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2x02 - Rampage
The kind of horror and chaos we've become accustomed to
seeing in Mexico and Canada has made its way back onto U.S.
soil despite recent increases to Homeland Security.
An eco-terrorist group known as "The Veil",
is claiming responsibility for the fertilizer truck bomb
that was detonated today in front of
Synequanon Corporation's Metropolitan offices.
Eighty-two confirmed deaths at this hour
and rescue personnel are still pulling injured
and dead from the rubble.
Secretary of State Lauren Jones, who was in the building
at the time of the blast, suffered only minor injuries.
Among the dead are Laura and Abigail Amos, wife and daughter
of Colonel Samuel Amos, the COO of Synequanon.
Amos, who was formerly the National Security advisor to
President Carrington, remains hospitalized with serious,
though non-life threatening injuries.
It's over. This whole movement.
Everything we stood for is dead. We are dead.
We died this morning with those innocent people were killed.
We're not responsible for this...
Well, somebody is. And made sure they put blame on us!
And if you ask me, it was your friend...
You don't know that! It could of been Ralston!
- Who knows! - It's not Ralston.
We were known as a humanitarian movement, Betty!
I don't know anything more than you right now!
Get back to communications!
- All that is over now, because of him. - Something must have gone wrong.
Something they couldn't fix or stop. There is no other way.
Are you in love with him?
That is none of your business. Not anymore.
Those plotting against us seek not only to undermine
our security, but also the open society
and the values that we cherish as Americans.
Therefore, I have enacted a special order
which extends the Patriot Act,
so as to insure protection, from these internal threats,
which jeopardize our very way of life.
The American people should be assured that we are doing
everything within our power to apprehend
and to bring to justice the perpetrators of this act of terror.
They will be found, they will be punished.
Thank you, and God bless America.
[ News reporters calling after the President ]
Thank you Mr.President.
Madam Secretary, I'm sure I speak for everyone here,
we're glad you're alive.
Thank you, thank you, Bill.
The Veil has long been associated with environmental
causes and interfering with the industrial exploitation
of remote environments.
Was this attack at all related to the recent lobbying campaign
by the Synequanon Corporation to further open up
Alaskan National Reserve mineral rights?
Bill, we don't have that information at this time,
but what I can tell you, the Carrington Accord
will put a moratorium on private stewardship
of our precious public spaces. Alright, whose next?
ASYLUM
Do you see what you've done?
You did this horrible act.
You are a terrorist.
You killed innocent people.
I'm not a terrorist!
I don't kill the innocent! You did this!
No. You did.
You've killed many people.
It was your job, remember.
You were programmed by your government to kill.
It's what you know how to do.
It's what you are.
I couldn't do this... I couldn't do this.
But you did.
Don't you remember?
Why... why are you putting this into my head?
You did it for The Veil.
You did it for your cause...
You did it for love.
You did it for Betty.
Who are you?! Who are you!
Who are you?
Stop! Stop please, stop it...
I'm sorry. I can't do that.
It's way too much fun.
I was a secret agent, betrayed by my own people,
robbed of my face, my memories, my history.
Hidden in my past is a secret that threatens all humanity.
I search for answers with nothing to hold on to.
But the tattoo that has become my name.
I am Thirteen.
[ music blasting from radio ]
What is wrong with you?!
What? You want the cops to find our DNA in the car?
Not the car, the bomb! It's all over the news.
Please. Tell me it was an accident.
I went through with the plan. You remember the plan?
It was supposed to be when the building was empty!
There was a delay. I had to make a choice.
Okay, give me the keys, I'll drive.
Come on! Let's go, let's go!
[ explosion ]
Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in!
You've come a long way from the man
who was ashamed to throw a punch.
There were some snags, but the mission was a success.
Nearly a hundred people were killed!
You were supposed to detonate the bomb after the building was empty.
- It was meant to be symbolic! - There was a delay.
Where's Ralston? Enh? I want to hear his story.
He's dead. He died in the blast.
What?!
Why?! Why did you do this?
I had to make a choice. I chose to take it to the next level.
It's not up to you to make command decisions!
I started The Veil. I am The Veil.
- And you listen to my orders. - You don't have the balls.
