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[laughing]

[laughter, screaming]

- We jump?

- Aaah!

- On three.

[laughter, screaming]

Okay!

One!

Two!

- Three!

[breathes, laughs]

[laughter, screaming]

[laughing]

Ah... Where are you going?

- I'll be right back.

[screams]

- Hm... Gabriel?

[screams]

[screams, honking]

[screams]

- Up, madam! Up!

You must go up!
- I can't find my husband!

- I will find him for you,
you must go!

- I can't find my husband!
- I will find him, you must go!

[screams]

- Gabriel!

[screams]

[reports of the Tsunami
in different languages]

[moaning, coughing, crying]

[coughing]

Gabriel!

Excuse me,
have you seen this man?

[moaning]

Gabriel!

Do you know this man?

[crying]

Gabriel!

[announcement in Arabic]

- Hello, ma'am!
Do you need a lift?

- I'm okay.
You know my...

My husband is on his way,
so thank you.

- It's okay.
Let me wait with you.

- Yes?
- My name is Bassem.

Call me anytime you want.
Whatever you need.

Best price.
- Thank you.

- Sorry I'm late.

It took me a while
to get these, I'm sorry.

Hello, my love.

Here... Hey.

Let's go.

[indistinct airport message]

[gasps]

- They look even higher
this time.

- We're gonna have a great time,
you'll see.

- Yes.

- It's the best place
to start over.

- Wait.

This isn't the place
you showed me.

[Lukas]: It's a little surprise.

- Wow!

[laughs]

- This is amazing, Lukas.

Are you sure it's, uh,
you know... reasonable?

- In Abu Dhabi...
who cares about reasonable?

Come on!
[laughs]

I know Zack's not the biggest
fan of pools but...

I thought,
when in Rome... Right?

And I know you've always
wanted a house like this.

Am I right?
- You're crazy.

- Let me show you around.
Come on.

[Muslim chant in the distance]

- Where are the car keys?

- I can take Zack.

The school's
on the other side of town.

- No, no, no!
It's my son's first day!

I'm dropping him off.

It's been like that
since nursery school!

- Claire,
Zack's not three anymore.

- And technically it's not even
the first day.

- La la la la.
I don't hear anything.

Come on!

- Before I forget.

Claire, you have
to sign something.

It's a permission form
so I can buy alcohol.

[laughs]
Here.

- You need my permission
to drink?

- You're my official
sponsor here.

Without you and your job,
I'm nothing.

- God! I love this country!

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Have a good day.
- You too.

- Zack?!

Let's go!

Hey, hey, hey!

Yes, yes, yes...

[in French]

- Look at that jerk!

[laughter]

- So, if I understand correctly,
Mr. Al Tarubi,

it is virtually impossible
to make any major changes

to the design
of the computer system?

The contract
has already been signed with the service provider.

- And as they're already
into the programming phase,

they will most likely
bill us for any changes to the system's architecture.

- This is not exactly how you
presented the project to me.

- I suggested to Mr. Al Tarubi

that we would have been
better off supervising

the security system ourselves.

- But I wanted a new chief
cybersecurity engineer.

Allow me to be honest with you.

We both know about this bloody
stain on your resume.

What happened in the past
was discussed,

and how it stopped your career
in the nuclear industry.

- It wasn't my fault.

- I am not interested
in blame, Claire.

We also know that
your predecessor's departure

has put me in a very
uncomfortable position.

I won't lie to you:
I didn't have much choice.

But I just know you're going
to work yourself to death.

To show all those
who've sidelined you

that you deserve so much better.

- You won't regret
your choice, sir.

I had a meeting
with my new boss today.

He brought up the past.

Whatever I do, wherever I go,
it's always the same story.

Oh, that girl from Hexatom,
you know?

The one who blew up
a nuclear plant in Kazakhstan.

- Claire, we've been
through this.

It wasn't your fault.

- After all these years,
I'm not so sure.

