Painter, The (2024)

[bunniefuu]

Hey, hon. How you feeling?

I'm good, love.

The little ninja,

however,

is kicking

the absolute piss out of me.

Seventeen bathroom trips

and counting.

Well, maybe you two should

be home, and not, you know,

on active assignment in...

An undisclosed location.

I'm chained to the desk,

I swear.

One more week of surveillance

and we bag this assh*le,

and then I'm back home,

in full mama mode.

I can't wait.

I'm glad you called.

I wanted to hear your voice

before I go dark.

Where to now?

"An undisclosed location."

Ha-ha. Touche.

Peter?

Love you so much.

Forever and ever.

You too, El.

Forever and ever.

Hey, Pop.

Ah, sh*t.

Nice costume.

Mustache really suits you.

I'll get the drop on you

one of these days.

Don't hold your breath.

Hey. You like my Colgate smile?

Here.

Souvenir.

No, thanks.

Suit yourself.

How's Elena?

As big as a house.

She says hi, by the way.

I bet she's ready

for this part to be over with.

You taking some time off?

Yeah. Just let me

ask my boss.

Well, you know me.

I'm a "mission first" guy.

The bigger question is,

are you ready to be a dad?

Were you?

Nope.

Who could've been ready?

No one believed

you'd ever recover, Peter.

And when I saw you

lying in that bed,

I knew, somehow,

that you would.

But I loved your parents.

I felt a responsibility to you

when they were taken down

by the t*rror1st att*ck.

And I believed

you'd get your hearing back.

I insisted.

It's extremely rare.

The injury to his ears

has made them hypersensitive

to the point of pain.

So he can hear?

He can hear everything.

In time,

he'll learn to filter out

the different sounds

so he can function.

It would be a terrible weakness

if he can't control it.

Or a strength.

I refused

to believe the naysayers,

and look what happened.

You did get your hearing back,

and it became an asset.

It all hurts! Stop it!

Hey, it's me. It's okay.

You became

a kind of a wonder in our work.

It's okay. You're safe.

I can't take the place

of your father,

but if you give me a chance,

maybe we can make

a family of our own.

You know,

there's plenty of stuff

I'd do over again,

if I had half the chance,

but adopting you, helping you

become the man you've become...

You're the best thing

I ever did.

You're gonna be my legacy.

He's as bad as they come.

Government intel, weapons,

corporate espionage,

dr*gs, you name it.

The golden boy

of all our enemies.

He's very well-protected, Peter.

A biometric watch?

Contains a hard drive

with sole access

to his contacts, stolen intel,

and the account numbers

of the hundreds of millions

he's made

selling out our country.

We want it all back.

You need to download

the contents

while he's still breathing.

It's linked to a heart monitor

in the watch.

It stops,

the data dies with him.

Tricky.

That's why I have you, Peter.

My fail-safe.

My closer.

I'm sure you got

plenty of guys like me.

Peter...

there's nobody like you.

He's meeting tonight

with a Russian FSB,

and that can't happen.

Tonight?

Right. Clock is ticking.

No matter the consequence.

Consequence,

No matter

the collateral damage...

We complete our mission.

Be careful, son.

Always, Pop.

I learned from the best.

Elena?

Peter?

It's okay. He's a friendly.

Peter, you have to let him go.

I have orders.

So do I.

We've been building a case

on this guy for eight months.

He needs to stand trial.

No.

Elena?

Peter!

Peter!

Peter...

Peter! Peter...

Peter!

No!

That's my baby!

That's my...

No! Get off me!

My life is falling apart

because of you,

because of every f*cking lie

you've ever told me.

Peter! Peter! Listen to me.

She wasn't supposed to be there.

I thought she was behind a desk,

running surveillance!

You sat across from me

at that diner

and you lied to me!

No, I did not.

Please, don't let this

pull us apart.

I'm done.

Peter...

Peter!

No, we can't.

I can't have another baby.

And every time

I look at you...

I just can't.

Elena.

Elena!

Dennis.

Elena, one sec!

Hey. I'm just going to go

and take this call.

I'll be right back, okay?

Everything's

going to be okay.

Elena?

I got the flash drive

you sent me.

The intel on this thing

is unbelievable.

There's 30 kids

part of this Internship.

You need to go dark.

I can't believe the agency

is capable of

anything like this.

You have no idea what

our agency is capable of.

Poor kids. How's the boy?

He's, uh... He's fine.

He knows I'll protect him.

