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What did White tell you? That I was the breach?

- And you believe that? - You're alive, aren't you?

What are they covering up, Said?

Speak to Ardavan, he knows.

- Knows what? - What they're really doing out here.

What you're really doing.

You know what those are?

These mean nothing.

I can prove exactly what they mean.

Put that back in your pocket.

Better still, bury it before it buries you.

It was made very clear to me that, uh,

if I don't complete this job...

If you don't kill me,

White takes out your family.

They've burned five operatives over this.

You think they're gonna spare you?

You need to know what's going on, just as much as Harry does.

Turn around.

Slowly.

♪ You may find yourself ♪

♪ In another part of the world ♪

♪ Living in a beautiful house ♪

♪ With a beautiful wife ♪

♪ And you may ask yourself ♪

♪ "How do I work this?" ♪

♪ This is not my beautiful house ♪

♪ This is not my beautiful wife ♪

♪ And you may ask yourself ♪

♪ "Well..." ♪

♪ "How did I get here?" ♪

Subtitles by explosiveskull

Turn around slowly.

What the fuck are you doing here?

No, Harry, wait!

No, no!

Move! Go!

Where are the girls?

The girls.

Lola, Chloe. Ah!

- Maman. - Maman.

Now, you're gonna be here for a while.

There's toys for the kids.

Uh, the kitchen is downstairs.

Larder's full.

I don't understand. What is going on?

Now, you kids, you're free to roam the grounds.

There's a trampoline and a rope swing.

No.

Wait.

Please.

What is really going on here?

Are we being used as leverage?

I'm having some hot water sent up for you.

What if my husband refuses to do what you want him to?

Max, it's me.

I lost you.

I'm back in the room.

Call me.

It's good to see you.

Okay, so what are you doing here?

Rescuing you, apparently.

I don't need your help.

A thank you would be nice.

Fuck you.

Right.

Okay.

Well, now we've got that out of the way.

I came here to find you.

And to put a bullet in my head.

Don't forget that little detail.

There is that.

White told him you were dead.

Said we'd gone AWOL,

sent your father here to clean up the mess.

He got to Cooper; I was next.

Yeah, well, you always were nothing if not efficient.

I still don't understand

why you came, because I know it's not for me.

White threatened his kids.

So you've got kids?

- Yeah, two girls. - Oh, wow.

You have been busy.

You still with the mum?

Yeah.

We need to move from here, find somewhere less conspicuous.

Since when is there a "we"?

Can you even remember the last time

we were in the same room together?

Okay, family reunion over. What now?

We're in the same boat here.

For now.

White's targeting my kids.

He wants you dead.

The only way out of this is to find out

what it is they're covering up

and use it to buy our lives back.

Yeah, what do you think I've been trying to do?

Kahani walked Ardavan into an ambush.

Clearly, he's no lawyer.

Maybe he's agency?

I've trawled the database, I can't find anything.

Ardavan had something on them.

We heard him talking to Kahani.

If we can find out what that is,

maybe we can use it as leverage.

And how do we do that?

What, so now you do want my help?

Welcome back. How was London?

Old. And isolated.

Hey, what's going on in Southern Lebanon?

My phone's been lighting up, but I can't get anything concrete.

Some sort of explosion. Looks like military.

- First activity in a while. - Fatalities?

Local wedding. We don't yet have a number.

It's too far north for an Israeli incursion.

Hezbollah don't target their own people.

Anyone taking responsibility?

That's the thing. No one.

The usual chatter, it's all silent.

- You've been back, what...? - Two minutes.

And I'm not your first port of call?

What the fuck's going on?

Was that us?

Was... that us?

I don't know.

I'm getting a lot of heat on this.

Find out, and fast.

- Do you want me to...? - Get the fuck out.

It's me.

We need to talk.

Was this you?

Answer me.

It was an accident.

Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me.

- The drone drifted off target. - Drifted?

Do you have any idea how difficult you have made my job?

It wasn't supposed to happen this way.

Everything goes through me. That is the deal.

That is the only way this works.

It won't happen again.

You're fucking right it won't happen again.

We apologize.

