[theme music playing]
Is it true?
Jonas is dead.
What do we do now?
-Yes? -My name is Koman Nyagah.
I'm head of the Kenyan Democratic Reform Party.
May we have a word?
-We are tired. -We're tired of bosses, thieves and thugs.
-We're tired of corruption. -It's endemic, systemic.
We can no longer ignore the injustice.
-We want to end it. -We need your help.
-We want to fight. -Just as Van Damn would.
We want you to run for office.
[chuckles]
Did Jela put you up to this?
No, my friend. This is not a prank.
-We're dead serious. -We saw you on Kobi Kihara.
-You were amazing. -We believe that with your help,
we can effect some real meaningful change here.
And what do you know about here?
Are you from Kibera?
I thought not.
I think you should leave before my mother returns.
I'm not from here.
But I don't need to be to see the unfairness, the injustice.
Please, just give our proposal some thought.
I'm not a politician.
We're not looking for a politician. We're looking for a leader.
Welcome home.
[Sanyam] And you can probably taste a few new spices.
Trying it out to see if customers like it.
Try. Try this one.
[Kala] Hmm...
Tastes good.
I've added a little bit of saffron and, uh, some...
black spiders. Some shoe leather.
So good.
And a pinch of horse shit.
-My favorite. -Your favorite?
Hmm? [chuckles]
You can taste it?
[Kala laughs]
Sorry.
You want to talk about it?
I would, but there's nothing to talk about.
Everything's perfect. My... My house, my job, my husband...
-Your bodyguard. -[laughs]
A very small price to pay for all of this good fortune.
-A-ha! -What?
Here's a connection. The manufacturer of Angelica's equipment.
How did you get that?
The photos Lito sent from Raoul's room.
God, you're smart.
Abrasax Electronics, still in business,
and still supplying technology to guess-what-school's R and D lab?
University of Chicago.
Which could mean the research Angelica was doing at the cabin
she took with her to Whispers and Kolovi.
-But why would she help them? -Angels!
I bring glad tidings.
I have the solution... to your problem.
Oh, which one?
The one that brought you to Chateau Bug in the middle of the night.
Bendix.
Ugh! The cops are never gonna leave us alone.
True. As long as you're alive, yes.
But they'd stop pretty quick if you were dead, wouldn't they?
-What are you talking about, Bug? -I'm talking E-Death.
But E-Death is just a rumor.
It's real.
Though I use that word cautiously
in this post-Homo sensorium relativity of realities.
What's E-Death?
Supposedly something cooked up by the NSA and CIA--
It's a redaction protocol.
They use it when someone's been renditioned or black-sited
and they want zero accountability.
-Bug-- -I've seen it, buddy.
They erase warrants, records,
anything that might make one agency trip over another one.
They just go poof. And so do you.
If you can do this, why haven't you?
I didn't say I could do it, but I just reached out to the guy that can.
What guy?
Not just any guy. The guy.
Okay, can we stop with the whole pregnant pause-y thing?
Right. Sorry. Right. Okay.
I'll set it.
Up.
Sometimes all my good fortune makes we wonder
whether I'm actually appreciating it enough.
And if I'm honest, I have to admit that, no, I'm not sure I am.
Which then makes me think that there must be some flaw in my personality
or my brain chemistry, which means I just have to get used to the fact
that no matter what happens, I'm never going to be a person
who can ever just... feel happy.
No, that's not true.
Few children in the world ever smiled as easily as my daughter did.
What happened to that girl?
Do you remember the doll you wanted so badly on your birthday?
Uh, it had red hair.
Anna.
God, how you prayed and prayed for that doll.
On your birthday, the whole family had come over.
There was this huge pile of presents on the table, but none of that mattered.
It was like you had this x-ray vision.
You went straight to it, ripped it open and that was it.
Party over.
I loved that doll.
As adults, we learn to carefully open all the rest of the presents.
We are taught to smile and to pretend that all are equally important to us.
But our heart... always knows the truth.
But what if the truth is something that can cause people to feel unhappy
or-- or disappointed or... hurt?
There are times I wish I could go back to being that little girl.
My life was much easier then.
But I'm a woman now,
and part of being a woman is understanding that hearts are complicated things.
They are.
They are indeed.