But Marlene didn't make it.

I'm so sorry, Dennis.

Listen. I think

they might know where we are.

I need

those extraction coordinates.

I'm working on

the coordinates now.

Just get out of the city.

Okay. Hurry. Hurry!

Hey.

Hey, buddy. You lock the door?

I need you to open the door.

We can't be here.

We gotta go.

Hey. Open the door.

Come on! Open the door!

We gotta go!

We gotta go!

Open the door! Now!

Open the door!

Did you find the drive?

I heard him

talking on the phone.

He sent it to somebody else.

Who?

I only heard a first name:

"Elena."

Check it.

The b*at absolutely kills.

Lucy?

Mark. Guess what?

We sold

one of your paintings.

Really?

Uh-huh. I've got cash for you.

Come by tonight.

I'll make it

worth your while.

Oh, come on. Live a little.

I live.

Yeah, quietly.

Ah, you say that

like it's a bad thing.

There's nothing wrong

with quiet, Mark,

but sometimes, it is nice

to actually go out

into the rest of the world

instead of hiding at home.

So...

what do you say?

Yeah, all right.

Great.

I'll see you later, then.

I almost forgot.

Happy birthday, Peter!

You gotta stop doing this.

You're paying twice as much

money for everything.

You're the one

that's always getting paint

all over all of your stuff.

I've been with you long enough

to appreciate the value of...

...critical redundancy.

One of the few things

I learned from my boss:

always have a back-up.

But...

there is only one you.

Dear Peter:

The hardest thing to see

is what is in front

of your eyes.

El.

Hey, Mark.

Niles.

Junk Man.

Hey, Mark.

I've got your six, man.

I've got your six.

Hey! Back, back!

What brings you to town?

The usual!

Preparing for the apocalypse.

I got my pacemaker,

it's all tuned up. All tuned up.

Besides that, minding

my own business. How about you?

Same. Minding mine.

Ah. Smart.

I got your six, man!

To the end, soldier.

Okay. To the end! Okay!

Those fools.

Today I wake up

Watch the rain

And I...

Which one?

The three dogs.

"Wolves."

Whatever.

It's a hundred bucks.

What's on the docket tonight?

Ah. Just one beer,

then I gotta get home.

God, your life

is so exciting, Mark.

I don't know

how you stand it.

Come on, hang out.

Have two beers.

They're on the house,

and guess what?

You might even enjoy yourself.

You're a hard person

to say no to, Lucy.

Uh-huh.

Stick around till closing...

see if that's really true.

Hey, Lucy!

Can I get a frickin' beer here?

Hold your horses, Al!

I'm coming.

Think about it.

One of these days,

I'm gonna buy a painting, Mark.

Just you wait and see.

Early night?

Yeah. The computers

aren't gonna fix themselves.

Night, my friend.

Good night, fellas.

You're like a midnight sun

Bustin' through

my winter's night

I'm thankful for those days

That you came my way

Makes everything

feel all right

I know I've got to stay

On my side of the line

It's so hard

when I can't touch you

These feelings in my way...

Peter Barrett?

Excuse me?

My name is Sophia...

and my mom

called you Peter.

Who's your mother?

Elena Maran.

I'm sorry. I don't know her.

Look, my mom said

if anything

ever happened to her,

to drop everything

and find you.

"Find Peter."

Well, then I suggest

you keep looking

till you find him.

I bought your painting.

She said

you were an artist.

Sophia, is it?

I'm sorry to hear

your mom left--

She didn't leave.

Something happened to her.

My mom would

never leave me.

Listen, I can't help you.

Maybe try the police.

She wanted me to find you.

No, she wanted you to find

someone named Peter.

My name's Mark.

I wish I could be more help.

Good luck.

Is everything okay?

Ah, yeah.

Just a little misunderstanding.

Thanks, Lucy.

What? You're leaving?

Yeah. Good night.

Good night, Mark.

f*ck.

You okay, hon?

I'm fine.

I guess

I should call a cab.

What?

Are you f*cking kidding me?

It's dead.

I'll call you a cab.

You stalking me?

Holy sh*t!

Sneak up on people much?

How'd you find me?

I saw your license plate

in the parking lot.

My mom's CIA. She taught me

how to impersonate a cop.

I just called the DMV

and asked for your info.

Really?

No, not really.

Lucy told me where you live.

But my mom did teach me,

if I ever needed to,

but I didn't even need to,

because, you know... Well, Lucy.

