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2x03 - "Defender"
Jones?
Jones? Are you there?
From where she is, I don't think she can hear you.
Who is this?
Don't you recognize the sound of your own voice?
I see you're blending in
and hiding among your brothers of misfortune.
How do you know where I am?
I have my ways.
Aren't you happy to hear from me, brother?
Whatever it is you wanna say, say it.
Is this all I get
after saving your miserable, redundant life?
Have you already forgotten that Jones was about to kill you?
A simple "thank you" would have been nice.
You killed her.
She never would have shot me.
She already did.
She pulled the trigger on you in Paris
and she was about to finish the job.
She was always going to follow Carrington's orders.
It's time for you to wake up and face facts.
Jones betrayed you.
When I find you I'm gonna rip your head off.
Hey! Take the heebie-voices crap out of here.
We're trying to enjoy cocktail hour.
When are you gonna stop spitting in my ear?
"New torments I behold, and new tormented...
around me, which-soever way I move."
Gonna shove the Divine Comedy so high up your ass
you'll experience your own ring of fire.
Very literate.
Well, I guess soon enough you'll have plenty of time
to re-read the classics.
Now, it's time for you to run.
Put down your weapons and get on the ground.
Get on the ground or we will open fire!
Get on the ground!
I can't believe you came back for me.
You saved my ass.
Like hell we did.
They lost him?
I'm afraid so.
We have invested millions in drones so we can eliminate
people all over the world but we can't get this guy?
We believe he's been eluding us by dressing as a homeless,
changing his gait, and altering his metrics.
Then go old school on him, start shaking down the homeless!
How hard can that be?
Well, there are quite a few homeless people.
I want him on ice.
Before some numbskull reporter
gets wind of what happened to Jones!
We've been keeping it quiet, Mr. President.
We've taken her down to Alhambra Memorial Hospital as a Jane Doe.
What? You don't think they're gonna recognize
the Secretary of State?
How is she?
- In surgery. - Ah...
Last update she was in critical condition.
That's the last time that freewheeling bitch
screws me by going off clock.
I know, I know.
I'm hard on her but I really do care.
Over here, President! Sir!!
Mr. Carrington...
Sir?
Who?
- We can go now. - Oh, of course.
Listen to me. Listen to me.
I'm being framed, all right?
Somebody's using me.
Why should we believe you?
Okay wait, look... look at this.
See this?
This... this is how he talks to me.
The man... the man who looks like me.
He drugged me and took me to some kind of asylum!
Now he's trying to frame me.
He's always talking to me!
He knows who I'm with and where I am and what I'm thinking!
Okay?! Can't you see I'm telling you the truth?
Oh, all right. I see.
You think I've lost it... don't you?
You never had it.
Let me tell you what I think.
I think you had a plan.
You used us as scapegoats.
But I don't care anymore.
I just want my brother's letter back.
I don't have it all right, my double has it.
I know you don't believe me
and I'm sorry I got you into this mess, I just...
I just wanted to help you.
Ugh, is this how you show it?
Wha... no. I don't know anything about that.
You have a very selective memory.
I'm gonna kill him.
Now, I am not your enemy.
Okay? I'll prove it.
I gotta turn the tables on him and I will.
As long as he keeps talking to me,
I know I can find him
and when I do, I will get your brother's letter back.
Do either of you know what this key opens?
Why would I know?
I found it at the squat,
it was amongst the ashes of the stuff you burnt...
one of you must have hidden it.
You're the paranoid one.
Take your key and your schizo BS and go.
All right, look, just hide the van,
stay safe,
and I'll get you your brother's letter.
President Carrington and a hundred million other Americans
go to the polls today to cast their votes in an election
suddenly dominated by questions of National Security.
The President is widely seen as the underdog at this hour,
the result of an aggressive campaign
by Governor Harriet Traymore.
News One political analysts are suggesting
that Carrington's attempt to appeal to a younger demographic
by growing a goatee
may be the reason behind his sudden drop in the polls.
Not since William Howard Tafft {*corr} was elected in 1889,
has a sitting president done facial hair.
Leading many voters to ask,
is the President out of touch with the 21st century?
Only 20 percent of registered voters approve of the untidy goatee
while a whopping 70 percent disapprove.
An apathetic 10 percent, don't seem to care.
Could the President's grooming habits be his "Goatee-gate?"
It's up to the American people to decide,
as they go to the polls today.
