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Active shooter at the US embassy.

Professional job.

Had to be a sniper, probably ex-military.

Put pressure on them, Rachel.

We have a go! We need our contacts talking.

- I was the target. - And the others who died?

A message? I don't know, I don't understand.

Yasser Chadli.

From now on, you use his code name, Grenade.

Three hours' questioning and no progress.

We're wasting our time with him.

He was In the wrong place at the wrong time.

Chadli is part of a network of nearly 100 dissidents

exiled from Shammar.

We've found explosive residue

in a container shipped from Shammar.

Next month, an ultra-secret conference will be held here.

The Emir of Shammar will attend.

Eliminating him would be a coup for the dissidents.

Our upper ranks have been infiltrated.

We need your help to unmask the double agent working for the CIA.

- I have a bad feeling about this. - You'll loathe every moment of it.

One of the main suspects...

Is Rachel.

You know you're the love of my life.

- Where are the girls? - Upstairs, still getting ready.

Thank you.

Move your butts down here, girls. Don"t make me come up!

We haven't discussed Adrien's decision to put me on the case.

- Are you mad at me? - Why would I be?

I'm looking forward to working together.

It's not like you to worry about things like that.

- Are you okay? - I just got up and I'm already tired.

Nightmares, or...

- Rachel... - No, Emile...

Don't say anything.

I'll go to the doctor.

Promise.

CLASSIFIED

- You were sleeping like a log. - Colin cried three times.

Hey, you!

How is our little prince

What's that tattoo on your arm?

I'll be on the rink for a little while.

Nothing dangerous, don't worry.

Just a bit of theatre, some make-believe.

I just couldn't hand it over

You should have...

You should have told me last night.

It sucks to do this now.

You're right.

I'm terrible at goodbyes, even when it's not for long.

You know I'm not doing it for fun.

Liar.

Will you be here for his birthday?

Of course.

Come on. I wouldn't miss it.

Right? We wouldn't miss it.

The documents...

the dates, the patterns, the movements, the holes and red herrings...

all point to your wife.

Rachel would kill herself before turning traitor.

Someone is framing her.

You want to frame her.

Ah, love Is blind.

Max O'Leary? Come on, he's an open agent.

His embassy may recognise that but he's still active.

If the CIA is manipulating Rachel

they'll be using someone completely under the radar.

Sometimes the best camouflage is a lack of camouflage.

What do you put in your coffee here? Fentanyl?

If that's all you've got...

A file exchange between Rachel and O'Leary.

You have to admit that...

It's purely circumstantial.

I'll do your dirty work.

But my way.

And before long, you and me are going to dance.

COPYING FILES

OPERATION SUCCESSFUL

I have all potential suspects tailed and bugged.

Save for the MD and you. Naturally.

Emile Darcy came to see me.

He wants to be given more space.

No. Keep Rachel under surveillance.

- Rachel will know she's being watched.

We make more mistakes under pressure.

That will be all.

Jacques...

Sir?

Hello.

Yes?

You asked for tech support?

You work fast. I called barely 30 minutes ago.

Usually it takes a whole day...

I was In the area.

Well, I won't complain.

So... what's the problem?

That's for you to tell me.

All right.

I'll take a look.

So...

My angel!

My treasure!

And the parents...

I would rather have a root canal.

Marine, no veggies, no dessert.

- I won't like it. - Marine, one bite, at least.

She's just like you were at her age. It annoyed your father so much!

Your hand Is shaking.

I'm Just tired.

If you think you're stressed now, In my day...

Philip, with due respect, things have changed a lot In 15 years.

If you're chosen to replace McKenna, no more personal life.

- What's that? You're going away? - Of course not.

- We understand English. - It smells fishy.

- Let's change the subject.

I don't smell anything.

Return to therapy. They'll choose you and you'll regret it.

- Where's “Therapi"? - An adults' theme park.

You'll have to choose between career and family.

I'm worried about you.

Seriously, Emile, if you want to change the subject, just say It.

You should let me help you prepare.

