- Have you eaten? - No.
What is this, a picnic? Let's go. We got ten minutes to go.
- Punch me out, man. - You got it.
Any word from the LAPD Intelligence?
- If there is such a thing. - Not yet, sir.
Of course not. Because we're a covert antiterrorism team that is so secret
that when we snap our fingers, nothin' happens!
Sheriff's department? Airport police?
Still waiting, but Interpol insists he's in Tripoli.
Well, you trust that billion-dollar satellite, OK?
I'll trust a ten-dollar snitch at this point.
- Sean, look. - What?
Why don't you just give them a little break, OK?
We'll take a break when the case breaks, OK?
I never really enjoyed The Messiah. In fact, I think it's fucking boring.
But your voice makes even a hack like Handel seem like a genius.
Victor, when we put this thing to bed,
you can brand the Fourth Amendment on my butt.
- Thank you. - Sir, excuse me. Your wife is on line one.
Sean, a jet was just chartered. Anderson Airfield.
Guess who paid the bill in cash? Pollux Troy.
- Put someone on that plane. - We still got no sign of Castor.
Pollux doesn't fly without big brother. Now, come on!
You're 26 minutes late.
The casing didn't fit, right?
I told you Dietrich would try to pawn off some cheap-shit North Korean plastic.
Casing fit like a condom.
You didn't deviate from the plan, did you, Pollux?
How long can I sit here twiddling my thumbs?
I paid for the jet. Save us some time.
That's what the boys are for - to hide our famous faces.
If I didn't love you so damn much, I'd have to kill you, bro.
I hate it when you call me "bro".
You guys are paid to protect him from everybody, including himself.
And stay away from downtown on the 18th.
It's gonna be a little smoggy.
OK. My passengers are here. I gotta go.
Let's go, let's go. I'm bored. Let's go.
- Here you go. - Bravo.
Would you like anything else once we're airborne?
Oh, a peach.
Sit. Come here.
You know, I can eat a peach for hours.
Come here.
If I were to send you flowers, where would I...
No, wait. Let me rephrase.
If I were to let you suck my tongue,
would you be grateful?
There's someone on the runway.
Get off of me!
Archer.
FBI.
This is a very big gun. Fly the fucking plane.
Come on. That's it.
Come on, let's go.
Don't play chicken with the goddamn jet!
Come on!
He's got Winters. Goddamn it!
Sean!
All units, pin 'em in!
Close in on 'em!
One of yours, Sean?
Shit!
Out! Come on! Go! Go!
Goddamn it, Sean!
Take off now.
- Fly! - I can't.
Fly, bitch!
All units, locked and ready. Follow Archer's lead.
What the fuck are you doing?
There's an engine out. We gotta stop.
Move, move, move!
Pollux!
Get up!
Sock it to me! Sock it to me! Come on!
Cas.
Secure the hangar.
Berkley, down!
Down!
Give up, Castor. Your time's up.
You better hit me, Sean, cos you only got one bullet left.
So do you.
Wow!
We've got something in common.
We both know our guns.
What we don't have in common is that I don't care if I live and you do.
Sean, that hurts.
You're not having any fun, are you, Sean?
Why don't you come with us?
Try terrorism for hire. We'll blow some shit up. It's more fun.
- Shut the fuck up. - You watch your fucking mouth!
I'm about to unleash the biblical plague "hell-A" deserves.
But I'll give this shithole a break if my brother and I walk.
- Bullshit. - I see. You think I'm bluffing.
Maybe I am, but then maybe I'm not.
More importantly, what would you do with me locked up?
You'd drive your wife and kid crazy.
Say, how is your daughter anyway? Is she ripening by now?
Your darling Janie. Your little peach. Is she ripe?
OK.
OK. Please, man.
Don't shoot me.
I'm scared, Seany.
Well, I think you better pull the trigger, because I don't give a fuck!
I'm ready.
Ready for the big ride, baby.
Well, Sean, looks like Elvis done left the building.
It wasn't my fault! Why won't you ever be on my side?
I am always on your side, but you have to give me a chance.
Now what?
She was suspended again. Some kid made a crack about her clothes.
- And she started a fight. - Right, Dad.
- Don't even ask me what happened. - OK. What happened?
I see.
Not like you would believe me anyway.
Jamie, look. It's not easy, OK? I mean...
You change the way you look every week, and the way you act.
Who are you supposed to be now?
I'm supposed to be me.
Not like you have a clue who I am anyway.
I have to work tonight.
