In from the Cold (2022) s01e02 Episode Script
The Bride
1
[indistinct chatter.]
[prisoner 1, in Spanish.]
Where are you? Come with us.
[prisoner 2 speaking in Spanish.]
[prisoner 2.]
Sweetie.
[men chattering in Spanish.]
What the hell are you guys doing? [in English.]
Get out of here, you pack of dicks, before I throw you all in the hole.
[prisoner 3, in Spanish.]
Where the hell did that guard come from? I don't fucking know.
I've never seen him before.
[indistinct announcement on PA.]
[in English.]
Fuck.
Chauncey? This Yannick better be real.
Because if not, I won't only kill you.
I will kill your family, your dog and your goldfish.
Hell, I'll even find your fucking prom date and kill her too.
[opening theme music playing.]
[Chauncey.]
You sound hoarse.
Everything okay? You knew I could morph? [Chris.]
You can morph? What she talking about? Chris will help you locate Yannick Mair.
[Chris.]
Now that you're in, I used a commlink to hack into the mainframe.
It shows Yannick in block G, on the south side of the facility, past the prison yard.
I can still guide her there even though she ditched the suit.
No.
I will handle it.
Anya, follow the plan.
[Jenny.]
I am.
I can see the yard from here.
[Chauncey.]
Just be careful.
[indistinct chatter in Spanish.]
I'm in.
Found it.
[Chauncey.]
Great.
Now find Yannick.
[man whistling.]
About time.
I'm starving.
Where's Pablo? Above my pay grade.
Russki? Working as a federal guard? [both grunting.]
Talk.
[breathing heavily.]
Three of your associates have been killed or they have been compromised.
- I'm here to help you.
- [laughing.]
Nobody helps.
They just want.
So, what's in it for Yannick? Whatever you want.
Nobody can guarantee that.
The CIA can.
[grunts.]
[breathing heavily.]
Why didn't you say you were with the Americans? - I was hired to assess security.
- For what and by whom? A plan to disrupt the [grunting.]
- Disrupt the - [Chauncey.]
Anya, what's happening? Shit.
They poisoned your food.
[Chauncey.]
They did what? [choking.]
[choking stops.]
Fuck! He's dead.
[Chauncey.]
Find his phone.
[Jenny.]
It must be here somewhere.
[Chris.]
Wait, there's a weak signal from the middle of the room.
Bingo.
Got it.
[alarm blaring.]
[man yelling in Spanish.]
[dogs barking.]
- You prick.
- [grunts and groans.]
- In and out in one hour? Bullshit.
- [Chris.]
What's wrong with y'all? There she is.
[Chris.]
Chauncey.
Chauncey.
Who the hell is that? Y'all need to chill.
[gun cocks.]
Calm the hell down.
[breathing heavily.]
You knew all along that it was a prison to set me up.
And you lied, again.
You tried to hide the fact you could body-morph.
But, yes, I knew.
It was all in your files.
So I had no choice but to make you play your hand.
Fuck you.
Hey, hey.
Everybody chill the fuck out.
[panting.]
You find anything back there? Yannick is dead.
This is his burner phone.
[panting.]
What now? [Chris.]
Who are you supposed to be? Just a Russian paper pusher.
- [in Russian.]
You could call.
- That's enough, Dad, come on.
You really look like somebody else.
I mean, it's pretty incredible.
You have no idea what you've done to me.
Yeah, right.
Like I should believe any [Jenny groaning and grunting.]
[bones cracking.]
You okay? - Hey, what's going on back there, man? - [Jenny screaming.]
[Chris.]
Mother of God! [Chauncey.]
Your vitals are all back to normal.
You okay? You tell me.
It's all in my file.
You're the only human subject to ever survive what the Russians called "The Yaroslav Program.
" It puts an almost unbearable strain on my internal organs.
It started out as a bio-weapons program as far back as the '80s under the KGB.
What's it matter? You need to believe me when I tell you that I don't know if I can do this again.
Or if I can even sustain it next time.
It's been 20 years.
And after all these years, you didn't learn a few tricks? Iron helps replenish me.
But it certainly doesn't take away the pain.
Sorry.
I doubt that.
What can I do? Let me go.
I can't do that.
How did you find me? [winces.]
What's it matter? Because it's my life.
[sighs.]
An ex-Russian intelligence agent turned private investigator for black market clientele.
He sold me a lead and I followed it.
Impossible.
I scrubbed everything about my life.
Buried it deep and long.
You'll go crazy trying to figure out what went wrong.
I'll go even crazier if I don't.
We have a bigger problem right now.
Your daughter.
Fuck.
Becca must be freaking out.
Oh, it's all good.
- We handled it.
- What do you mean you handled it? Becca started to text you about your whereabouts, so I had to respond.
How? You don't have my cell phone.
I cloned it.
When you was unconscious back in the safe house.
You're officially on my shit list.
I'm just following orders.
Where have I heard that before? Regardless, we needed a cover story.
So, I told Becca you decided to have dinner in Getafe and missed the last train back to Madrid.
Why didn't I take an Uber? Your credit card was compromised.
You're getting a new card FedEx'd, so you had to stay at a small bed-and-breakfast.
And you paid cash.
But the real point is, if you're going to be successful in your mission, Becca's gotta go home.
You got kids, Chauncey? I don't even have a plant.
Well, logic, reason, whatever you wanna call it, it all goes out the window when you have kids.
I'm not following.
I understand the danger I'm putting myself in and, along those lines, my daughter.
But the truth is [sniffles.]
she's had a real tough year.
With my divorce and, uh, Mean Girl shit, you name it.
So, her just being able to participate in this competition I'm telling you, it means everything to Becca and I'm not taking that from her.
- No, I'm gonna have to demand - Let me worry about my daughter.
- If this becomes a distraction - I said I'll handle it.
[sighs.]
When this is all over, do I get to go back to my real life? I don't know.
I figured.
- Thanks.
- For what? The truth.
[sighs.]
[Becca.]
No.
She's not home.
She was supposed to be back last night and then she I don't know.
[scoffs.]
I literally don't know where she is.
No.
She sent me three texts last night and then nothing.
- No.
I mean - [door opens.]
Maddie, I need to call you back.