She's really pretty,

by the way. Are you guys...

together?

Like I said, I can't help you,

so if you don't mind.

You were CIA

like my mom, right?

I am truly sorry

for what you're going through,

but I am not

the guy you're looking for.

There has to be a reason

that she sent me here.

Well, she made a mistake.

My name's Mark Nicholson,

so you need to call the cops,

or the CIA, whoever.

Someone who can actually help.

Oh. Yeah.

Can I at least

borrow a charger?

Wow.

You painted all of these?

They're super cool.

Very... Van Gogh.

I have that charger

around here somewhere.

You're a really good painter.

Oh, hey, kid. Stop.

Those are private.

This is her.

This is my mom!

So you do know her.

Why would you lie?

This is my mother.

And you're my father.

What?

You heard me.

Go upstairs.

Last door on the left's

the bathroom.

Lock the door

and get in the tub.

No. No. No f*cking way.

Now!

What? What do you mean "now"?

What's happening?

Move, move!

Upstairs. Now.

What's happening?

Move, move!

Get back!

Move, move, move!

Cover, cover!

Hey, go, go!

Go, go!

Ah!

Watch the stairs!

Go, go, go!

Move, move!

It's okay. It's okay.

No, no, no, no, no.

I... I...

No. You did the right thing.

They were here to k*ll me.

What if they were here for me?

There's probably more coming!

There's no one else out there!

Sophia! I promise.

There's no one else out there.

You are Peter Barrett.

It doesn't matter.

We need to get you safe.

I think I know someone

that might be able to help us.

Yeah. Totally not CIA.

Let's go.

Chief? You wanted to see me?

Come in.

What do you know

about Peter Barrett?

Peter Barrett?

The Painter?

The one and only.

He just went rogue.

There he goes, and...

...bang.

Jesus.

I thought he went off-grid

years ago. Retired.

Well, the eight dead federal

agents would say otherwise.

Why now,

after all this time?

He's suspected

of being in possession

of classified materials,

making him

a national security thr*at.

Send in a containment perimeter

around Cascade.

The Painter

just became priority one.

Copy that, ma'am.

Oh, chief.

Does the old man know?

He's about to.

And we're gonna do the honors.

Dismissed.

It's about time.

Well, it's always good

to spend time with you,

face-to-face.

But we never got

the resources, did we?

Well, there's always

funds available.

Just depends

on where you find it.

Oh, yes. You and I

know a lot about that.

Yes, sir.

W-we'll have

to pick this up later.

Let's do that.

Naomi.

Good afternoon.

This is Agent Kim.

Come on in.

Good to see you.

It's an honor, sir.

This is Senator Reaves.

Ladies.

Hi.

Go easy on him.

I need him alive.

Especially for next week's vote.

Okay, kid.

Good. Thanks for your support.

Yeah. Take care.

Cheers.

So, I take it

this isn't a social call?

I'm afraid not.

Hey. Here's some skim milk

for your skim-milk coffee.

I didn't check the label,

but I'm sure it's okay.

When's the last time you were

in touch with Peter Barrett?

Peter Barrett?

The Painter, sir.

Oh, I know who he is,

Agent Kim.

He's my kid, you see.

I want to know when the last

time you spoke with him was.

It's been years,

and you know it. What's up?

Your boy m*rder*d eight

federal agents in cold blood.

What?

Federal agents?

They were there

to question him.

You don't send a wet team in

to question someone like Peter,

and you know that.

And you didn't call me?

We have intel

he's in possession

of highly-sensitive material.

He's a national security thr*at.

How'd you find him?

The question we should be asking

is why would your son steal

classified documents

from the U.S. government?

What's his motive?

Is Peter being set up?

Is the company

covering its tracks,

and using you to do that?

Oh, no, sir.

We are just trying to get

to the bottom of this.

Do you know

where Peter would go,

or what he would want

with this intel?

I don't know anything,

Agent Kim.

But I'll get

to the bottom of it.

I'll get to the bottom of it.

And now it's time

for you both to leave.

He's hiding something.

Chief?

Put a tap and tail on Byrne.

I want to know where he goes

and who he talks to.

Ma'am.

We're hiding out

at a computer shop?

Let's go.

Niles?

Niles!

Mark, my friend.

Huh.

I need your help.

Yeah, yeah. Of course.

Of course. What do you need?

You're good

with computers, right?

I mean, you can hack?

I don't-- I don't know

what you're talking about,

because that is, uh, illegal.