I have lots of old colleagues I see regularly.

Retirement doesn't make you deaf or dumb.

SECRET SERVICES OF CANADA (S.S.C.)

You're having episodes again?

Yeah, no. It's nothing serious, It'll pass.

Not if you ignore it and do nothing about it.

You're one to talk.

The pressure's giving you migraines and insomnia.

Do you want to talk about it? About there, I mean.

It helped last time, right?

No. Not tonight.

A rape is like a murder,

except the victim is still alive afterwards.

15 days or 15 years...

It doesn't just go away.

- Time doesn't erase the scars. - Okay, Emile.

Promise me you'll talk to someone.

- That you'll see a doctor. - Yeah, maybe.

If you weren't here...

I'm not going anywhere.

Come on, I don't have all day! Slowpokes go in the bin!

You don't scare me.

I Know. No one respects me around here.

The dates, the documents...

all point to your wife.

Didn't I make myself clear yesterday?

What are you talking about?

Tell your guys to hide them better next time.

If I find another camera in my bedroom

or in the bathroom where my wife showers,

'll shove it so far up where you're thinking, you'll get visuals of your tonsils.

Political dissidents from Shammar, explosive residue In a container...

- It adds up, Martin. - So why Grenade and not one of them?

First, he was at the shooting and Emile thinks he knows something.

Second, we know he doesn't work for another organisation like the RCMP.

Pretty humiliating, trying to recruit someone else's informant.

You know how to fill out your overtime sheets and expense reports?

That's good.

The Secret Service may seem cool, but it's just government.

It runs on paperwork.

- Peace be with you. - And with you and the world.

- Are you okay? - Yes.

Are things going well?

Perfect.

A little bird told me he would visit our mutual friend tonight.

Where?

- The bookshop. - How sure are you?

You know the saying...

"On a dark night,

"on a black stone,

“a black ant.

“God sees it.”

As do we.

For you soon.

And when is soon? S.S.C. -= SECURE MEETING ROOM

As soon as possible.

We estimate the volume of explosives In that container at one cubic metre.

Enough to level a city block.

Why don't we Immediately catch everyone we can?

I don't want “everyone we can”. I want all of them.

So, I need the why, the when and the how.

And if it blows up before then?

Everything Is always a calculated risk.

You can count on me. Don't hesitate to call me.

Mrs Miller, when I call you,

I'll be told you're busy on five conference calls.

I'll be waiting till Christmas.

When I say you can count on me, I mean It.

O'Leary?

What have the Americans done this time?

Stay on his arse, okay?

Isn't that a job for Thomassin's people?

Not a word to anyone, not even the crew.

It's completely off the books.

- Are you in trouble, boss? - No. But thanks for asking.

Can I count on you?

Sure.

- How's your wife? - Sarah?

Ask yours, she's her assistant.

And you keep me so busy, I never see her.

You'll make me cry!

- You know what the guy tells me?

“'Give me two planks and I'll make you a boat.”

And what did you reply?

Give me your wife and I'll make you a crew.

What's going on?

What is this? What are you doing?

Who are you? What do you want?

Hey! What do you want?

- Does he work for his government? - We don't know yet.

Our intel before he came to Canada is from the CIA?

Shammar is in the US playground.

Does Grenade have family or friends who've had trouble with our law?

Nothing significant, or we'd already know about him.

So far, it's more... disturbing the peace,

insulting officers, disorderly conduct.

Not exactly a threat to national security.

Everything about him has always been pacifistic,

pro human rights, calls for democracy, women's rights, minority rights.

Who helped him flee Shammar?

We don't know.

He could be an "agent provocateur' for the Shammarians or Iranians.

Exactly.

A CIA informant among Shammarian dissidents?

And the Russians are very active in that area since the Syrian war.

So we have to be careful where we go and who we talk to.

The recruitment plan?

We insert Irene in Grenade's orbit, gain his confidence.

We pressure with various leverage, compromise him,

then give him the choice of revoking his status, deportation to Shammar,

or help us catch a few hotheads from his gang

and get a lump sum and a new identity.