You would have pulled the plug on the operation.
- You're damn right, I would have. - The DHS was one step behind us.
We wouldn't of had another chance to collect
that much nitrogen again without taking notice... ever.
- We're terrorists now! - We're revolutionaries.
Maybe you haven't seen the news today, they're calling us murderers!
Unfortunate casualties, but in the grand scheme of things,
perfectly acceptable.
[ music ]
You're insane.
There is a price to pay for every decision that you make.
Now, you asked me to join your cause
because you know that I can make those decisions.
I would kill a thousand to save a million.
Would you kill a million to save a billion?! Would you do that?!
Maybe the citizens of developing nations don't matter to you?
You know they do.
Three million will be dead in Somalia this year alone
because of draught. Oh, but America doesn't care
because not one of them is Kim Kardashian or a real housewife.
We're an Activist Organization.
Yeah, and you're not active enough. Now, I'm not gonna stand by
and bear witness as the world goes to shit.
I'm gonna take action, and I'm gonna keep taking action against
the corrupt military-industrial complex
until people wake up and see what I've seen.
You have... twisted my message.
Look, you know that we had to strike hard...
to kill the snake you gotta cut off its head.
I mean, by hitting them when Amos and the Secretary of State
were in that building, we have crippled their progress
and won ourselves another six months.
And that is where you screwed up, my friend.
That's where you screwed up.
- They both survived the attack. - Yes...
You didn't kill the snake, you just made him angry.
And now, you've turned the whole world against us.
- Don't... make me. - You want to shoot me?
I love you Betty, but I'll kill you both.
I don't agree with what happened but what's done is done.
We need to handle the situation united. Maybe he's right.
We've struggled for years to be heard, and we've been ignored.
One thing's for certain: If you kill him, you kill me
...and then you'll discover
that not everyone in this room is on your side.
We're in this together, Max. All of us.
E pluribus unum. {*ita}
[ music ]
It's okay.
- Thanks for coming. - A closed door meeting
with only the the President and National Security Advisor.
Why do I feel like I'm being ambushed?
How long have you and I known each other, Jones?
Now, I know I'm being ambushed.
Not an ambush, Madam Secretary. Not yet, at least.
Twelve years.
Since Costa Verde,
when I made General thanks to an ambitious Army sniper.
We came out through the ranks together Jones, you and I,
through good and bad.
You've always been loyal.
- Mr. President, what is this about? - Sit down.
Show her.
Finally received the CCD video from the street cameras
outside of the Synequanon Building just prior to the explosion.
We have an ID of the bomber?!
We do.
The next angle is from Synequanon's internal camera system.
It's a better shot. They haven't seen this footage yet.
The hard drive this was recorded on had to be reconstructed...
but we won't be able to keep it from them for long.
[ breaths heavily ]
Who else has seen this footage?
Just us.
Mr. President could I speak with you alone?
No.
We had a team exhume the body outside of Paris,
and discovered that it wasn't him.
God dammit, Jones. You were ordered to Shoot to kill!!!
I... look, he must have...
I gave you a direct order to terminate XIII in Paris!
You do understand what "terminate" means, don't you?!
- Yes, sir, I do. - It's no coincidence
that he surfaces right before the election. You know that.
You, Amos... even I, could be the next target.
You'll have my resignation within an hour, Sir. {*corr part1}
Oh no, I won't.
That's not fall of yourself. That's taking me down with you.
No, I wanna know what you gonna do about it!
You don't believe that the bomb has detonated, is direct act of revenge?
You think he's trying to kill me?
This man was trained to be a viciously effective killing machine.
Now is the worst time to deal with this sort of threat.
Sir, just... tell me what you want me to do.
I think that answer to that is rather clear.
No... no in my position... No, I do not.
I want you to think about who gave you your position...
Miss Secretary of State. And why.
[ music ] {*from here ok}
- What are you looking for? - You.
God, you're beautiful.
I can see why he likes you.
- You're hurting me. - I think you like that.
[ music ]
ASYLUM
[ bang! ]
[ bang! bang! bang! ]
[ humming ]
[ breathing heavily ]
[ grunting struggling ]
Hello, brother.
