Huh?
Fuck!
Fuck.
- Good morning, Mr Hunter. - Fuck off!
- Have a nice day. - Fuck you!
- [woman] Yeah, interesting. - Group B was really strong...
Nope! Not today.
Come on.
Uh, what is that?
Hey, Hunter, this just came through ten minutes ago.
This happened ten minutes ago?
No, it came through ten minutes ago.
It seems to have happened several hours ago.
- I am so confused. - It must have been a covert op.
- I'm sorry, who are you? - Uh, Agent Simmons.
- OK. Am I talking to you or him? - Me.
OK, Agent Simmons, shut the fuck up.
Agent Robinson, what the fuck is happening?
OK. We found this. One of our assets in Bangkok.
I don't understand. Why are we just getting it now?
It wasn't on our books, or else we would've been monitoring it.
[man 1] What the fuck is that?
- [man 2] God, no! - [man 1] We've been compromised.
It's the fucking Ghost! Pull back! Pull back!
No.
Well, isn't that a bag of dicks?
Yeah, it's all very strange.
As I said, we've got nothing on the books for this op,
or the Ghost they mention. We're trying to pull...
You're joking, right?
The Ghost? The Ghost?
Christ. Move out of the way.
The Ghost is a black-hat terrorist.
He's crashed the GDP of multiple countries,
bankrupted a dozen Fortune 500 companies
and destroyed Yemen's oil reserves.
You remember that hack we got hit with?
The one we don't talk about in front of you-know-who?
Yeah, that too. And we don't even have a reliable ID of him.
He's the boogeyman. Completely off-grid.
Absolutely fucking impossible to find.
This him?
[Hunter] What's that? What am I looking at?
[man] The only person to leave the warehouse alive.
- See, I was able to backtrack... - No fucking way.
Get me a team to that intersection right now.
Well, that's the thing.
What the fuck is it with you today, Kyle?
Do you realise how fucking important this is?
If I don't have this bird in hand
before Brunt hears about this, we're all fucked!
- Hello. - Brunt. Uh...
Hi. Um... How, I mean, look, we...
The Ghost, we've got him. I mean, we've found him...
What's "the thing"?
Sorry?
You said, "Well, that's the thing."
Well, I wanted to say that we don't have any people
on the ground in Bangkok.
I mean, we have people,
but we don't have those kinds of people.
- What about the Bangkok team? - Uh... you mean these guys?
[man] I have no visual. I've lost comms!
- OK. Stop, stop, stop. - Fucking Ghost! Pull back!
- Turn it off! - Fucking chill!
Hunter, what the hell is going on?
I promise you I will answer that question,
but I just got here myself and I'm as confused as you are.
Let me make something very clear.
This is not a safe fucking space.
The person in your job doesn't get to make excuses.
He gets paid a shitload of money to give me the answers I need
because the security of millions of people is at stake.
Do you understand?
Yes, ma'am.
Good.
All right, people, activate the Singapore team now.
The Singapore team is over an hour away.
That's our only option at this point.
- Is it? - Uh, he's getting a taxi.
Can you track him?
If I can find the tag number, then we can hack the car's GPS.
- Do it. And you. - Yeah.
Pull up a map of his movements since he left the warehouse.
The airport.
- Shit. - Obviously.
What's the ETA on that Singapore team?
He will have slipped away
by the time they get in the country.
We need someone in Bangkok now.
We got techs, interrogators, bagmen,
but for something like this, we have zero options.
Less than zero, actually.
Hey, motherfucker!
Morning, Mae. What's shaking?
It's afternoon, you hobo.
I still need breakfast.
Coffee first.
I'm Irish.
You're gonna die young, man.
If I die in your bar, you can sell my organs to pay my tab.
I don't think they're worth what they used to be.
[Brunt] Lucas, don't hang up.
I know I owe you an explanation,
but I have a developing situation and I need your help.
You know that I wouldn't call unless it was extremely urgent.
Are you seriously calling me after two years
to ask for my help? Two years, Katherine.
You know what? You're not worth it.
I am not your friend.
I am not a toy that you can pick up and put down.
- Lucas... - I am not your fucking patsy.
So you can take those enormous balls of yours
- and you can go fuck yourself. - I understand. Hear me out.
- Fuck you and die! - Please, Lucas...
Shit!
Wrong number.
Don't answer that!
Hello? How may I help you?
[Brunt] Hi, Mae, is it?
Would you pass the phone to the...
roguishly handsome blond at the end of the bar, please?
Hello? Come on, Mae. I know he's there.
No.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!
This is the last place I could drink in peace!
I can't.