I run a legitimate business.

Whoa, whoa!

I'm short on patience, Niles.

A wet team

just tried to take us out,

and I need to figure out

what's going on,

so I need you to hack

the CIA network. Now.

W-what? Hack the CIA?

W-what makes you think

I can do that?

Call it a hunch.

Fine.

Follow me.

Come on.

Ran it through their system.

Usually,

there's some kind of chatter,

but nobody on

the international side

knows anything

about a k*ll-or-capture order.

What about my mom?

Nothing.

She comes up active,

on assignment, gone dark.

If something happened to her,

it's higher up on the food chain

than I can go.

Well, is there anything else?

Yeah.

The name "Peter Barrett"

you gave me...

comes up classified.

Though, however,

there is the name

of his superior here,

a Henry Byrne.

Byrne.

It's me.

Peter?

A CIA wet team

just tried to k*ll me.

Where are you?

Can I trust you?

Listen to me

carefully, Peter.

Two agents showed up

at my doorstep today,

asking about you.

I'm the only one

who can protect you.

The industrial park,

five miles north of Cascade.

Come alone.

Text this number.

I'll come to you.

It's me.

What?

You just, uh...

Nothing.

Why couldn't you

just tell me the truth?

It's complicated.

Chief?

What have you got?

An unlicensed agency terminal

just went live in Cascade,

Oregon, and searched the network

for keywords "Peter Barrett,"

"Elena," and "Sophia Maran."

He's still there.

Good job, Agent Kim.

Get workups on everyone.

Lock down that intel.

We're airborne in 90.

Nobody finds out

who Peter is looking for.

Am I clear?

Ma'am.

Look. Take this.

If we get separated,

I'll be able to find you.

What'd you find out?

Nothing yet.

He's coming here.

Why?

We need to find my mother.

Byrne is our best chance

to do that.

I never knew anything

about my father.

Not until a week ago,

when she told me

to come find you

if I was ever in trouble.

I can't be your father.

This is how I found you.

What are you drawing?

Something beautiful.

Do I really look like that?

That's what I see

every time I look at you.

Do you recognize

her handwriting?

I don't know why, but she

wanted me to be here with you.

No offense,

but what were you thinking?

Sending in a bunch of jarheads

to take out The Painter?

Oh. They left quite a mess.

Send in the cleaners.

Maybe they can find something.

I can't.

Did you know

he's an actual painter?

Like, with fancy paints

and everything? It's not bad.

Nice lines, good color.

Bit derivative.

Not my taste, but...

I always thought the name

was a metaphor, you know?

Like the artistry aspect?

That he's so good,

he makes works of art...

but with k*lling people.

Hello? Hello? Okay. Well...

f*ck me, I guess.

Peter.

Why is the agency

trying to k*ll me?

How about we start with,

"How you doing?"

I haven't seen you in 17 years.

Cut the sh*t.

I know you. You keep tabs

on everything and everyone,

including me.

What?

You gonna tell me

Niles isn't your guy?

You got me. You were

in a bad place when you left.

Of course I was gonna

use our resources

to keep an eye on you.

What father wouldn't?

You got to know, Peter,

I never meant for it

to go down the way it did.

If I could--

Just tell me about the people

who came to k*ll me.

There's an agent

named Naomi Piasecki.

She's running things.

I never worked with her,

but she has a reputation

for being rather ruthless.

What does she want with me?

From what I gather,

she thinks

you're in possession

of something

that poses a major thr*at

to our national security.

Is that true? Are you?

No.

Well, if Piasecki's throwing

this much firepower at you,

it must be something serious.

I have another question.

Fire away.

I'm just happy to be with you.

Who is Sophia,

and why is she saying

that she's Elena's daughter?

Elena's daughter?

Peter...

Elena couldn't have children

after the incident.

Well, she looks

just like her...

and she thinks I'm her father.

You're being played, son.

You're being played.

What the f*ck

are you doing in my bar?

Stand up!

Show me your f*cking hands!

Do you want to do this

in the dark,

or are you gonna

turn some lights on?

I don't need lights

to blast you!

Sure. But, uh...

you do need amm*nit*on,

and I have yours.

Whoo!

Ouch!

That sounds like it's broken.

What do you want?

I am looking for someone.

An artistic type.

No idea, buddy.

Oh, I think you do.

See, I was up at his house,

paying him a visit.