What the fuck, Mom? It's okay.
"Okay"? I left you in bed last night after you'd already disappeared once, thinking you were jet-lagged and you'd sleep it off, only to come home and find your room trashed like you had Cardi B over for a girls' night.
I'm sorry.
I didn't clean up and it was an irresponsible, last-minute thing to do.
And I had to hurry.
Right.
Before or after you downed a dozen bottles of booze? Oh, those little bottles? Don't be silly.
Those make up one real glass.
And I accidentally knocked over a couple, they spilled out Plus, you missed the train, had spotty cell service and your credit card was compromised? Yes.
But, luckily, I got to stay at this tiny bed-and-breakfast operated by this lovely little old couple, Pablo and LucÃa.
And your hair? Um - Oh, I needed a change, you know.
- No, I don't, Mom.
Are those my fricking clothes? Yeah.
I didn't think you'd mind.
Please tell me.
Are you having one of those What do you call them? - [chuckling.]
A midlife crisis? - Nervous fucking breakdown! No! No.
No, I'm not.
Hey, are you hungry? Because I'm absolutely starving.
Right.
That has nothing to do with what we're talking about right now.
Why don't we go downstairs and get one of those little Um, what do you call them? Empanadas? But let me change my bra first.
This one's killing me.
[chuckles.]
What is it you girls say now, "Free the nipple"? - Oh, my God.
Don't say that again.
- Because it is your whole tit, - not just the nipple.
So - Mom, stop.
Just go change.
Mmm.
[sighs in relief.]
Mom, what is wrong with you? [chuckling.]
I think I'm a little anemic.
I need some iron.
[moaning in relief.]
[sighs.]
What is it that I wanted to ask you? - I don't know, Mom.
I'm not a mind-reader.
- Hmm.
When is Dad coming to see you skate? He's not.
- I'm so sorry, honey.
- I'm used to it.
Don't say that.
[chuckling.]
It's true.
It's always something about his work.
Hmm.
You know, it's also his work that [inhales deeply.]
pays for this trip, your ice-skating lessons, and our house.
So, because Dad pays for everything it means he gets to miss everything? All I'm saying is, he sacrifices a lot for us too.
You're defending him? I know he did something that led to your divorce.
I'm not stupid, Mom.
It's complicated.
Actually, it's not.
You deserve better.
This isn't the time or the place.
It's never the time or the place for you to open up.
Oh, come on, Bec.
That's unfair.
Isn't it? [sighs.]
Because I don't know why you and Dad got divorced.
Or anything about your childhood, your parents, your dreams.
Anything about you.
I told you.
When Yeah.
When I'm older, you'll tell me everything and What is the big secret? You act like you're some kind of secret spy or something.
You know what? I don't even care anymore.
This? Us? It's gonna be whatever it's gonna be.
I'm not trying to be difficult Yeah, you just are.
Okay.
Fine.
I get it.
You want some space.
So, how about I miss the morning practice - and we meet up afterwards? - You can't.
All the chaperones have to be there.
But, yeah, after that maybe you can I don't know.
Occupy yourself with whatever.
Bec, I [breathing heavily.]
[Russian rock song playing on speakers.]
[in Russian.]
Faina can't come.
Her dad grounded her for going out the other night.
- For how long? - Who knows? Her dad's a dick.
But all the same, in Faina's honor, let's get shit-faced.
- [exclaims.]
- [chuckles.]
Come on.
You still got me.
Yeah, but without Faina, we can't have a threesome.
- "Threesome"? - Mmm.
I was going to have a girl-to-girl talk with Faina about the three of us getting into some trouble.
I mean, unless you're not interested in that? No, no, no.
Of course.
If there's a party happening, I'm always down.
You know that.
Well, I was really hoping it was tonight.
It can still be.
Just - minus one.
- [scoffs.]
Been there, done that.
[inhales deeply.]
Let's do something we'll never forget.
Right.
Absolutely.
Love the way you're thinking.
Maybe I should talk to Faina so next time we meet, we can just get to it.
Yeah, yeah.
For sure.
She got a number I can hit her up on? Uh-huh.
Um But the thing is, the phone is probably tapped.
So, you got to be careful what you say.
[Jenny.]
Got it.
Let's drink? Yes.
Can you bring some? [Russian pop song playing on headphones.]
[telephone ringing.]
[in English.]
Hello? [chuckles.]
[in Russian.]
Heard someone is on lockdown.
Yeah.
Some cute girl got me in trouble.
Not yet, she didn't.
Promises, promises.
Tell me, Faina, do you believe in miracles? No, I like you.
Please don't be one of those cheesy girls who believes in unicorns.
Look out your window, silly.
Now I can even start believing in Santa Claus.
[laughing.]
So, what are you doing up there? Having a second date with you.
Hmm.
By the way, you should be careful what you say.
[whispers.]
The phone is probably bugged.
Don't worry.
I took care of that.
Well, aren't you full of surprises.
So, what do you want to talk about? Anything.
I just want to get to know you.
When Chernobyl had the meltdown, my mother was doing research in a town 50 kilometers south.
Most of her team was dead within three years.
Faina, I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
Me, too.
And last night I lost this pendant she gave me.
But I'm not sure where.
Maybe at the station.
She gave you this to remember her by? Yes.
She gave my father her jewelry box.
And when you open it, a precious little ballerina inside turns while it plays this piece by Tchaikovsky.
[Jenny.]
That's nice.
I wish I had something, anything, to remind me of my mother.
Why? What happened to her? She died in a fire when I was five.
[sighs.]
It's okay.
[Faina.]
Yeah.
It is.
Because I think we were meant to find each other, Anya.
[in English.]
Yannick's phone didn't give us anything? Looks like all his calls were made to one landline number.
So, that landline is probably hooked up to some kind of router which encrypted his real calls.
Great.
So, what now? If we wanna know who he was talking to, plotting with, we need to get that router.
Can you trace that? Of course.
What do you think? That's the first thing I did.
Look, it's in this area called Pan Bendito.
That's not exactly the friendliest part of Madrid.
[coach.]
Okay, girls.
Come on.
Let's see some jumps.
High on them blades.
Hello? Where you at? Ice-skating practice.
Leave.