- Initial contact when? - Already done.

Their business computer crashed massively.

I miraculously became the technician who answered their service call.

- She immediately saw this. - My Arabic Is rusty.

"I suffered, I learned, I changed.” Arab Spring slogan.

She knows tattoos are forbidden for conservative Muslims,

so she knew I was part of their liberal push.

Irene's cover is in place. She's Irene Ayed, fled Tunisia in 2011.

She lives here clandestinely as an illegal,

is exploited by the IT firm she works for.

Background, family history, contacts. The whole thing.

I even have my own GPS right here.

- You're first to say we need to hurry.

The aim is to flip Grenade,

not to infiltrate the group yourself, agreed, Irene?

No Inciting to criminal acts.

We want to know who shot at him and if he knows of future attacks.

- If your instincts tell you, get out. - Yes, got it.

Go!

From now, everything on paper concerning Grenade ends up in burn bags.

Praise be to God, and peace upon the Prophet, his family and companions.

I am guilty of terrorism...

and of attempting to overturn...

the regime of the noble and pious Emir of Shammar, God help him.

I denounce all opponents who, like me,

plotted and continue to plot against him.

Look at his face.

He's all made up.

They beat him!

I know.

I cannot give up.

Shammar is a graveyard of silence.

Our words are the only threat to the regime.

You understand?

And because you won't give up...

they'll end up killing you.

You're 20 minutes late.

And what does It matter, my dear Martin?

So? What are you working on?

We got authorised to recruit an informant from Shammarian dissidents.

- Who's doing the job? - Irene Beauvais.

And what's her alias?

Irene Ayed. A-Y-E-D.

Do you realise the situation you put me in?

It was one of our conditions.

You shouldn't have asked to be transferred to them.

Who's the target?

A certain Yasser Chadli. Code name Grenade.

- Chadli? - Yeah.

Are you sure?

Goddammit!

Okay, this is what you'll do.

You go In, you set up our cameras and mics,

then leave without a trace and without being seen.

What do you think?

Either they're sleeper agents and the equipment is theirs

to keep an eye on the house, or there's a third player in the rink.

- Could be the RCMP. - I don't think it's my old crew.

- Did you set up the relay? - Yes, on the roof.

Everything caught by surveillance In the Chadli home...

I mean... Grenade...

is relayed directly to us.

You say they checked Irene's cover?

Grenade even officially called the IT company

to congratulate Irene's work.

Can I ask you a question?

Like...

Do we have a Plan B?

I mean, to replace Grenade, if it goes wrong?

Do I hold him and you hit him, or the other way around?

We already explained all this to you In training,

but I'll repeat it because clearly, you were asleep.

In the Service, there are two fundamental questions

and they're the same, from the MD

to the night shift janitor at one of our stations in Labrador.

Have you the right to know and do you need to know?

And for now, you don't have either.

You're hard on Dad.

Stay out of it, little sister.

- You're making Mum sad. - I know.

So why do it?

It's more complicated than you think.

What i1s?

Nothing. Forget it.

But he's right about just one thing.

You have to be careful.

This isn't our country.

It never was.

Speak for yourself.

You have to tear the lettuce Into smaller pieces.

- I think your salad looks just fine. - Auntie Anne!

Hello, kids!

How are you?

How are you?

- What are you making for us? - Gorgon-zilla not-sees!

- I made them myself! - You said it wrong.

It's gorgonzola gnocchi.

Well, I think it smells great.

You got it from a caterer?

For you, I'd have bought corner shop sandwiches.

You could have found a much better progenitor.

What's a progenitor?

- White wine? - Yes.

And how is the race for your succession going?

The committee hasn't decided yet.

Good.

I would owe you one if Rachel's candidacy were...

rejected.

I thought you wanted her to obtain my position.

You've changed your mind?

When I was a teenager...

we had a dog.

My father loved it very much.

It was hit by a car.

Its spine was broken.

So the vet offered to euthanise it.

Do you know what my father replied?

"Why would I let someone else kill a creature I love?”

