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An honest man
here lies at rest.

The friend of man,
the friend of truth.

The friend of age,
and guide of youth.

Few hearts like his,
with virtue warmed.

Few heads with knowledge
so informed.

If there's another world,
he lives in bliss.

If there is none,
he made the best of this.

[theme music]

[singer vocalizing]

[music continues]

DELIA: We have to
get it out there.

I mean, we have to publish

everything that happened
in the Congo

to Claude, to Lusamba, to Josh.

I mean, I stand by what I said.

There are millions of us.

Well, I count four.

Five.

Don't forget Arielle.

I'm serious,
we're nothing compared to them.

I think he's right.

We-we can't compete.

They got Lusamba,
they got Claude,

and if, if
they can do that...

No, no, no, no, no.
This just proves

how close we came to the truth.

How scared we made them.

Guys, we can still win
at this one.

We just buried my best friend.

And you talk about winning?
People have died.

And some of that
is on our hands.

That's bullshit.
You don't even believe that.

It's just a fact

that there are some people
in this world

you simply cannot win against.

And quite frankly, I'm stunned

that life hasn't
taught you that.

Coming from the guy
with the trust fund.

Hey, guys, come on.
Stop it, both of you.

We are all hurting, I get it.

But this isn't
gonna help anyone.

And Josh,
he would be ashamed

of this kind of behaviour.
Come on.

[birds chirping]

Come on.

AARON: Maybe...
Look, maybe we do

publish what we have...

and try to flush them out.

Yeah, and then maybe
it makes it harder

for them to hurt anyone else.

Yeah, or just easier
for them to hurt us.

Yes, that. And perhaps you lose
all credibility in the process.

I want you guys united
but not rash.

I mean, if you publish now,
what do you have?

A-a few photographs,
some fake IDs,

a lot of inference
and very little fact.

Sorry, we have proof, Maya.

You have speculation.

If you can get proof...

some video footage
of your vanished journalist,

the fake Ivanov.

If you can fill in
some of the gaps,

if you can be as enterprising
as I know you to be.

Come on, you are
the Kollective after all.

[instrumental music]

We could take another look

at the conference centre
in Kinshasa.

That's our ground zero.

And fake Ivanov must have come
from somewhere.

Maybe you guys take
another look at the CCTV?

Yeah. Okay.

Yeah, uh, we're
supposed to head to

the airport now anyway, so...

And we will see you
online tonight, okay?

-Thank you.
-Okay.

[music continues]

[phone chimes]

[man speaking
indistinctly on TV]

[Aaron exhales]

You know the thing
you said earlier about...

being Josh's best friend?

I totally get that
you knew him longer

and that I probably seem like
a bit of a tourist to you,

definitely to his family.

But... he wasn't just
your best friend or a son.

We buried my boyfriend, too.

I know.

I'm sorry.

[phone chimes]

Are we okay?

Mm-hmm.

[phone vibrating]

It's them.

Hi, Lucas, Etienne.

-Hi.
-Hey, guys.

Hey, guys.

LUCAS: Let's do this. Look.

[keyboard clacking]

Here.

Where is that?

The conference centre
in Kinshasa.

[speaking in foreign language]

It's crazy.

Yeah? Just wait.

You see, they've
locked down their CCTV,

but the neighbouring buildings
don't air-gap theirs.

They just let it sit there
on the public internet.

Okay. So?

So, we get to just walk in,
have a look around,

and if we're lucky...

time travel.

-When is that?
-Four days ago.

The day of
the Lusamba poisoning.

Give me a time.

Uh, early afternoon. 1:30.

[suspenseful music]

Wait, wait, wait, wait!
Can you zoom in on the car?

That's the car
we've been following.

DELIA: That's him.
That's the real Ivanov.

Our missile truck guy.

LUCAS: Hey, someone's coming.

Who is that?

Wait, wait, what's that?
He put something in his pocket.

Is that something metal?