I can't.
I thought we had this discussion.
I don't have many commitments here, but this is one of them.
So, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait.
- [chuckles.]
- I'll hit you back when I'm done.
Very nice.
Lovely jump, Becca.
Okay.
Good, girls.
Now, I need to Kimberly, Kelly, over here, please.
[sighs.]
Look at you.
I love your hair.
Oh, thanks.
Just needed a change.
So, girl, how's the trip so far? It's, uh you know, good.
Come on, now, don't shine me, Jenny.
Just, um Becca and I are not getting along, so It's tough.
Whatever I do or say is wrong.
Get in line.
It wasn't so long ago, I was Becca's everything.
- I wish I could go back to that.
- No.
See, that's where you lose me.
When they're little, you got to be more patient and understanding.
But now, whenever Maddie acts like she knows better, I remind her I brought her into this world and I can take her out.
[both laughing.]
[groans.]
[Jenny.]
They just think we're so pathetic.
They have no idea we were once young and not so I don't know, mom-like? [sighs.]
I'm just worried I've messed Becca up.
And she's gonna spend the rest of her life in some therapy chair.
[Ladonna.]
Girl, that train has already left the station.
No matter what we do, we fuck them up somehow.
You're probably right.
You know I am.
They just need to grow up and figure their own shit out.
That's all I'm saying.
[Jenny.]
Hmm.
[coughing.]
What? You think I can sit through these cold-ass, boring-ass practices sober? You crazy.
By the way, your secret is safe with me.
Becca told Maddie you keep disappearing and not coming home.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Yes, it is.
You out there trying to catch some dick.
[chuckles.]
Uh It's not exactly Don't sweat it.
You keep doing you and I'll keep an eye on Becca.
Thank you.
[coach.]
Too loud! I don't wanna hear that toe kick.
Spin the leg.
Lose the bling.
Ain't gonna happen.
Told you, it's my lucky watch.
My mama gave it to me.
Always keeps me safe.
Where you from again? The Big Peach.
Atlanta.
There are bad neighborhoods there, right? My hood, Grove Park ain't no joke.
Okay.
Well, imagine Grove Park and all the steroids.
That's what we're about to walk into.
[Chris.]
And your point is? They're gonna take your watch.
[scoffs.]
White boy from Peoria, you're gonna school me on the hood? [chuckles.]
It's not about that.
We're, uh, trying to keep a low profile and you're walking in there with a year's worth of salary on your wrist.
Okay.
Look, I'll cover it up.
But I ain't taking it off, man.
[Chauncey.]
All right.
Let me ask you something.
Why am I here, again? 'Cause I'm IT support.
Or did you forget? I need back up and Anya's unavailable.
- Wasn't part of the deal, motherfucker.
- It is now.
Look, just follow my lead.
[knock on door.]
[in Spanish.]
Hi.
What's your name? Vasco.
- Vasco.
You speak English, Vasco? - A little bit.
[in English.]
We're looking to speak to Yannick.
Is he in? Come.
[in Spanish.]
Thank you.
["Sana Sana" playing.]
Wait.
I'll find Yannick.
These kids are running a full-on troll farm.
[Chauncey.]
Yannick had his fingers in a lot of pies.
No, no.
What's whack is these kids are sitting here in Spain spreading misinformation, disinformation, throughout the world, man.
They could do more damage than a nuclear weapon.
You packing, by any chance? - Excuse me? - Do you have a gun? No.
Why? Well, he just went to go get Yannick, but - Yannick is dead.
- [Chris.]
Maybe they don't know that.
But we know he is.
So, who is little Vasco getting? I don't know, man.
His mama.
[woman.]
Gentlemen! I hear you're looking for Yannick.
SÃ.
We're, uh, old friends.
Looking to do some business.
Yannick will be here any second.
So, can I bring you some cervezas while you wait? Sure.
Everyone remain calm.
[guns cocking.]
[Chris.]
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
- [door opens.]
- Oh, my God.
[in Spanish.]
You got a problem.
- [chuckles.]
- [in English.]
Yannick is dead.
[in Spanish.]
That's a lie.
[in English.]
It's not a lie.
He's dead.
That's why you haven't heard from him.
[Chris.]
Yeah, uh so you're all free now.
Why don't y'all go hack NASA or the Philippines? Whatever the fuck y'all wanna do, just let us go, please? Right after you give us that device you've been using to encrypt Yannick's calls from prison.
- Why do you need that? - That's my business.
But, in return, you can keep operating here freely.
I give you my word that the local authorities won't bother you.
Please don't let me get killed by a bunch of kids.
I don't wanna die like this.
With this White man.
Deal.
Oh, my God.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you.
But we want the watch.
The router for the watch.
It's a fair trade.
Que no? [chuckles.]
No, no.
No "Que no.
" My mama gave me this watch.
Ask her for another then.
My mama gonna kill me.
At least you have a mom.
Oh, you're gonna take it there.
Okay.
All right.
Take the damn watch, man.
It looks so much better on me.
Look.
Ooh.
- No, it don't.
- It does.
- Look.
- It don't.
It does not.
You know what? Keep the damn watch.
Shut up.
[door opens.]
- [Jenny.]
And then I'll make some lunch.
- [cell phone chimes.]
You looked good on the ice today.
Yeah.
[cell phone chimes.]
[Becca typing.]
[Jenny.]
Can we talk? Becca, I just asked you something.
What? I didn't hear you.
[sighs.]
What are you doing? I'm trying to communicate.
You didn't wanna talk before.
Well, I wanna talk now.
The girls are getting together in a few.
I need to shower and get ready.
I understand you more than you know.
Yeah, if you say so.
Hey.
I love you.
You know that, right? Yeah, but sometimes you say it and I'm not sure you mean it.
What? I don't know exactly.
It's like we talked about.
Maybe a little space on this trip is the best for both of us.
[door closes.]
[Chris.]
Yannick's router had much more than just phone numbers on it.
You see all these numbers? They're coded values that correspond to a series of longitudes and latitudes.
Coordinates which could suggest specific locations that could be targeted for a terrorist attack.
Or a series of attacks in and around the city of Madrid.
And it looks as if each of our so-called victims, the businessman, the student and the plaza lady, can all be traced back to an individual target site.
