You ever wonder what they do with all the stuff you dig up for them? That's not my job. No, but you never wonder?
Well, it's the CIA. I gotta trust that they'll make the right call. Maybe it's better not to know.
I love you. Love you. -Bye.
-Bye. Charlie, I think you need to see this. What is this?
Your wife has been killed. What you do is very important to what we do. Let us handle this.
I want mission specific training. . .
. . .
cash. . .
. . .
and a new identity. Have you lost your mind? I want to find and kill the people who murdered my wife.
I don't think you could beat a 90-year-old nun in an arm wrestling match. I want to face my wife's killers. .
. . .
. look them in the eyes. .
. . .
. and balance the scales. Take it.
-Take it! -Hey! Point it at my chest!
Do it, now! Put your finger on the trigger. You can't do what I do, no matter how much I train you.
. . .
. . you’re just not a killer, Charlie.
You're just a nerdy fella who works on computers. What you're doing is gonna kill you. Did you ever account for the things I am good at?
You held a gun to my wife's head. This is a remote that controls a device that's been decompressing the glass beneath you. You have the wrong person.
No. . .
I have exactly the right person. We got a ping in Rome. He's in London.
He just got on a bus in Prague. He practically invented half of our surveillance. .
. . .
. maybe y'all misjudged this individual? This ends here.
You recognize her? If you jump really fast, you might survive the blast. Wait!