I just can't fucking run anymore.
I'm done.
[Hunter] Classified?
Simmons?
- Update. - Uh...
Ghost is about to arrive at Bangkok International.
- And the Singapore team? - Uh... About an hour out.
Fuck!
[Brunt] Oh, good, you're alive.
I'm guessing you'll make me regret that.
Just name your price, then.
- I can fix this. - Oh, now you can fix this?
Yes, now I can fix this. I can give you your life back.
I can clear your name.
I'm no longer bound by the Agency's protocols.
Then get to the point!
I just need you to get to the airport.
In case you forget our not-so-recent history,
you put me on a fucking no-fly list!
OK, OK, OK. This is a good place to start.
You get in a taxi right now, you head to the airport.
I will have a passport waiting for you when you get there.
Come on. Call my bluff.
And if I did, then what?
We're tracking a high-value target.
I need you to take them into custody
and accompany them back to the United States alive.
As in unharmed, Lucas. Do you understand?
Fuck!
Two fucking years!
Two fucking years I've been hunted
and stuck in this fucking town!
You snap your fingers and just like that! Fuck!
You have nothing to lose and everything to gain.
You have to understand, if there was anything I could have done...
Fuck you.
Taxi!
BKK International.
Wet wipes?
[in Thai] Thank you.
Are we good?
We need a cobbler working on his passport right now.
It's already happening. The only thing is,
his file's encrypted, even for my clearance.
Who is this guy, Brunt? Why is he on the no-fly list?
Well, Hunter, if you'd been on top of things
like I hired you to be,
I wouldn't have to dumpster dive through the fucking rejects.
Holy shit.
- What? - Someone on the dark web
was talking about the Ghost in Mandarin.
Luckily, I did a semester in Shaanxi, a province in...
Nobody gives a shit. Get to the point.
- He's going to San Francisco. - You sure?
- [Simmons] I am. - Nice work.
And get Reyes on that flight. I'll update him now.
This fucking guy.
Yeah, yeah.
Lucas Reyes.
Thank you.
O ye of little faith.
We'll see if it gets me anywhere.
It will. That text you just received
is your boarding pass and your credentials.
None of which really matters
if I have a fucking red notice on my head.
I told you everything was taken care of.
I just got you a clean passport in less than 37 minutes.
What else do I have to do to get you to trust me?
Build a time machine. Erase the past.
Your flight is about to board.
If you want what I'm offering, you need to be on it.
Right.
[Hunter] Is that blood?
Robinson, bring that up.
I've noticed this at several spots along the Ghost's route.
Looks like our little friend has been shot.
Must have gotten patched up somewhere.
Explains the gap in time before heading to the airport.
- Hit the street doctors. - [Simmons] On it.
I see you.
[man] Passport.
[man] Next please.
Thank you.
Passport.
[in Thai] Is the machine working?
How difficult is it?
It's just that.
Have a safe flight, sir.
[woman] This is the final call for passenger Carroll.
That's passenger Jessica Carroll.
Please make your way to gate 17A.
Your flight is ready to depart.
Believe me now?
What am I doing here, Katherine?
Deliver the mark to us alive, you get your life back.
- It's that simple. - And who is the mark?
Our latest intel is that he's bleeding,
so he shouldn't be too hard to find.
OK.
Any physical description? Height, weight, anything?
My, my, you've become a needy little bitch during your exile.
I swear to God, one more word,
I will walk right out the fucking door.
No, you won't. Because now you know I can come through for you.
And even though you have tried to convince yourself
that you are fine drinking yourself into an early grave,
your heart just isn't in it.
Rest assured, as soon as we have more intel, you will have it.
In the meantime, just do your best
to find the only gunshot victim on the plane.
So you're saying you don't have any information?
And, Lucas?
This time,
make sure those, uh...
ethics of yours...
don't intervene.
Find the target, deliver the target.
Oh, Katherine, you are
stitching together a parachute as we fall from the sky.
I don't know what else to say.
You don't have to forgive me,
but at some point you're gonna have to move on.
Oh, thanks, Katie. You always give the best advice.
[woman] Mayko Airlines flight MK7517 to San Francisco
is now ready for boarding.
Hi, Marcel. Take your time. We're all waiting for you.
Sixteen-hour flight time today, guys.
Weather's looking pretty good,
apart from maybe the last stretch over the North Pacific,
so just keep an eye out for that when we get there.
Seventy percent capacity in upstairs economy,
and 90 percent here in downstairs economy. Yeah?
OK. Have a fantastic flight, everybody.
And remember, happy faces, look alive.
Yeah? Fantastic. Thank you.
[woman] Here they come.