That apology better have a lot of zeros attached.

We need you to take the fall on this one.

You are un-fucking-believable.

I get it.

You're pissed.

But watch your tone.

Ali Ardavan had intel he can use against us.

Find it.

White's waiting for a photo of my corpse.

What are you gonna tell him?

I've tracked Said to the Hotel Excelsior in Sodeco.

It seems he's been praying at the Al-Amin Mosque.

I'm gonna use Leyla to lure him to a meet.

- Is she playing ball? - She is, with a little persuasion.

See for yourself.

The clock's ticking, Max. Find Said.

Anna's not answering any of my calls.

And that concerns me how?

I know you, George. Have you got someone on her?

I need to know my family is safe.

I need her to call me.

All right.

I'll see what I can do.

You do that.

By the way, Ali Ardavan's dead.

I picked it up from local chatter.

And before you ask, it was nothing to do with me.

Would have been less risky to put a bullet in my head.

Oh, yeah?

Give my son one more reason to hate me?

Think he bought it?

Gonna find out.

Why tell him about Ardavan?

He was on your list.

Someone else got to him,

which means White isn't as in control as he thinks.

Did Said come to Beirut?

I doubt it. I'd be long gone.

Yeah, I'm sure you would be.

Right.

The man saved my life.

And when I see him, I'll be sure to tell him how grateful I am.

Do you know where Ardavan was staying in Beirut?

Les Palmiers apartments.

Okay, let's start there.

See if we can find out what he had on Kahani.

This is useless.

We don't know what we're looking for.

Anyone got any better suggestions?

I've got White on the line.

Put him through.

George, how can I help you?

Ali Ardavan was my responsibility.

I received intelligence that he was in Beirut,

and I took the appropriate action.

Without informing me?

Last time I checked, I didn't have to.

What happened to us working together on this, hmm?

Ali Ardavan slipped through

your fingers once. I wasn't about to take that risk again.

He is gonna fuck us from beyond the grave.

Taken care of.

He made contact with Habib Mansouri,

a political journalist from An-Nahar.

Ardavan kept an insurance policy that would be passed on

to this journalist in the event of his death.

My people are on it.

They're on their way to his apartment as we speak.

There's someone approaching Ardavan's apartment.

He's taken something out of the cupboard.

Red notebook,

left jacket pocket.

Shit! There's someone else in there!

Man down. He's been hit.

He has the book. He's taken the book.

You're lucky.

They play together well.

Have they always been so close?

They've gotten closer since you pulled a gun on them.

When are you going to tell me what's really going on?

Just be patient.

Max will come through for you.

He loves you.

He's a father.

I'm not a monster, Anna.

Anything else?

I need you to call him.

Yes?

What?

The drone strike in Lebanon.

- What about it? - It was us.

It was an accident.

Wrong coordinates were entered.

Human error.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You're the face on this one.

Not me.

You take full responsibility?

I do, sir. Personally.

Personally?

It happened on my watch.

The drone was almost 150 miles off target.

It was a coding error.

An error? Which led

to the loss of civilian lives

in a region

where there's already considerable tension.

If I may?

Ms. Jones,

remind us,

what were you actually trying to hit?

Rashid Kalfa, number two in al-Qaeda in Syria.

We had firm intel that he was in Qatana.

Assassination by drone strike is a factor in the war on terror.

It's the way we do business.

Overseen by this directorate.

We didn't oversee this bullshit.

How many terrorists have you

actually killed in this endeavor?

- I don't have exact... - Terrorists that have

actively plotted against this country?

We've made hundreds of successful strikes.

And this...

is one of the rare occasions where the system failed?

Yes.

Does the senator have a point to make?

Prague, 1945.

Allied command were given the order to bomb Dresden.

One U.S. squadron drifted off course

and destroyed parts of the Czech capital.

What's the relevance of the history lesson?

The mistake diminished in significance

due to the greatness of the prize!

In the chaos of war,

civilians die.

It's numbers.

This is what they killed Ardavan for?

I never thanked you... for pulling me out that car.

Oh, you mean for saving your life?

- Yeah. - No.