I called to tell you, but I was on hold for ten minutes.
- I couldn't wait any longer. - I got him, Eve.
It's over.
Oh, Sean!
I'll make it up to you and Jamie. I promise.
I'll put in for a desk job, I'll do counselling.
Sit down, talk about Mike. I'll do it. Anything you want.
I just want you.
Well, good, cos that's what you're gonna get. You happy?
Yes. Yeah.
Thank God.
Hold up.
What is all this?
Sir, the CIA sent this over.
I didn't know they catered. Send it back.
No, wait.
How about...
What about to Anderson, Montgomery, Berkley...
Pincus, Gianelli, Winters?
How's Loomis?
He's gonna need a little surgery, but he'll be OK.
- What's up? - Special Ops. They want a word.
- Forget it. I don't have the time. - Better make time, Sean.
Recovered from the jet wreckage. Found in Pollux Troy's briefcase.
Porcelain casing.
Thermal cloak.
Nerve gas and biological payload.
It's enough to flatten a square mile.
And then, depending on the prevailing winds,
the fallout'll be a tad worse than Gulf War syndrome.
The biblical... The biblical plague that LA...
Where is he? Where's Pollux Troy?
Why draw the schematic if you're not gonna build the bomb, hm?
Is it now a crime in this country to exercise the mind?
- I'm interested in b... - I won't say a word until I see my brother.
Any progress?
I need about ten minutes alone with this guy.
Give it a rest. You got Castor. Just go home.
We're not gonna evacuate the city on your hunch.
I know Castor too well for this to be a hunch.
You know what? Just run the goddamn bureau any way you like.
I could put an agent in his cell. Maybe Pollux will let it slip.
Oh, come on. He's a paranoid sociopath.
The only person he'd talk to about that bomb is his brother, and he's dead.
There is one other possibility.
Oh, God! You're keeping him alive.
Relax, Archer. He's a turnip.
What if you could walk into Erewhon Prison
and give Pollux a nice big-brotherly hug as Castor Troy?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Let me try. Malcolm Walsh.
- I run the bio-cover unit for Special Ops. - I know who you are.
But you don't know what I can do.
Physical alteration. Augmentation.
Dr Walsh can alter the likeness, even the voice, of a government witness.
I think you'll recognise this patient.
We had to build your friend Loomis a whole new ear from scratch.
What we're suggesting for you, Archer, isn't a permanent transplant like that.
Just a temporary trade.
Come here.
With the new anti-inflammatories healing takes days, not weeks.
Your blood types won't match, but Pollux won't know.
Height difference is negligible.
Skin pigment, eye pigment, both almost identical.
We'll use laser shears for the hairline,
microplugs for body hair.
We'll do an abdominoplasty, take care of those love handles.
But all that's the easy part. Here's the real science.
This is a state-of-the-art morphogenetic template.
The inside is modelled on your skull.
The outside, exactly like Troy's.
Then we fit his face on top. Not a replica, but the real thing.
Then we simply connect the muscles, tear ducts and nerve endings.
- So you wanna take his face and mine... - Borrow.
The procedure's completely reversible.
You think that I want to do this? No. No!
- There's no one else, Sean. - No!
You have lived and breathed Castor Troy for years.
I'll get his gang to talk. That's what I do.
What if you can't? The bomb will blow and Castor Troy will win.
Get out! Go ahead! And wipe your ass.
Damn! What the hell is that smell?
He shit in his pants. Where's Dietrich?
Hello, Sasha. When was the last time you saw Castor Troy?
Who cares? He's dead.
- Answer the question. - I know my rights.
- I don't have to answer shit. - You're right, but know this:
You're a convicted felon on probation for harbouring Castor Troy.
One phone call from me, and your son will end up in a foster home.
I understand why you would use such a threat,
but you try to take him away from me, I swear to you...
I haven't seen him for years.
This reeks of you. It's got your signature all over it.
Maybe, but you ain't got nothing on me and you know it.
Maybe so, but I can keep you within city limits,
or I can talk to your sister again.
She's right outside.
Only this time, I'll be nice.
Hey, Sean.
How's your dead son?
I don't know anything... OK, I heard something about the 18th.
But that's all I know.
Great. So we got a date. But where the hell's the damn bomb?
- Only Pollux Troy'll know that. - It's your call, Sean.
- Does Lazarro know your plan? - No, this is a black bag operation.
Strictly off the books.
You can't tell Lazarro, and you can't tell your wife.
Oh, God.