[dog whimpers]
[chuckles, laughs]
[kisses]
[upbeat music plays]
What you need is a good meal.
Come.
Ladies and gentlemen, we'll now be making a short stop.
Buy some peanuts, stretch your legs, admire the view,
drink in this wonderful morning. We'll be leaving in 15 minutes.
[music continues]
Good?
-[belches] -[laughs]
I guess so.
Hello. I would like to go to NTV.
[laughs]
Turn it up.
Your sister has murdered three more people. Do you care to comment?
It's just, uh... I just wish people could know my sister the way I know her.
It's very hard to connect these terrible crimes
with the person I thought of as my big sister.
If your big sister is listening, what would you like to say to her?
Big sister... please, do the right thing.
Please turn yourself in before anyone else gets hurt.
Sorry.
If you didn't, I would have.
Come, let's get you back where you belong.
I would like to speak with a journalist, Miss Zakia Asalache. Please.
You're Van Damn, isn't it?
Your interview was amazing.
Hey. The one and only Kung Fu King of Kibera.
[man] Vanquisher of crime lords.
-Provider of water to the thirsty masses. -And Internet viral sensation.
Though, I'll be honest, that speech of yours
sounded suspiciously like Zakia herself.
Yeah, come on, Van Damn. Your secret is safe with us.
Zakia invented you, didn't she?
Invented me?
She may have come up with the story,
but there's no way she came up with that jacket.
-That's definitely authentic. -You mean antique.
Yeah, I'm guessing early Bronze Age.
Last worn during the reign of Seyyid Said.
[man laughs]
I don't know you and I'm sorry if you have a problem with me.
It's not us who have the problem, if you're interested in Zakia Asalache.
-Yeah. -Why?
Do we tell him the truth?
[man laughs]
A bit of a sordid tale here, but when Zakia was studying in London,
a story broke out that she preferred lunchboxes to baguettes.
I'm sorry...
She'd rather slurp on a mango than chomp on a banana.
You know, she prefers pussies to puppies.
-Dude, she likes girls. -It was a huge scandal for the family.
You know, her father's a serious muckety-muck.
All we're saying is--
If you've got a dick in those pants, you've got no chance, bro. [chuckles]
Yes. Okay. Okay.
Miss Zakia is in meetings all day and cannot be disturbed. I'm sorry.
-[whispers] Stop. -Could you let her know that...
No, never mind. Thank you.
Oh!
Are you okay?
Prison was good for you.
Tell me you have a war plan.
I have no plan. I have an enemy.
And I won't stop until he's dead.
Or I am.
Good plan.
[Whispers] Good morning, Will.
I love watching a woman wake.
A glimpse of her innocence before she begins assembling herself.
Riley.
Is he here?
True beauty is in that moment of vulnerability.
-I have the blockers. -Yeah.
You won't need them.
This isn't a trick, Will. That game's over for me.
Thanks to you,
I have the most secure position I've ever had in the organization.
[Will] Then what do you want?
I was hoping we could be honest with each other.
I guess it's safe to say you're in London.
When I did my PhD in medicine, I came here for the first time.
I'm in awe of this building.
As much a work of art as it is a fortress.
Soaring, beautiful vertical lines.
The style is called Perpendicular Gothic,
widely used after the Black Plague destroyed much of Europe.
Is this gonna be on the test?
The Black Plague revealed our vulnerabilities and it terrified people.
So what did they do? They built temples to the immortal like this.
Vertical lines descend from heaven,
with all the might of the Lord bearing down on a single point
until it is utterly and irrevocably crushed.
Let me guess... I'm that single point.
No.
I am.
I don't expect you to understand me or my work.
Another misunderstood psychopath.
I am trying to engineer a future with a species that is more violent,
intolerant and possessive than any species in the history of this planet.
Sapiens live in a world designed by their worst fears.
And nothing terrifies them like difference.
You save your fucking justifications. You murdered an innocent girl.
I know you killed Sara Patrell.
Who?
There will always be unfortunate necessities during the construction
of a monument such as this.
I thought a cop would understand that.
Angelica did.
She saw our work as the key to the future for both our species.
[Whispers] This building is a symbol.
Its powerful vertical lines are the assurance of authority.
She believed in what we were doing as much as I did.
Then why did she put a gun in her mouth and blow her brains out?
Why do soldiers kill themselves?
