CAINE

Caine does not miss. For twenty years the agency pointed him at a name and the name stopped living. Then they pointed the whole roster at him. He is 38. Pale gold hair. Burgundy shirt. A pistol and a rule: a contract is a contract. He moves like John Wick and kills like a man settling a bill. No speeches. No souvenirs. If you signed the paper, you are the paper. The series follows Caine through the city that sold him: garages, stairwells, glass towers, rain-slick streets, rooms full of men who thought he was already dead. Every episode is a door he should not walk through and a person who should have left town. He is not looking for redemption. He is looking for the next signature. Watch the closer close the people who closed him.