Maybe a knife?

AARON: No, Lusamba
wasn't stabbed.

DELIA: I think it was a pen.

LUCAS: Hey, someone exits
from the back.

DELIA: That's
the fake journalist!

-Holy shit!
-He-he-he.

DELIA: Okay, so, surely
we have enough to publish now.

ETIENNE: No, no, no, Delia,
I'm not sure.

We have evidence they met.

Okay, m-maybe exchanged
something in the car.

Maybe it's a pen.

Which could easily contain
some kind of poison.

Yeah, but without
formal confirmation

Lusamba was poisoned,

it's still just speculation.

We need to identify
who exactly this stranger is.

Wait. I think
there's a car park

just around the corner

in the direction
where he disappeared.

What are the chances
that that place has CCTV too?

LUCAS: Okay.

[keyboard clacking]

[chomping]

There you go.

[keyboard clacking]

There's our guy.

-Yeah.
-Is that a credit card?

Lucas, can you trace
that transaction for me?

No, not without access
to the bank's computer.

DELIA: Could you find
someone who could?

ETIENNE: No, we don't buy
information, Delia.

LUCAS: You're asking me
to find a data broker?

I'm asking you to do
whatever's necessary.

Not just for Joshua.

For Lusamba. And Claude.

[groans]

It's a slippery slope.

I'll see what I can find. Okay?

ETIENNE: Yeah,
I really need some sleep.

-Let's wrap it up.
-Yeah. Or good morning.

-It's early morning.
-Sleep tight, everyone.

Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

You can also crash here
if you want.

I'm gonna go see my dad anyway.

Oh, thank you.
I'm gonna go back to ours.

See you, uh... later.

T-tomorrow. Today.

Today. Yeah.

[chuckles]

♪ I've got your number
lonely ♪

Bye-bye!

♪ October 33

♪ I wear it on
my soul's back ♪

♪ Like fair fair fair

♪ So help me
hear the bird sing ♪

♪ I'll help you
capture your dream ♪

♪ Let's see it in the present
and try to let it be ♪

♪ I I've got your number
lonely ♪

♪ October 33

♪ I'm knockin' at
your door babe ♪

♪ Like fair fair fair

♪ You can hear the band play

♪ Then listen to my heart say ♪

♪ It's gonna be a good day ♪

♪ October 33

[indistinct singing]

♪ I do

♪ Crying in the back

♪ I'm sending love
where you're at ♪

♪ I do to you

♪ Hold on hold on hold on

♪ Fair fair fair

♪ Hold on hold on hold on

♪ Alone in the back

♪ Send love where you're at

♪ I do

[piano music]

[indistinct chatter]

-I'll see you at 1700, okay?
-See you later, maestro.

Aaron.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

-Nick! Uh, just one thing.
-Maestro.

Um, please go a little easier
on the tremolo

on the second
movement today.

-Just a...
-Of course.

Okay.

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

CHRISTOPHE:
Good morning, maestro.

Hi, Christophe!

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

-Good morning, maestro.
-Hey, Michael, how is it going?

-Good morning, maestro.
-Philippe, have a great day.

Nice one, Michael.

[speaking in foreign language]

[mellow music]

[phone chimes]

[instrumental music]

-Tell me!
-There she is.

Yeah, the data broker
came through.

So, you want the long version
or the short version?

-Short.
-Short.

-Try long.
-Okay. Uh...

Well, he found
the transaction,

which gave him
a credit card number.

And then we ran that number
through a BIN validator,

which gave us a bank.

It's MedTrust in Budapest.

Then we took that
information...

-Lucas?
-Yeah?

Short, please.

[chuckles]

Fine, I'll cut to the chase.
Uh...

AARON: Thank you.

We have a company name.
27 Black.

Great. Okay, so, uh, we follow
the money, right?

Find out everything we can
about the company. Aaron?

Yeah. No. Sounds smart.