SYNEQUANON PRIVATE CLINIC
Oh. No.
Guys... stand down.
Amos?
Call of your goons.
Let her in.
You really think I'm here to kill you?
You've become that paranoid?
In the light of recent events, it's prudent don't you think?
We still don't know for sure who set the bomb, or why.
Well, we didn't set it... You must know that much.
I know first hand, how different factions of the government
like to play in the shadows.
Doctors say you're getting better...
That you'll be out of here soon.
Apparently. They said I'm very lucky.
Do you think I'm lucky, Jones?
We are gonna find the people who did this.
We are gonna find them
and I am personally gonna bring them to justice.
Justice? I'm not that interested in your idea of justice.
How about you give me the names of the people in The Veil organization?
- We're working on the intel right now. - Don't lie to me!!!
Don't you dare... don't you dare.
- Did you think that you could hide it? - You saw the video.
I know everything that you know before you know it.
I know that you disobeyed a direct order to kill XIII.
We are after him... we are after him.
And you and Synequanon you need to hang back.
I want vengeance, Jones!!!
I want his blood, Jones!!!
Don't you dare talk to me about your weak stomach justice.
If I have to spend five billion dollars
of Synequanon's cash to see that bastard skinned alive
and listen to him beg for his life before I take it.
That's justice. That's my justice.
Do not do this. Let us take care of it.
Get out.
Samuel...
Get out.
ASYLUM
Why are you doing this? Why did you steal my face?
I didn't steal anything. I was given it, fair and square.
- I'm XIII. Look... - You are not me.
That's debatable.
- What do you want? - It's hard to tell, isn't it?
Whatever it is you're trying to do, you won't get away with it.
I've infiltrated The Veil, and they're none the wiser.
I'm completely on top of the situation. In fact...
I've been on top of more than just the "situation."
I've been sleeping with your activist girlfriend.
She was frigid at first, but...
I broke her in.
She seems more... satisfied lately.
Yeah... I think she likes the bad boy type.
When I get out of here, I'm going to rip your face off...
Sometimes I'd like to rip it off myself.
- Now, tell me about the letter. - What letter?
The Tesla letter. Where'd you hide it?
It's hidden... up your ass.
It's funny...
It's funny!
This won't be so funny though.
[ screams ]
Ahh, ahh... [ breathing heavily ]
Now... Where. Is. The. Letter?
She won't give it to you.
No, she won't, you're right.
But she'll give it to you.
What's wrong?
I'm just...
What?
Uh, it's just, you know... I just can't forget that you...
you know you betrayed my trust when you kept that letter.
I thought we were in this together, you know?
Something should happen to you...
- I only wanted to protect you. - I know.
I can't sleep since I've had this letter. It's just...
I keep seeing my brother's face, his blood...
Betty. Let me take the burden for you.
Okay? I'll safeguard it, and no one will harm you.
After everything that's happened,
it's a small start to making things better.
It's behind the crate, in the air vent.
Thank you for trusting me.
[ music ]
[ choking ]
Betty?
Headache.
[ music ]
Shhhh...
A man believed to be enviromental terrorist, Max Vargas,
a claimed citizen, {*corr} was taken into Federal custody today
and is currently awaiting formal charges for masterminding the
recent bombing of the Synequanon Head Office Building.
After the break, millions mourn as pop-singer Britney
was found dead this morning of a prescription drug overdose...
[ shouting in distance ] {*corr2}
[ grunting in distance ]
Mozz! What are you doing?
This is all bad! He tricked me fool!
Right after you brought him, he did this to Max!
He tried to kill you! He wants to destroy us all!
Ralston was right! Why does this had to happen?!
Goddamnit, why?! Tell me, why?!
Hold it together, Mozz. Every second counts.
- We've got to free Max. - Max is strong.
- He will not brake. - Everybody does.
You think they'll play nice on us for this? Wake up!
This is real, now! We are terrorists.
The Feds will be here within an hour.
We need to move, regroup and make a plan...
to get back to letter.
Before Max knows anything about it.
Because we have to assume he is going to talk!
- Ahh... - Don't touch me. {*here ok}
Don't touch me.
Madam Traymore... what brings you all the way from Alaska?