What are you asking me to do? OK, let's see.
You're asking me to break the law,
risk my neck,
and you're asking me to put in the dark all the people that love me and trust me.
I'll do it.
Sean.
- Sorry I woke you. - I'm glad it's you that woke me
and not a phone call telling me you won't be coming home.
But that's a fear I can finally let go of, huh?
Oh, it's all right, Sean. It's OK.
I keep...
I keep wanting to move this...
over here, you know?
If it'd only been an inch to the left,
Mikey would be alive.
And you wouldn't be.
Sean, things are gonna get better now that you're home.
The scar won't move, but it will heal if you let it.
Everything will be better now that this is forever out of our lives.
Eve, if I told you that I realised that this thing won't fully end...
until I did one last thing...
Eve, something vital.
You're going back on assignment again.
Just one last time.
Come on, Eve.
"I'm not going anywhere." That's what you told me.
You don't need me to tell you what to do, Sean. You never have. So, go.
But go now.
Sean, I'm changin' my mind. This is a suicide mission.
Yeah, I know. I know.
You know, maybe if this doctor,
if he can do even half of what he says he can do,
maybe it'll work. I don't know.
I'd become Castor Troy, be in control.
That's the part that scares me.
Doctor, I have something...
I have this scar that...
If you can put this back after all this is over...
It's important to me. It's like a reminder.
Sure.
Tito, please, hold this for me. Please.
OK, let's go.
Oh, my God.
You OK? Come on, talk to me, Sean.
Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!
- Sean! Sean! - Fuck you!
Sean, come on.
Sit down. Sean. Sean! Archer!
You're Sean Archer.
Sean Archer. Sean Archer.
When this is over,
I want you to take this face and burn it.
OK?
I still sound like me.
I've implanted a microchip on your larynx.
It's fantastic, but you'll have to be careful.
Pressure, a sharp blow, even a violent sneeze could dislodge it.
Just repeat what you hear.
Peach. I can eat a peach for hours.
There's a scratchy tickle.
Peach. I can eat a peach for hours.
- Once again. - Peach. I can eat a peach for hours.
Perfect.
Now, Sean, six days until the 18th. The clock's ticking and so's the bomb.
Right.
You've got two days to get Pollux to talk.
Either way, Miller comes in and pulls you out.
You got me?
- What's the matter? - Face itches.
You all right? Come on, let's go.
Archer's gonna be pissed when he comes back from his training op and finds out.
The guy's knee-deep in Georgia swamp.
You are now the property of Erewhon Prison.
A citizen of nowhere.
The Geneva Convention is void here.
Amnesty International doesn't know we exist.
When I say your ass belongs to me,
I mean exactly that.
This entire prison's one big magnetic field.
The boots tell us where you are.
621 to population.
Hey, hey, hey. What's the matter, pal? Don't you remember the little people?
- Burke Hicks. - Oh, yeah.
I bust...
believe Sean Archer busted you for stalking the UN Secretary General.
Oh, no, Archer framed me. I had nothing to do with that.
Word was you got wasted.
You wanna see what wasted looks like, little man?
Pollux.
Move it! Move out of the way! Out of the way!
Central, there's a disturbance in the population.
- Go to lockdown. - Hold that lockdown.
Come on, you pussy!
You watch your fuckin' mouth.
You watch your fuckin' mouth!
Cos I'm Castor Troy. Yeah!
I'm Castor Troy!
I'm Castor Troy! Yeah!
Lock 'em down!
I stop the fights, not you.
That's two strikes for you, Dubov. One more, you know where you're goin'.
- When I get out of here... - If you get outta here.
I'm gonna have you fired.
Lars, it's me.
Believe it!
Someone...
They took... switched my... for some fucking...
But it's cool. We're gonna deal with it.
Oh, yes, we're gonna deal with it.
- What's this about? - Dr Walsh!
I was just enjoying some of your greatest hits here.
Oh, I hope you don't mind.
I partook of your groovy... your groovy painkillers.
You know, this is fabulous work. This is, this is...
Bravo!
Bra-fucking-vo!
Oh, God, this is excellent.
Bravo. Bravo.
What do you want?
Take one goddamn guess.
I wish they'd play some of those salmon spawning scenes again.
I found them intensely erotic.
Fuckin' nature channel.
One more waterfall, I'm gonna foam at the mouth.
It's like they're begging us to riot.
Excuse me.
Not feeling very coordinated lately, are you?
Look, bro, you gotta help me.
I am so fried.