Yeah, you should do that.

No, we should all do that.

Oh, yeah.

I had an idea.

My-my father
is throwing a party.

Just a few hundred
glamorous people aside.

Anyway, he travels a lot

through Russia
with his orchestra,

so he knows a lot
of influential people.

And he'll be inviting
Alexander Potugin.

[chuckles]

Come again?

Yeah. He's kind of
my dad's best friend.

LUCAS: Aaron,
you mean this Potugin?

Oh, Potugin, as in
the newspaper oligarch?

But before that,
before his reinvention,

he was involved in
a corruption scandal.

Insider trading,
almost exclusively

involving mining stocks.

ETIENNE: So Potugin might
help us understand

what happened in Kinshasa.

LUCAS: Well, I always knew
his famous dad

would come
in handy one day.

[line ringing]

MAYA ON PHONE: Delia?

-Lucas found a lead.
-Okay.

DELIA ON PHONE:
We have a company name.

27 Black in Budapest.

I had a look online
and I found this journalist

who really knows
the financial landscape there.

She's a Russian dissident,
actually.

Uh, Julia Petrova.

Oh, no, please not her.

DELIA ON PHONE: Yeah, I saw you
guys had some bylines together.

Can you... put us in touch?

MAYA ON PHONE: No, I-I really
don't think it's a good idea.

Oh, please.

Her contact details
aren't online.

Yeah, and why do
you think that is?

I'll find her number
sooner or later.

I'm just asking you
to save me a bunch of time.

For what it's worth,
I am gonna do this your way.

You are infuriating.

Look, she is brilliant.

And you will like her a lot.
Everybody likes her.

But she has very
unorthodox methods and...

she's not a safe pair of hands.

You need to be super careful
around her.

I will.

I promise.

MAYA ON PHONE: Bye.

[instrumental music]

[phone chimes]

-Julia. Hi.
-Hi.

No, no, no, no handshakes.

[chuckling]

[camera shutter clicking]

[indistinct chatter]

It's good to meet you.

See how you feel
in a few days.

So what are you working
on at the moment?

It's the typical stuff.

Corruption scandals,
local politics.

The government
systematically turning

a blind eye to
foreign interference.

No matter the cost.

Do you ever get scared?

What would be the use in that?

I can tell you
a little bit about

what I'm here to investigate
if you'd like.

Shh.

Let's just enjoy the drive.

[instrumental music]

[keys jangling]

[barking]

-Hey, Latzi!
-Hi!

-Who's this? What's his name?
-It's Latzi.

-Hi, nice to meet you, Latzi.
-He's very naughty.

-Oh, okay.
-But he loves everyone.

I like naughty dogs.
Ha-ha-ha.

-Come, you can put it here.
-Thanks.

[speaking in foreign language]

Hi.

-Delia, our nanny.
-Hi.

-Hi.
-Lena and Tomas.

Nice to meet you.

[speaking in foreign language]

JULIA: Let's go somewhere
a little more private.

Yeah.

I don't want them
to hear anything.

Okay.

And I sweep it for bugs.

Please, sit down.

So...

this company, 27 Black.

Your hope is to
find out something

more than it's obscure name?

Yeah. We want
the individuals behind it.

Company directors.

Well, Budapest
doesn't make that easy.

But we'll try
the orthodox routes...

[children speaking
in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[door closing]

Paperwork filings,
the business register.

What if that doesn't work?

-Then we'll have to be more...
-Unorthodox?

Sure. I was going to
say "fucking ballsy."

Well, that works too.

Alright.

[pensive music]

Grech and Debattista.

What happened to the window?

JULIA: I should've known
it's them. Very shady company.

Sorry, I don't follow.

The law firm that
represents 27 Black. Come.

Oh, my God. You work fast.

G&D are an all too
familiar name here.

I've been investigating them
for years now.

Have a look at their website.

-Rather plain, isn't it?
-Mm.

