While she's stuck in there with you, so that's comfort eating. Have you been boring her with your cat chat again?
Cat chat? Actually, Parker, she likes my Barry the cat stories. [To Rachel] You like my Barry the cat stories, right? Hey, before you know it, you're gonna want one of your own.
Cats hate me. Sorry, baby.
First one out of the van.
Hey!
And she didn't blow the op, so...
No, we did it all on our own.
Too bad. We'd make a winning trick if Stone joined us. Might be our lucky charm. But... you did well at blackjack.
And I'm never gambling again. Or stepping out of the van.
I have to descend. Lower the rotor speed. Copy that. See you in seven minutes.
She's not gonna make it.
Look who it is. I'm gonna need a minute [Draws a handgun and Keya thwarts him]
No! The ship's lining is filled with hydrogen, one spark and we're all dead!
No way to get ahold of her.
Come on, Rachel, come on.
For who?
I told you not to get out of the van.
You also told me to have some fun.
It's gone.
Now you answer to me.
We have lost the Heart.
Not yet.
Parker. Ninety seconds. Let's go.
Shame about your parachute. You'll be needing that.
Get after them.
Impossible. We'll be lucky to get to base as it is.
Get away! Leave me alone! [Debris burns a hole in the parachute so they both land hard in the Senegalese Lompoul desert]
Jack.
What? You told me to blend in.
Did we get into the power grid?
Yeah, it wasn't that hard, because their password was "password". [Rachel chuckles]
You know we can still throw you in jail?
Hey, stay in the van. [Gets out]
Go give them the bam. [Presses button]
Always [Street lamps shoot sparks in town square in Christmas celebration entertaining revelers]
We're approaching now. We'll see you on the other side.
You're going in with them?
I ordered the strike on Parker. It's only fair. You know... I would have made the same call in Chechnya.
Thanks. The right-- I've lost contact. The Heart's online.
No, no, no, no. We're locked in. Oh God, they've shut off our ventilation system. No, no, no, no.
Jack, how long we got? At this rate, an hour and we're out of oxygen.
The Charter never worries about who gets in their way. Neither will we. King of Hearts is locked in. They'll be dead in an hour.
There were other people in that elevator. In that lobby.
Calm down, Keya.
You said we were going to expose Kharche and then the Charter, not murder them.
The King of Hearts with her team. They're in a bunker outside of London.
Good. Take them out.
What... what are you doing?
You wanna know how great men get power, Keya? It's not because they earn it, or they deserve it, it is because when the moment comes, they take it.
You have to stop this, please.
Someone has to control the power, Keya. Why not us?
This is not what we agreed.
You're still not seeing the bigger picture. This isn't about some pissy disagreement you had with the bad man who killed your mom and dad. This is about power. Concentrated in the hands of the few, of the very few who could use it for good, who could actually make but they don't. At this moment, we are mining trillions of pieces of data. In a matter of hours, I will be able to take down the remaining members of the Charter. We've been used and manipulated our whole lives. Now it's time for us to take control.
Give me that thing before somebody gets-- [Keya discharges the gun over Stone's head as an I'm-serious-don't-****-around-with-me-shot]
I don't think so. So, here's what's going to happen. You're going to secret agent our way back to civilization, and I'm going to follow you three steps behind you with this gun. [Stone throws a handful of sand into Keya's face and hijacks the gun]
Where's the Heart?
Parker has it. But I encrypted it to my biometrics so it's useless without me. Come on, get up.
If I shoot you now, it's all over. Show you the same mercy you showed Bailey and Yang.
It's the logical play, Rachel. It's cause the Heart would tell you what to do that.
I'm not like you. On your feet. We need to keep moving. So, what's the plan, Keya? Trying to get even with Liam Kharche for kicking you out of the penthouse?
Right. You think you know everything. I bet the Heart told you that he adopted me, lifted me out of nothing. But did it tell you why? Kharche used my parents like lab rats in a medical trial, and it killed them. He covered everything up and took me in thinking he was doing me a favor, but I let him think that because I knew one day, I'd be strong enough to make him pay for what he did to my parents.
So, you get to tear the whole world down?
Oh, this is not just for me. It's for people like me. Parker's going to destroy the Charter. I've got my whole naughty list, and we're going to expose them all.
With no thought of what comes next. You're a child.
And you think the Charter's any better? Just because they saved you doesn't make them any good. You think I didn't look into you? How many schools did you get kicked out of? Seven? Eight? Always a rebel. Always a problem. Violent, alone, helpless.
Stop.
Until the Charter comes along, right? And gives you that discipline you so clearly crave. But did they take you in because you were good? Or because you were broken?
Enough. Maybe I was broken. But there's a woman I know only as Nomad. She rescued me, trained me, showed me what's possible when there's someone watching your back.
Where is she now?
Let's go. Parker's coming for you and I wanna have a bigger gun when he shows up.
It's definitely not the Charter. Mercenaries? Okay, let's just, um, give them a good cover story. They'll keep us alive for ransom. We'll reel them in and then bam. Just to be clear, the "bam" is for you to take them out. Yeah, I get that.
Who are you? And what the hell are you doing out here? Need a ride?
You're an angel. [Radio song lyrics: Zombie no go go unless you tell 'em to go, Zombie no go stop unless you tell 'em to stop, Zombie no go turn unless you tell 'em to turn, Zombie no go think unless you tell 'em to think]
You know, the Charter can take down Kharche. Parker's way isn't the only way. [Speaks in truck driver's language: How can we repay you?]
You already have. [Gunman open fire on the truck and Keya grabs a gun]
Come with me. [Stone evades gunman by running through village and jumping off a seacliff]
She got away. That wasn't the deal.