If the psychos in here find out I'm misfiring, we're both gonna be dead meat.
Shock treatment?
What's the matter with you? Did they operate?
I was in a coma. Jesus, you're still so fuckin' paranoid.
- Aren't they giving you your medication? - What was my medication?
Pollux, I hand-fed you those pills for years.
Vivex. I haven't forgotten that.
It's just everything else.
My senses, my reflexes, my memory.
It's like a tab of bad Quantrex.
I don't even know why that fucking yeti jumped me yesterday.
Dubov?
You had a sex sandwich with his wife and his sister the night he was sent here.
I guess that explains why he's so upset.
Wow.
We're gonna blow up LA, bro. Ain't it cool?
Oh, right, rub my nose in it, why don't you?
$10 million design, and now those militia nut-jobs get to keep their cash.
So fucking unfair.
That bomb you built does deserve an audience.
It's a work of art.
It belongs in the Louvre.
Yes, it does.
Oh, well.
I guess the LA Convention Center will have to do.
- What? - Thank you.
For what?
You are so fucking pathetic.
You got a visitor.
Ooh-whee, you good-Iookin'! You're hot!
It's like looking in a mirror, only not.
- Troy? - Now, that is between us, OK?
- But you were... - In a coma?
Nothing like having your face cut off to disturb your sleep.
Read the newspaper lately?
- You killed them? - Well, look, beats payin' the bill, huh?
I mean, if a face-lift costs five grand...
See anything you like?
Tito.
I torched all the evidence that proves you're you. OK?
So, wow. It looks like you're gonna be in here for the next hundred years!
Now I have got to go. I've got a government job to abuse
and a lonely wife to fuck.
Oh, did I say that? I'm sorry.
I meant make love to.
God, I miss that face.
Die!
Sorry, Agent Archer.
No, don't you worry about it, Mr Walton.
Clearly he's had a traumatic childhood and...
Thank you.
Look at this place. I'm in hell.
I may never get a hard-on again.
Oh, yes. There we go.
Well, I suppose it was only a matter of time
before you forgot where we lived.
Come on, give me a break.
Every house on this block looks the same.
Then I spotted you... Eve.
My one and only Eve.
So how was your vital assignment?
Which one was that?
How should I know, Sean?
Yes. The out-of-body experience.
Yes, that one.
- Where you goin'? - To the hospital.
No. No.
- What's the matter? - Sean, come on.
- No, what? - Quit teasing me. I'm still really hurt.
There are leftovers in the fridge.
No, no, I want to stay hungry for you, my peach.
- Gimme that tongue. - Sean, come on.
- What is it, Eve? - I can't believe what you're doing.
Eve, I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.
"Date night fizzled again."
"We haven't made love in two months."
What a loser.
Got your email, Karl.
The poem you sent me was pretty kinky.
The plot thickens.
Hang on a second.
I'll have to call you back.
- You're not respecting my boundaries. - I'm coming in, Janie.
Janie?
I don't think you heard me, Jamie.
You got something that I crave.
- Clarissa left those here. - I won't tell Mom if you don't.
When did you start smoking?
You'll be seeing a lot of changes around here.
Papa's got a brand-new bag.
Bye, bro. Drop me a line sometime.
Gonna be kinda lonely with Pollux gone, huh?
Pollux... Pollux what?
That big-shit cop, Archer, cut him a deal for turning state's evidence.
Your brother's been released.
I'm Sean Archer.
There is a bomb at the LA Convention Center. I'm Sean Archer and...
- Sir, we just wanted you to know... - We're all really sorry about Tito.
Oh, hey, shit happens, you know.
So, is our star witness talking?
Yeah, about what kind of mustard he likes on his tongue sandwiches.
If that bomb is out there, we're almost out of time.
Archer!
You made a deal with Pollux Troy. That isn't like you.
Well, when all else fails, fresh tactics.
Fresh? Let me tell you my fresh tactic.
From now on, everything to do with this case goes through me. Understood? Good.
Thanks.
You're supposed to be snitching and making me look good.
Look good?
Seeing that face on you makes me afraid my tiramisu might come back up.
Well, think about me - this nose, this hair, this ridiculous chin.
Brother, we're going straight.
Oh, my goodness. Did you exchange brains as well?
The first thing I need you to confess to is the location of the bomb.
What about our $10 million?
What about when I become an American hero for defusing the bomb?
What's that worth? Know that.
Thank you. Next question?
You're not the only one in the family with brains.
No. Although now I am the only one with the looks.