[Chauncey.]
Our businessman, Mario Santa-Cruz, was a CEO of a very successful trading company with an office in the Centro Colón.
Our student, Kristian Arija Ax, was an opera buff who worked at the box office of the Teatro Real.
And our plaza lady, Bárbara Pérez Soler, was head of marketing at the Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas.
Mm-hmm.
And I'd say, what Yannick got from these folks was some good inside intel on site security.
[Chauncey.]
I don't get why Yannick Mair, a local figure in organized crime, is now becoming a terrorist.
Or why the CIA cares about any of this in the first place.
The US is invested in the stability of European democracies.
[chuckles sarcastically.]
So what you're saying is, the reason is on a need-to-know basis and I do not need to know.
Yes.
I deciphered something else from this data.
One more victim who hasn't yet been accounted for.
Her name is Lidia Orsorio.
She works as a docent at the Temple of Debod.
It's this ancient temple that was a gift from the Egyptian government.
It was moved stone by stone and rebuilt in the Parque del Oeste near the Madrid royal palace.
So it has strategic value due to its proximity to the royal palace.
For sure.
Yeah.
And what about this Lidia woman? Not only is she alive and well, she is set to tie the knot tomorrow afternoon at the church of Santa Engracia in Zaragoza.
So, the question is, why hasn't something happened to Lidia? - [church bell tolling.]
- [indistinct chatter.]
[Chauncey.]
So far, so good.
[Jenny.]
Calm before the storm.
I'm more a "glass half-filled" kinda guy.
I'm Russian.
There's no glass to begin with, so nothing to fill.
[indistinct chatter.]
So, was your wedding anything like this, Jenny? I know what you're doing.
Yeah.
Getting to know you.
Anything I tell you will be used against me at some point or another.
Or, we're just getting to know one another.
Oh.
You first then.
- Ever been married? - No.
Engaged? Yes.
What happened? [inhales deeply.]
Life.
It's a marathon, not a sprint.
Says the divorcée.
Maybe I got tired of running.
But it wasn't always like that? Of course not.
[indistinct chatter.]
He sweep you off your feet? I got pregnant with Becca.
Shotgun wedding? Drag queen, "Tequila Mockingbird," officiating at Burning Man.
[chuckles.]
Romantic.
Practical.
I needed health insurance.
[imperceptible.]
You love him? He's the father of my child.
That doesn't answer the question.
[people murmuring.]
Chauncey Yeah, I see.
[woman 1 gasps.]
[woman 2 crying.]
[grunting.]
- I got him.
You get to her.
- Copy that.
[people in church panicking.]
[Chauncey.]
Hey, buddy.
Look at me.
Eyes right here.
I'm here to help you.
Put the gun down.
Lidia! [grunting.]
Put the gun down.
- [woman 4 screams.]
- [Jenny.]
Lidia! Lidia! [gasps.]
Shit.
[somber music playing.]
Oh, God.
[indistinct chatter.]
Have you seen how many sequins Claire has managed to cram onto her costume? Okay, she has the most bedazzled bodice in the history of big-titted bitches.
Come on, your costume is so much better than hers.
[Maddie.]
Yeah, but I'm missing that flair.
You know how the judges are.
They're all about bling and glitter.
Well, we'll work it out.
We better.
[Becca.]
Okay.
I'll catch you later.
[Maddie.]
See ya.
[bird chirping.]
[glass thuds.]
["Jupiter 4" playing.]
Baby, baby, baby I've been searching for you I wanted to be in love Baby, baby, baby I've been waiting, waiting, waiting My whole life for someone like you It's true that everyone Would like to have me A love so real A love so real A love so real Our love so real [Chris.]
Goddamn, Chauncey! You exposed yourself back there! I had no choice.
It don't even matter.
Zaragoza police They're gonna be all over this shit now.
Bullets I used won't trace back to us.
Bullshit [sighs.]
Some of those girls weren't much older than Becca.
I know.
So, Lidia She just merked her entire bridal party? No.
I looked into her eyes.
That was not Lidia or Miguel.
They were both innocent victims of some sort of mind control I've never seen before.
Yeah.
I agree.
Whoever has that skillset wants to cover their tracks by making it look like something The Whisper might do.
Is your past coming back to haunt you? Everyone from back then is either dead or in Siberia.
Which is worse than death.
I'm gonna look at more of Lidia's bio here.
See if I can find who she might go to for help or maybe where she might go to lay low for a while.
Give me that.
I know a little something about how to disappear.
I'll find her.
[in Russian.]
You owe me.
You'll get yours.
Don't worry about it.
[Faina.]
And? From our girlfriend.
[chuckling.]
- What's this? - [Su-Yin chuckles.]
[Faina gasping.]
Mom.
MARSHAL TUKHACHEVSKY STREET.
[sighs.]
[woman.]
Good work, little bird.
With the tracking device in the pendant, we can map out the embassy.
Thank you.
[woman.]
Seems you were right.
The girl was a better mark than the ambassador's son.
["Island Of Doom" playing.]
[sighs.]
Destiny made her way And found you in a room They told me, they told me To undo the rule Of mind and body And nature laughed away As their voices grew They told me, they told me Clean out the room and bury the body But I know you With a heartbeat So how does the night feel? When the lights fade out Lights fade out When the lights fade out When the lights fade out Lights fade out When the lights fade out But now it's gone It's gone, it's gone But now it's gone It's gone, it's gone [sighs.]
Okay, Lidia.
Let's go.
[clears throat.]
You have Miguel's family here.
But you don't have yours.
No parents, no siblings.
Why? "May 9th, 1999.
" "Small plane catches fire, Carmen and Mateo Orsorio killed.
" "But their daughter, Lidia, survives.
" [sighs.]
So you were left an orphan.
All alone.
Until you met Miguel.
Fell in love.
And now you've lost Miguel.
You have no home.
Nowhere you will feel safe.
No way to be with the people you love.
Unless Cementerio de La Almudena.
[Lidia crying.]
- Lidia.
Do not be afraid.
I'm - No! I did horrible things.
I killed my friends.
You stay away! Lidia.
Please.
Let me help you.
Lidia
[prisoner 1, in Spanish.]