Remember, Royce. Happy faces, look alive.
- Got new material today, then? - You know me.
You guys ready up there?
Does the Pope love dresses?
- Send them up. - OK, copy that.
Happy faces, everybody. Look alive.
Good evening, Mr O'Donnell.
- Can I get a drink? - Let's get you to a seat first.
- Mrs Nazareth, how are you? - Fine, thanks.
May I take your ticket? I'll show you to your seat.
You'll be very pleased to know you're seated
in Diamond Elite's new Tranquillity class.
Thank you.
Your seat's just over there. Seat 1A.
A bit more privacy for you.
Guys.
Guys!
This better be some good fucking news.
Got a team tracing the Ghost's blood trail through Bangkok.
It looks like he stopped at a 24-hour vet clinic.
- The team just got there. - [Brunt] OK.
Send them the ID photos of everyone on that plane.
[Royce] Boarding pass.
- Boarding pass, sir. - [man] Let me put that up there.
[Royce] That's fine, sir. Thank you.
Right this way.
[man] Could I have the food menu please?
Nervous flier.
[attendant] Champagne? Water?
- Do you have anything stronger? - [attendant] Orange juice?
No, thanks.
Actually, you know what? I'll have that champagne.
Thank you.
Fuck champagne.
[man] Cabin crew, prepare doors for departure and cross check.
Seat belts, please. Arigato.
Trays up. Danke.
Electronics off. Gracias.
[pilot] Evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome aboard this double decker A380.
This is your pilot speaking,
welcoming all passengers in our first,
business and economy cabins
to flight MK7517 to San Francisco.
Cabin crew, prepare for take-off.
[woman] As I said, my shift started this morning.
[Brunt] She's lying.
Her phone hasn't left the office in 24 hours.
But let's look at last night's patients.
Hunter. Brunt.
We have uncovered some new intel and it's, uh...
sensitive information.
My office.
So, what have you got?
We were trying to understand why anyone would be posting
this itinerary in the places we were finding it.
The Ghost has a bounty of up to ten million dollars.
If someone had that info, why not keep it to themselves?
- Yes. And? - We can't trace the source,
but we have traced where it's gone since posting and...
it's bad.
What am I looking at, the fucking Matrix?
What is happening?
In the short time it went online,
even buried as deep as it was,
it went around the world 30 times.
There isn't a country in the Western hemisphere
that doesn't have a bounty on the Ghost's head.
Not to mention all the criminals and oligarchs he's stolen from.
Are you telling me that plane is full of killers?
Exactly.
You don't need me to alert the FAA or...?
Hmm.
Stay calm. Stay focused.
Nobody on that plane knows what the Ghost looks like.
We need to figure out his identity before anybody else,
and get that intel to Reyes ASAP.
- Excuse me, Agent. - Yes, ma'am.
- Start torturing the vet. - Copy that, ma'am.
- Thank you. - You're welcome, ma'am.
Rough night?
Something like that.
I feel you, brother. I've been there.
You know what they say?
The darkness is always strongest
just before the stars are crushed by the morning sun.
Huh?
I was born Cayenne de la Montoya.
But that was just a toxic label others used to smother me.
But I broke free. Now I'm Cayenne.
And Cayenne knows that if you don't chase your dreams,
other people's dreams will chase you.
Stay positive, my friend. Don't worry.
And everything will become clear.
I gotta...
Yeah.
- [Royce] Oh, amazing. - [Cayenne] You know this?
This? Come on, like...
Oh, my God, you don't know it.
OK, I gotta go.
Enjoy.
Thank you.
Fuck champagne, yes?
I need your help with some very serious business.
Serious business?
I just finished the choreography of my new show,
but I just can't decide the final move.
- OK. - Hmm.
You mind if I show you?
Please do.
Hmm.
Hm-hmm.
See?
- I see. - Which one?
Can't you do both?
That's the positivity I'm talking about.
Yeah.
Yes! Let's drink.
Whoo!
Yes, yes, it work.
Nice. Thank you. Thank you, man.
[Speaking Spanish] There isn't one.
Fuck.
[attendant] Same again? Enjoy.
Whoa, whoa. I got it.
It's OK, it's OK, it's OK, it's OK.
Hey, my friend, you look a bit pale.
Let's sit you down. Here.
Why are you not sleeping?
What the fuck did you put in my drink?
I gave you enough xylazine to put down a horse.
I guess you can't pickle a pickle.
I guess that's your bad luck.
You think you're gonna take my bounty? Cayenne's ten million?
What bounty?
Whoo!
[Cayenne] You're funny. You're a funny guy.