Touché.
This is an emergency evacuation.
- Any ideas? - Yeah. Run.
Sir, it's protected by a tamper switch. It'll take us hours to bypass.
Evacuate your team, Captain.
- No, but, sir, we can't disarm... - Leave.
Oh, baby!
That was the scene at the LA Convention Center
where an FBI agent became a city's saviour.
Sean Archer disarmed a massive bomb just one second before it was set to blow.
The apparent targets were three Supreme Court justices
scheduled to speak here today,
and anyone unlucky enough to be within a mile of the scene.
We asked Agent Archer if the FBI had any leads on who planted the device.
Well, that is classified information,
but if he's listening I wouldn't mind giving him a message.
Interception. Now our side's got the ball. Sorry.
Wanda, everybody...
Look, I...
I wanna thank you for...
enduring all these years that I was an insufferable bore.
Sir, did you just have a surgical procedure?
What do you mean?
Well, was the stick successfully removed from your ass?
Sir. The White House on one.
It's the president. Oh, and your wife on line two.
- Well, you tell the president to hold. - OK.
- Sean, you scared the hell out of me. - It's date night.
- Congratulations. - Oh, big deal.
OK, I said, "Mr President, I want the authority"
and I want the funds and the personnel
"to take over the whole gamut of global terrorism, right?"
And he said, "The next name on my calling list is Lazarro",
and I'm telling him that Sean Archer writes his own ticket."
OK?
What's the matter?
I don't know, Sean.
You just seem so different.
I mean, what is all this about, this intimate candlelight dinner?
I'm supposed to forget all the promises cos you're going back into the fray?
If the top cop in this country can't come home every night to his wife,
then the hell with the country,
because the only place I'm going...
is upstairs with you.
Exercise. One hour.
How can I get out of here?
You can't.
How can I get these boots off?
They only take 'em off in the clinic, right before they fry your skull.
- I'm out of cigarettes. - Get back in line, Troy.
I said I'm out of cigarettes.
Kick his ass!
What the hell! That's not right!
I need a light! I need a light!
- Anybody got a light? - All right!
Anybody got a light?
Got a light?
Better bring the bastard down before he chokes himself to death.
Well, happy day. It's Castor Troy.
Wait. Hold it. Can I have a light?
You know those things'll kill ya.
Get his boots, Walton.
Dubov, I didn't touch your wife.
And I didn't touch your sister.
But I know your wife loves you. She's waiting for you.
So let's get outta here.
You're more brain-dead than Dubov.
- Out. - Out.
- Get in there! - Close the door!
Look out!
Shots have been fired. We have men down in C-4.
I got 'em.
Move!
Get down!
Dubov!
No!
Get out!
Dubov!
No.
Give me your hand.
Come on.
You can do it.
No!
No. No!
No!
Sean!
Wait.
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry.
Have a nice day.
"Have a nice day"?
What is with you? Is this your way of just not dealing with this morning?
Yeah... Yeah, maybe.
Sean. Sean!
I know it's hard for you but it's hard for me too,
and we still have to go.
Happy birthday, Mikey.
He took our baby, Sean. He took our little boy.
You turned your beeper off.
Yes, well, my son's birthday.
Well, here's some poetic justice, sir. Castor Troy's dead.
He got killed trying to escape from Erewhon.
Where's his body? I want to see his body.
It hasn't been recovered yet.
"It hasn't been recovered yet"?
Get the LAPD on this!
Even if he is alive, Castor isn't stupid enough to come back to the city.
You must trust me.
He's already here.
County General. How may I direct your call?
Dr Archer, please. It's an emergency.
- May I say who's calling? - Her husband.
Dr Archer? Call on line three.
I know this sounds crazy... Shit.
- Sean? - Eve. Listen carefully.
- The man you think is your husband isn't. - Who is this?
Please just listen. Take Jamie, go to your mother's.
Don't tell him where you're going. Just go.
Whoever you are, don't call again.
- Operations. - I need Victor Lazarro immediately.
- Regarding? - I have information about Castor Troy.
I'll transfer you, sir.
Sean Archer here. Who's calling?
Well, if you're Sean Archer, I guess I'm Castor Troy.
Ah, yes.
This escaped convict is considered extremely dangerous.
If you have any information concerning the whereabouts of Castor Troy...
You goddamn right. Yeah!
The shit's so good, it's gonna make your dick hard.
What? Cheryl? Cheryl's a liar.
Dietrich.