You didn't thank me.

And for coming to find me in Beirut.

Who said I came to find you?

Don't overplay your hand, Clarke.

You okay?

Yeah.

It's been a long time since I walked in on you with a girl.

Looks like

- some sort of financial record. - There is a name there.

- Najmat Fiddia. - That's a private gambling club.

Or it was when I was last here.

It used to move around every month

to stay ahead of the authorities.

That could be a gambler's record.

Professional gamblers

like to keep a-a diary. Can I have a look?

And that's why they killed him?

- I don't know. - So, we're going up

against White with Ardavan's record

- at blackjack. - Why? You got a better idea?

- Don't fucking patronize me. - I'm not patronizing you.

If you got a better idea, I want to hear it.

Do you think that I can't work this out on my own?

Do you think I need you?

You know, you always were too proud.

You're talking like you know me.

You don't know the first thing about me.

All you know

is a locked bedroom door and silence at the dinner table.

So, why don't you come and find me when you've calmed down, eh?

Look, he's gonna fuck off now.

You don't know the first thing about me, either, pal.

Get out of my fucking way.

Oh, right.

- What, are you gonna hit me? - You think I haven't

thought about it since I was 15?

- Harry, calm down. - Go on, hit me.

Get it out of the way.

Go on. Hit me.

Max? It's me.

Anna, are you okay?

I'm fine.

I'm sorry I haven't called yet.

It's been a little...

Chloe passed her violin.

That's great.

That's great. Tell her, uh...

congratulations.

Tell her I'm proud of her.

How's Lola?

She's fine.

She misses you.

I miss her, too.

Tell her that, will you?

I will.

I'll tell her.

When are you coming home?

Soon.

It's almost over.

Come home, Max.

Please come home.

I will.

I love you.

I love you back.

You did well.

Fuck you.

Is she okay?

Her?

Oh, she's fine.

And the girls?

They're fine, too. Thanks for asking.

Right. Let's go and find this...

Najmat Fiddia.

See if we can find out

why the little red book's worth killing for.

What's the latest?

I got a position on the brother's phone.

He picked up a burner in Saint-Michel.

We're on our way to pick him up.

Alive would be preferable.

He's around here.

Najmat Fiddia?

Ahlan wa sahlan.

Salaam alaikum.

You're looking for a table?

You're not an easy place to find.

Our players value their privacy.

Players like Ali Ardavan.

I don't know that name.

- I'm sorry. - We have information

that says otherwise.

Look, you don't want us to make life

more difficult for you.

This is Ali Ardavan's journal.

Would you take a look?

Then we'll go.

Gamblers keep record of their games.

- Obsessed with numbers. - Uh-huh.

His game was roulette, he was

trying to beat the odds.

A foolish hope but a compulsion.

Then look again.

Something about it's significant.

I don't know. Maybe he was drunk or...

Or what?

This page here is meaningless.

The numbers in roulette only go to 36.

Can I have a word?

How are the girls doing?

I hope your husband knows just how strong you are.

I have two boys.

Arlo and Hayden.

Hayden is the youngest one.

Headstrong like...

- like his mother, just like... - How can you handle it?

How can you be two people?

A loving father and... this man?

You're not asking about me.

You're asking about your husband.

What sort of relationship can two people have

if they never speak...

if they never speak the truth?

The truth?

I'm protecting my boys.

Maybe Max was protecting you.

We found your brother's phone.

Three miles up toward Saint-Michael.

He was writing a text message for you.

Only got as far as three words...

"le château fort."

Does it mean anything to you?

- Le château fort? - No.

We will find him.

You know that.

It's better for you if you help us.

I don't know what he's talking about.

Honestly.

Good afternoon.

At 0500 yesterday,

Eastern Standard Time,

there was an explosion in the village of Aaqbiye,

Southern Lebanon.

22 men, women and children were killed,

all Lebanese nationals.

The explosion was the result

of computer error.

A U.S. military drone drifted

tragically off course.

I must stress

that the accident was caused by machine failure,

not human miscalculation.

The U.S. government

bitterly regrets this tragedy

and is in consultation with Lebanese authorities.