"What bounty?"
The bounty that is gonna make me a star.
Too bad you're not gonna be around to see it.
Please...
stop...
hitting me!
Fuck!
Goddamn it, fucker!
At first I thought that you might be the Ghost.
But look at you, man.
OK.
Night-night.
Oh, fuck!
[Hunter] What the fuck is this?
That's where we found Reyes last night.
Where we found him?
Exactly who is this guy? We need to call his last handler.
Handler? He's disavowed, it's a waste of time.
Is it? I'm not sitting in front of a Congressional hearing
because we forgot to vet some merc burnt-out contractor...
- Secret Service. - What?
He wasn't a merc, he was Secret Service.
Seriously? The guy who did that?
What the fuck landed him in that shithole in the first place?
Believe it or not...
a conscience.
Oh, shit.
[attendant] Not to worry. Can I get you something?
Hello? Sir?
Shit.
Please open the door.
One second.
Do you need medical assistance?
Come on.
Sir?
As a matter of protocol, I'm demanding you open the door.
[Lucas] Just a minute!
I'm a sky marshal. Open the door.
Fuck.
I've been airsick.
Sir, for the safety of all passengers,
I'm going to need to ask you a couple questions.
Are you currently on narcotics?
Is he really a sky marshal? You can vouch for him?
[woman] Excuse me?
Oh, my God. Is that blood dripping from the ceiling?
Inside, both of you.
Oh, God. Oh, my God.
[woman] Oh, my God.
I don't wanna have to use these.
[woman] What do you want?
Uh...
- Your help. - With what?
He's gonna kill us. He's gonna kill us.
- He's a bloody maniac in pink. - [woman] Stay calm.
Relax, OK? Just...
try to relax, calm down, OK?
There's another sky marshal on board. He'll look for us.
[man] What the fuck?!
Exactly. Listen, what I'm about to tell you guys
is gonna sound absolutely crazy,
but you're gonna have to trust me. OK?
Why should we?
I didn't kill him.
I had to kill. He made me.
- [woman] He made you? - Hmm.
Who are you?
I'm FBI.
- FBI? - Identification?
Department of Justice. The attaché to Thailand.
Agent Lucas Daniel Reyes. Officer number 808.
Do you have a badge?
I don't have time for this shit!
This is the situation that you, me and everyone else on board
suddenly find ourselves in.
Wait.
- What? - I don't understand.
You're looking for someone that's on this plane?
Yep.
[woman] And other people are looking too?
Uh-huh.
To kill him?
Right.
That's just lovely, isn't it? We need to tell the pilots.
Yes! Do that.
And find the other sky marshal. Get me the manifest, all right?
And maybe...
put a sign on the door?
Let's go. No, wait!
Can you find me something to change into?
Hmm.
All good?
Doesn't quite fit, but...
You're making it work.
Can you guys do something with this?
- What the fuck?! - For crying out loud!
I don't have a place to put it, do I?
You cannot just walk round this plane with a gun!
No shit. That's why I asked you to do something with it.
What if... What if it goes off?
- It won't, the safety's on. - The what?
- That the manifest? - Yeah.
Oh, good. It's Ambien time. People will be going to sleep.
We'll start with the people that haven't.
You guys speak to the pilots?
- No, not yet. - Go do that.
We'll start with this cabin. We'll circle anyone who looks...
dubious. Yeah?
Let's go.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no...
What? What?
36D, they asked for some peppermint tea 15 minutes ago.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I'm sorry, but I'm trying to do a job as well.
Hey, hey, hey! Stop being such a little pusswah, OK?
You don't understand. I have extreme OCD with these things.
You know what? Would you rather I knocked you out
and zip-tied you to the sky marshal?
Could I get the tea first?
Fine.
Yes, rear galley. Lower deck. Get here right now.
- What's up? - I found these in the bin.
- Where does this go? - Down to the cargo hold.
What happened?
I need to go down to the cargo hold.
- My God, is this blood? - Is there another way down,
or do I have to slide?
There is a way, but I don't know if I'm the best person to...
- I'll take you. - Right.
Yeah, you guys go ahead,
and I'll just keep an eye on things here.
That's him. That's the sky marshal.
Fuck.
I don't understand.
How is this possible?
Who is this guy that you're looking for?
- Are you hot? - What?
You're sweating.
That's a cold sweat. It's your immune system fighting.
I used to do that too, touch all the places I was wounded.
And I've been shot, stabbed, burned, run over, you name it.
Gotta hand it to you. Flight attendant's a pretty good cover.
Cover? This is my job.
Lift up your shirt.
Fuck you.
Goddamn it, man.
