[suspenseful music plays]
[siren wails in distance]
[patrons chatter indistinctly]
[woman's laughter echoes]
[music intensifies]
[discordant sounds overlap]
[cacophony swells]
[loud laughter]
[pouring echoes][pen scratches]
[crunch reverberates]
[knife squeals][bacon crunches]
[clattering]
[sizzling]
[plate scrapes][bell dings]
[bell echoes]
[suspenseful music continues]
[footsteps echo]
[cell phone rings]
Hey, hon. How you feeling?
[woman] I'm good, love.
The little ninja, however,
is kicking the absolute piss out of me.
Seventeen bathroom trips and counting.
[hinge clicks]
[door creaks]
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.
[footsteps thud, echo]
Where to now?
"An undisclosed location."
Ha-ha. Touche.
[high-pitched ringing]
Peter?
Love you so much.
Forever and ever.
[thud, dull echo]
[high-pitched ringing continues]
You too, El.
Forever and ever.
[phone clicks shut]
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?
[both chuckling]
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.
[woman screams] I felt a responsibility to you
when they were taken down
by the terrorist attack.
[woman screams] And I believed
you'd get your hearing back.
I insisted.
[doctor, echoing] It's extremely rare.
The injury to his ears has made them hypersensitive
to the point of pain.
[droplets echo]
[monitor beeps steadily]
[electricity crackling]
So he can hear?
He can hear everything.
[cacophony roars]
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.
[whimpers, then screams]
[Byrne] 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.
[flames roaring]
[groans] 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.
[suspenseful music plays]
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.[overlapping] Consequence,
No matter the collateral damage...
We complete our mission.
Be careful, son.
Always, Pop.
I learned from the best.
[siren wailing in distance]
[elevator bell dings]
[suspenseful music plays]
[fluorescent bulb buzzing]
[electrical breakers thudding]
[pistols cocking]
[elevator bell dings]
[doors rumble]
[rope whooshes][gasps]
[choking]
[gasping]
[device powers on, beeps]
[gasping]
[click echoes]
[grunting]
[groans]
[groaning]
[gasping]
[scrapes][ears ringing]
[cries out]
[groaning]
[squelching]
[gasps]
[body thuds]
[gasping, choking]
[counter beeping]
[woman's breath panting]
[running footsteps approaching]
Elena?
[running footsteps]
[panting]
[dramatic music plays]
Peter?
It's okay. He's a friendly.
Peter, you have to let him go.
[choking]
- I have orders. - So do I.
We've been building a case on this guy for eight months.
He needs to stand trial.
[scraping]
[groans]
[Elena gasps]
[groaning]
[Elena gasps]
[exhales sharply]
[suspenseful music plays]
[softly] No.
Elena?
[sobbing]
Peter!
[sobs] Peter!
[hyperventilating]
Peter...
Peter! Peter...
[scream echoes] Peter!
[dramatic music plays]
[fizzling electrical click, then silence]
[low ambient rumbling]
[dramatic music resumes]
[exhale echoes]
[sobbing] No!
[sobbing] That's my baby!
[wailing] That's my...
[echoes] 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! [Elena, sobbing] No, we can't.
I can't have another baby.
And every time I look at you...
[weeps] I just can't.
Elena.
Elena!
[panting]
[dramatic music plays]
[music fades]
[keys clacking]
[ominous music plays]
[phone ringing through speaker]
[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.
[wind whistling]
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!
[locks click]
[suspenseful music plays]
[handle clunks]
[Dennis] 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.[handle clunking]
Come on! Open the door! We gotta go!
Open the door! Now!
Open the door!
[gun cocks]
[gunshot]
[gasps]
[gunshot][groans]
[keys clacking]
[suspenseful music plays]
[tapping]
[locks click]
Did you find the drive?
I heard him talking on the phone.
He sent it to somebody else.
[sighs] Who?
I only heard a first name:
"Elena."
[electronic dance music plays on headphones]
Check it. The beat absolutely kills.
[electronic dance music continues playing]
[music fades]
[bird screeches]
[train horn blows]
[cell phone ringing]
[ringing continues]
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.
[scoffs] 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.
[gravel crunching under tires]
[vehicle door opens]
[vehicle door shuts]
[gravel crunches]
[blade clicks]
[suspenseful music plays]
[suspenseful music turns somber]
[chuckles]
[Elena] I almost forgot.