This has been a great day, as everbody's day {*corr}
for America's way to report democracy. {*corr}
And I just hope all my fellow Americans {*corr}
would exercise their God-given right to vote.
I'm sure you know you've been dropping in the polls.
Are you prepared for a possible loss?
Defeat?
No. We're not the kind who lays down and goes belly up
when the Huns are at the gates. No...
we are digging in and holding ground like Meade at Gettysburg.
Sir, any comment on the rumoured assassination attempt
on Secretary of State, Lauren Jones.
Can you confirm or deny this statement?
Confirm or deny.
Well the Secretary of State she suffered a minor body...
lower body injury while, uh,
- while she was, uh water skiing. - Water skiing?
Campaign Bus of Harriet Traymore
Can you elaborate on that, sir?
The Secretary of State is in surgery.
The family has requested that we give no further comments
until she's fully recovered...
Water skiing?! What B.S.!
Who did they think they're fooling?
I'll reach out to my contacts at the agency.
It's an obvious last minute cover-up.
I'll find out what happened to Jones.
My goodness, you DO like her.
It's purely professional.
We worked together for many years.
You wouldn't understand.
What I understand is that she was with you
when they bombed Synequanon.
What if she was the target? What if...
What if you stop talking?
Samuel zip it.
Until I tell you to unzip it.
It's not a good time.
Not now.
"Not now, Ms. President-Elect."
Not yet.
Oh, Samuel.
Stop acting like I shot your dog.
Jones is getting in the way with the Chinese
and trying to stop the HEARPE project.
For all I know, you had something to do with her injury.
That, little Ms. Puppet-to-be, would be treason.
What you and I have in common
is that we make the calls
others are too afraid to.
I have a degree in Macro Economics,
I cut forty-five thousand jobs in two years,
I balanced four budgets for my state, ran a fifty-state campaign
and I buried a husband.
I think I've earned myself a celebratory fling
until those Secret Service goons start makin' my life a living hell.
Not now.
I'm working on my acceptance speech with Mr. Amos.
And tell the Harvard Kid his draft was garbage.
You and I are gonna have plenty of time to settle old scores.
Just have to figure out who's first.
I have a pretty good idea.
Atta boy, Amos.
Now, let's get rid of this bow-tie
and have ourselves an inaugural ball.
It's me.
Hello, brother.
I didn't expect you to call so soon.
I guess the anonymous tip they received
didn't give them the advantage.
I'm not running anymore.
This time I'm coming for you.
Oh. This is new.
And how exactly do you think you're gonna find me?
I know how you tracked me.
This works both ways, you know.
So, you finally wanna play?
Yeah, now that I'm making the rules.
I think you're bluffing.
You wanna find me?
Look in a mirror.
You're in it up to your neck. I didn't have to push you hard
You're not me.
We have nothing in common.
Wrong.
What about that little French plaything of yours?
She tasted, sweeeeet.
We share everything, brother.
Everything.
You know, I'm gonna enjoy killing you.
They already think you're schizo.
Now, you're just being suicidal.
I'll see you soon.
Tesla.
Professor Alice Pleasance.
Verrier? This guy's French?
Please send Jones a bouquet of flowers.
I don't know.
Lillies.
I would like the card to read:
What grims may come.
Forget it, she's brain dead,
it doesn't matter what's on the God damn card.
We should have killed you so many times.
Who are you people?
Barnowsky.
It's me.
What was the name of that man who was killed
after stealing the NIST documents?
Frederick Barnowsky.
What is it that he was supposed to have stolen?
Why don't you know?
I pay you a lot of money to know.
Find it... get back to me.
This is too messed up. Tell you that right now.
Calm down.
- It's safe here. - Safe?
Yeah, safe.
Yeah, try telling that to her brother?
Safe my ass.
Listen, I can't thank you enough.
I know you and Frederick were close.
He admired your work.
I just wanna know what happened?
How am I supposed to know?!
He was working on a commissioned project
for some big private company.
He asked me to help him
with this algorithm he couldn't crack.
It was all over in no time.
A week... two weeks.
Then all of a sudden he disappears
and they started asking questions.
Two days before he died, he gave me this.
He told me to find you and give it to you,
if anything... Don't touch it!
Not now.
Not till I leave.
You never know when they're watching...
What does the book means?
My mother loved these poems.
The book was hers.
How come your brother had it?