Everybody thinks the Ghost is a middle-aged man.
And the Ghost is a what? Like, what are you, 16?
The Ghost is a 16-year-old girl!
You're crazy.
I can't even engage with this.
I've got a job to do.
Look out!
No!
What the hell are you thinking?
You could blow the fuselage and get us all killed.
Only if you miss.
There you are.
You're bleeding.
- I had an appendectomy. - Yeah, with a bullet.
You do realise that there are dozens of people
on the plane looking to kill you, right?
And I'm the only person that needs you alive.
- No one else knows who I am. - Is that how you wanna play it?
It took me 15 minutes to figure out who you are.
It's a pretty long fucking flight.
Who hired you?
You're clearly not FBI. I mean, look at you.
You're not even sober.
Getting way closer than I'd like to be.
No. I don't need your help. I can take care of myself.
You don't get it. There is no scenario
in which I do not hand you in at the end of this flight.
That's cute.
But you do know I can't just disappear for ten hours, right?
People will come looking for me. We have security protocols.
Did you not think any of this through?
- Goddamn it. - What?
This is gonna be so fucking annoying.
You mean I'm gonna be annoying?
Yeah.
Well, you're right.
Listen, Isha the Ghost, here's the plan.
You're gonna stick with me and keep your head down while I protect you
and we figure out who we're up against. You got it?
No.
- You got a better idea? - I do. I've got lots, actually.
And they all have one thing in common.
- They don't include you. - They don't include me. Hm-hmm.
Yeah, unfortunately none of those are gonna work
because you're in my custody now.
Like I said,
you need me out there doing flight-attendant shit,
else I draw suspicion and risk the hitters figuring out who I am
and getting myself killed.
Which apparently you can't have because you need me alive.
Need. Why?
- Doesn't matter. - Money?
Yeah, that's right.
No.
Something more fundamental.
I smell desperation.
Oh, really?
Because I only smell condescension
and entitlement
with a heavy waft of arrogance that's gonna get us both killed.
Fine.
Well, I obviously don't trust you,
but I guess this is the best option.
For now.
Fine. Shall we go talk to the pilots?
And don't call me Isha the Ghost.
What do you want me to call you? Casper?
- And I'm 25, arsehole. - Of course you are.
What?
You're not gonna find a chapter on this in there.
So what are we supposed to do?
You keep this door locked until we land.
Don't open it for anyone but me.
- What about the flight crew? - Only me.
And you don't know which passenger they're looking for?
- How long until we land? - Eight hours.
Right, call it in.
- The channel's static. - Reboot it.
All right.
You know, this might not be all bad for us.
- Sully? - Ding-ding.
Guy lands a tiny plane on the Hudson. Guy gets a book deal.
And a movie.
- Hanks. - Yeah, Hanks.
Love Hanks.
He's all right.
- What's shaking, Royce? - Royce?
- Are you OK? - OK?
Yeah. Yeah, no, I'm absolutely fine. Absolutely fine.
Aside from the fact that we're 40,000 feet up in the air
with a plane full of hidden... assassins.
A girl with a peanut allergy asked me for an apple juice.
I thought she was gonna claw my eyes out.
Hey. You've got this.
We're gonna be OK. I've got your back.
- This... is our safe space. - Safe space.
I'm gonna go upstairs and check out first class.
It's our safe space.
It is. It's a safe space.
Uh, 8J needs a coffee.
27D needs a blanket. And 9G needs something.
He needs a... What was it? I can't remember what it was.
Oh, my God. It was a...
I'll get the coffee for 8J. Uh, you get the juice.
Right.
Yeah, I'll, uh, I'll get the juice.
- Deep breaths. - Yeah, deep breaths.
- We've got this. - Right.
What's the worst that could happen, eh?
- Coffee for you, sir? - Hm-hmm.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
[attendant] It's made from lavender and seal blubber,
actually, which is a bit naughty.
It sounds a bit odd, but it is lovely on the skin.
You just rub it in a sort of clockwise motion.
So just take your time.
That's for you to enjoy. Can I get you anything else?
[woman] Um...
If there's anything else that I can do for you,
please do let me know.
- Maybe some champagne? - Thank you ever so much.
I need the manifest.
Isha's called, I know exactly who you are,
but we both have a job to do, OK?
Now these people have paid a lot of money for first-class service
and I cannot have them disturbed.
- They're Diamond Elite. - Oh.
They're notorious for giving bad reviews. I don't need that.
Not now. Not ever.
- Garrett? - Yes.
I'm only gonna ask you this nicely once.
Could you please give me the manifest?
Stop, lady!