Happy birthday, Peter!
[paper rustles]
[chuckles] 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...
[both] ...critical redundancy.
One of the few things I learned from my boss:
always have a back-up.
But...
there is only one you.
[tender piano melody plays]
[Elena] Dear Peter:
The hardest thing to see
is what is in front of your eyes.
El.
[music fades]
[car horn honks]
[indistinct chatter nearby]
[door bell jingles]
Hey, Mark.
Niles.
[suspenseful music plays]
[heartbeat thumping]
[cart rattling]
Junk Man.
[French accent] 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.
[rock music playing in pub]
♪ Today I wake up ♪
♪ Watch the rain ♪
♪ And I... ♪
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.
[man] 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.
♪ You're like a midnight sun ♪
♪ Bustin' through my winter's night ♪
♪ I'm thankful for those days ♪
♪ That you came my way ♪
♪ Makes everything feel all right ♪
♪ I know I've got to stay ♪
♪ On my side of the line ♪
♪ It's so hard when I can't touch you ♪
♪ These feelings in my way... ♪
Peter Barrett?
Excuse me?
My name is Sophia...
and my mom called you Peter.
Who's your mother?
Elena Maran.
[suspenseful music plays]
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.
[quietly] Fuck.
[Lucy] 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.
[suspenseful music plays]
[vehicle approaches]
[engine shuts off]
[wood creaking][shrill tone resonates]
[Peter] You stalking me?[gasps] 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?
[rustling nearby]
[cans clatter]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
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.
[branches rustling]
[wind whistling]
[suspenseful music plays]
[snow crunching]
[click echoes]
Go upstairs.
Last door on the left's the bathroom.
Lock the door and get in the tub.
[footsteps crunching]
- No. No. No fucking way. - Now!
What? What do you mean "now"? What's happening?
Move, move!
- Upstairs. Now. - What's happening?
[ears ringing][indistinct chatter over radio]
[glass shatters]
[both grunting]
Move, move!
[grunting]
[man] Get back!
[groaning]
Move, move, move!
[rapid gunfire]
Cover, cover!
[groans]
[man cries out]
[breathing heavily]
[bone cracks]
[man screams]
[man] Hey, go, go!
[groans]
[man] Go, go!
[heavy gunfire continues]
[man cries out]
Ah!
[man] Watch the stairs! Go, go, go!
Move, move!
[sighs in frustration]
[panting]
[groans]
[groaning]
[gasping]
[bones snapping]
[gunshots]
[body thuds]
[ears ringing]
[drips echo]
[gun hits floor]
[rifle clatters] 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.
[sighs]
[Velcro tears]
[grim music plays]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
Yeah. Totally not CIA.
Let's go.
[people chattering indistinctly nearby]
[click]
[grunting]
[gun fires][man groans]
[body thuds]
[knocks] 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...
[gun fires]...bang.
[body thuds]
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.
[suspenseful music plays]
[electronic dance music playing]
[phone chiming]
[shuts music off]
It's about time.
[chuckles softly]
[tense electronic music plays]
[electronic dance music resumes playing]
[Byrne] 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.
[uneasy chuckling] 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.
[car doors shut][engine starts]
We're hiding out at a computer shop?
[engine shuts off]
Let's go.
[door bell jingles]
[lock clicks]
[counter bell dings]
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?[chuckles nervously]
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.
[scoffs] Fine.
Follow me.
[opens door]
Come on.
[keys clacking]
[Niles] 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?
[keys clacking]
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?
[sighs] Yeah.
The name "Peter Barrett" you gave me...
comes up classified.
Though, however, there is the name
of his superior here, a Henry Byrne.
[line rings]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
[floorboard creaks]
[dramatic music turns suspenseful]
[knocks]
It's me.
What?
You just, uh...
Nothing.
Why couldn't you just tell me the truth?
It's complicated.
[people chattering indistinctly]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
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.
[zipper unzips]
This is how I found you.
[Elena] What are you drawing?
[Peter] Something beautiful.
[chuckles softly]
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.
[music fades]
[electronic dance music blaring over headphones]
[music stops]
No offense, but what were you thinking?
Sending in a bunch of jarheads to take out The Painter?
[tsking]
Oh. They left quite a mess. [sighs]
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.[line beeps]
Hello? Hello? Okay. Well...
fuck me, I guess.