So you're still selling hops and drugs to Cheryl and Phil Roy.
Castor fucking Troy!
Oh, man. You scared me, man.
All right. All right!
I never should've sold you those bombs. That's my curse. I can't say no to a friend.
You can't say no to money.
- That's my other curse. - You drug dealer.
- What's the matter? - What?
You look like you just fucked your mother. Come on, let's relax.
Well, there's the word.
Hey, Castor.
- Come on. - I don't believe this!
Castor Troy!
What are you doing?
Come on in.
Hey, baby. Remember me? I'm your favourite peach.
I thought I was your favourite.
You know, you look pretty good for a dead guy.
- Mescal. - Two?
So what do you wanna do?
- You wanna get out of the country? - I'm not going anywhere.
I'm gonna get Sean Archer
with your help.
OK.
Welcome home, baby.
How are we supposed to do that?
He's vulnerable at home.
No.
This is Sean Archer we're talkin' about. This isn't just some boy scout.
- Fitch... - Well, no.
Besides, his house is probably alarmed up the wazoo.
The code is 10-19-86. That's his dead son's birthday.
Don't it just break your heart?
- That's brilliant. - That's sick.
How is it that you know so much about Sean Archer?
I sleep with his wife.
What?
She's... God. She's great.
So, once we kidnap supercop, then what?
Tiny surgery.
I'd like to take his face off.
Yes.
Now if you'll excuse me,
I have to use the little boys' wee-wee room.
Cas.
- You wanna take his face. - Yes.
His face off!
The eyes, nose, skin.
It's coming off.
The face...
off.
No more drugs for that man.
I'm not me.
I'm me.
Not me. Me.
Castor Archer.
I thought you were dead.
I'm not dead. I'm me.
No, no, no. Look, what I'm trying to tell you, brother, Pollux,
is once we get the full protection and resources of the government
to help us get rid of our rivals - right? - then we'll be set.
Then maybe, just maybe, I'll get my frickin' face back.
Then I'll just have one jag-off to take care of.
Hey, where you goin'? Where you goin'?
Karl, stop it.
- Maybe two. Hold on. - Karl, stop it!
- Calm down. Calm down! - Karl!
My dad's home. Let go.
- Happy hunting. I'll catch you later. - Stop it!
Yeah, like Mr Fucking Invisible gives a shit about you.
So fuckin' hold still! Calm down!
- OK. Say you're sorry. - I'm sorry!
- I didn't hear it. - I'm sorry!
- Mean it. - I'm so sorry!
Dress up like Halloween, and ghouls will try to get in your pants.
Typical Dad. Some guy tries to rape me and I'm to blame.
This isn't you.
No, you haven't been the same since Mike died.
Hiding behind someone else's face, hoping you wouldn't feel the pain.
While we're talking, do you have protection?
What, do you mean, like, condoms?
Protection.
Next time, let Karl take his pants down.
Slip this in his thigh, twist it, so the wound won't close.
Now, go on, get outta here.
I am the king.
Eve.
Jesus! Cas, it's me.
It's me.
Cas. Shh.
Come on. It's me.
Jesus!
- Come on. - Don't you want to talk?
The only talk I ever heard from you is "suck my tongue", "I love your ass", and "see ya".
Take this filthy shit off, put this on and get outta here.
- No, I'm not going anywhere. - Really?
What, do you expect me, after all this time, just to... just to jump on you?
- That's not what... - Is that what you expect?
- That's not what I meant. - What did you mean?
Is this what you meant?
That? That? How 'bout this?
Is that good?
- Sean Archer. - Bro.
I figured he might drop in on some of our old friends,
and if my eyes don't deceive, I think this fella's beginning to enjoy being you.
Good.
Look, OK... Look... Sasha.
What I meant is that I'm not going anywhere until your brother helps me first.
Cas.
If the FBI finds out that you were here, I'll lose my son.
Please, Cas, you just gotta go.
I've said and done some things that have made your life harder. I know.
How would you? When you left, you never looked back.
I just know.
Look, Sasha, I'm not the same person you remember.
And for what it's worth I'm sorry.
- They're nice-looking clothes. - Yeah, of course. They're yours.
I know, I just like 'em.
That's a nice-lookin' kid too.
Yeah. Of course.
He's yours too.
- How old is he? - Five.
Nobody knows he's yours.
I was scared someone would try to hurt him just to hurt you.
Adam. Adam!
I don't want you playing with those things. They are very, very dangerous. OK?
Now, come on, sweetie.
I want you to meet your father.