Where are you? Come with us.
[prisoner 2 speaking in Spanish.]
[prisoner 2.]
Sweetie.
[men chattering in Spanish.]
What the hell are you guys doing? [in English.]
Get out of here, you pack of dicks, before I throw you all in the hole.
[prisoner 3, in Spanish.]
Where the hell did that guard come from? I don't fucking know.
I've never seen him before.
[indistinct announcement on PA.]
[in English.]
Fuck.
Chauncey? This Yannick better be real.
Because if not, I won't only kill you.
I will kill your family, your dog and your goldfish.
Hell, I'll even find your fucking prom date and kill her too.
[opening theme music playing.]
[Chauncey.]
You sound hoarse.
Everything okay? You knew I could morph? [Chris.]
You can morph? What she talking about? Chris will help you locate Yannick Mair.
[Chris.]
Now that you're in, I used a commlink to hack into the mainframe.
It shows Yannick in block G, on the south side of the facility, past the prison yard.
I can still guide her there even though she ditched the suit.
No.
I will handle it.
Anya, follow the plan.
[Jenny.]
I am.
I can see the yard from here.
[Chauncey.]
Just be careful.
[indistinct chatter in Spanish.]
I'm in.
Found it.
[Chauncey.]
Great.
Now find Yannick.
[man whistling.]
About time.
I'm starving.
Where's Pablo? Above my pay grade.
Russki? Working as a federal guard? [both grunting.]
Talk.
[breathing heavily.]
Three of your associates have been killed or they have been compromised.
- I'm here to help you.
- [laughing.]
Nobody helps.
They just want.
So, what's in it for Yannick? Whatever you want.
Nobody can guarantee that.
The CIA can.
[grunts.]
[breathing heavily.]
Why didn't you say you were with the Americans? - I was hired to assess security.
- For what and by whom? A plan to disrupt the [grunting.]
- Disrupt the - [Chauncey.]
Anya, what's happening? Shit.
They poisoned your food.
[Chauncey.]
They did what? [choking.]
[choking stops.]
Fuck! He's dead.
[Chauncey.]
Find his phone.
[Jenny.]
It must be here somewhere.
[Chris.]
Wait, there's a weak signal from the middle of the room.
Bingo.
Got it.
[alarm blaring.]
[man yelling in Spanish.]
[dogs barking.]
- You prick.
- [grunts and groans.]
- In and out in one hour? Bullshit.
- [Chris.]
What's wrong with y'all? There she is.
[Chris.]
Chauncey.
Chauncey.
Who the hell is that? Y'all need to chill.
[gun cocks.]
Calm the hell down.
[breathing heavily.]
You knew all along that it was a prison to set me up.
And you lied, again.
You tried to hide the fact you could body-morph.
But, yes, I knew.
It was all in your files.
So I had no choice but to make you play your hand.
Fuck you.
Hey, hey.
Everybody chill the fuck out.
[panting.]
You find anything back there? Yannick is dead.
This is his burner phone.
[panting.]
What now? [Chris.]
Who are you supposed to be? Just a Russian paper pusher.
- [in Russian.]
You could call.
- That's enough, Dad, come on.
You really look like somebody else.
I mean, it's pretty incredible.
You have no idea what you've done to me.
Yeah, right.
Like I should believe any [Jenny groaning and grunting.]
[bones cracking.]
You okay? - Hey, what's going on back there, man? - [Jenny screaming.]
[Chris.]
Mother of God! [Chauncey.]
Your vitals are all back to normal.
You okay? You tell me.
It's all in my file.
You're the only human subject to ever survive what the Russians called "The Yaroslav Program.
" It puts an almost unbearable strain on my internal organs.
It started out as a bio-weapons program as far back as the '80s under the KGB.
What's it matter? You need to believe me when I tell you that I don't know if I can do this again.
Or if I can even sustain it next time.
It's been 20 years.
And after all these years, you didn't learn a few tricks? Iron helps replenish me.
But it certainly doesn't take away the pain.
Sorry.
I doubt that.
What can I do? Let me go.
I can't do that.
How did you find me? [winces.]
What's it matter? Because it's my life.
[sighs.]
An ex-Russian intelligence agent turned private investigator for black market clientele.
He sold me a lead and I followed it.
Impossible.
I scrubbed everything about my life.
Buried it deep and long.
You'll go crazy trying to figure out what went wrong.
I'll go even crazier if I don't.
We have a bigger problem right now.
Your daughter.
Fuck.
Becca must be freaking out.
Oh, it's all good.
- We handled it.
- What do you mean you handled it? Becca started to text you about your whereabouts, so I had to respond.
How? You don't have my cell phone.
I cloned it.
When you was unconscious back in the safe house.
You're officially on my shit list.
I'm just following orders.
Where have I heard that before? Regardless, we needed a cover story.
So, I told Becca you decided to have dinner in Getafe and missed the last train back to Madrid.
Why didn't I take an Uber? Your credit card was compromised.
You're getting a new card FedEx'd, so you had to stay at a small bed-and-breakfast.
And you paid cash.
But the real point is, if you're going to be successful in your mission, Becca's gotta go home.
You got kids, Chauncey? I don't even have a plant.
Well, logic, reason, whatever you wanna call it, it all goes out the window when you have kids.
I'm not following.
I understand the danger I'm putting myself in and, along those lines, my daughter.
But the truth is [sniffles.]
she's had a real tough year.
With my divorce and, uh, Mean Girl shit, you name it.
So, her just being able to participate in this competition I'm telling you, it means everything to Becca and I'm not taking that from her.
- No, I'm gonna have to demand - Let me worry about my daughter.
- If this becomes a distraction - I said I'll handle it.
[sighs.]
When this is all over, do I get to go back to my real life? I don't know.
I figured.
- Thanks.
- For what? The truth.
[sighs.]
[Becca.]
No.
She's not home.
She was supposed to be back last night and then she I don't know.
[scoffs.]
I literally don't know where she is.
No.
She sent me three texts last night and then nothing.
- No.
I mean - [door opens.]
Maddie, I need to call you back.
What the fuck, Mom? It's okay.