[soft music]

- Something wrong?

- I'll come back in a minute.

[indistinct chatter]

[panting]

[screaming]

[sleeping]

[beeping]

- Hey!

How are you?

- I'm okay, you?

- Great!
- Yes?

It's really late here so...

- Okay.
- Okay, listen to me.

I have to tell you something.

I saw Gabriel.

Here, in a bar,
at the Sunset Tower.

- What are you talking about?

- He was just there,
in front of me, for a moment.

Then he disappeared.
Vanished.

But... I swear it was him...

- Okay, Claire.

You remember
when you called me from Rome?

Christmas 2009.

Because you'd seen Gabriel
at the Coliseum.

- Yeah, I know,
but it's not the same.

Nothing to do with that.

- If you start seeing him
everywhere again,

you know what's gonna happen,
don't you?

[sighs]

Is that what you want?

To go back to being a zombie,

you wanna destroy everything
you got with Lukas?

- Melanie, I'm just, okay...

I'm just telling you what I saw.

And it was Gabriel.

- Claire, he's dead.

You got it?

It's Christmas--

The anniversary. Of course
you're thinking about him.

Claire, listen to me, okay?

If he really was alive,

don't you think he would have
tracked you down by now?

He was so crazy about you.

- Yeah.

- Don't beat yourself up.
It happens.

New job.
New, new city...

But let it go.

And call me tomorrow, okay?

- Yeah.

- You promise?

- I promise.

- Let it go.

Love you.

- I love you too.

Thank you.

[kiss]

[intense music]

[Claire]: I saw Gabriel, here,
in a bar at the Sunset Tower.

[Melanie]: Claire, you remember
when you called me from Rome?

- Yeah.
- Christmas 2009.

Because you'd seen Gabriel
at the Coliseum.

- Yeah, I know,
but it's not the same.

- Don't worry, ma chérie.

We believe you.

- Are you sure?

I mean, it's not the first time
Claire's seen a ghost.

- Yeah, but this time,
I have a team in the same town.

Can't take any risks.

- Okay. Find the location
and track her!

- Got it!

[indistinct conversations]

- What is it?

- I think we have a problem,
miss Morin.

Sometimes,
you make me so happy...

...it's almost too much.

- How can anyone be too happy?

- Well,
how about we go inside...

[laughs]

...and see if we could find out.

[phone ringing]

[tense music]

[indistinct conversations]

- Hi, good afternoon.
- Good afternoon.

Thank you.

Can I ask you a question?
- Yes, sure.

- Have you ever seen this man?

- Uh, no, sorry.

- He was here, yesterday, 7 PM.
Someone must have seen him?

Would you mind showing this
to your colleagues?

- Ah, no, sorry.
That's not possible.

I'm really sorry.

Just let me know
when you're ready to order.

[sighs]

- Bassem?

It's Claire,
the woman from the airport.

Hello, Bassem.
- Hello!

- Would you consider
working for me?

I need someone to drive me
around the city.

What about 100 dirhams an hour?

- 140 and I will drive you
wherever you want.

Day or night!

- That's a deal.

- Good!
Where should we start?

Anywhere you want
to visit first?

- I'm looking for someone.
An expat.

But I've no idea
where to start.

- If they're an expat,
there's not that many places where they could be.

Which makes it
a little bit easier.

Let's go!

- Excuse me.
Did you ever see this man?

Have you ever seen this man?

Excuse me sir,
have you ever seen this man?

No?

Have you ever seen this man?
- No sorry, ma'am.

- Someone has probably seen him.
- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Have you ever seen this man?
- No, sorry.

- Did you ever see this man?

- Claire, don't be mad.

People are just being
careful...

- I'm just asking them
to look at a picture.

- I understand.

Let me show you something.
Come on in.

When things go wrong,
people have to leave fast.

So their cars end up here.

This is the new world!

You're on top one minute,
and the next... pshhh!

You're gone.