He was out,

so I thought I'd come check

his local watering hole,

see what turns up.

f*ck you, assh*le!

You need to think about what

comes out of your mouth next.

Hello.

I'm supposedly your grandfather.

Yeah. We can 23andMe

each other later.

Where's my mom?

Who are you really,

young lady?

And who are you working for?

Put the g*n down.

Put the g*n down.

I just want to find my mom.

Elena's your mom? Okay!

When's her birthday?

What color are her eyes?

What's her middle name?

Where did you live with her?

What's your angle, Sophia?

If that's even your real name.

And what do you want

with my son?

My name is Sophia Elle Maran,

born October 23rd, 2006.

My mom is Elena Tatiana Maran,

but everybody calls her El.

Her birthday

is September 30th, 1980,

and her eyes are brown.

We live in Seattle,

at 5470 Crescent Lane,

in a shitty

two-bedroom apartment.

She works for the CIA,

in surveillance,

and was gone

most of my childhood.

I stayed

at our neighbor's house,

with her best friend,

Janine Whittler,

and her son, Steven,

who was my first kiss.

She has a tattoo

on the inside of her wrist

that says "Miracle."

Bet you didn't know that.

So if you're done

asking your stupid questions,

can you shut up

and actually help?

What do you want me to do?

Make a call.

See what you find.

I'm the nearest thing

to retired, Peter.

I work out of the house,

reading case files

and offering advice

to politicians.

I'll see what I can do.

This is Operator G...

Access code "Typhoon."

I need a status check

on an active agent:

Elena Maran.

M-A-R-A-N.

Special Activities.

That's right.

I see.

And next of kin?

What? What happened?

I'm sorry, dear. She's gone.

How?

What do you mean, gone?

In service of her country.

That's all they'll say.

I'm so, so sorry.

No.

Hey.

No! f*ck you!

And f*ck you, too!

There has to be a reason.

She called you...

didn't she?

She called you

and she told you

something that got her k*lled.

Stop lying!

She told you something!

She didn't. I swear.

Peter, she hasn't communicated

with you at all?

Can you look after Sophia?

I need to check on something.

Sure.

I don't need a babysitter.

Maybe I do.

Keep an old man company.

I never even

got to say goodbye.

Hey.

I'm gonna find out who took

your mother away from you.

And then?

And then...

he'll do what he does.

Dear Peter:

The hardest thing to see

is what is in front

of your eyes.

El.

Let the team know we've

landed and are now en route.

I want mobile command set up

and a complete download

from Spec Ops

the minute I arrive.

How's it feel

to be back in the field, chief?

If I wasn't surrounded

by complete incompetence,

I wouldn't have to be.

Intel just received.

Byrne is not at his residence

and is nowhere to be found.

Peter must've made contact.

That makes Byrne an accomplice.

Byrne's a company man.

Maybe he's trying

to bring him in peacefully.

Byrne is involved.

Change of plans.

And the files are decrypted.

Metadata shows they're CIA,

from Hidden Hand's server.

Action reports, statistics,

medical records.

Black Operations?

Yeah.

Tied to a clandestine project

called The Internship.

Heard of it?

Open the file that says--

Uh, what's up?

Down!

Finally.

The Painter.

Nice to meet you, too, pal!

Care for a true test

of superiority?

No weapons!

Hand-to-hand combat.

Did you set me up?

No! I swear, no!

All right!

Have it your way!

Miles.

Where is The Painter going?

It's Niles.

I don't know.

Honestly, I don't know.

M-m-maybe Lucy's Tavern.

No, she's a dead end.

I assume he got away

with the stolen data?

Yeah.

What was on it?

Probably better

we don't know.

Especially if has to do

with The Internship.

Lucy?

Lucy!

I'm so sorry, Lucy.

Peter,

if you're watching this...

well, you know what it means.

The evidence in these files

came to me

from two former agents

fostering an 8-year-old asset

as part of a training program

called The Internship.

These agents tried to get

the child out of the program.

They didn't make it.

The Internship steals children,

brainwashes,

indoctrinates them,

turns them into assassins.

These people will do

anything and everything

to keep this from getting--

f*ck!

I'm so sorry, Peter,

for leaving the way I did,

and now it's too late for me

to do anything about it.

I've sent you two files,

in case this falls

into the wrong hands or...

something happens to it.

"Critical redundancy."

"...redundancy."

I found her, Peter.

She's alive! Our baby survived.

I don't know how,

but our daughter is alive.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

She's in grave danger.