[suspenseful music plays]
[truck horn honking]
[dramatic music plays]
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?
[Byrne] 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.
[music fades]
[sighs]
[ominous music plays]
[shotgun racks]
What the fuck are you doing in my bar?
Stand up!
[sighs]
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!
[exaggerated sigh]
Sure. But, uh...
you do need ammunition,
and I have yours.
[vocalizes tauntingly]
[trigger clicks]
[grunts, then gasps]
Whoo!
[humming jubilantly]
[sighs]
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!
[gasps, whimpers]
You need to think about what comes out of your mouth next.
[sobbing]
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.
[dialing phone]
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?
[somber music plays]
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.
[whispers] No.
[sob catches]
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.
[shuddering breaths]
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.
[door closes]
[dramatic music plays]
[Elena] Dear Peter:
The hardest thing to see
is what is in front of your eyes.
El.
[dramatic music builds slowly]
[dramatic music turns suspenseful]
[engine starts]
[Naomi] 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.
[computer alert chimes]
[suspenseful music plays]
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.
[phone chimes]
Change of plans.
[computer powering up]
[keys clacking]
And the files are decrypted.
[sighs] 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?
[ominous music plays]
Open the file that says--
[electronic dance music echoing in distance]
[music grows louder]
[ringing]
[electronic dance music thumping]
[ears ringing]
Uh, what's up?
[music echoing]
[suspenseful music layers over]
[shotgun racks]
Down!
[whimpering]
[shell clatters on ground]
[sighs] Finally.
The Painter.
[gunshots]
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!
[whistle screeching]
[screaming]
[ears ringing]
[groaning]
[gunshot]
[shotgun racks]
[gunshots]
[bell jingles]
[sighs]
[grim music plays]
[breathing rapidly]
[gasps]
Miles.
Where is The Painter going?
It's Niles.
[stammers] 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.
[electronic dance music playing over headphones]
Lucy?
Lucy!
[somber music plays]
I'm so sorry, Lucy.
[sighs]
[clears throat]
[gasping softly]
[inhales sharply, grunts]
[inhales sharply]
[panting]
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.
[chuckles sadly]
"Critical redundancy." "...redundancy."
[inhales deeply]
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--
[audio fails]
...danger.
You have to find her, Peter.
Protect her. She's with--
Fuck.
[tense music plays]
[tires screeching]
[brakes squeal]
[both groan]
- Shit. - Move.
Come on, move!
[scream echoes] Dad!
Get in!
[tires screeching]
You okay?
Go after Sophia.
I'll disappear on my own. Go!
[tense music plays]
[tires screeching]
- Hands up! - Show us your hands!
[tires screeching]
He's on the move! Go! Go! Go!
[tires screech]
[man] Now, now!
[indistinct chatter over radios]
[man] Watch it! Easy!
No place to go! Get out of the truck!
[man over radio] Hold your positions!
[suspenseful music continues]
All units, eliminate the target.
[clicks echoing]
[gunfire ceases]
[man] Painter's gone, chief.
Repeat: Painter has vanished.
[softly] 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.
[indistinct chatter over radio]
[panting]
[wolf howls in distance]
[footsteps][indistinct chattering]
[chattering continues]
[Junk Man] I got your six.
I got your six. You come with me.
Come with me now. You'll be safe with me.
[echoes] You'll be safe with me.
On y est presque.
Okay, my brother.
[Junk Man sighing]
Ca y est. Wait.
[men chattering indistinctly]
[man] No sign of him.
[cell phone ringing]
[man] 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!
[dramatic music plays]
It's all good, man.
I'll have you patched up in no time.
Tout ira bien. Don't worry.
[grunts softly]
Hey! Welcome back. Welcome back.
Mm, tout va bien, oui?
You're a medic?
Oh, I'm...
I've been a lot of things...
[without French accent] ...son.
[Peter] 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.
[chuckles]
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.
[gasping softly]
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!
[laughs]
No leaks.
Good.
[laughs]
Thank you.
My pleasure, son.
While you were napping,
did you figure out what they want?
You got a computer?
[vehicle backup alarm beeps]
[indistinct chatter nearby]
[switch clicks][electricity crackles]
[breathing heavily]
[door opens]
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?
[Naomi] 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.
[Kim] 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?
[suspenseful music plays]
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.
[keys clacking]
Bingo. We're in.