I gave it to him.
When he was younger, Frederick was different.
We used to get along.
He lived in London with our father and my stepmother.
I used to go there on holidays.
Good. Great.
Very moving.
Uh, but I'm gonna excuse myself.
So goodbye.
Hold on, genius.
That's it? That's all he gave you?
Nothing about his work? His research?
Nothing that could help me?
Why would he want to help you?
He never even talked about you.
The only time you ever came up was
when he gave me that book.
Idiots!
Don't kill me! I did it. I did everything you said!
Laboratory Of Climatology State University
That's my favourite piece.
That's impressive.
I've only read about Tesla Coils
I've never actually seen one in real life.
This is a functional scale model of the original
1902 coil from Tesla's lab.
Isn't it dangerous?
Not above 15 to 20 kilohertz,
unless you bring non-grounded metals too close to it.
I'm Alice Pleasance.
There something I can help you with?
Sorry. John Drake.
What brings you to my lab, John?
You know I...
I just wanna learn about Tesla,
all the myths and legends about his work on climatology...
Any particular reason?
I read some of your work you wrote a few years back.
And it got me interested.
I haven't written anything on Tesla for years.
Oh, why not?
Sorry, is there something specific that you would
like to know about Tesla?
Well, to be honest, I came across a document.
A letter it's addressed to a doctor Henderson in Cornwall, dated 1894.
- Maybe we could start with that? - Ok.
How bad?
It's early, sir, and you know our vote is...
Goddamnit! Just give it to me straight.
Internal tracking says between three and five points.
Ohio?
Florida?
That's it, then. Unless Texas goes insane.
Always a possibility, sir.
Shall I tell the driver to take us to the White House?
Goddamn Synequanon! Why didn't we see that coming?
They make the vote machines that control the ballot.
I understand, sir.
No, I don't think you do.
They stack the deck and they deal the cards.
You live by the sword, you die by the sword.
They usher you in, they usher you out.
And you're like a puppet,
and you've traded on your dreams to get into office.
It's not over 'till it's over, sir.
And then what?
That's what I thought.
Alright, what about that terrorist.
- Vargas? - Yes.
- Did he talk yet? - No.
But he will, now that we're employing enhanced
interrogation techniques.
Did I authorize torture?
Yes, sir, you did, though indirectly.
DHS wants him for the bombing.
ICE has him on a prior watch list
for entering the country illegally.
And, well, the local police want him for indecent exposure.
All of which qualify him
under the terms of the homeland security amendment you signed...
last fall.
That's not who we are.
But it's the America we are becoming, isn't it Reynolds?
In two months, that bitch will take it all away from us.
And then I got two choices.
I can open a library, write my memoires and die.
Or go work for the war machine,
sell weapon systems,
make speeches.
But that's not who we are.
I love my country too much.
If I could just hang on a little bit longer Reynolds.
I need XIII caught.
I need that chapter closed.
I'll do my best.
Dead or alive, Reynolds.
Dead or alive.
Honestly, I wish I'd never heard about the Tesla letters.
It was the worst thing that ever happened to me.
They de-indexed your work?
Oh, I got cease and desist letters from lawyers
saying that my work was illegal.
Breach of copyrighted material, private licenses,
all they could find to stop me.
Bios of Tesla say something about him
working on an energy beam? For the government?
Yeah. Energy beams.
Cold fusion.
Jet engines...
Tesla was way ahead of his time.
And the Tesla letters they were supposed to be
linked to his most sensitive work.
That's what I bought into... lock, stock, and barrel.
Did you ever find them?
You know, I spent three years looking.
And I got some pretty solid leads,
but eventually every one of them dried up.
So, I...
published a few papers
theorizing about the...
importance of the Tesla's secret letters
and that's when the proverbial feces just hit the fan.
The Tesla Letters were declared forgeries
just when one set was coming to auction
and it was declared that they were a hoax.
That's why I never published again.
I barely kept my job here, teaching.
Those corporate bastards they intimidated me.
They tapped my phone, and...
I was followed and...
If you were so off track why did they even care?
And why have your articles been censored?
I've never been one for conspiracy theories...
- but... - Hang on.
This is getting old.
I told you to stay away.
You draw people into your world and they suffer, brother.
You must know that now.
What are you talking about?
I do regret it. She has such lovely eyes.
- We have to get out of here right now! - What?
