki isn't running The Internship.
She works for you.
The Internship's yours. It's always been yours.
It's the only thing that makes sense.
That's absurd, Peter. Don't lie to me!
You told me you never worked with her,
but she sure seems to know you.
She's an Intern. She didn't start the program.
She couldn't have! And you think it was me?
Who else could it be? You must've been training her
around the time I started to kill people for the CIA.
You saw what I'd become.
You figured you could do it again.
Okay. You got me.
There's too much oversight here
for me to stay on any further.
I'm going to make you section chief,
and I'm going to retire
and run things from the outside.
What's going on?
Step away from him and come to me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dad--
Let her go! Dad.
I didn't want it to come to this, Peter.
I wanted you out of this. "Out of this"?
She's been trying to kill me since this started.
That's pretty fuckin' far from "out."
You would've been dead if it was up to me.
Will you shut up?
My underling may have been a little overzealous.
I apologize.
I need the location of that backup, Peter.
Sophia and I will take a nice little drive,
and once it's in my hands, you'll get her back.
You're stealing and torturing children.
I'm doing what's necessary!
You think our enemies aren't doing the same and worse?
I am protecting our nation, Peter,
so people can sleep peacefully at night.
This is about your legacy. Nothing more.
Oh, Peter.
You were supposed to be my legacy.
Now she is.
You don't have to listen to him, Sophia.
I am your father.
What is he talking about?
Oh, what better cover than the truth?
Yes, he is your father,
but you belong to me, Sophia.
No. You don't.
Just give him the flash drive.
I can't do that.
You see, Peter?
You see? Internship works!
And you were the prototype, the catalyst
for the entire program, and you are magnificent, Peter.
You surpassed every expectation.
But did you really think
that I was gonna rely on just one man,
when I needed an army?
This is the future!
And you are the past, but we are one family.
She's your own granddaughter.
I didn't want it to come to this.
When I deleted those files, I thought it was over,
but Elena had to send you that stupid duplicate.
Don't you ever say her name.
I don't care if I die,
but you can't spend your life loyal to a man
who took you from your family, from your real parents...
from your mother.
No! Get off me!
No!
Hi, sweetie. Hey.
Byrne stole you from us when you were born.
Let us believe you were dead.
And when your mom found out about you...
You fucking piece of shit, how could you?
All these years, and you had her the whole time!
You sick fuck!
Your own granddaughter!
Elena, there's much you don't know.
We need to talk. Fuck your talk.
Give me my daughter now!
Elena.
You're not gonna shoot me.
Peter's gonna know everything soon,
and when he does--
He killed her.
She died trying to protect you from this monster.
Just come with me.
We'll put this all behind us.
She's an Intern, Peter.
She's trained in advanced psychological warfare.
New and improved. She has none of your weaknesses.
He's right.
You're stronger than me.
But what he calls my weakness
is the love that I had for your mother,
that I have for you.
And her love for you
is what brought us together.
You still have a choice
in who you become.
Enough of this.
You won't give me the evidence?
It dies with you. Intern...
complete the mission. Terminate the target.
The happiest day of my life was when I found out
your mother was pregnant with you.
You have her eyes and her will...
her strength.
Intern.
Her temper.
And her courage.
Intern.
Intern!
She's still...
her father's daughter.
He was ahead of his time.
But his time is over.
He was thinking way too small.
Thinking that my brothers and sisters and I
are merely assassins,
when there is so much more we are capable of.
I can't wait to meet them.
I'm gonna need the flash drive...
and I will be coming for it.
The next time I see you,
I might not remember you're my father.
I won't forget you're my daughter...
but I'll be waiting for you.
Lena.
What?
That's what we named you.
After Elena's grandmother.
That's your real name, Lena.
Lena.
I prefer The Pretender.
Help me.
Help yourself.
Fuck you, Peter.
Peter, if you're watching this...
...she's with Byrne.
That son of a bitch stole our daughter,
and I'm going to confront him, but...
But if anything happens to me,
you have to be the one to finish this.
I don't think there are enough words
for me to tell you what I need to tell you,
but let me start by saying this drive contains dossiers
on every Intern there is...
like our daughter.
You have to help her, Peter.
You have to help them all.