[chiming]
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![stammers]
[Byrne] Oh, shit!
[alert blaring]
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.
[phone chimes]
[beeping softly]
[suspenseful music plays]
[hinges creak]
Mind if I borrow a few things?
[Kim] 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.
[shouts] Attention, everyone!
The Painter is incoming.
I need eyes on him before he steps foot into this facility.
Am I clear?
Move![man] You heard her! Let's go!
Intercept teams, into position. The Painter is coming in hot.
We are code red. I repeat, code red.
[indistinct chatter over radios]
[keys clacking rapidly][indistinct conversations]
I'm gonna go over here.
[man] You heard her! Let's go!
[both groan]
[Kim] 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!
[man] Southwest corner! Move!
[grunting]
[groaning][electricity crackling]
[breakers clicking]
[suspenseful music plays]
Perimeter around me. Now!
[man] You two, with me! Defensive formation.
Hold! Hold your position!
[click][man] Heads up!
[explosion]
[gunfire burst][man] We have a man down!
[rapid gunfire]
[indistinct yelling]
[man] Where is he?[groans]
Chief!
[trigger clicks] Shit!
Move.[gunfire continues]
[man] More down! Where is he?
Anyone got eyes on him?
[gunfire continues]
[rapid gunfire]
[tense music plays]
[breathing heavily]
[footsteps approaching]
We need to move you to a more secure location, Sophia.
[gunfire in distance] 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.
[Sophia] Okay. Okay.
[man] Come on! Let's go. Go!
[man] Keep going! Eyes up!
There's a weapon down here.
Watch your corners. Move, move!
[both grunting]
[man groans]
[men groaning]
[groans]
[man] This way! Move!
[grunting]
[music ends abruptly]
And where do you think you're going?
Moving her to a safer location.
[tense music playing]
Come with me.
Both of you.
[men groaning]
[indistinct shouting]
[groaning]
[groans]
[tense music plays]
I'll take it from here.
[ears ringing][Kim] 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--
[gunshot echoes]
[gasps]
[body hits ground]
[pistol racks] Move.
Come on, kid. Move.
Let her go.
Dad.
[air whistles]
Painter!
Let's finish this.
[Sophia whispers] Dad.
[imitates gunshot] 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.
[rapid gunfire]
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.
[suspenseful music plays]
[trigger clicks]
[breathing heavily]
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.
[chuckles]
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.
[neck cracks]
They forced me to be better.
[suspenseful music intensifies]
[grunting]
[both grunting]
[blade clatters on ground]
Whoo!
Come on!
[exhales deeply]
You know, Elena had more fight in her than you do.
She really stuck her neck out there.
[intense music plays]
[chuckles softly]
[grunts]
[grunts angrily][wheezes]
[gasps]
[panting]
[ears ringing][Naomi] Peter, come find us.
[Sophia] Dad!
Dad, please!
Dad, can you hear me?
[music fades]
[ears ringing][Naomi] What took you so long?
I've been waiting a long time to meet you, Painter.
[suspenseful music plays]
You must be Naomi Piasecki.
Hmm. Byrne told you about me?
He said you were ruthless.
[laughing]
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.
[Sophia panting] Dad!
Toss the weapon, Peter.
Game's over.
You okay?
Now where's that flash drive?
[gunshots]
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.
[dramatic music plays]
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?[Sophia gasps]
[Byrne] 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.
[ominous music plays]
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.
[Byrne] 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!
[Elena sobbing] No!
[suspenseful music plays]
[Byrne] Hi, sweetie. Hey.
[wailing]
[Peter] 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.
[sobs]
Peter's gonna know everything soon,
and when he does--
[gasping]
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.
[Byrne] 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.
[Peter] Her temper.
And her courage.
[Byrne] Intern.
Intern!
[groans]
[gasping]
[gasps][Naomi breathes heavily]
[gurgles]
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.
[grim music playing]
[Naomi groaning]
Help me.
[whimpers]
Help yourself.
Fuck you, Peter.
[gasps]
[dramatic music plays]
[keys clacking]
[chimes]
Peter, if you're watching this...
[fast forwarding] ...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.
[ears ringing][rifle racking]
[suspenseful music intensifies]
You have to help them all.
[dramatic music plays]
[dramatic electronic music plays]
[up-tempo dramatic music plays]
[suspenseful music plays]
[music fades]