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2x12 - "Berzerk"
- You're not going anywhere. - I knew he'd turn on you.
Leave me here! Go. I don't need you.
Who says I wanna help?
Get outta here, white boy. See on the rebound.
Okay boys! Bring it!
Yen-Boi, where have you gone?
I need you to take some orders!
This way.
Yen-Boi, get your nose out of that comic book and help me.
No, we should go that way, it's faster!
Faster would be clock you one in the mug
and leave you to the goon squad behind us.
That's a good idea. I vote for it.
Ahh! Let go of me!
You think that's funny? Tell us where they are!
- Who?! - Don't be smart with me, punk!
Three of them. One is a lady.
I don't know what you're talking about, mister.
And even if I did, I'm no snitch.
Insolent rodent!
Zero charisma!
You like that? How you like that?
Crispy Won Ton!
Are you okay? Your skin is hot!
It feels like an Active Denial System.
It targets the nerve endings with microwaves.
Get him up, get him up.
Can't we just sit this out for once?
Such a waste of a good agent.
You gonna pay for that?
This fake stuff? I don't think so.
How I sell it now? It's got some blood on it.
I give you good offer. Sixty yen.
- You're welcome. - I had it.
- Yeah, looked like it. - You okay?
Okay, okay, fifty yen!
Forty! Last chance!
That gun, was that one of Synequanon's "non-lethal" toys
- for crowd control? - We don't create the market.
Oh yeah, but you certainly capitalized on it.
Synequanon has gone on the record many times...
Oh save it for the press release.
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 onto
but the tattoo that has become my name.
I am XIII.
The Tesla-calculations have been integrated
into the HEARPE targeting system, sir.
Excellent. Accuracy?
Eighty percent.
- Good. Good. - Mr. Wong... forgive the intrusion!
But the agent... XIII, Betty, and the soul-less one.
They've escaped... and evaded our field agents.
- What? - The pit has been breached.
Shall we send out a kill team?
- Yes. - No.
No? You want them to get away?
- They're not gonna get away. - How do you know that?
Because I make it my business to stay ahead of the curve.
I have already taken steps to deal with the problem.
- You... - What steps?
- Berzerk. - Berzerk?
I've ordered Logistics to release the Berzerk Agent into the district.
Berzerk? You can't be...
In Shanghai? That district's heavily populated!
Well that's why I've had the People's Army quarantine the district.
You're insane!
Yeah. I guess I am.
Good catch!
We gotta get out of this district.
Roadblock. Military enforced.
In the market? Is that normal?
No. They're looking for us.
- We have one option. - Which is?
The USS George Washington is in international waters
- in the East China Sea. - Didn't Traymore send you?
I hope. Carrington still has the Navy.
Yes, Langley. This is Big Cheese Alpha.
I have the code six, double-five, three, two one.
I am in a situation yellow with two friendlies,
I am requesting extraction.
- Big Cheese Alpha? - It was Traymore's idea.
What do you mean he's sealed off the bunker?
What I mean is the President has initiated Eagle Core Lockdown.
There are three perimeters, and he's just shot down number two.
He sealed himself in, and enacted Eagle Core protocols.
I am the President now! Not him!
That may be true, but he's got the command codes,
full uplink to the satellite grid, communication...
Let me get this straight.
Are you telling me your men can't unlock a frickin' door?
It's not that simple, ma'am.
He's got soldiers holding off the doors to Perimeter Two.
Even if they laid down arms we're not getting in
without directional thermite charges.
Then go huff, and puff, and blow that door down!
- Ma'am... - Okay... you listen to me.
I want Carrington out of there by any means necessary.
And if that means I have to dynamite the damn door, I'm gonna do it!
Madame President, do you understand what you're saying?
Excuse me?
You can't detonate explosives underneath the White House.
Structurally it might...
Jesus, Duncan, you are such a little girl.
I'm the leader of the free world I'll do what I damn well please!
That grizzled buzzard is a threat to the United States!
O... kay! I need you to hear me.
I want Carrington out of there
like a farmer wants a weasel out of his chicken coop.
- You understand? - Y-yes, ma'am.
All right. Let's get going boys!
Yes... yes we do. Give me the map for a sec?
Ah... yes, yes I see it! Perfect.
- So? - There's an extraction
team six hours out. Gonna pick us up right here.
- All the way across town. - We better get going.
What's happening here?
Whatever it is, it ain't Vitamin B12.
No way, they've closed off the entire area.
Great! Just great.
Why are they so angry?
You know we gotta move. We can't watch this, let's go.
The bunker press room is far too close to the main door of the bunker.
The American people need to hear from me.
They need to hear about HEARPE, they need to know about the danger...
Report!
They blew the outer perimeter door!
We need to fall Eagle back to the failsafe perimeter!
Go! Go!
We're now sealed in the Nest.