When you don't need
to advertise your services,

that means you're running off
your reputation.

And their reputation
precedes them.

Exactly.

Can we get access?

Not-not in
the traditional sense.

Their corporate
security's watertight.

But I've been cultivating
another way in...

for some time now.

[pensive music]

A paralegal who works there.

Oh, I recognise this woman.

She's the one you
were taking pictures of.

And we're going to meet her.

[instrumental music]

It's Wednesday evening.

That means she'll have
just been to the gym.

She comes here
afterwards to unwind.

Follow my lead.

[music continues]

Hi, Patricia.

-Do I know you?
-No.

But I know you very well.

I know that you
always come here

after your
Wednesday appointment

with your personal
trainer, Tamas.

I know that you used to
come here in the morning,

but you recently changed
your schedule, didn't you?

Now you prefer to go
to the Terrace Cafe,

Hotel Cerulean.

You like it there
because it's Tamas' favourite.

I also know that your husband,

a surgeon at
the municipal hospital, no less,

would probably be very
interested to see these.

[suspenseful music]

As would your son.

You are blackmailing me?

Yes.

[scoffs]

Well... it won't work.

You're too late.

My marriage is as good as dead.

[chuckles]

No. Come on,
you're not thinking logically.

She's also bluffing.

[music continues]

I've seen your
mortgage statement...

from one month ago.

Co-signed.

What is it? A holiday home?

You don't spend half a mil
on property together

if your marriage
is on the rocks,

so let's start again, shall we?

[music continues]

You were very good back there.

Thank you. But...

Julia, it's unethical.

I understand that
sometimes there are lines

that you need to cross.

But...

when there's
collateral damage...

I mean, she's just...
She's just a simple...

Civilian?

No.

The second you agree
to work for a firm like that,

you know exactly who
you're getting into bed with.

Julia, she has a family.

And so do I.

G&D protect some of the most

dangerous people in the world.

So can I give you some advice?

This is a war.

We fight to the end.

Then we mourn what we lost.

[engine starts]

[mellow music]

[music continues]

[screaming]

[heavy breathing]

[ominous music]

Julia!

Oh!

I'm so sorry.

I don't know what
I will say to them.

[exhales]

He was the world to my kids.

Julia, what happened to him?

[exhales]

I don't know. Uh...

Our neighbours often
put down rat poison.

They've done it before.
Please help me.

[mouse clicking]

DELIA: Yeah?

Our stunt yesterday paid of.
Patricia sent information.

Anatoly Sugalov is your man.

At least it's the name of
someone behind 27 Black.

They even provided a copy
of their passport

when they opened the account.

Holy shit.

JULIA: He's the man
you expected?

DELIA: We knew him
as Boris Ivanov.

He was in the DRC,
posing as a journalist.

All to cover for the fact

that he's actually
a fucking mercenary.

He was probably behind
the hit on Lusamba

and I think he's
the one who killed Josh.

Shit.

Boris Ivanov's real name
is Anatoly Sugalov.

And from the documents
Patricia sent,

we've also got
his phone number.

LUCAS: Want me to find out
who he's talking to?

If you would.

Particularly in the 24 hours
leading up to Lusamba's death.

LUCAS: Got it.

[suspenseful music]

Welcome, Mr. Bertel.

[violin music]

[indistinct chatter]

Thank you, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

Aaron?

[speaking in foreign language]

[toaster pops]

[phone vibrating]

[suspenseful music]

Talk to me.

LUCAS: Anatoly Sugalov
works for something

called the Signal Institute.

What do they do?

This is the fun part.

They say it's
a sports drinks factory.

Uh, yes, of course, it's
bullshit. It's just a cover.

Yeah, and it's
a pretty terrible one.

Because it turns out
that the Signal Institute

is run under the umbrella

of the Russian
Ministry of Defence.

So these are government-funded
sports drinks.

So Sugalov isn't
just a mercenary,

he's hired by
the Russian government?