Or cops?
People who bear the full weight of the truth sometimes break, Will.
Angelica broke.
Just like one day you or I might break.
But then you know all about breaking, don't you?
You watched it happen to your father, day after day...
though he chose booze instead of a bullet.
Let me show you what I know about breaking.
[grunts]
Will.
Are you okay?
These extremists won't be happy
until they've dragged the entire world back to Dark Ages.
I'm not sure that's what they're after, but I do take your point.
Maybe we should just discuss a more pleasant subject.
-Good point. -Mm.
-This Banjari Gosht is incredible. -Yes, it's wonderful.
-The balance between spice and masala... -Sanyam, you've totally outdone yourself.
-Thank you. -If you don't mind...
Sanyam, do you understand the kind of the future world
these terrorists hope to build with their bombs?
It's not for me to speak for them.
Well, somebody should. Somebody should because they themselves
obviously can't speak any other language besides violence.
Maybe that was the language that was taught to them.
Oh...
Don't tell me you're one of those liberals who really believes
these psychopaths who murder innocent civilians,
-they themselves are the victims. -No, no, no.
I'm one of those silly people who believe that if you kill someone,
you should be tried for it, whether you're a psychopath, a policeman or a president.
You're worse than a liberal.
Oh, Daya, may I have some of the Dal? Dad, the Dal... phenomenal.
One second, one second. Hold on, hold on. Let me ask you something, Manendra.
As a government insider, tell me, since the British left, the structure of power,
the distribution of wealth, these things remain almost identical.
And sometimes, I ask myself... why?
Maybe a man as smart as you can finally answer this question for me.
You know, I think I'll have a bit more Dal myself.
-Yes, yes. It's very good, right? -[overlapping chatter]
-Really, I'm having so much of the Dal. -Mm. Try some, Father?
In my humble opinion, Sanyam,
societies remain unchanged because the human beings remain unchanged.
Not everyone is born to be a great leader, just as not everybody's born to be a cook.
Okay, I see.
Well, spending a lifetime in the kitchen learning how to cook was my destiny,
just as inheriting a fortune was yours.
[Rajan] Whoa, whoa, whoa! Look at the time!
The conversation has been so stimulating that the evening has just flown by.
-Yeah. You have a meeting. -I have a meeting, yes.
I don't know about the rest of you, but Kala and I
are really beginning to love these family dinners.
-[Kala] Best part of the week. -[laughter]
-[Rajan] Sadly, we have to head home now. -[Kala] Yeah.
-[woman] Bye. -Good evening. Bye, Mum.
[woman] Bye.
Mm? This one... This one's not bad.
-How many pages? -Nine.
But it's good. It's the hero's brother.
-Let me guess, the sensitive brother. -Lifelong bachelor.
-But at least he doesn't die from AIDS. -So he does die.
Drug overdose.
I don't know. It's still a notch up from...
"serial killer who talks with a soft lisp and wears mascara."
You think that's bad? Listen to this.
"The Hispanic coke dealer is about to give another kind of blow job
when he finally gets the bullet he deserves."
I told you. I told you. This is it.
This is how careers end.
You either take the roles you hate or you sit at home
-until you're completely forgotten. -Lito, you're not gonna be forgotten.
Your films are so good and you have so many fans.
Had. I had fans, Dani.
-Look at my Twitter feed. -Hey, you promised no social media.
But it's evidence. It's evidence, Hernando.
It proves no one wants anything to do with me.
Well, that is not true. Somebody wants you and here's the proof.
An all-expenses-paid trip to São Paulo.
[squeals] São Paulo? I've never been.
-Is it an offer? -Yes.
Is it a... Is it a movie offer?
As the grand master of the São Paulo Gay Pride parade.
-Oh, my God! That's amazing! -Come on, guys.
What? What? Last year they had over five million people.
-Are you serious? -It sounds so fun.
Come on, Lito. You have to go.
Maybe this is just what you need.
To remember how many people are affected by what you did.
[Lito] Yeah, great idea.
Then El Tempo can publish pictures of me with five million people
in thongs, leather and feathers. [laughs]
I can't wait for the scripts we get after that.
Family, please, try to understand what is happening here.
I've been typecast.
This is prison for an actor.
I'm trapped here not because of what I did, but because of who I am.
This is painful enough to think about.