We are all guests here.

You, me, everyone.

So if you have any problem,

you must walk out
in thirty seconds flat.

You have to give up everything.

That's why people are so afraid
to get in trouble.

Send me the picture.

There's a Syrian community here.

Some of them are cabdrivers.

- Thank you, Bassem.

[in French]

Ah! Hello!
- Hi, love!

They're working you too hard.

- Oh my God, it's crazy
at the moment.

- Are you hungry?
There's some leftovers outside,

I made some Dim Sum,
it's quite delicious.

- Not hungry.
I'll take a bath.

- Well, Zack and I are trying
to choose the colours for the restaurant.

You wanna help us?
- Zack?

[in French]

- Okay, you're right.

I'll have a look at this
wonderful restaurant.

- Well, we need
to choose colours

for the pillars
and for the wall.

- Okay.
- Basically, there's two major options.

- Bassem, it's Claire.

But don't burn down
my partner's house, will you?

- When you lived in Syria,
what was your job?

I guess you weren't
a cab driver?

- I was a teacher.
History teacher.

Like my wife.

We met at the high school

where we used to work together.

Unfortunately,
it's hard to teach history

in a country where there is
no freedom and justice.

- Is that why you left Syria?

- Partly...

- What's wrong?

- There is a car following us.

- The black one?

I think you're a little bit
paranoid, Bassem.

- He was following us.

But I'm pretty sure
it's not the first time.

You don't have any problem
with the police, do you?

- No! Of course not!

I've never been here.

So different
from the main island.

- This is Al Mirya area.

Where people like me live.

Actually, my house
is just around the corner.

Would you like some tea?

- Oh, it's really nice of you,
Bassem, but I have to go home.

- Come on! You told me
you were alone, tonight.

So please, I would be honoured.

[rap music]

[honking]

[moaning]
[glass breaking]

[panting]
- Are you okay?

- You okay, man?

So sorry!

- I'm okay, don't worry.

I've crashed
a bunch of times...

[in Arabic]

- Any problems, sir?

- I'm okay.

Everything's fine.
Thank you.

- Okay.
Have a good evening.

- I see you like
living dangerously, man!

- I'm not the only one...

- Salem, my sister Moza.

- Zack.

- You need a ride?

[in Arabic]

- Why not, thanks.

- We'll be back in five minutes.

[Bassem]: This is where I live.

My little one, Samar.
- Hello!

- Adi and Fadi.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Lukas?

Mom?

- The food was perfect.
Thank you very much.

She's a good cook, uh?
- Hmm. I'm lucky.

[conversation in Arabic]

[phone ringing]

- It's my son.

He's at home, alone.

[sighs]

It's over, Bassem. I quit.

I'm chasing a ghost

when I should be spending time
with my family.

This is for you.

- You don't have to, Claire.
You already paid me.

- It's for your children.
Please.

- Thank you.
Thanks a lot.

- You're welcome.

- Claire, please,
if you need anything...

- I have your number.
- Thank you...

My wife needs some work,
if you know somebody, please.

- I'll ask around.
- Thanks a lot, Claire.

- Okay, bye-bye.
- Take care.

[in French]

[indistinct conversations]

- Zack doesn't seem
to be enjoying himself much.

- I know. I think he just needs
more time to adapt.

- I told Arthur to invite him
to his party.

But Zach didn't show...
- Yeah, that's true.

- Everything okay, love?

[laughs]

- Here she is.
- Hi, Birgit.

- Oh! Have fun!
[laughs]

- How lovely to see you, Claire.

- Thank you so much again.

For the connection
with Khalid Al Tarubi.

- Then let me introduce you
David Barber.

David works
for APB Security Co.

The best local security company

and they work for Hexatom
at Al Razah.

- Ah!
- Securing a site like that, it's hard work.

- I can imagine.

When you start claiming
you're developing the energy of the future,

it probably makes people
a litte bit... jealous?

- That's Hexatom.