Just fucking stop, please!
Triads? Oh, shit.
What the fu...
Ya!
Fuck!
Mm-mm.
Ya!
Excuse me, miss.
Would you happen to know where one can find
$100 million in stolen cryptocurrency?
Last seen in Djibouti.
I think I read an article about that once.
Laundered money, right?
A couple of generals in Yemen had a rough morning at the ATM.
We certainly did.
Fortunately, my associates in the Congo
were able to describe the likeness of the attacker.
And I did not expect...
Coffee not sitting right?
Sleep tight.
Don't fucking...
What the fuck?
Oh, my... [Royce] Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Anybody hear anything back there?
I don't think so.
Thai Wan Deng?
They have something against you?
Maybe.
Then why the fuck are they trying to kill me?
You?
I don't understand.
Really? No idea?
I mean, why are they after you, or I mean us?
The Ghost...
may have blown up an electronics factory
in their territory of Mae Sai.
And why the fuck would the Ghost do that?
They use child labour.
As in slaves.
Sure. Whatever you say.
The whole world is glued to their screens all day
not realising that their cheap phones
are made from little kids pulling...
We have to figure out just how fucked we are, hmm?
Go find Garrett and scan this deck for threats,
just like you did downstairs. And you, Rory,
help me with these dead bodies.
- The bodies? - Yeah, come on.
Oh, God.
[Hunter] Oh, my God.
Why?
He said that someone's put a hit on him.
Did we just put a paranoid psychopath in the mix?
There are civilians on that plane, too.
He has no reason to lie.
I'm not saying he's lying. I think he's just deranged.
God.
OK.
Brunt, no more bullshit.
Excuse me?
I'm sorry, but this shit officially just got out of hand,
and at some point,
we're gonna have to set our stories straight.
So I need to know
exactly what the fuck we're dealing with here.
Well?
When Reyes was in the Secret Service,
he was in a detail overseas in Bangkok.
He was detached as part of a team to babysit
a high-value...
but...
deeply disturbed diplomat.
[Hunter] Deeply disturbed how?
[Brunt] Let's just say that he, uh...
had a fetish for beating up young prostitutes.
Lucas didn't get the memo and...
he snapped...
in spectacularly brutal fashion.
Shit. Um...
Well, fuck that guy, right? Son of a bitch deserved it.
Oh, a thousand percent.
Except his brother is the deputy director of the CIA.
- Fuck. - Hmm.
He's been hunted ever since.
Then...
please tell me just...
how you know so much about him.
We were dating when all of this went down.
- What? - It was tragic.
But my career at the Agency was on the line so I gave him up.
You sold out your own boyfriend?
I tipped him off.
- Gave him a head start. - He's still running.
And somehow still alive
considering all the hard motherfuckers
that have gone after him and not returned.
It's like the years have turned him into something...
Inhuman?
Different.
There we go.
Garrett, what did you do to Mrs Nazareth?
I may have given her an Ambien.
- Or four. - Four?!
She was very traumatised by being in economy.
Being around these people is very stressful for her.
- We have a problem. - You think?
What's this? Another factory?
No. Another region altogether.
- I gave him a sedative. - He's dead.
Yeah. I'm not a doctor. So?
The vet that patched me up gave me a bunch of this shit.
I don't know what it is.
Morphine, antibiotics, adrenaline.
How can I protect you when your enemies are trying to kill me
and you're out gallivanting, killing other passengers?
I never asked you to protect me!
What is going on? Who's killing who?
- Hey, hey! - Garrett!
Can you do us a favour and go out to the galley
and check on all the passengers that are still alive?
Let us know if you come across anyone who looks murderous.
Murderous? Sure. They look murderous.
How am I supposed to trust you?!
To be honest, I don't really give a shit!
Am I gonna have to restrain you?
I suppose you could try.
[Garrett] We have a big problem.
They have your photo.
Who does?
Everybody does.
What's going on?
- What the hell are you doing? - I was trying to help you!
If they figure out it's you I'm protecting,
it's gonna make my job twice as hard!
Both of us are half as likely to get out of here alive!
Stop! He's with me. He's with me.
Stop. Stop.
She's with me! You're both with me!
Stop. Stop.
Who the fuck are they now?
Strip-mining company tried to force them off their land
in the Wudang Mountains.
I bought it back. They were grateful. And loyal.
Master Lian and her clan have protected me ever since.
OK. Sure.
Why the fuck not?
[Isha] Oh, God.
Hold tight.
Put this here. Here we go.
You're gonna be OK.
No... I'm not.
You're not. You're quite fucked, actually.
I just don't know what else to say.