Killing wasn't the deal either. You have to pay me now.
The deal changed. [Blond shoots her]
Stone, thank god, where are you?
Clubs are dead. University was a trap. I have new intel. A new location.
We've-- We've lost Clubs? What new Intel?
Keya. She shut down the Heart.
How do you know she's not playing you?
I don't.
We're gonna die in less than an hour. They shut down our air supply.
What?
She shut down our air supply.
Parker did. I believe her, Nomad. I'd be dead too if I hadn't listened to her. I trust her, and you need to trust me.
Fifty minutes.
I can work with that.
I'll see you. You too.
What's happened? I need to know what's happened. How long were we compromised?
Three minutes and 45 seconds. Running a system check now.
We need to know what they accessed. Is the Locker safe? Boom.
The Locker is still high with the Locker safe inside, 85,000 feet up. No one's getting up there without a Space Shuttle. It's passing over the Atlantic towards West Africa.
And the other suits, can they still access the Heart?
Looks like it-- Jesus.
What?
There's been 100,000 attempts to access files. Clubs teams are analyzing the date, but looks like our security held.
We need to shut it down now.
Shut what, down? The Heart?
Until we know what they've done. We have no idea of what they're capable of.
Don't shut it down to find out what they've done. We'd be harming ourselves.
We don't know. She's not stupid.
And neither are we.
Sure about that? Because right now.
Rachel, Rachel. He's right. We'll sort it.
"We"?
A word in private. Now.
I told you. I knew Keya was playing us, playing the Heart.
No, you didn't. No, you didn't. You had a feeling. Nothing... nothing concrete, nothing actionable. A mood! A notion! A hunch! A bollocks! We don't trade in those!
I knew she wouldn't be there.
You ignored the Heart and you went back in.
To save my team.
They weren't your team! They died anyway! You going back made sure of that. You blew your cover! If you'd left when we told you to, Parker would've followed you, we'd have caught him and Bailey and Yang might be alive!
I should've just listened to the Heart?!
Yes. The Charter exists for one reason. To maximize lives. That's the only moral metric there is. And it's a calculation. A pure and objective calculation.
Made for us by a machine.
Have you forgotten how radical this is? It doesn't mean that what we do is easy or feels nice. you'll have the voices of those people in your head for the rest of your life. And you will never not feel responsible for them ever. But the end justifies the means.
I spent every day with Parker for a year and didn't see it coming.
No. Neither did the Heart.
So, what do we do now?
I'm... gonna make some tough choices, and this is the first one. I'm standing you down, Rachel. Go home. Get some rest. Keep your head down. Don't do anything stupid.
You can't do this.
You're compromised. Parker knows you. Dhawan knows you. And the other, quite Kings... don't know if you can be trusted.
And you?
I want to protect what we've spent 20 years trying to build.
So, I'm just out.
It's about the greater good. it's nothing personal.
No. I'm starting to see that.
Is this your naughty list?
Emails, texts, bank accounts. The Heart's using my algorithm to sort through it all.
So, we find anyone? Gain access to anything?
Greatest skeleton key in the world.
Show me.
There it is. Evidence of Kharche's years of experiments on innocents across the country. That's the truth... for the world to see. That's impressive. But let's see what else this thing can do. [To a woman on his left] Find me the Kings.
What are you doing?
Nancy Morrison. King of Diamonds. Ex-CIA. The Heart tells us she's heading to a safe house with her family. [Screen shows her entering an elevator with family in a high-rise in a North-Eastern American city]
Drop the lift. [Elevator goes in free-fall with Nancy looking up to security camera like; are-you-****-kidding-me?]
You're welcome. Hang on. I have another one. I think you're gonna like this one, boss. An unidentified military plane landed at a private airfield 33 minutes ago. There. Jiang Hsu. Served 35 years in Chinese State Security Service. The King of Clubs is here in Iceland.
Even better. Where is he now?
Nice trick you pulled with that facial recognition yesterday. Trying to put a lock on our new toy.
Would you come back for me if I hadn't?
We're a team, Keya. Don't do it again.
You killed Bailey and Yang? That wasn't the plan.
You stick to the tech and leave strategy to me, okay? Let me remind you, we're partners, okay? So if you want me to do my job, you have to tell me what you're doing before you do it. Let me remind you, the Charter doesn't give two shits about people like Bailey and Yang. So, if you want us to succeed, you shouldn't either.
All four kings in the same room. How long has it been, three years?
Not long enough.
So, who is this Parker, and how did we miss him?
Career intelligence agent. Born in Belfast, lives alone. He has no one to care for.
There's nothing much to live for. He has devoted his life to a country that sees him as expendable.
Okay. We get it. All that is fuel for the fire. But it won't burn without a spark.
I was getting to that. I had to lean extremely hard on some very old friends for this. Chechnya, December 2015.
What's this?
It was before your time. Before the Heart, for that matter. A Chechen warlord was given free rein by the Chechen and Russian governments. the West, as always, was looking the other way.
He was wiping out whole villages, trying to stamp out dissent.
But... what's this got to do with Parker?
He was there. Different identity. No electronic records. But he was there, with MI6, delivering weapons to take the warlord out. Intelligence came through from MI6 that their entire team had been executed. We thought there was no one left to save.
The region was a tinderbox, on the verge of civil war.
We had a drone that was stationed overhead armed with missiles.
I gave the order myself.
We made it look like the rebel force had ordered the drone strike. MI6 buried their mistake. No report, no investigation. No record of the personnel who had been involved. We thought everyone had died. Until a few hours ago.
What a mess.
So, you think... he knows it was us?
I think it's a safe assumption. And now he wants to destroy the Charter.