LUCAS: Yeah,
but that's not all.

The scientists that
worked there,

before they moved to
the Signal Institute,

they were involved in some
pretty unpleasant research.

Sugalov's a scientist?

No, no, no.
No, he's-he's ex-military.

He's brawn, not brains.

He's their head of security.

But his work does put him
into very regular contact

with, uh, Vasily Fedorov.

Um...

Take a look.

That's him, that's our guy
from the car park.

And I just gave you
his phone number.

Courtesy of Sugalov's
own phone records.

And not only is he the Signal
Institute's head of research,

he himself is a chemist.

What kind of chemistry?

ETIENNE: Hang on.

Fedorov used to work
on nerve agents.

Ta-da-da. Yes. And in
particular, Novichok.

And that's how Lusamba died.

DELIA: Thank you, guys.
Good job.

Lo and behold,
owned by the Russian Ministry.

They make Novichok.

It's awful.
It blocks nerve signals.

Shutting down every
single organ in the body.

[speaking in foreign language]

The diaphragm, so you
can't breathe. The heart.

It is a horrific way to die.

Now, before I would
have said, "Let's publish."

We've got two names.
Sugalov and Fedorov.

But now...

I want to get all these
fucking bastards.

Which means,
we need the name of the guy

who actually deployed
the Novichok.

The fake journalist.

[suspenseful music]

JULIA: Tomas! Lena!

Lena! Tomas!

Tomas!

[engine rumbling]

Let's go!

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

[speaking in foreign language]

Julia, uh...

who was in the SUV earlier?

Come on, I'm not an idiot.

-Your reaction to it was...
-Panicked?

My investigations rattle cages.
That's nothing new.

But, yes, events have
certainly escalated recently.

[exhales sharply]

So the window and the dog...

you're saying they
weren't accidents?

That it's them
sending a message?

But why?

I mean...

Why wouldn't they just...

JULIA: Kill me?

You can say it.

I don't understand

why they would
go to all this effort.

This way, they don't risk
murder investigations.

And they don't create a martyr.

I also think
they get some pleasure from it.

[mellow music]

Do your children know?

Never.

It was already too much
for Gaspar, my ex-husband.

I would rather lie to my kids
than have them scared.

So you're telling
the entire world a story?

[sucks teeth]

[inhales sharply]

The road to truth
always requires a few lies.

You just have to tell
a good enough lie.

Tell it consistently.

And who knows?

If you're lucky,

eventually, you might even
start to believe it yourself.

[Julia sighs]

I take back what I said before.

About ethics.

Fuck 'em.

ROBERT: I'm humbled...

to have you here

to celebrate this achievement...

with all of you means
more than you could know.

I mean, look at this thing.

This is... you know...

The truth is...

I never thought
I'd ever be here.

Until I got my act together...

I was selfish, wilful...

self-destructive. Huh.

I was lost.

But I found my way back
to something worthwhile.

I found my place...

in this world.

And I stopped doing
childish things.

I started playing music again.

And now here we are.

So it's... I mean...

Anyway...

Cheers to finding one's place.

-Cheers.
-Thank you.

[applause]

[speaking in foreign language]

Excuse me.

Mr. Potugin?

Aaron.
It's been quite some time.

Three years,
four months and two days.

I remember
because you emailed me

about prospective employment,

and I never replied.

And I just wanted to apologise.

I was young and naive,
you know?

I'm aware now

what a huge opportunity
that was

and I just wanted
to say thank you.

But I don't want to bother you
for too long.

Enjoy the festivities.

I've been following your work.

It seems you've been waltzing

with my competitors
at Globecom Media.

Tell me,

what makes them
more attractive than me?

Well... we've turned
them down, actually.

But I'm flattered you've been
following my work so closely.

It's difficult not to.

The Kollective
is very... noisy.

And childish.

So quite frankly, dangerous.

But I don't care any more.