But worse...
is facing the idea that... there may be no way out of it.
What the fuck?
What?
It's Lito.
[indistinct dialogue in movie]
What the fuck?
You know Lito Rodriguez?
He's in my cluster.
Lito Rodriguez... is one of the voices in your head?
-Shh! Bug! -Right. Sorry. Shh!
All good.
I've seen this film, like, ten times.
Okay.
The Bug does not do fanboy,
but if you wanted, you could tell him, you know, nice work.
Really?
-Tell him yourself. -What?
He's sitting right there.
Holy shit.
Be cool, Bug.
Perdón?
[in broken Spanish] Major honor, Mr. Rodriguez.
Thank you.
You speak Spanish?
The language of love is the Bug's native tongue.
I thought that was French.
[man gasps]
[applause]
Love this part.
[grunts]
"No more lies."
-"No more lies!" -No more lies!
[crowd cheering, applauding]
Always gets me.
This is where it belongs. This is it.
Mm. I love it.
Ah!
-The light of my life. You remember Ajay. -Of course.
Ajay is laying out the plans for the new tower.
21st Century India. And we are building it right here.
Yeah. Very impressive.
-You texted? -I did.
Um, excuse us, please.
-I'll be back. -My office.
Could be up there someday.
[chuckles]
Now, how can I help?
I wanted to go over the reports.
I'm finding inconsistencies between our drug samples and the quality reports,
and I'm very confused by some of the data from the controller general.
I wouldn't really stress out about it.
I mean, all the CG really wants from us is for us to say
that we are doing the best we can.
I've been through it a million times with the lawyers. Really.
I mean, these reports are mostly done for the sake of appearances.
-But-- -What matters is that we ship on time.
Our clients are depending on us, as I am depending on you.
Come, let's go.
So, Bug, where is he?
[Bug] Who?
You said we were meeting your guy here.
Not my guy, the guy.
Well, where is he?
-[man] Et voilà. -[Bug gasps]
[man] I'm the guy.
-Holy shit. -Shh! Be cool.
[man] Hello, Nomi Marks.
You know who I am?
[man] We've had our eyes on you.
That's kind of cool and kind of creepy.
[man] Yeah, it sounded a little stalkery. Didn't mean it like that.
What did you mean?
[man] Bug's been a bud for a while. We know what you did for him.
When he told us about your troubles,
we looked into it, shall we say... anonymously.
-And what did you find? -How many languages do you speak?
Seven. And, you know, some shitty French from high school.
[man] You're Homo sensorium.
You know about us?
[man] Anyone that's interested in the truth knows about Homo sensorium.
And those three unpleasant letters.
BPO.
Who are they?
[man] Another secret security organization that needs to be taken down.
-How? -[man] We don't know.
They have more money and more autonomy than any other group we've come across.
But ultimately, all that power testifies to one thing.
-What? -How afraid they are of people like you.
Right now, all we can offer you is a little... invisibility.
E-Death.
[man] If you accept this offer, there may come a day when we ask something of you.
What?
[man] Nothing venal, vile or vainglorious.
Rather a vital vertex of virtue,
valor and virtuosity in the name of veracity.
Wow. Did you just come up with that yourself?
-[man] No. There's an app for it. -Ah.
[crowd applauding, cheering]
Hello?
Fuchs?
Anybody home?
Felix?
Hello?
[softly] Where the fuck is everybody?
Pretty, isn't it?
Where's Fuchs?
Shanghai.
So there was no meeting.
I thought it was time for us to get to know each other a little better.
[sighs]
What do you want from me?
Am I being too subtle?
-Playing hard to get? -I'm not interested in playing at all.
Wolfgang, I'm sorry I lied about the Fuchs meeting,
but it's getting very complicated.
You know what's going on, don't you?
Fuchs left town. You're following Volker. It's not rocket science.
He's going after the other kings. That's his choice.
Maybe it will work out for Sebastian, maybe it won't.
What I'm going to make sure is that it works out for me.
Hm.
-And maybe-- -Me.
It's been a while since I've met one of us as tempting as you.
I told you, I'm not interested.
You might not want to admit it... but we need each other.
You're wrong. I don't need anyone.
[doorbell rings]
[man] Hello. [clears throat]
Mun. From Seoul Metropolitan Police.