That's more like it.
We need to find him somewhere safe.
Where? Everyone on the plane has his photo.
Follow me.
[Lucas] Oh, be careful.
So explain this to me again.
- No. - You'll be fine.
- No one's trying to kill you. - Why is anybody killing anybody?
Oh, my God. Just keep an eye out
and call down if things get fucked up.
Get fucked up? How much more fucked up can it get
until it qualifies as being fucked up?!
How many ways in?
That hatch and the one in the front galley.
Plus the service elevator.
- Can you lock the elevator? - Yeah, I have the key. OK.
Thank you.
[man] Photo sent. Coming your way now.
[Hunter] OK. Here's our mark.
[Brunt] Well, well. It would seem the Ghost is a lady.
[Hunter] I wanna see every byte of data
she's ever generated ASAP.
How much do you think he got for that book deal, then?
What, net? Thirty percent, tops.
Is that it?
Comms are still down.
Autopilot's working, though. Says we're right on course.
- Weather? - Uh, yeah, working.
Says there's clear skies ahead.
What's that, then?
Whoa. Yeah.
So what the fuck is going on?
There are over 200 million abandoned kids in the world.
I grew up as one of those kids.
I was sold to a child-trafficking ring at seven,
and they passed me around.
No, no, no, not what you're thinking.
They soon discovered that I had a different value.
The soldiers who kidnapped me worked for warlords,
and those warlords worked for corporations
mining the minerals they needed for their products.
Video game consoles and phones.
They had all the guns they needed,
but they were completely digitally exposed.
Turns out that I had skills that were useful to them.
So you're a hacker?
Hacker. Sure.
By the end, I could bypass any firewall,
infiltrate any database,
commandeer any drone in the sky.
The atrocities I was forced to commit knew no bounds.
So I escaped and went off the grid.
I spent the next decade of my life
trying to figure out how to make that a reality,
hoping that it could undo some of the damage.
So it's a weapon?
The most powerful computer in the world
would take about a thousand years
to break through current top encryption methods.
That thing can do it in 30 seconds.
Hmm. Sounds valuable.
The computing power of that device is... limitless.
You asked if it was a weapon.
- In the wrong hands, absolutely. - Hmm.
I suppose you consider yourself the right hands.
I know I can change things.
I just wanna stop what happened to me happening to other kids.
You're not as smart as you think.
I'm sorry?
You were my first hire.
You know why?
Because you and I are the same.
Cutthroat.
We'd sell our own kids to get ahead.
But you are playing both sides.
Uh...
I can have forensics run the last two weeks of your life,
or you can just come clean
and maybe we both get what we want.
Walk with me.
A source close to the Ghost contacted me a week ago.
Said she'd built a device
that could disrupt our entire industry.
We made a deal to do an exchange at SFO, but then,
I traced his phone back to Bangkok
and he sent a team to intercept, which went sideways.
There is a plane filled with dead bodies
and murderers about to land in San Francisco.
Now would be a really fucking good time to get to the point.
The source wanted a million dollars.
He's an amateur.
So then I thought, well,
if I took out the Ghost, I'd just get it for free.
You cheap-ass little bitch.
You just murder her so you don't have to pay, huh?
See, now you're catching on.
Then two days ago,
I posted the Ghost's itinerary on the dark web,
just in case, as a backup.
Every killer trying to collect
the Ghost's bounty took the bait,
all of them with their eyes on the wrong prize.
- And Reyes? - Oh, yeah, wow!
Fucking hell, what a psycho, huh?
I really did try to handle that one quietly,
but we just kept getting photos of dead people, so...
I just went nuclear and, uh, well...
I distributed his photo widely.
He's probably dead by now.
I know that he had the Ghost's picture as well.
Once that plane lands, they're all dead
- and we will have the device. - We?
Whoever owns that device is a multi-billionaire overnight.
And you think that I should just...
trust you?
I think trust is irrelevant.
You and I are about to be the only two people on Earth
who know about this.
So...
you could turn me in and...
figure out how to explain this unholy pile of shit
you're currently presiding on, or... you join me,
and have more money than you could ever possibly imagine.
Like I said...
cut-throat.
[man] OK, deep breath, everyone. Let's go.
[group] Om.
Must be hashtag whatever-the-fuck day.
[man] Very good, everybody.
What a bunch of fucking pussies.
- Yeah. - [group] Om.
I bet they pass out participation trophies.
[group] Om.
Om.
[Lucas] Oh, God.
So now you know everything. Why are you here?
I guess this is my last shot at redemption.
Turning me in redeems you?
If I bring you in alive,
I'm free.
Free.