Um, I haven't told you,

I'm, I'm leaving them behind,
actually.

Forgive me if I find
that hard to believe.

You might underestimate me.

What do they say?

Your enemy's enemy
is your friend?

Consider me your friend, Alex.

ALEX: No, no, no, no,
most of these oligarchs

are just opportunists.

AARON: Surely
that's not entirely true?

You still need some intellect
a-and grit, and instincts.

Because connections
only take you so far.

Connections are everything.
I myself admit that.

Alright.

Shall we just agree
to disagree?

[glasses clinks]

But I was... I was reading
something else recently.

It was research for an article
I was writing.

Back in the early days,

back in Russia, before your...

Before my change in career?

Before your change in career.

Have you ever heard
of the name

Anatoly Sugalov?

Now that is
a blast from the past.

[suspenseful music]

[tapping]

[music continues]

[tapping]

-Is it Aaron?
-Yes.

-Sorry.
-No, all good.

-Who are you?
-The interview.

-Oh, yeah, of course.
-We're ready for you soon.

I'm coming.

I think now we publish.

You have all your players,
their real identities.

What if we can get more?

What do you mean?

Hear me out.

Why run 27 Black from Budapest?

Why not Russia?

Same reason they always do.

Plausible deniability.
Create some distance.

Exactly.

[keys clacking]

[sniffles]

Fedorov the chemist
meets Sugalov the soldier,

and hands him an item.

Later on, we're assuming
that inside the car,

an exchange takes place.

Sugalov hands over
that item to Kuzmin.

So, there is a chance
that Fedorov,

humble chemical
weapons scientist,

has never met Kuzmin,

the man who actually
deploys the weapon.

We could take
advantage of that.

Why do I feel
like you're trying

to sell me something?

Fedorov's phone number.

We got it when Lucas found
Sugalov's phone records.

Maybe we can get Fedorov
to fill in the blanks.

You wanna call him?

Well, I want you to call him.

-No, no, no. No way.
-Why not?

I mean, we'd do it
from a hidden number.

You speak Russian.

And if it doesn't work,
it doesn't work.

For a start, I'm a woman.

Well, then, it's a very good job

that he's got a very
efficient secretary

to take care of all the boring
administrative work

that comes with being

an international
fucking mercenary.

God, you are impossible.

And insatiable.

If I spoke Russian,
I would do it myself.

I can believe that.

It's another lie.

But do this one for me?

[beeping]

[line ringing]

[suspenseful music]

Would you kindly
sign your book for me?

Yes, of course.

[music continues]

[clicks]

DELIA: What did he say?
Did you get him?

You fucking got him,
didn't you?

[laughing]

[speaking in foreign language]

MAN 1: Sam?

MAN 1: Camera?

WOMAN 1: We're just gonna
start with the basics.

Yep.

WOMAN 1: Remember, Aaron,
just be honest.

I hear your father
has been very clear

that he wants this documentary
to paint an accurate picture.

Okay?

Let's start with
an easy one, shall we?

Tell us what was it like...

It's okay. Go ahead.

WOMAN 1:
...amidst all this talent.

Um...

It was, uh...

It was remarkable
to grow up here.

It was a privilege.

One which I am
acutely aware of.

Uh, it's a blessing to be
supported like this.

Um, sometimes it was
almost like a fairytale.

Um...

-I'm sorry, this is...
-No, no, no.

-It's okay. You're okay.
-It's great. It's great.

Just try to repeat the question

in your answers,
if possible. Okay?

-Alright.
-And just relax. Have fun.

[chuckles]

Your father told me
that as a little boy,

you begged him to teach you
to play the violin,

and then he gave you
his very own.

He-he gave me my
first violin as a gift.

But I'm actually
not sure it was...

[speaking in foreign language]

-Oh...
-You just...

-I...
-Um...

WOMAN 1: Let's try another
question, shall we?

What was your first memory
of your father?

My first memory of my father?