I was hoping to talk to you about Sun Bak.
Hope is undiscovered disappointment.
I hope to keep her alive.
Do you?
[clears throat]
-Come on. -Thank you.
You, uh...
Oh, thank you.
You know her well, don't you?
I was her teacher.
When I was a young man, I fought her once.
But she used a different name.
Her father did not approve of women fighting.
Ah.
I was stupid like him, too.
I was cocky.
And then she kicked my ass.
She did that a lot.
I never forgot it.
[laughs] But I became better because of her, though.
Many people have made up their mind about Ms. Bak,
and I was wondering about you.
Do you think she has done all the things that she's been accused of?
The person I trained? The person I know?
This is not the same person the TV talks about.
[grunts]
Just between the two of us, something stinks in the story of her escape.
For some reason, the security camera covering her cell was out,
as was the one in the laundry hall.
And the guards, they were not from the prison. They came from Seoul.
Mm.
The tea is still warm. Did you just have a guest?
A friend.
I figured.
Ms. Bak, I think, could use a friend.
Look, what she's trying to do, as good as she is... she cannot do alone.
Thanks for the tea.
-How long will it take? -I don't know.
I never redacted anyone before.
Uh-oh. What was that?
[Bug typing]
[beeping]
-Oh, my God. -What?
I alarmed the police reports on you and... Jesus.
-What? -They're gone.
BOLO's gone, wants and warrants gone, person of interest gone.
[computer beeping]
Shit.
[gasps]
It's official.
I'm dead.
Hello.
It's good to see you.
Good to see you, too.
Tequila?
-Please. -Squared?
Cubed.
Eight?
Eight.
I've been hoping you would come back, so I could say thank you.
Why?
When you burst in here the last time,
you were so full of fire and with a sense of fearlessness.
And then you kissed me and...
Well, let's just say I was... inspired.
I got home that night and I proposed to my boyfriend,
and we got married.
That's my Pepe there.
Hello, Pepe.
How are you?
We had the best year of our lives.
But I know I would have never been brave enough to do it... without that kiss.
Courage. It is contagious.
Well, the drink's on us.
Thank you.
He's right.
Nothing changes if we keep playing it safe.
Look at me.
Look at us.
We're hiding in holes.
Whispers has turned me into a fugitive.
He's got me acting like one and thinking like one.
I'm not.
I'm a cop.
A fugitive runs because he's alone.
A cop knows he's not.
Whispers showed me something.
Something I've been missing.
It's the scale of this fight.
Why does BPO have so many resources?
It has to be because there is a lot more of us out there than we thought.
-We need... -...to find them.
[indistinct dialogue]
[crowd cheering]
Vincent, this is Riley.
We risked so much to get you free, Riley.
It seems very dangerous to me, exposing ourselves like this.
Vincent offered us protection.
Guys, are we really going to put our lives in the hands of someone like Vincent?
What do you mean someone like Vincent?
-Someone who-- -Doesn't like his movies.
Nah. Nah.
Well, I mean, taste in movies says a lot about someone.
Sun?
You can't win a fight protecting yourself.
Nomi?
A coded media alert can make it almost impossible
for cops to respond fast enough.
Not just the plan. What do you think about the risk itself?
Your life is either defined by the system...
or by the way you defy the system.
Wolfgang?
Fear never fixed anything.
To courage.
[upbeat rock music plays]
[man] The one and only Riley Blue!
[music continues]
-Uh... hi. -[crowd cheering]
I don't usually talk up here.
But I need to say something I should have said a year ago.
I wasted a lot of my life with my eyes looking down.
Afraid of anything beyond the next step.
And then something happened to me.
Someone reminded me to look up.
And I wanted to tell that someone thank you.
I wanted to tell you that I love you.
I love you.
Tonight, I want everyone in this room to know... that I see you.
I believe in you.
And as long as we're together...
I know that there's nothing we can't do.
[music continues]
[electronic music plays]
Holy shit!
This was careless, Will.
No. This was amazing.
-The cops are coming. -Cops are coming. We gotta get her out.
See you soon, Milt.
-Sorry, love. Fun's over. -He's the club owner. Come on.
-Gotta go. -Cops are coming.
Gotta go! Gotta go!
[crowd shouting]
Oh! No! You idiots! No! Outside!
Outside!