Thank you.

Shh.

I'll take that up to her.

Thank you.

Daniel!

Come on!

Get the dogs!

Maman, ils arrivent!

Non.

Non!

Non, non! Non. Non.

Rache?

You've decorated.

But then been a while since I came round.

You've come all this way just to see me?

- I'm very flattered. - Where else did you expect me to go?

Nowhere to run? Nowhere to hide?

Isn't that a song?

Security's three minutes away.

- Presumably, you know that. - Your heart

would have stopped pumping blood to your brain

before they even made it to the front door.

Well, at least you've done your maths.

Sit.

You know your Shakespeare, do you, George?

You know Macbeth?

When he kills the children.

Do you recall what the other bloke swears to do to him?

I don't get to the theater as much as I'd like, so...

What if it was your child that had the kill order put on them?

Oh.

You really do want your pound of flesh.

They're not just names.

They're all someone's daughter,

someone's son.

Have you lost your nerve, Alex?

I've seen it before,

in stronger men than you.

Why the order on Harry Clarke?

You didn't go through with it.

That's why you're on the run.

7-1-3-9-5-0-

4-0-9.

Nothing.

They put Ardavan in his coffin for these numbers, okay?

If they're so significant, why write them

in a gambling journal?

Best place to hide a tree is in a forest.

Keep looking, keep trying.

Why did you make me take him to Tehran?

Harry?

Did you know what was gonna happen?

How could I?

I didn't know he was playing both sides.

You really believe that?

I believe it because it's the truth.

What are you covering up, George?

Alex, you're tired.

- You should get some sleep. - I made him swear the oath.

I trained him up.

I'm not just his friend, his boss.

I'm practically his father.

What did you think I was going to do?

Whatever your country asks of you.

Isn't that the point?

But it's not, is it?

It's not for country.

Not anymore.

Then what is it for?

Oh.

I didn't come for retribution.

I just came to tell you...

you carry on living in this world that you've built.

But I don't care to.

Still nothing.

What if they're coordinates?

It's coordinates for Aaqbiye, Southern Lebanon.

Wait a minute, go back.

There.

Play it.

At 0500 yesterday, Eastern Standard Time,

there was an explosion in the village

of Aaqbiye, Southern Lebanon.

22 men, women and children

were killed, all Lebanese nationals.

The bodies of the victims

lie at the site where the drone struck.

Men and women, whole families with children at their side.

Limbs are missing,

faces are contorted by shrapnel and pain.

They're coordinates of the drone attack.

Ardavan knew the coordinates of the site before it happened.

That's what he had on them.

He was using it against them.

...that the accident was caused

by machine failure

not human miscalculation.

This was no fucking accident.

JONES The U.S. government

bitterly regrets this tragedy

and is in consultation with Lebanese authorities.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, Alex. I'm very sorry.

But I'm not an automaton.

Can we just please...

Can we just wind the clock back?

I disobeyed a kill order.

I know what happens.

I'm section chief, Alex.

But more than that, I'm your friend.

I write the rules.

Stay for a drink.

I'll open a bottle,

and we can rewrite the damn things together.

I've got something I think you'll like.

We need to talk about what happened in Tehran.

Does Max know Harry's still alive?

Max? Why would Max

think that Harry is...

You let me leave.

You followed me.

Get the girls.

Come on!

- Maman! - Maman!

Yeah?

You've gone a little quiet on me.

George.

I've been busy.

Care to share?

Seems the tip about the Al-Amin Mosque paid off.

- Are you sure? - Said's been praying there.

I need you to be sure.

Time is running out for those little girls of yours, Max.

He's in a cafe across the street.

I'm looking at him right now.

Good.

Then let's take the appropriate action, then, shall we?

Sure.

Subtitles by explosiveskull

We found an intelligence source.

Ashkan Davoud, a scientist

with detailed knowledge of what we believe to be

Tehran's reactivated program.

There is no such program.

Max is off the leash.

We are going to have to flush him out.

How long are we going to stay here?

Listen, if you harm one hair on their heads,

- I swear to God... - You'll what, Max? You'll...

what?