Look at him. It's OK. Say hi.
Hi.
Michael.
Michael. Michael?
- Cas? Cas. - Michael?
Cas, you're scaring him. Let him go.
What is the matter with you?
Get down!
OK, Red team! Red Team, break off!
How'd you get to be so brave? How'd you get to be so brave?
- Come out now with your hands up! - Put these on.
Oh, yeah. That's a good idea, baby. Listen to your music. Come on.
Come out now!
- Go, go, go! - We have a warrant for your arrest!
Cops.
I hate cops.
Come on, kid.
Move, move!
Come on now!
Go, go!
Go!
Get out of here!
Come on!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Damn, my place is getting fucked up!
Take him.
Cas! Cas! Give me the boy!
Really? Really? Come on!
Come on, come on! Let's go! Go, go, go!
Cas, be careful with him!
Don't be scared, all right? All right?
Adam!
Adam? Adam?
Get 'em out back! Go, go, go!
- Put the boy down. - Honey, sweetie, don't touch that.
It isn't nice!
I don't want to ever see you do that.
They're like cockroaches!
Drop it.
That's it.
Buzz.
I told him not to fuck with me.
Take the boy and get out of here.
- Are you all right? - Go!
Hurry up.
Hey, man.
We had some good times, didn't we?
I don't know what I hate wearing worse -
your face or your body.
I mean, I enjoy boning your wife,
but... well, let's face it.
We both like it better the other way, yes?
So why don't we just trade back?
You can't give back what you've taken from me.
Oh, well. Plan B.
Let's just kill each other.
Sir, why are you so upset?
It's just Pollux Troy.
Sir, look, you're on the cover of Time.
Listen. "In a single week, Agent Sean Archer"
has ordered a stunning series of blitzkrieg-style raids
on the hideouts, staging grounds and safe houses
"of our nation's assassins, car bombers..."
Sean. Look, we're friends, so I'm gonna tell you face to face.
I don't give a damn if you are Time's Man of the Year.
After last night's bloodbath, I'm terminating your war on terrorists.
Is that because I'm getting all the kudos and you're not?
I don't know where you're getting your intelligence. It's not from field agents.
Sometimes I think you know too much. Washington's starting to worry.
Justice wants a hearing.
They're concerned about the constitutionality of your gestapo tactics
and, frankly, so am I!
OK, Victor, I'll give the taxpayers a break.
But...
I have something I want to confess
and I don't think you're gonna like it.
I am Castor Troy.
- Kimmy. Kim? - Yes, sir?
Call the paramedics. Victor Lazarro has had a heart attack.
- Oh, God. Right away. - Thank you.
81.
Home.
Eve.
No. Honey, please... please don't scream. Don't scream.
I'm not gonna hurt you. Honey, please. Don't.
Shh. Shh. Just don't look at my face.
And the voice... Don't listen.
- Just... Eve... - I know who you are. You killed our son!
Shh. I did not kill our son.
I'm Sean.
Last time I saw you was in this room.
We had a fight when I said I had to go away again.
I spent the night in Mike's old bed.
I'm tired, Eve.
The assignment was to enter a federal prison as Castor Troy.
Just fucking insane.
A special ops surgeon gave me Castor's face!
And then somehow Castor came out of his...
his coma
and killed everybody who knew about the mission.
But not before transforming into me.
I know you don't believe a word I'm saying. Well, here's proof, Doctor.
Your husband, me, my... Sean's blood type is O negative.
Castor's is AB.
And I love you.
Get some backup.
What a day.
You look tense.
I know I've been acting different lately.
Strange.
I've got a confession to make, Eve.
You're not gonna like it.
Eve, I feel... I feel so close to you.
I read your diary. I know I shouldn't have. I'm ashamed.
But I did.
I just wanna be the man that you deserve.
Passionate, tender.
Victor Lazarro died today. He had a heart seizure.
My mentor, gone.
First Tito, then Victor. So what...
I hope this doesn't mean I'm losing you.
Of course not.
You're the only family I've got.
Oh, God.
Oh, Sean.
Oh, God.
I was hoping you'd come here. Thank you for trusting me.
Right now I don't trust anyone.
Eve, where did you get that gun?
I took it from my fake husband.
Put it down. You know I'm Sean.
Do I? Maybe Sean's already dead, huh?
I'm moving very slowly.
I was thinking the other day...
I remember
I once took a date out for surf and turf,
not knowing she was a vegetarian.
So she ate bread
and broke her tooth on a rye seed.