- Just trust me, come on... come on! - Why?
No! Go back. Stay in the lab. Hide somewhere!
I should call the police.
Do not call the police.
Look, just trust me okay, I'll explain,
it's just a little complicated right now.
Just stay here!
Alice, we have to move.
Now, where is the lovely Alice.
You don't want her.
This is about you and me.
It's always been about you and me.
I can have both.
You forgot about our friend, Tesla.
American empire ... class, my friend. {*corr}
It's over.
- You just don't know it yet. - You're the one in that chair.
Maybe the Empire isn't as over as you think it is?
We can detain you as long as we see fit.
Without any other justification
than the one of homeland security.
You're a terrorist, Mr. Vargas.
And you should be treated like one.
I. Am. Not.
A terrorist.
What would you call yourself?
I am a revolutionary, for peace;
an anti-capitalist supporter of labour rights;
an organizer against the State,
to bring an end...
to colonialism...
and migrant injustice.
I stand in solidarity...
with people...
who struggle...
and oppression everywhere.
Well, coming to that matter it seems
after thoroughly checking with your embassy,
one thing that you're NOT is Chilean.
What's troubling you, Sam?
We won.
What more do you want?
Nothing.
I have everything I need.
You're missing them, aren't you?
It'll pass.
Their memories will fade,
and then you'll realize that it may allow you to be yourself.
I know what it's like to experience loss...
and I'll help you through it.
It's not as hard as they say...
and I'll make it even easier.
How far back do your ties with Synequanon go?
A long way back.
Stop it.
I'm serious.
Too serious, we won.
A man was killed the other day.
Just prior to my family's death.
He worked for us.
Frederick Barnowsky.
What do you mean?
I mean he worked for the National Institute
of Science and Technology.
NIST yeah, so?
Sometimes we hire them to do research for Synequanon,
and that brings me to what he stole.
He stole something?
He stole a document. Property of Synequanon.
That document was a letter.
An artefact. Written by Nikola Tesla.
And that brings us to...
Project HEARPE!
With an unprecedented landslide win,
Harriet Traymore has swept into the White House.
Benjamin Carrington, at this moment,
is giving his concession speech.
My fellow Americans,
I come to you tonight with a heavy heart.
May I just say that this is such a blessing
for me to be here with you.
I only wish that my family and my vice president were with me.
But that is not how is campaign was run.
We knew we had to spread ourselves out to deliver our message.
By plane, by train
and by this mighty victory bus we were able to do that.
Thank you.
I wanna thank everyone who voted for me
and those who supported me through the hard times.
I'd like to remember my husband,
who died during the Iraq war defending our freedom.
If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have my two beautiful children
and I would not know how to be a mother both to them
and to the American people.
A toast!
To God.
And though, I do not drink,
I will take a sip on this special occasion
to christen the White House
to bringin' it back to God's name.
Thank you.
I'd like us... all of us hold hands...
and pray together,
like the brothers and sisters of America should.
Lord, thank you
for helping me win back
the United States to the Christian nation,
thank you for helping the citizens of the great US of A
to stand strong in the face of danger.
Thank you for the survivors of the Synequanon bombing,
and for those that were killed,
we know that they're with you at the pearly gates.
If you come across any terrorists,
please smite them gently,
for as a good Christian I do not wish pain on anyone.
Moz?
Where did you get that?
I bought it.
And what do you intend to do with it?
Protect you.
Those men, at the café, they weren't cops.
Not Feds.
My guess, private security company.
Synequanon?
Maybe.
Your brother was working for NIST.
They have ties everywhere.
Before I fell asleep,
I was going through my brother's book.
And I found this picture inside.
Woah!
What's this?
My father's house in London.
Very bourgeois Betty!
It's not me, Moz.
I'm not like this.
Anacoluthe?
It's a French word for anacoluthon,
which means to change the order of words in a sentence,
but it still means the same thing.
My brother and I had this fake language
we used when we were younger.
He loved to play with words, invent new languages.
He put the picture in this specific book?
Yes.
"Je voudrais pas crever" means I wouldn't want to die.
I think we should find out what it was.
Laboratory Of Climatology State University
Where are we going?
He could still be here. I need to get you somewhere safe.
I called the police I'm sorry.
I was scared. I didn't know what was happening.
You just have to go. I won't tell them anything.
I'll just say that someone broke into the lab
and just vandalized it.
The cops are leaving. But...