All we have is the secure hard line.
All right. Get me China.
I am gonna talk them into dismantling HEARPE.
China hasn't been returning our calls, sir.
What? That bitch hates the Chinese!
That's absurd! I am the President of the United States.
What do you mean? They won't take my calls?
From what I hear, they have been... distracted.
- You know something. - Yeah.
Huh? What?
I think I know what we were dusted with...
- at least I think I do. - How?
Because Synequanon developed it. Didn't they?
Okay, everyone was working with a chemical agent
after the active compound was found two years ago.
Synequanon won the race. So yes we developed it.
Developed what? What did we get dusted with?!
- We called it Berzerk. - Berzerk? What's that?
A chemical agent that can be deployed against large populations
and had some very interesting consequences.
- Like what? - At moderate doses civil unrest, rioting.
We've used it before. Iran, Syria, Egypt...
this Arab Spring, that was us.
Yeah. So you're to blame for everything, as usual.
To you it's a problem, I see it as a solution.
Oppressive regimes fall.
I thought someone like you would like that.
Yeah, you did it for the people. Not for the money.
If don't know if you watch the news sweetheart,
but angry mobs are a growth industry.
It's about shifting the blame. If the crowds turn on themselves,
a police force can put them down without losing public sympathy.
- So how did the Chinese get it? - We sold it to them.
But we told them that the clinical trials weren't finished yet...
How does it work?
The drug puts the brain's survival instincts into
overdrive like fight or flight.
And then the body starts producing excessive amounts
of adrenaline keeps the body in a constant state of paranoid
agitation, violence... you know abnormal strength.
Great, great. So you telling me we're about to
be surrounded by an entire city of superhuman murderous nut jobs.
- Until the drugs wears off, yes. - How long is that?
In some cases six hours and then there's the hangover afterwards.
Wait... so we're going to be affected as well?
What about the baby?
What? The little bastard? I have no idea.
We created an antidote for central government personal
but clearly I don't have it.
- How do we find the antidote? - I think I can help.
- Well that's a first. - They wouldn't have released
it if they didn't have any available for Xu executives.
And there's a Xu office building in this area.
Look, nothing makes me happier than listening to love-birds
pecking at each other but we have to get to the rendezvous.
What's happening to them?
It's Berzerk. It's starting to take hold.
We've got to find another way through...
It's the kid from the market place!
Come on. This way!
It's here.
I suppose you could just do that.
All right look, you stay low and quiet.
- How old are you? - I'm thirteen.
- Of course you are. - You hear that?
You know what that sounds like?
That sounds like fun.
Where is he? Where's Carrington?
The President is sealed inside the Nest.
Nest? What in tarnation is the Nest?
The inner-most core of the Bunker. It's fortified against a nuclear strike.
Not gonna be able to get in there through sheer force.
- It's a goddamned Russian Nesting Doll. - Hence the term, Nest.
Well can't we just smoke him out or something?
I'm sorry, Madame President ... but it's fully contained.
They've got about a week's worth of oxygen in there...
depending on how many are in there with the President.
- Excuse me? - Ex-President.
- I'm Sorry. - Yeah. You certainly are.
What about we cut off his communications?
Go!
I mean, if we can't get to him we can at least cut him off, can't we?
Go!
Exterior communication is routed through an external interface.
- It'll still be vaulted. - Maybe take an hour or two.
Well, shoot... it's better than a week, don'cha think?
All right. you boys start working on it...
I gotta prepare for an interview.
Oh, that bastard had better not keep the antidote for himself!
Yeah and I'm sure you wouldn't.
Yes!
- I found 'em. - You did it!
There isn't enough for all of us!
- You two take these. - Go ahead.
- What? - I want an apology.
Are you serious? I don't owe you anything.
Oh, you think I'm just gonna forget what you
and your psychotic baby-daddy did?
I'm sorry just give me one of the antidotes...
- Shut up. - Shut up.
This is for the baby.
- There's only one left. - I should take it.
Seriously I'm critical for us getting out of here.
Both of us have been exposed. I've been feeling the effects myself.
- We flip for it. - XIII wouldn't say that!
- Call it. - Uh, heads!
I'm afraid you're disqualified.
Sir... Traymore has cut all our hard-line communications.
- Video cameras, coms, telephone... - That snaky bitch.
She is a thief and a shill for the goddamn Zionist military
complex that runs this whole puppet show!
We do still have access to one satellite.
Then one satellite it is.
Tell, me... Lincoln didn't have a satellite, did he Reynolds?
Uh, no I am sure he didn't, sir.
No. So... we're one up on him.
All right, let's go, come on roll it!
President Carrington, in enacting Martial Law,
has claimed that there are serious threats to this country.
Now is that in any way related to the rumors that the Chinese
have new weapons technology that could allow them to use
the weather as a weapon, and which may have been
responsible for the destruction of San Francisco?