You have to find her, Peter.

Protect her.

She's with--

...danger.

You have to find her, Peter.

Protect her. She's with--

f*ck.

sh*t.

Move.

Come on, move!

Dad!

Get in!

You okay?

Go after Sophia.

I'll disappear on my own. Go!

Hands up!

Show us your hands!

He's on the move!

Go! Go! Go!

Now, now!

Watch it! Easy!

No place to go!

Get out of the truck!

Hold your positions!

All units, eliminate the target.

Painter's gone, chief.

Repeat: Painter has vanished.

f*ck.

What the hell was that, chief?

Zeta team, move in!

And find him.

Go!

Move in, move in!

Go, go, go!

Do your f*cking job, Agent Kim,

and bring me The Painter.

Ma'am.

I got your six.

I got your six.

You come with me.

Come with me now.

You'll be safe with me.

You'll be safe with me.

On y est presque.

On y est presque.

Okay, my brother.

Ca y est. Wait.

No sign of him.

You heard her. Let's go.

The Painter

is nowhere to be found.

We've searched the entire area

in a one-mile radius.

You're telling me

he just vanished?

I don't have a rational

explanation yet, chief.

We have a K-9 unit en route.

We still have the girl.

I can work with that.

Pack it up and lock down

the next location.

Copy that, ma'am.

Okay! Let's go, people!

We are on the move!

You heard her!

Move out!

It's all good, man.

I'll have you patched up

in no time.

Tout ira bien. Don't worry.

Hey! Welcome back.

Welcome back.

Mm, tout va bien, oui?

You're a medic?

Oh, I'm...

I've been a lot of things...

...son.

I always knew

it was you.

I don't believe you.

My arrhythmia. That's what

gave me away all these years.

There's nothing like

an old pacemaker

to camouflage my heartbeat.

Here. Have a souvenir.

Are you ready?

Another souvenir!

How am I?

Good as new, thanks to me.

Nothing broke.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Take it easy. Take it easy.

There we go.

How long was I out?

About three hours,

give or take.

Here's some pain meds.

Here. Have a drink.

Good.

Hey!

No leaks.

Good.

Thank you.

My pleasure, son.

While you were napping,

did you figure out

what they want?

You got a computer?

You want a soda?

Something to eat?

Who the f*ck are you?

Watch your mouth, young lady.

I'm Section Chief Piasecki,

this is Special Agent Kim, CIA.

What's your name?

I know you're scared,

but we're the good guys here.

Now, what's your involvement

with Peter Barrett?

Did he kidnap you?

Hold you hostage?

Like you kidnapped me?

Leave them.

For her own safety.

You're here because the men you

were with are wanted fugitives,

and we're just wondering

how you fit into that equation.

We just need you to answer

a few questions about Peter,

that's all.

Did he hurt you?

No.

My name is Sophia.

My mother

is Special Agent Elena Maran.

Elena Maran?

I didn't know

she had a daughter.

She worked under me for years,

but...

never mentioned

a thing about you.

Yeah. Now she can't, can she?

You know.

I am so sorry

about what happened.

Is that why you k*lled her?

Why would you say that?

Maybe because you sent

a bunch of assholes

to k*ll me and my dad.

Your dad?

Your dad is Peter Barrett?

This gets more interesting

by the minute.

Did he tell you that?

Sophia, the CIA doesn't

want to k*ll you or Peter.

The goal was to bring him in

for questioning peacefully,

and he reacted with v*olence.

Funny, 'cause I was there.

And it was "sh**t first,

ask questions later."

Did he say

or have anything on him,

like a flash drive?

I think there's more to this

than what you're telling us.

I don't know sh*t.

I just want to find out

what happened to my mom.

Hmm.

Let me remind you, withholding

a person's whereabouts

has some

very serious consequences.

You don't scare me.

Don't worry.

There's still time.

Everyone out!

Chief, that's against protocol.

I don't recall

asking your opinion, Agent Kim.

Now...

where were we?

This drive

is pretty banged up, Peter.

Bingo. We're in.

Peter, did you see this?

They're recruiting kids.

They're stealing them, raising

them with agency parents.

They're temporarily

blinding them

so they over-develop

their other senses.

She's turning them

into you.

"She"?

Naomi Piasecki.

She must've gone rogue

years ago.

What's going on here?

What's happening?

This thing has some kind of

virus coded into it.

Pull the drive!

Oh, sh*t!

g*dd*mn it!