We drove around all night,
looking for an all-night dentist,
and he was so drunk he fixed the wrong tooth.
And when I finally brought her home,
even though it must have hurt like hell,
you kissed me.
Sean.
That man...
You know, we've been living together as man and wife for a week.
Yeah, I...
I know.
Eve. Eve.
I put you in that position,
and I can never make it up to you.
Well, you're damn well gonna try.
Let me take a look at that wound before you bleed to death.
With Lazarro out of the way,
Castor's the new acting director of the bureau.
- He's untouchable. - Not tomorrow.
- Tomorrow he'll be at Victor's service. - Tomorrow?
That will be the day.
I want you and Jamie away from there. Give him a good excuse.
I can cover for Jamie, but if I'm not coming he's gonna know something's up.
Besides, I'm the only one who can try and explain the truth.
Excuse me, Mr Archer. May I help you?
Dr Levine to X-ray.
Sean, what are you doing here?
I'm so sorry, darling.
I just get so jealous.
I mean, what is a guy to think
when his wife runs off in the middle of the night?
That I'm a doctor on call, so please let me get back to work. OK?
Sorry.
Lies. Distrust. Mixed messages.
This is turning into a real marriage.
How's Adam?
I took him to my cousin's until this thing blows over.
- Where's Jamie? - That's what I'd like to know.
She stole $50 from my purse and took off.
- So, what's the next move? - This isn't your fight.
Come on. You're surprised? Our daughter won't even visit Michael's grave.
You think she gives a damn about your boss?
He killed my brother.
I'm not gonna let him take you too.
Whatever happens,
I promise Sean Archer is off your back for good.
My dear friends, we are here to celebrate the life of Victor Lazarro.
In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, amen.
Amen.
Somebody back there asked me to give this to you.
In peace now let us take our brother Victor to his place of rest.
Isn't this religious?
Ah, yes. The eternal battle between good and evil, saint and sinner.
But you're still not having any fun.
Honey? Honey.
Come here.
And guess what... Your daughter's on the way.
History repeats itself.
This is between us.
- Leave them out of it. - No. You should have left them out of it.
Your son was an accident. I wanted to kill you.
But you took it so personally.
Why didn't you just kill yourself or let it go?
- No father could. - No brother could either.
Neither could a sister.
Hey, baby.
Sasha, what the fuck are you doing here?
Gee, Archer, I guess I'm crashing.
- You OK, baby? - Yeah. Thanks.
Sasha, "baby", I'm Castor. That's Archer.
And I'm bored.
Put the fucking gun down.
Why don't you put your guns down?
What a predicament!
Take care of our boy.
I love him so much.
Don't let him grow up to be like us. Promise?
Yeah.
Is he here?
Mom?
Jamie!
Jamie, don't!
Hello, Wanda? Wanda, this is Eve Archer.
I have something crazy to tell you.
It's a capital crime to try to kill the next big boss of the FBI, yes?
- Yes. - Ah, yes.
- The penalty... - Is what?
The penalty is death!
Die. Please, God. Die.
Hold it!
Good girl, Jamie. Shoot him!
Honey, don't listen to him. He's not your father. Hear my voice.
I'm your father!
Use your eyes, Jamie. Shoot him!
Don't listen to him. Don't shoot.
This scumbag shot your brother, Jamie! Kill him!
Clod.
No daughter of mine would shoot so wide.
Dad, put the gun down.
Put it down.
Dad, put it down.
Now we're gonna find out what's in Papa's bag,
Peaches.
Say goodbye to Papa.
Jamie!
Jamie, are you all right? Oh, my God.
Sir, are you OK?
Someone please tell me what planet I'm on!
Get down!
Stop! This is the police.
Stop immediately, or we will be forced to open fire!
Fire! Fire!
You're right, Sean. I've misbehaved. I need to be punished.
But remember. Every time you look in the mirror,
you'll see my face.
Die!
Ready.
Ready for the big ride, baby.
You OK, Archer?
- What did you call me? - He called you Archer, sir.
Sean.
They're bringing in their top surgical team from DC. You're gonna be OK.
When you wake up, everything will be restored just the way it was.
My scar.
The one near my heart.
This old bullet wound.
- I won't need it any more. - OK.
Dad?
I'm sorry I shot you.
I've got something I have to ask both of you.
This is Adam,
and he needs a place to live.
Hi.
My name's Jamie.
I'm Adam.
Why don't you show Adam his new room?
Come on.
OK.