- Look! - What?
DHS is taking over.
Oh god.
What's going on?
These guys aren't secret service.
I guess when they heard you were here, they connected the dots.
What the hell would I know?
No, we got so Goddamned many wars going on.
I couldn't name them all.
If I so much as mention the Israelites,
they all walk as their asses are on fire.
Who is it? Goddammit, I'm trying to take a dump!
Leave me alone.
Sir, I have some urgent information.
Reynolds.
Is someone else out there Reynolds?
It's just you and me Sir.
Are you sure?
Yes sir.
Have you studied Dwight D. Eisenhower?
Sir?
He was the last true General to sit on this toilet.
He made us aware of the military industrial complex.
But now, as I sit here it all sounds very quaint.
I don't think it is the military industrial complex anymore.
I think it's grown.
It is now the military industrial
congressional media NGO.
Yeah they think their ass gas don't stink.
Pardon?
All I'm saying Reynolds,
is all our money,
and all of our brainpower
is aimed at one thing:
And that's creating new enemies.
Sir, if I may change the subject.
Oh, I'm sorry. Am I boring you?
No sir, it's just that a 9-1-1 call was made at 4:12 this morning
from the University's Climate Research Center.
The woman, Alice Pleasance, said she was attacked.
And what's that got to do with Ike?
The police were there.
Then something happened just minutes ago.
What? What is it? Spit it out.
The police took off
because a Homeland Security team took over.
But it was confirmed just minutes ago... they weren't our guys.
You think it was Amos?
We don't know.
Is XIII with that woman?
It's been verified by our drones, Sir.
Well, we better tie up some loose ends.
Look, certain words are supposed to link to other websites,
but when you click on it, it returns a 404 error page.
Obviously, your brother hid something in there,
but it's not appearing.
Let me see that.
Remember that game I told you about?
Boris Vian, the poet,
he was famous for that... playing with words.
How did you do that?
I don't know. I just tried.
Synequanon?
Try another one.
We knew this poem like the back but couldn't really
of our hands understand its meaning,
so we had fun moving the words around.
And we made it our own.
Xu?
Maybe it's not a code, but a map.
Once you know where to look, it's all there in plain sight.
Your brother knew everything!
He figured it all out.
Who's Andrej Kalishkanov?
I don't know.
Hey... no.
What?!
These guys aren't here for a pat-down.
What do they want?
Me... they think I've done some things.
But they're wrong, Alice.
Okay, I'm not who they think I am.
- We need to go this way. - No...
They will see us if we go out there.
That is the only way out.
Now it is just time for you to trust me.
Listen there's a man... Doctor Westlund was a teacher of mine.
He's a great man. If you can find him,
he'll tell you everything you need to know.
Now we need to get to that observatory as fast as we can.
I ran an 11.2 in the hundred meter. Hmm!
That's pretty fast.
Ready?
Hey, freeze! Don't move!!
Ok, Westlund must have hide inside this desk. {*corr}
It was his hideaway from ... {*corr} the administrative politics.
Who are those people?
- Secret service? - I'm not sure.
They may be Homeland, they may be private.
Have you ever heard of Synequanon?
Yeah. They funded the HEARPE project in Alaska.
Is that what this is about?
I think there's a connection between HEARPE and Tesla.
That's why they wanna shut me up.
They think I have the Tesla letter.
- You don't? - Well, I'm not sure where it is.
But if you know something, you have to tell me, Alice, please.
Brent Westlund. He was, he was my mentor.
- He knows all about the letters. - We know you're in there.
We know you have a hostage.
Release her and come out with...
We're running out of time.
Westlund trusted me. I can't...
- I can't... - Alice.
Please.
Is he still alive?
Synequanon was financing his research on Tesla.
He was working for them.
They gave him everything that he needed
but he was tied to secrecy.
He knew something was wrong.
Last time I saw him he was leaving
with his daughter to go to some island called...
Ariella.
- That's all I need. - Okay, Ariella.
Okay, there are stairs in there
and they go directly down to the basement.
From there, you follow the pipes going west
and you'll find an emergency exit door
that'll lead you to the main building.
Release your hostage, we're coming in!
What about you?
I'll hold them.
Oh, one other thing.
There was another man looking for me.
A few weeks ago. He asked me all the questions that you did.
Good looking guy? Spanish accent?
I didn't say anything. I swear.
Go!
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