"Okay"? I left you in bed last night after you'd already disappeared once, thinking you were jet-lagged and you'd sleep it off, only to come home and find your room trashed like you had Cardi B over for a girls' night.
I'm sorry.
I didn't clean up and it was an irresponsible, last-minute thing to do.
And I had to hurry.
Right.
Before or after you downed a dozen bottles of booze? Oh, those little bottles? Don't be silly.
Those make up one real glass.
And I accidentally knocked over a couple, they spilled out Plus, you missed the train, had spotty cell service and your credit card was compromised? Yes.
But, luckily, I got to stay at this tiny bed-and-breakfast operated by this lovely little old couple, Pablo and LucÃa.
And your hair? Um - Oh, I needed a change, you know.
- No, I don't, Mom.
Are those my fricking clothes? Yeah.
I didn't think you'd mind.
Please tell me.
Are you having one of those What do you call them? - [chuckling.]
A midlife crisis? - Nervous fucking breakdown! No! No.
No, I'm not.
Hey, are you hungry? Because I'm absolutely starving.
Right.
That has nothing to do with what we're talking about right now.
Why don't we go downstairs and get one of those little Um, what do you call them? Empanadas? But let me change my bra first.
This one's killing me.
[chuckles.]
What is it you girls say now, "Free the nipple"? - Oh, my God.
Don't say that again.
- Because it is your whole tit, - not just the nipple.
So - Mom, stop.
Just go change.
Mmm.
[sighs in relief.]
Mom, what is wrong with you? [chuckling.]
I think I'm a little anemic.
I need some iron.
[moaning in relief.]
[sighs.]
What is it that I wanted to ask you? - I don't know, Mom.
I'm not a mind-reader.
- Hmm.
When is Dad coming to see you skate? He's not.
- I'm so sorry, honey.
- I'm used to it.
Don't say that.
[chuckling.]
It's true.
It's always something about his work.
Hmm.
You know, it's also his work that [inhales deeply.]
pays for this trip, your ice-skating lessons, and our house.
So, because Dad pays for everything it means he gets to miss everything? All I'm saying is, he sacrifices a lot for us too.
You're defending him? I know he did something that led to your divorce.
I'm not stupid, Mom.
It's complicated.
Actually, it's not.
You deserve better.
This isn't the time or the place.
It's never the time or the place for you to open up.
Oh, come on, Bec.
That's unfair.
Isn't it? [sighs.]
Because I don't know why you and Dad got divorced.
Or anything about your childhood, your parents, your dreams.
Anything about you.
I told you.
When Yeah.
When I'm older, you'll tell me everything and What is the big secret? You act like you're some kind of secret spy or something.
You know what? I don't even care anymore.
This? Us? It's gonna be whatever it's gonna be.
I'm not trying to be difficult Yeah, you just are.
Okay.
Fine.
I get it.
You want some space.
So, how about I miss the morning practice - and we meet up afterwards? - You can't.
All the chaperones have to be there.
But, yeah, after that maybe you can I don't know.
Occupy yourself with whatever.
Bec, I [breathing heavily.]
[Russian rock song playing on speakers.]
[in Russian.]
Faina can't come.
Her dad grounded her for going out the other night.
- For how long? - Who knows? Her dad's a dick.
But all the same, in Faina's honor, let's get shit-faced.
- [exclaims.]
- [chuckles.]
Come on.
You still got me.
Yeah, but without Faina, we can't have a threesome.
- "Threesome"? - Mmm.
I was going to have a girl-to-girl talk with Faina about the three of us getting into some trouble.
I mean, unless you're not interested in that? No, no, no.
Of course.
If there's a party happening, I'm always down.
You know that.
Well, I was really hoping it was tonight.
It can still be.
Just - minus one.
- [scoffs.]
Been there, done that.
[inhales deeply.]
Let's do something we'll never forget.
Right.
Absolutely.
Love the way you're thinking.
Maybe I should talk to Faina so next time we meet, we can just get to it.
Yeah, yeah.
For sure.
She got a number I can hit her up on? Uh-huh.
Um But the thing is, the phone is probably tapped.
So, you got to be careful what you say.
[Jenny.]
Got it.
Let's drink? Yes.
Can you bring some? [Russian pop song playing on headphones.]
[telephone ringing.]
[in English.]
Hello? [chuckles.]
[in Russian.]
Heard someone is on lockdown.
Yeah.
Some cute girl got me in trouble.
Not yet, she didn't.
Promises, promises.
Tell me, Faina, do you believe in miracles? No, I like you.
Please don't be one of those cheesy girls who believes in unicorns.
Look out your window, silly.
Now I can even start believing in Santa Claus.
[laughing.]
So, what are you doing up there? Having a second date with you.
Hmm.
By the way, you should be careful what you say.
[whispers.]
The phone is probably bugged.
Don't worry.
I took care of that.
Well, aren't you full of surprises.
So, what do you want to talk about? Anything.
I just want to get to know you.
When Chernobyl had the meltdown, my mother was doing research in a town 50 kilometers south.
Most of her team was dead within three years.
Faina, I'm so sorry.
Yeah.
Me, too.
And last night I lost this pendant she gave me.
But I'm not sure where.
Maybe at the station.
She gave you this to remember her by? Yes.
She gave my father her jewelry box.
And when you open it, a precious little ballerina inside turns while it plays this piece by Tchaikovsky.
[Jenny.]
That's nice.
I wish I had something, anything, to remind me of my mother.
Why? What happened to her? She died in a fire when I was five.
[sighs.]
It's okay.
[Faina.]
Yeah.
It is.
Because I think we were meant to find each other, Anya.
[in English.]
Yannick's phone didn't give us anything? Looks like all his calls were made to one landline number.
So, that landline is probably hooked up to some kind of router which encrypted his real calls.
Great.
So, what now? If we wanna know who he was talking to, plotting with, we need to get that router.
Can you trace that? Of course.
What do you think? That's the first thing I did.
Look, it's in this area called Pan Bendito.
That's not exactly the friendliest part of Madrid.
[coach.]
Okay, girls.
Come on.
Let's see some jumps.
High on them blades.
Hello? Where you at? Ice-skating practice.
Leave.
I can't.
I thought we had this discussion.
I don't have many commitments here, but this is one of them.