Conspiracy theories. I've heard a lot but that one's just...
That's just ludicrous. Weather manipulation?
Wow... That sounds like some science fiction novel my late husband,
bless his soul, was... was always reading, yeah.
No... God controls the weather.
And God sure loves the United States,
so we've got nothing to worry about!
- As for the Chinese... - Mischa.
- What is going on? - We're off the air.
What? How?
The White House has engaged the Emergency Broadcast System.
They what?
The White House has engaged the Emergency Broadcast System.
My fellow Americans, we find ourselves at a crossroads.
Down one direction, the direction most easily traveled,
the direction that we have been on for the last several decades,
I see nothing but endless war,
grief and desolation.
Now, down the other path, the more difficult road,
but there lies our bright and glorious future...
Who is still with us?
The Mbrines and the Air Force are with Traymore.
Dammit.
We still have the Army, the Navy, and Coast Guard.
Who gives a crap about the Coast Guard? We're not show-boating here.
- No, sir, the Coast Guard also is a major... - Yeah, yeah...
Let me know when they win a battle worth writing a song.
At least we still have the other two big ones.
Get me a report on loyal forces and their locations.
Even the Coast Guard.
I want you to imagine the power
of a technology that can control the weather,
it can make rain over the Sahara,
it can cover Mexico in glaciers.
Unknown to you, this technology exists,
there has been an arms race to master it,
and I am very sorry to report that we've lost.
Our own President-elect, Harriet Traymore,
either through willful ignorance or treasonous ambition
has been supporting the Chinese in their endeavors...
Pathetic.
Duncan! I thought we cut off their communication?
Find out how they're doing that and shut them down!
And why aren't we through that goddamn door yet?
Look, dope on a rope.
I'm on the same page as you.
Do we really have to pull him along like this?
Can't leave him behind. He's our ticket outta here.
Yeah but like this? Okay, maybe we do.
All right the extraction point is uh... I think it's this way.
We have to get off the streets!
Quick!
Get in!
We should be safe.
Tie him to that pole.
We know where the extraction is. We should go.
- What, you want to leave him? - Do you think he would think twice?
Yeah, well I'm not him. I'm not leaving anyone behind.
Now we're trapped. We're never gonna make the rendezvous.
I thought you might be hungry.
- I found this inside. - Thank you, I am.
You have to make sure you eat, and drink water.
I remember when my wife was pregnant.
You remind me of her a bit.
- Where is she? - She died.
I'm sorry.
You will be fine, you know. I can see it in your eyes.
Whatever you've gone through, it doesn't matter.
Because soon, you will be a mother. And a good one, I think.
- I don't know that I will. - You will.
A mother is very important.
Without one, Yen-Boi, he escapes in his comic book, but...
Help!
Help me!
I'll be right back.
Help!
Hey!! Over here!
- Yen-Boi! - Yes!
Grab it!
- It's stuck! - You can do it!
You okay?
Just like Christmas.
Amos? Are you okay?
Don't, don't... don't even pretend that you care.
How do you feel?
How do you think I feel?
How could you let me become one of those things!
I helped you. I'm getting you out! That's how you repay me?!
- We just gave you the antidote. - It was a little bit late!
I can still feel the violence and the rage and the paranoia, XIII...
Sounds to me like your natural state.
I don't think... it's completely out of me.
Are you trying to scare me?
Or just knock me out with your halitosis?
You're better now... let it go. We don't have a lot of time left.
Why aren't we at the rendezvous place? You couldn't even do one simple thing?
We cannot get through the crowd.
Hands! Get them untied!
Who are you?
I'm Ping, this is my son Yen-Boi. We...
Yeah Ping, Pong, Ching, Chong,
you're not coming with us on goddamn helicopter.
- Get this off! - Jerk.
What? It upsets you?
Your delicate little sensibilities?
Wasn't too upsetting to watch us kill ourselves in cage matches?
All right. I messed up, okay? Can we move on?
Sweetheart you didn't have a problem until your boyfriend
kicked you out like a piece of garbage.
All right, that's enough.
Put's a piece of trash growing into your stomach.
I said, that's enough.
She threw you in the pit too, don't you remember that?
I think we can safely say we've all made bad decisions.
- How long have we got? - About 30 minutes.
All right, we have to make our way to the extraction point.
If we don't...
- It's about to brake. We have to leave! - All right, this way. Let's go!
Wait! Wait! I know another door.
Come on, let's go!
Come on!
Hey! There's a door through here.
Where's Amos? Bastard! All right in there.
- Wait! Are you sure? - Stay if you want!
Ugh, I hate tunnels!
Get in! Get in!
- Come on! - They're here!
I don't understand.
Berzerk makes people crazy, fight each other...
These people seem to be working together.
Berzerk is more than just a poison.