- It's a joint-venture
and they're our partners,

but we are the ones responsible
for the site.

And Hexatom
is a very demanding client.

But you know that already,
of course.

- Yeah.
- I can also secure less intensive sites.

I'd be glad to give you
a presentation, if you like.

Claire?

[laughing] Oh, sorry!

I didn't bring mine.

- No problem.
- Thank you.

- We'll meet on the go around,
I'm sure.

- Yes.

- By the way,
I'm having a party next weekend.

On one of Greg's boats.

Can you come?

- Just a second, Birgit.
- Okay.

- David!

The Sunset Tower's
one of yours, isn't it?

- Yeah, absolutely.

- Would it be too much to ask
for a little tour?

- More than 500 cameras
altogether.

All public areas:
lobby, corridors, elevators, parking areas...

And some fifty full-time
security agents on site.

- Wow.

How do you manage the protocol?

Is it English and Arabic?

Or is English enough?

- Two languages is better.

Makes hiring agents easier too.

- There must be legal guidelines
for storing video archives.

Or local police regulations?

- Nothing's really set in stone.

We opted for ten days.

Considering the sensitive
nature of the site,

it's a good time frame.

- Okay. Just for fun...
[laughs]

I had a drink at the Sunset Bar
on Friday 8th.

Are you saying
you could find me?

- No problem!

Not in the bar itself,
but in the corridors, certainly.

- Okay, let's see. Hm..

I got there around... 7:30...

- Uh...

No, you're not there.

- Can you fast forward?

Wait.

Can you zoom in on that guy?

Please, just...
- Of course.

[exhales]

[tense music]

- What's the resolution?

- This baby's like a Chinese spy
satellite...

Check it out.

Magic, huh?!

- Yes.

Hello?

[muffled screams]

- Chut!

Does anyone know you're here?

Were you followed?

- Oh, my God! It's you!

It's really you!

- Chut... You can't stay here,
it's too dangerous.

I don't have time to explain.

[door opening]

[grunts and groans]

- Watch out!

[grunts and groans]

[drowning, screaming]

[tense music]

[coughing]

[panting]

- Take a deep breath,
and then you go to your car.

And you drive away.

You hear me?

- Who the fuck are you?

- Go to your fucking car, now.

[tense music]

- Still no news from Gary,
but his phone is still moving.

- Gabriel's there.

Considering our mission in Al Razah,
it's no coincidence.

[sighing]

- We probably won't die.

- Oh, probably?

- But I'm gonna need you
to hold my hand.

Cause I'm a little scared.

[laughs] You're a liar.

You're a liar.

- Everything fine?

- Yes.

You're right.

This town is the perfect place
to start over.

And get rid of the past...

Good morning!
- Good morning.

- I have a water ski lesson
with Philip.

Yeah, well, he hasn't shown up
so... I guess you're not.

- Ah.

He told me to contact him
when I got here.

Supposed to give me
a whole tour of the city.

- He's keen on promising things.
Keeping them?

That's a whole different
bag of worms.

- Are you his girlfriend?

- And who are you?

- Oh, I'm Jeanne.

Philip's sister, half-sister.

Well, half-sister...

You know,
the French side of the family?

Don't tell me
he never mentioned me?

- Well, you know, he's uhm....

- A locked box, you mean?

If you know where he is, I mean,
I can't reach him.

- Nobody ever knows where he is.

But don't worry, he'll be back,
he left his car.

- Oh.

I'm leaving next Sunday,

and I'm not even sure
I have the right number.

- He keeps losing his phone.
- Yes, I know.

- But this one's the latest.

- Yeah, it's not the same.

Thanks a lot.
What's your name?

- Oh! I'm Lucy.

- Oh, nice to meet you, Lucy.
- Same.

- Thank you very much.
- You're welcome.

- You know what? We should
totally send him a picture.

A selfie.

- Oh my God,
he's gonna freakout!

- He will.

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