So, whatever it is, it's gonna have to wait.
- [chuckles.]
- I'll hit you back when I'm done.
Very nice.
Lovely jump, Becca.
Okay.
Good, girls.
Now, I need to Kimberly, Kelly, over here, please.
[sighs.]
Look at you.
I love your hair.
Oh, thanks.
Just needed a change.
So, girl, how's the trip so far? It's, uh you know, good.
Come on, now, don't shine me, Jenny.
Just, um Becca and I are not getting along, so It's tough.
Whatever I do or say is wrong.
Get in line.
It wasn't so long ago, I was Becca's everything.
- I wish I could go back to that.
- No.
See, that's where you lose me.
When they're little, you got to be more patient and understanding.
But now, whenever Maddie acts like she knows better, I remind her I brought her into this world and I can take her out.
[both laughing.]
[groans.]
[Jenny.]
They just think we're so pathetic.
They have no idea we were once young and not so I don't know, mom-like? [sighs.]
I'm just worried I've messed Becca up.
And she's gonna spend the rest of her life in some therapy chair.
[Ladonna.]
Girl, that train has already left the station.
No matter what we do, we fuck them up somehow.
You're probably right.
You know I am.
They just need to grow up and figure their own shit out.
That's all I'm saying.
[Jenny.]
Hmm.
[coughing.]
What? You think I can sit through these cold-ass, boring-ass practices sober? You crazy.
By the way, your secret is safe with me.
Becca told Maddie you keep disappearing and not coming home.
- It's not what it looks like.
- Yes, it is.
You out there trying to catch some dick.
[chuckles.]
Uh It's not exactly Don't sweat it.
You keep doing you and I'll keep an eye on Becca.
Thank you.
[coach.]
Too loud! I don't wanna hear that toe kick.
Spin the leg.
Lose the bling.
Ain't gonna happen.
Told you, it's my lucky watch.
My mama gave it to me.
Always keeps me safe.
Where you from again? The Big Peach.
Atlanta.
There are bad neighborhoods there, right? My hood, Grove Park ain't no joke.
Okay.
Well, imagine Grove Park and all the steroids.
That's what we're about to walk into.
[Chris.]
And your point is? They're gonna take your watch.
[scoffs.]
White boy from Peoria, you're gonna school me on the hood? [chuckles.]
It's not about that.
We're, uh, trying to keep a low profile and you're walking in there with a year's worth of salary on your wrist.
Okay.
Look, I'll cover it up.
But I ain't taking it off, man.
[Chauncey.]
All right.
Let me ask you something.
Why am I here, again? 'Cause I'm IT support.
Or did you forget? I need back up and Anya's unavailable.
- Wasn't part of the deal, motherfucker.
- It is now.
Look, just follow my lead.
[knock on door.]
[in Spanish.]
Hi.
What's your name? Vasco.
- Vasco.
You speak English, Vasco? - A little bit.
[in English.]
We're looking to speak to Yannick.
Is he in? Come.
[in Spanish.]
Thank you.
["Sana Sana" playing.]
Wait.
I'll find Yannick.
These kids are running a full-on troll farm.
[Chauncey.]
Yannick had his fingers in a lot of pies.
No, no.
What's whack is these kids are sitting here in Spain spreading misinformation, disinformation, throughout the world, man.
They could do more damage than a nuclear weapon.
You packing, by any chance? - Excuse me? - Do you have a gun? No.
Why? Well, he just went to go get Yannick, but - Yannick is dead.
- [Chris.]
Maybe they don't know that.
But we know he is.
So, who is little Vasco getting? I don't know, man.
His mama.
[woman.]
Gentlemen! I hear you're looking for Yannick.
SÃ.
We're, uh, old friends.
Looking to do some business.
Yannick will be here any second.
So, can I bring you some cervezas while you wait? Sure.
Everyone remain calm.
[guns cocking.]
[Chris.]
Oh, shit.
Oh, my God.
- [door opens.]
- Oh, my God.
[in Spanish.]
You got a problem.
- [chuckles.]
- [in English.]
Yannick is dead.
[in Spanish.]
That's a lie.
[in English.]
It's not a lie.
He's dead.
That's why you haven't heard from him.
[Chris.]
Yeah, uh so you're all free now.
Why don't y'all go hack NASA or the Philippines? Whatever the fuck y'all wanna do, just let us go, please? Right after you give us that device you've been using to encrypt Yannick's calls from prison.
- Why do you need that? - That's my business.
But, in return, you can keep operating here freely.
I give you my word that the local authorities won't bother you.
Please don't let me get killed by a bunch of kids.
I don't wanna die like this.
With this White man.
Deal.
Oh, my God.
Thank you, Jesus.
Thank you.
But we want the watch.
The router for the watch.
It's a fair trade.
Que no? [chuckles.]
No, no.
No "Que no.
" My mama gave me this watch.
Ask her for another then.
My mama gonna kill me.
At least you have a mom.
Oh, you're gonna take it there.
Okay.
All right.
Take the damn watch, man.
It looks so much better on me.
Look.
Ooh.
- No, it don't.
- It does.
- Look.
- It don't.
It does not.
You know what? Keep the damn watch.
Shut up.
[door opens.]
- [Jenny.]
And then I'll make some lunch.
- [cell phone chimes.]
You looked good on the ice today.
Yeah.
[cell phone chimes.]
[Becca typing.]
[Jenny.]
Can we talk? Becca, I just asked you something.
What? I didn't hear you.
[sighs.]
What are you doing? I'm trying to communicate.
You didn't wanna talk before.
Well, I wanna talk now.
The girls are getting together in a few.
I need to shower and get ready.
I understand you more than you know.
Yeah, if you say so.
Hey.
I love you.
You know that, right? Yeah, but sometimes you say it and I'm not sure you mean it.
What? I don't know exactly.
It's like we talked about.
Maybe a little space on this trip is the best for both of us.
[door closes.]
[Chris.]
Yannick's router had much more than just phone numbers on it.
You see all these numbers? They're coded values that correspond to a series of longitudes and latitudes.
Coordinates which could suggest specific locations that could be targeted for a terrorist attack.
Or a series of attacks in and around the city of Madrid.