It creates civil unrest and incites a crowd to riot, yes,
but that's just the first stage.
Using HEARPE-based technology on a smaller scale,
we found that we were able to focus them.
Will someone please explain to me why this geriatric nutbar
is still communicating with the outside world?
We aren't sure. We haven't been able
to discover the source of his transmissions or disable it.
What good are you, exactly? You don't even get my lattes right.
I make your latte myself, they're the same way every day.
Wait a second. Where are you from?
- New York. - I mean where's your family from?
Vietnam.
I have a Vietnamese assistant? How the hell did that happen?
There are quite a few Vietnamese people working in the US government.
Whatever. I want HEARPE operational.
Xu was supposed to share their intel, and now we have a 100-billion dollar
weather antenna sitting in Alaska. What did I give them Amos for?
Okay... Can't you contact somebody in China?
- I mean, you speak their lanuage. - I'm told you I'm Viet...
Okay, you know what and tell Synequanon
if they're not operational in the next 24 hours,
I'm gonna give away their contracts to Lockheed Martin.
Yeah, all of them! And get me a goddamn latte!
Well... What am I gonna do, Colonel?
It's over.
It ain't over till it's over, soldier.
No it's over. I'm done.
- No one believes in me. - I believe in you, sir.
Martin. You should have never left your wife.
The White House ain't worth it.
My duty isn't just to the United States, or the White House, it's to you.
I'm loyal to you... until the end.
And this isn't the end.
Well...
Who can we count on?
Not Amos.
All of our old contacts are gone.
What's left? Who's left?
I think you know the answer to that.
Where is everyone?
Do you really want to know?
What's that? It doesn't sound good.
- Why are they following us? - Maybe they like noodles.
From the mouths of babes.
- What's going on? - They are following the truck.
- What are you doing? - Lock the door!
Seriously?
What's happening?
The resonator focuses the mob.
When they turned it off, everyone affected within
a 1-mile radius is knocked to the ground. For hours!
- That was my laptop. - Sorry to interrupt,
but the HEARPE device is 99% charged and calibrated.
Good. Tell them to point it at the United States.
I'll have this specific coordinates soon.
Sick of playing this games!
- You don't have the authority... - Yes, I do.
In case you forgot, I am the majority shareholder in Xu.
The Central Committe...
I don't care what the Central, the Peripheral,
or any other committee you work for wants.
You'd better get going.
- You're not... - Coming with? No.
It's the end of the story!
We won. It's safe now.
Okay... Look, you do one last thing for me?
Yeah sure, what?
Make sure that thing never starts again.
And uh...
don't do drugs.
- All right, take it easy, kid. - Bye!
See you.
Hey! Whoa boys!
Don't shoot! Don't shoot! You are my ride!
- Samuel Amos. - Password.
Wag the dog. Wag the fucking dog man!
Mr. Amos. This is for you.
- Hello? - Mr. Amos.
Ben, we're both dirty sons of bitches,
but I appreciate the ride, the natives are restless!
That's no problem. What are old friends for?
So tell me, how did it go with Harriet Traymore?
How'd that work out for you?
I suppose you know the answer to that.
I like to hear it from you.
Well... substantial investment did not yield acceptable results.
As soon as I get back to the U.S, you have my full support.
All right, stop it. What I want from you is much simpler.
I'm listening.
You'd better be!
Woohoo! Fuck you Shanghai!
- Dammit! - That son of a bitch!
Hello?
XIII? This is the President.
Long time no speak.
Mr. President. This is a surprise?
I suppose it is.
We didn't leave on the greatest of terms last time.
You could say that.
I know I have no right to ask, but I have one more mission for you.
I finished my mission on the bridge when you ordered Jones to kill me.
Son, we all make decisions...
that we believe in our hearts are right and they turn out to be wrong.
That's being human.
I am not asking you to forgive me... but what I want you to do
is to recognize that we both want, what's best for our country
I can't do anything from China. Amos just left us here.
Actually... I asked him to leave you behind.
What? Why?
In that bag, there's a package of supplies that should help you
stop the Chinese from deploying HEARPE.
It's up to you, son.
Me? You just had a team of Navy SEALS here, why is it up to me?
The same reason you exist, son.
Plausible deniability.
If I send men in there it's an act of war.
- Your job is to prevent one. - Great.
Whatever happens, XIII,
we probably won't speak again. The wolves are at the door.
I'm not long for this office. I am probably not long for this world.
Can't say that's surprising.
After this mission, son, you'll have the means and the right to disappear.
I'm also taking you off the watch list.
Now when you're done, if you're successful,
I hope you find what you're looking for.
There's one more thing, there's one way
to make sure this isn't a suicide mission,
make sure you get out alive
- so you can live that life in peace. - What's that?
I want you to find your double. You share more than a face, XIII.
Only you and he can activate or destroy HEARPE.
That's your only hope of success.
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