Would you mind giving Mr. Amos and I a moment alone please?
Thank you.
- I don't want you to see me like this. - I'm here to help.
- Thanks, Governor Traymore... - I think we know each
other better than that that you can call me Harriet.
I was worried sick about you. You alright?
My insides are a mess,
and they say that I'll be lucky to walk without a limp, but...
I couldn't stay away and you shouldn't have asked me to...
- I had to see you. - Please don't.
What is it?
My wife and my daughter just died, Harriet. I cannot do this...
Us.
You slept with me when they were alive,
and now that they're dead you've found a conscience?
- Oh, poor Sam. - Don't.
You will give me my space.
Does this mean I don't have your support
for my presidential campaign against Carrington?
You have Synequanon's full support.
You're gonna do Synequanon another favor though.
Name it.
We need more controllable land in Alaska.
President Carrington is trying to push through this weak
minded environmental accord before the election.
You have to help us slow that down or stop it.
That is 15 billion dollars worth of energy rights
that he's gonna piss down the drain.
Not mentioning that's where we built HEARPE.
We will put you in the White House. Don't worry about that.
I don't want Carrington to get a second wind.
We'll call News One. We will spin a story about the bombing
that puts Carrington in the cross hairs.
Good. I want everyone to know what a limp-dick geriatric fart he is.
You don't sugarcoat it do you.
No one cares about his knee-jerk environmental platform.
They want someone strong.
I think that your interests will dovetail very nicely with mine.
You see that you have my full and complete support, Mr. Amos.
You also have every other part of me that you want.
One step at a time, Harriet.
One step at a time.
THE WHITE HOUSE
With this pen... I will sign The Carrington Accord,
which will mark a major step forward in cutting
millions of metric tons of carbon emissions.
Now, this would never have been possible
without the brilliant work, the brilliant research
and statistical analysis of Doctor Franklin Eggenschweiler,
he is our nation's leading climate scientist.
Now let this be a victory for our children's children that
shows that government listens to the wisdom of our scientists.
[ music ]
No, no, no. No...
Dr. Eggenschweiler.
[ mumbles ] No...no...
[ gunshots ]
[ music ]
Rise and shine, Brother.
[ distant sirens ]
[ sirens getting closer ]
- Hey! Move away from the car! - Eat me crackhead!
Move away from the bike! Please!
[ police sirens ]
[ music ]
Stop!
[ music ]
Get back in the car.
Get back in the car!
[ music ]
Betty?
Vargas?! Anyone!
[ knocking ]
Come in.
Morning, Secretary.
We just got these in.
I thought you'd want a heads up.
He executed Dr. Eggenschweiler in cold blood,
in broad daylight, with two dozen witnesses,
ten of which videotaped the event on their cell phones.
Why? Why would he do this?
You'll have to ask him... when they get him.
Which won't happen so fast if you want my opinion,
since they couldn't catch a doughnut
if I dangled it in front of them on a fishing line.
Anyway, I'm calling a special meeting with the President.
We need an Executive Order on this one. This nightmare is bound to go public.
Reynolds, wait a minute.
There's something strange about these photos. Take a look.
Define strange. Parameters are fairly broad these days.
Look at the difference in posture.
Right... in this one he looks completely in control,
here he looks like he's about to fall to his knees.
- So what? - He looks disoriented, even drugged.
Does this look like the face of a cold blooded assassin to you?
It's his face, plain as day. Is it?
Who cares? I just want all of them taken out.
The Wizard
[ knocking ]
- Who is it?! - Pizza delivery.
- I didn't order a pizza. - Pizza delivery.
What kind of pizza?
Double anchovies with pineapple.
CIA hasn't used that passcode in over 18 months.
- Who the hell are you? - Pizza delivery.
Maybe you didn't get the memo:
I don't subcontract work out to CIA shills.
Not since the collapse of the American Empire...
Not since the zero charisma wintermutes bagged Kim Dotcom.
I'm not CIA, Barnabis... not anymore...
- But I need a favor from a Wizard. - Wizard?
Hold on a second... XIII?
But your face! Is that you?
What's left of him.
You know the NSA has you on their call sheet.
Your face is all over the feeds.