Um, that would be...

him hiding fucking coke
in the bathroom.

-Aaron.
-Sorry?

No. I think he's not well.

Could we just, like,
maybe have a minute?

No, actually, I am, I am well.

-Uh, no, please. Continue.
-Aaron.

No, because... We're...

[speaking in foreign language]

We're-we're here
because we want to know

the truth, right?

The truth about the great man

Robert Bertel,
that's what we want.

[speaking in foreign language]

The truth is...

that I'm sick of seeing people
like my father winning.

I'm sick of pretending.

Keep rolling.

The truth is, I grew up
with an addict as a father.

I can totally forgive that.

A lot of people struggle
with addiction.

That's not the problem.
The problem is that my father

is a fucking bully
and a narcissist.

-Could we just wrap this up?
-You all love him.

Everybody out there,
everybody loves him!

But this is only
because you see

what he wants you to see.

That's not him!

He doesn't believe
that you earn power or respect.

He believes that
you can just take it.

But the only real power

he actually has is
the power of fear.

And I'm done being scared.

[speaking in foreign language]

Thank you for this
opportunity, really.

Oh, and the story
with the violin...

I don't think it was a gift.

I think it was just the most

difficult instrument
for me to learn.

[instrumental music]

[violin music]

DELIA: We should wait
for Aaron to publish.

Or what do you guys think?

Um, he gave us his blessing.

I mean,
he's probably wasted. He...

He went very quiet
in the group chat

after he sent us that photo.

Mm. That doesn't
sound like him.

ETIENNE: No, but, personally,
I think it would be nice

if Aaron should have some fun
once in a while.

-Don't you think?
-Wait, says Etienne?

[chuckles]

ETIENNE: Okay, so, um, Julia...

what do you think
of the article?

I think it's brilliant.

Incendiary.

And you should be proud,
all of you.

LUCAS: Cool.

JULIA: I mean, you've
actually managed to link

these Russians to
Lusamba's poisoning.

You did it!

Thank you. Um, so it's decided?

We'll publish tonight? Okay?

Um, so, uh, Lucas and I

will finish converting
the video clips,

and we will let you know
as soon as we are ready.

Thank you.

-You're welcome.
-Yeah, bye.

You shake the tree
and see what falls out.

That's how it works.

[chuckles]

In the meantime,
let's go and get a drink.

Oh, yes.

[instrumental music]

[inaudible chatter]

Oh, it's Lucas.

I'll get the car.

-Hey. Tell me.
-Hey, hey.

LUCAS: Yeah, listen.
It's online. The story is out.

Julia! We're live!

LUCAS: We had over
100,000 hits!

Our site is blowing up!

DELIA: Get some sleep, let's
touch base in the morning.

LUCAS: Oh, okay. Goodbye!

[pensive music]

[explosion]

[fire crackling]

[car alarm blaring]

[groans]

[indistinct song on stereo]

[doorbell ringing]

[keys jangling]

Can you just hold me?

[crying]

[mellow music]

[sobbing]

Where are you going?

Oh, um...

I'm moving out.

It's time for a change, so...

What are you gonna do
about the violin?

[chuckles]

Never belonged to me
anyway, so...

He's gonna be angry, isn't he?

I don't care.

[chuckles]

[phone vibrating]

[suspenseful music]

That's a Russian number.

[vibrating continues]

Um, hello?

ANATOLY ON PHONE: The chemist
you tricked is dead.

I can live with that.

He was sloppy.

But when you publish my name,
my photo, we have a problem.

I'm Anatoly Sugalov.

The people I work for
move fast.

And problems are
cleaned up quickly.

You made me a problem,
so you have fucked me.

Did-did you kill Joshua?

ANATOLY:
If you help me,

I will tell you what
you want to know.

I will tell you everything,
and then...

you can judge me.

No, no, no. Oh.

[tense music]

[music continues]

[theme music]

[music continues]

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