We lost everything!

sh*t! We've lost

every f*cking thing!

We lost it! They tried

to k*ll you over this,

and now it's... now it's...

now it's gone!

Peter, I'm so sorry.

What are you smiling about?

"Critical redundancy."

What?

There's a copy.

Well, let's go get it!

Not yet.

I owe it to Elena

to get Sophia back first.

Mind if I borrow

a few things?

We need that unpacked now!

How we doing? Show me.

Show me this.

Okay, we need more than this.

I need more angles.

Come on!

Let's get these visuals up!

We needed them up yesterday.

What was that all about?

Out of my way.

She's a kid. She has rights.

You cannot question a minor

without another agent.

Everything she said

will be inadmissible.

Our responsibility

is to stop a dangerous fugitive

from k*lling anyone else.

I'm gonna have

to call this in.

I'm gonna call it in

and report it myself

after the thr*at is neutralized!

Did you even search the girl

before you put her in holding?

Of course.

Really?

Then what the f*ck is this?

Fail.

Attention, everyone!

The Painter is incoming.

I need eyes on him before he

steps foot into this facility.

Am I clear?

- Move!

- You heard her! Let's go!

Intercept teams, into position.

The Painter is coming in hot.

We are code red.

I repeat, code red.

I'm gonna go over here.

You heard her!

Let's go!

Southwest corner. I need

teams on the southwest corner!

We are empty over there!

North is good.

We need the west side, though.

West side, please.

All right. Let's go! Let's go!

Come on! Move it!

Southwest corner! We need teams

on the southwest corner!

Southwest corner! Move!

Perimeter around me. Now!

You two, with me!

Defensive formation.

Hold! Hold your position!

Heads up!

We have a man down!

Where is he?

Chief!

sh*t!

Move.

More down! Where is he?

Anyone got eyes on him?

We need to move you to

a more secure location, Sophia.

Why are you helping me?

The situation

has gotten out of control.

It is too dangerous

for you here.

What about my dad?

Is he okay?

We need to go now.

Okay. Okay.

Come on! Let's go. Go!

Keep going! Eyes up!

There's a w*apon down here.

Watch your corners.

Move, move!

This way! Move!

And where do you think

you're going?

Moving her to a safer location.

Come with me.

Both of you.

I'll take it from here.

I can't let you do that.

You're disregarding

a direct order from a superior.

Stand the f*ck down, Agent Kim.

It's over, Piasecki!

This whole operation is over.

I am taking her in, and we can--

Move.

Come on, kid. Move.

Let her go.

Dad.

Painter!

Let's finish this.

Dad.

Really?

Come on. You're gonna sh**t me?

That's so boring.

Let's play a game.

Who is the better intern?

Patient Zero...

or the new-and-improved?

I'm not here

for your milestones.

Really? You're gonna deprive me

of the opportunity to prove

that I'm better than you?

That's... No, that's...

That's fair. That makes sense.

I don't want to do this, kid.

These people, they...

kidnapped you, tortured you,

brainwashed you,

all to make you something

you were never supposed to be.

Me.

What's your real name?

It's... It's Daniel.

Well, it doesn't have

to go down like this, Daniel.

You can go have a whole life.

Fall in love, have kids.

But you got to make

that choice for yourself.

That does sound nice.

But I like who I am.

So enough with the pity party.

And don't feel sorry for me.

Sure, the whole forced-blindness

thing kind of sucked,

but it made me special.

And for the record,

they didn't force me

to be like you.

They forced me to be better.

Whoo!

Come on!

You know, Elena had

more fight in her than you do.

She really

stuck her neck out there.

Peter, come find us.

Dad!

Dad, please!

Dad, can you hear me?

What took you so long?

I've been waiting a long time

to meet you, Painter.

You must be Naomi Piasecki.

Hmm. Byrne told you about me?

He said you were ruthless.

I'm a little more than that.

God, Byrne would never

shut up about you.

All those years I worked

for him, he'd go on and on,

how you were the best

that ever was,

and the best he ever saw.

Jesus Christ,

it made me want to puke.

What, you think

you're the only one

that knows how

to dodge a b*llet?

You're an Intern.

I'm the Head Intern, see?

They used to call me Mimic.

Now they call me the boss.

Dad!

Toss the w*apon, Peter.

Game's over.

You okay?

Now where's that flash drive?

Put it down! Put it down!

Put it down!

Told you I had your six, son.

What are you doing, Peter?