I hear they're saving a cell for you in Gitmo.
They're sayin' you did some bad things.
And you really believe what "they" say?
Is that double cheese?
Those guys got it all figured it out.
Chaos and cosmos.
If you knew what I know you'd know that in an
insane world the sane man must appear to be insane.
Yeah. Deep huh?
[ burps ]
Hold on. What can I do for ya, Mr. XIII?
I need a Class 2 dedicated secure line to a specific cell
number within the White House IP pool.
- Badass, badass. - Can you fix me one?
[ laughs ]
I was on the original team that developed the handshake protocol
for that device, before I moved into the private sector.
- I'll make you an Earwig. - A what?
It's next-gen. Operates on a carrier
bandwidth between two spectral masks.
Totally secure, impossible to crack.
Once paired with another unit it acts like a two way channel.
What number do you want to pair it with?
- I only have a name. - Well it's good thing I'm a wizard, then.
Just gimme the name and I'll run a trace route.
Lauren Jones. She's the Secretary of State...
- Secretary of State... - ... State, yeah.
I guess that all that your mystery... secret is part of Secretary. {*corr3}
- Can you do it? - Yeah...
Just sit back, watch an learn. Alright?
But if they'll come out, I have to tell them you had
a gun on my head, or something... [ laughs ]
Who mind you for a liar, right?
Now the Carrington Accord is gonna give industry {*here ok}
valuable incentives for carbon credits saved. But Amos...
We gotta get Synequanon and the Chinese onboard.
Otherwise... it's gonna look like it's ineffective.
It will be seen as ineffective... or you will be seen as ineffective?
Boy, we go back a long way, don't we, Amos?
- I made you... - Synequanon made you.
Let's not forget that.
[ laughs ]
Goddamnit...
I've got that Traymore woman on my ass in the polls,
the election's right around the corner.
I need that accord accepted by industry, and implemented, now!!!
Not six months from now,
when that bitch has her ass parked in my chair!
Now what the hell's it gonna... [ phone rings ]
- Who the hell is that? - I... I'm incredibly sorry, Sir.
I thought it was off. This is Jones.
Jones. It's me...
I'm gonna need to take this.
- Make it quick. - Yes, Sir.
Boy, I'm hungry.
I seem to remember you used to like the BLT's around here...?
Are you calling to turn yourself in?
I need to meet with you. Just you.
That is not gonna happen. You're way too hot right now.
Just tell me why you did this.
Is it revenge? For what I did?
Because there is way too much collateral damage for that.
No... I don't know what's happening to me.
They messed with my head... my memories.
It's all a blur.
Oh yeah? Well, let me clear things up for you, ok?
There is a kill tag out on you right now,
and I'm doing everything in my power to keep you alive.
Now, I think I could convince Carrington, but...
I have to get you before the CIA and Synequanon do.
I have no control over them, okay?
So, if you just... agree to turn yourself in..
No! I want to meet you, just you and me.
- I can't... - Please.
I don't know who else to trust.
And you know me. I need you to believe me, to trust me. {*corr4}
I didn't do those things. It wasn't me!
[ whispering ] Well then who was it?
I don't know. Can't say...
It's not finished. It's gonna get worse, a lot worse!
What's the whole level of that threat, XIII?
Look, we need to stop them, Jones. Alright?
I can't do it alone.
I need you. {*here ok}
I'll set up a safehouse for you, okay? We can get this thing under control.
All right. Thank you.
I'm here, where are you?
Are you alone?
That's what you asked.
It's good to see you, Jones.
It's good to see you too, Thirteen.
- Really? - I have to do this.
I should have followed orders back then.
Why didn't you finish me off on that bridge?
As long as they thought you were dead. You had a life.
You know, I was dead for twenty minutes in that hospital.
And even though I escaped once I woke up, I had no life.
That's what betrayal does to a man.
You didn't spare me, you tortured me.
I'm sorry, Thirteen. I couldn't do it.
Don't.
You'll be doing me a favor.
There's something... I have to tell you.
[ gunshot ] [ screams ]
[ music ]
No, don't... Don't leave me now!
Jones! I want you to stay with me.
- Okay? I need you. - Sorry. I...
[ music ]
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