And it looks as if each of our so-called victims, the businessman, the student and the plaza lady, can all be traced back to an individual target site.
[Chauncey.]
Our businessman, Mario Santa-Cruz, was a CEO of a very successful trading company with an office in the Centro Colón.
Our student, Kristian Arija Ax, was an opera buff who worked at the box office of the Teatro Real.
And our plaza lady, Bárbara Pérez Soler, was head of marketing at the Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas.
Mm-hmm.
And I'd say, what Yannick got from these folks was some good inside intel on site security.
[Chauncey.]
I don't get why Yannick Mair, a local figure in organized crime, is now becoming a terrorist.
Or why the CIA cares about any of this in the first place.
The US is invested in the stability of European democracies.
[chuckles sarcastically.]
So what you're saying is, the reason is on a need-to-know basis and I do not need to know.
Yes.
I deciphered something else from this data.
One more victim who hasn't yet been accounted for.
Her name is Lidia Orsorio.
She works as a docent at the Temple of Debod.
It's this ancient temple that was a gift from the Egyptian government.
It was moved stone by stone and rebuilt in the Parque del Oeste near the Madrid royal palace.
So it has strategic value due to its proximity to the royal palace.
For sure.
Yeah.
And what about this Lidia woman? Not only is she alive and well, she is set to tie the knot tomorrow afternoon at the church of Santa Engracia in Zaragoza.
So, the question is, why hasn't something happened to Lidia? - [church bell tolling.]
- [indistinct chatter.]
[Chauncey.]
So far, so good.
[Jenny.]
Calm before the storm.
I'm more a "glass half-filled" kinda guy.
I'm Russian.
There's no glass to begin with, so nothing to fill.
[indistinct chatter.]
So, was your wedding anything like this, Jenny? I know what you're doing.
Yeah.
Getting to know you.
Anything I tell you will be used against me at some point or another.
Or, we're just getting to know one another.
Oh.
You first then.
- Ever been married? - No.
Engaged? Yes.
What happened? [inhales deeply.]
Life.
It's a marathon, not a sprint.
Says the divorcée.
Maybe I got tired of running.
But it wasn't always like that? Of course not.
[indistinct chatter.]
He sweep you off your feet? I got pregnant with Becca.
Shotgun wedding? Drag queen, "Tequila Mockingbird," officiating at Burning Man.
[chuckles.]
Romantic.
Practical.
I needed health insurance.
[imperceptible.]
You love him? He's the father of my child.
That doesn't answer the question.
[people murmuring.]
Chauncey Yeah, I see.
[woman 1 gasps.]
[woman 2 crying.]
[grunting.]
- I got him.
You get to her.
- Copy that.
[people in church panicking.]
[Chauncey.]
Hey, buddy.
Look at me.
Eyes right here.
I'm here to help you.
Put the gun down.
Lidia! [grunting.]
Put the gun down.
- [woman 4 screams.]
- [Jenny.]
Lidia! Lidia! [gasps.]
Shit.
[somber music playing.]
Oh, God.
[indistinct chatter.]
Have you seen how many sequins Claire has managed to cram onto her costume? Okay, she has the most bedazzled bodice in the history of big-titted bitches.
Come on, your costume is so much better than hers.
[Maddie.]
Yeah, but I'm missing that flair.
You know how the judges are.
They're all about bling and glitter.
Well, we'll work it out.
We better.
[Becca.]
Okay.
I'll catch you later.
[Maddie.]
See ya.
[bird chirping.]
[glass thuds.]
["Jupiter 4" playing.]
Baby, baby, baby I've been searching for you I wanted to be in love Baby, baby, baby I've been waiting, waiting, waiting My whole life for someone like you It's true that everyone Would like to have me A love so real A love so real A love so real Our love so real [Chris.]
Goddamn, Chauncey! You exposed yourself back there! I had no choice.
It don't even matter.
Zaragoza police They're gonna be all over this shit now.
Bullets I used won't trace back to us.
Bullshit [sighs.]
Some of those girls weren't much older than Becca.
I know.
So, Lidia She just merked her entire bridal party? No.
I looked into her eyes.
That was not Lidia or Miguel.
They were both innocent victims of some sort of mind control I've never seen before.
Yeah.
I agree.
Whoever has that skillset wants to cover their tracks by making it look like something The Whisper might do.
Is your past coming back to haunt you? Everyone from back then is either dead or in Siberia.
Which is worse than death.
I'm gonna look at more of Lidia's bio here.
See if I can find who she might go to for help or maybe where she might go to lay low for a while.
Give me that.
I know a little something about how to disappear.
I'll find her.
[in Russian.]
You owe me.
You'll get yours.
Don't worry about it.
[Faina.]
And? From our girlfriend.
[chuckling.]
- What's this? - [Su-Yin chuckles.]
[Faina gasping.]
Mom.
MARSHAL TUKHACHEVSKY STREET.
[sighs.]
[woman.]
Good work, little bird.
With the tracking device in the pendant, we can map out the embassy.
Thank you.
[woman.]
Seems you were right.
The girl was a better mark than the ambassador's son.
["Island Of Doom" playing.]
[sighs.]
Destiny made her way And found you in a room They told me, they told me To undo the rule Of mind and body And nature laughed away As their voices grew They told me, they told me Clean out the room and bury the body But I know you With a heartbeat So how does the night feel? When the lights fade out Lights fade out When the lights fade out When the lights fade out Lights fade out When the lights fade out But now it's gone It's gone, it's gone But now it's gone It's gone, it's gone [sighs.]
Okay, Lidia.
Let's go.
[clears throat.]
You have Miguel's family here.
But you don't have yours.
No parents, no siblings.
Why? "May 9th, 1999.
" "Small plane catches fire, Carmen and Mateo Orsorio killed.
" "But their daughter, Lidia, survives.
" [sighs.]
So you were left an orphan.
All alone.
Until you met Miguel.
Fell in love.
And now you've lost Miguel.
You have no home.
Nowhere you will feel safe.
No way to be with the people you love.
Unless Cementerio de La Almudena.
[Lidia crying.]
- Lidia.
Do not be afraid.
I'm - No! I did horrible things.
I killed my friends.
You stay away! Lidia.
Please.
Let me help you.
Lidia