Piasecki isn't

running The Internship.

She works for you.

The Internship's yours.

It's always been yours.

It's the only thing

that makes sense.

That's absurd, Peter.

Don't lie to me!

You told me

you never worked with her,

but she sure seems

to know you.

She's an Intern.

She didn't start the program.

She couldn't have!

And you think it was me?

Who else could it be?

You must've been training her

around the time I started

to k*ll people for the CIA.

You saw what I'd become.

You figured

you could do it again.

Okay. You got me.

There's too much oversight here

for me to stay on any further.

I'm going to make you

section chief,

and I'm going to retire

and run things

from the outside.

What's going on?

Step away from him

and come to me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dad--

Let her go!

Dad.

I didn't want it

to come to this, Peter.

I wanted you out of this.

"Out of this"?

She's been trying to k*ll me

since this started.

That's pretty f*ckin' far

from "out."

You would've been dead

if it was up to me.

Will you shut up?

My underling may have

been a little overzealous.

I apologize.

I need the location

of that backup, Peter.

Sophia and I will take

a nice little drive,

and once it's in my hands,

you'll get her back.

You're stealing

and torturing children.

I'm doing what's necessary!

You think our enemies

aren't doing the same and worse?

I am protecting

our nation, Peter,

so people can

sleep peacefully at night.

This is about your legacy.

Nothing more.

Oh, Peter.

You were supposed

to be my legacy.

Now she is.

You don't have

to listen to him, Sophia.

I am your father.

What is he talking about?

Oh, what better cover

than the truth?

Yes, he is your father,

but you belong to me, Sophia.

No. You don't.

Just give him the flash drive.

I can't do that.

You see, Peter?

You see? Internship works!

And you were the prototype,

the catalyst

for the entire program,

and you are magnificent, Peter.

You surpassed

every expectation.

But did you really think

that I was gonna

rely on just one man,

when I needed an army?

This is the future!

And you are the past,

but we are one family.

She's your own granddaughter.

I didn't want it

to come to this.

When I deleted those files,

I thought it was over,

but Elena had to send you

that stupid duplicate.

Don't you ever say her name.

I don't care if I die,

but you can't spend your life

loyal to a man

who took you from your family,

from your real parents...

from your mother.

No! Get off me!

No!

Hi, sweetie. Hey.

Byrne stole you from us

when you were born.

Let us believe you were dead.

And when your mom

found out about you...

You f*cking piece of sh*t,

how could you?

All these years,

and you had her the whole time!

You sick f*ck!

Your own granddaughter!

Elena, there's much

you don't know.

We need to talk.

f*ck your talk.

Give me my daughter now!

Elena.

You're not gonna sh**t me.

Peter's gonna

know everything soon,

and when he does--

He k*lled her.

She d*ed trying to protect you

from this monster.

Just come with me.

We'll put this all behind us.

She's an Intern, Peter.

She's trained in advanced

psychological warfare.

New and improved.

She has none of your weaknesses.

He's right.

You're stronger than me.

But what he calls my weakness

is the love that I had

for your mother,

that I have for you.

And her love for you

is what brought us together.

You still have a choice

in who you become.

Enough of this.

You won't give me the evidence?

It dies with you. Intern...

complete the mission.

Terminate the target.

The happiest day of my life

was when I found out

your mother

was pregnant with you.

You have her eyes

and her will...

her strength.

Intern.

Her temper.

And her courage.

Intern.

Intern!

Intern!

She's still...

her father's daughter.

He was ahead of his time.

But his time is over.

He was thinking way too small.

Thinking that

my brothers and sisters and I

are merely assassins,

when there is so much more

we are capable of.

I can't wait to meet them.

I'm gonna need

the flash drive...

and I will be coming for it.

The next time I see you,

I might not remember

you're my father.

I won't forget

you're my daughter...

but I'll be waiting for you.

Lena.

What?

That's what we named you.

After Elena's grandmother.

That's your real name, Lena.

Lena.

I prefer The Pretender.

Help me.

Help yourself.

f*ck you, Peter.

Peter, if you're

watching this...

...she's with Byrne.

That son of a bitch

stole our daughter,

and I'm going

to confront him, but...

But if anything

happens to me,

you have to be the one

to finish this.

I don't think

there are enough words

for me to tell you

what I need to tell you,

but let me start by saying

this drive contains dossiers

on every Intern there is...

like our daughter.

You have to help her, Peter.

You have to help them all.