Free to do what?
- [Garrett] Isha. - Yeah?
They've moved from the upper deck
and they're tearing the lower deck apart.
They know you're down there. They're looking for a way in the cargo.
- And, Isha... - Listening.
They have your photo.
Lian, go secure the rear galley.
It holds for now.
We won't survive down here. This is a death trap.
- I have to go up and face them. - No, that's suicide.
If I don't go up, we're dead already.
Lucas, they have their real target now.
They're not after you anymore.
Start going through the luggage.
There must be something we can use as weapons.
This is my fight.
I'm not gonna let anyone else die on my behalf.
- Adrenaline, yes? - That's what the vet said.
Kill box!
The economy cabin is the box.
You come from the front.
I come from the back.
If we do it right, we meet in the middle and we kill
every last motherfucker who stands in our way.
Kill box!
We'll take the elevator up. Pull them away from the trapdoor.
And I go with you?
No!
You go nowhere. You stay right here.
- No way. - Yes!
- No way. - [Lucas] Yes!
I'm not sitting down here while you all die for me.
I need you alive.
Right.
We all need you alive.
Are you high?
I feel great.
Toad venom. Very powerful.
Let's fucking do this.
- [man 1] Open the fucking door! - [man 2] Come on!
Ya!
Behold.
For you are in the presence of an apex predator.
I am Pantera.
The cold shadow of death cast upon you.
You seem a worthy adversary,
so I shall offer you the mercy of choice.
Deliver to me the Ghost,
and I shall...
[man] Hey. Hey! Hey! Hey!
Goddamn it!
Hey. Hey!
We've lost cabin pressure!
- Dive, dive, dive! - The checklist says...
Eight thousand feet, you moron! Just tell me when we're there!
Oh, fuck!
Twelve thousand. Ten thousand.
Nine thousand.
Huh?
Get a grip, man. What the fuck are you doing?
- I need to get some air! - Get some air?
Do not open that door!
Freeze!
[man 2] Hey. Hey.
[Isha] Attention all passengers.
On behalf of Mayko Airlines, I'd like to thank
everyone on board who hasn't tried to kill me.
And to the rest of you...
Oh, yeah!
Leave it.
You're OK. Go. Go.
Move! Keep moving!
[man] Oh, my God!
[Isha] It's OK. It's OK.
He's with us.
Oh. Hey.
- Someone killed the pilots. - Oh, my God!
It's gonna be right there in five,
four, three,
two, one.
Um...
Huh?
Um...
It's supposed to be right there. I mean...
it disappeared, but it was right here.
It's supposed to...
It's probably the fog.
Oh, God.
What the fuck?
I'm gonna shoot Robinson.
Goddamn it!
OK.
Ow.
Oh.
Hey, what's up?
[Brunt] Lucas, what the hell is going on?
- Where's the plane? - I don't know.
We're in the sky.
We're flying.
Are you OK? You sound weird.
Yeah.
No.
No, I'm definitely not OK.
I haven't been for some time.
I know.
I know, and I am sorry. And I promised that I would fix that.
But our deal was contingent upon you bringing me the Ghost.
Are you gonna hold up your end?
Yeah...
No.
I'm not gonna be able to do that.
No, huh?
Well, I am still willing to honour our agreement,
provided you can help me tie up one loose end.
Now this is really important, so please try to remember.
Did you see a device?
Maybe it looked like a...
Oh, what, like a neural net?
That was maybe connected to the plane's mainframe?
Yes. Yes, that is exactly it.
Maybe something that could expose your whole supply chain,
maybe the fact that you use child labour in your factories,
I'm sorry, slave labour, to the whole world?
Something like that?
Do you have it or not?
No.
No, I haven't seen anything like that.
You dumb son of a bitch!
You just threw away your fucking life!
I have more reach and more power
than I ever did at the Agency!
OK, bye now.
Fuck her. We have to find the manual,
figure out how to land this, but I think I could do it.
I did take a flight class once.
The pilots weren't flying the plane.
Oh...
We're not landing in San Francisco, are we?
Not even close.
Oh, God.
Lucas?
Yeah?
Thank you.
You're a good man.
Goddamn it.
What?
You're gonna ruin this by being sentimental.
OK, fine.
You were no help at all.
That's more like it.
Isha.
You saved me, too.
[Isha] Lucas?
Lucas?
What the fuck?
[man] Everybody get down!
[Isha] Get the kids out through the east exit. I'll get Lucas.
- [man] Quick! Everyone out. - You're awake. Good.
- What the fuck is going on? - Good news, you're not dead.
Bad news...
we're not done yet.
Oh, fuck!