But at the moment, Philip,

your creature works for me.

Who said I was talking about my niece?

You are my last friend, Adrien.

I would hate to have to euthanise you.

We trust no one. Let no one access our computers.

You're naive if you think that everything you type isn't decoded, analysed...

- You saw what they did to our friend? - He was an apostate!

Like you.

He got what he deserved.

I owe you obedience.

I don't owe you respect.

He's getting more impudent.

It's just a phase. Hormones.

It'll pass.

- You can put your hands here... - Girls! Bedtime!

- Then you can... - What is it?

Come on, say good night.

- I have magic to collect! - Upstairs!

Brush your teeth! Bedtime, let's go!

- Chop chop! - Off you go.

Bedtime. Cuddle first.

- Good night, girls. - Good night, Mum!

- Can I help you clean up? - No, leave it. It's Emile's job.

All right, stop pretending you're fine.

What's going on?

If something happened to me,

would you be there for the girls and Emile?

- Are you sick? - No!

- No, It's just work... - What about work?

- You do desk work, you're not in the field.

- So what is it? - Forget it.

You're just like my dad. You never tell us anything.

Haven't you given them enough?

Just leave it behind.

But there's a job to do.

Might as well be me doing it.

Anne!

Yes, I'll always be there for your daughters.

And...

How are things... with Emile?

He's my lifeboat.

There's no room for this in the garage freezer.

Uh... leave it on the counter, I'll see if I can make room here.

- We'll be eating ham for a month. - It was on sale.

Sometimes I want to go far away.

What are you talking about?

Do you remember wanting to buy a boat to sail around the world with the girls?

Where did those dreams go?

In the hall closet.

You say go, we pack our bags, we go wherever, whenever.

It's not true.

We're too responsible, too reasonable.

That's life.

We're no different from other families.

What's wrong, Rachel?

Nothing.

- I'm tired, stressed out. - Okay.

If that's it...

we"ll make sure to reduce the pressure, Increase your sleep.

It's been over two weeks since the shooting.

Adrien,

when the PM starts counting days, it's a bad sign.

We won"t fabricate evidence just to satisfy him.

Tell him things are progressing.

Nothing can disrupt next month's conference, or make it public.

The stakes for Canada's economy are sky high.

Naturally.

And the other case?

I will clean up my stables.

- I understand. - No.

You think you understand.

In our world, nothing Is ever black or white.

T's all shades of grey.

Or blood red.

Azure! Ham sandwich for tomorrow?

Tuna, with capers!

Ham, tuna, same thing.

Darcy.

Yes, I'm alone.

Hold on.

Couldn't this wait until tomorrow?

O'Leary made contact today.

Old school method.

A dead drop in a park,

via a burst in a hidden electronic mailbox.

With Rachel.

Since when have directors been doing this with the CIA?

What are you not telling me?

Hello...

And your video call?

Ugh, the usual administrative waste of time.

And here?

Marine Super Glue-ed the zipper of Azure's new leather bag

so Azure cut Marine's homework into pieces.

She had to start over from scratch.

Damn, it was a circus. Screaming, crying, yelling.

The whole shebang.

- I kind of lost my temper. - All right...

Robert said he saw you in the park today.

He waved at you, but you didn't respond.

I needed to think.

I think better while I walk.

Funny, I didn't see him.

She made contact with O'Leary.

You gave Emile the information?

Yes.

How did he take it?

Badly.

Perfect.

You know, you give me the shits.

You shouldn't have lost compromising documents

and hidden it from Internal Affairs.

Your sweet Sarah asked for a transfer to the Analysis department.

You know I can block It.

What a shame that would be.

I hear she's talented.

Bingo.

Couldn't you have picked the second floor instead of the 13th?

It's good for your heart.

Transcripts of the last five meetings of the PM's cabinet.

No copies, there are keywords that would reveal they're mine.

With this and the rest, it should prove my worth.

I'm not the one evaluating the worth of what you're giving us.

You know you've been caught?

One of my husband's agents has followed you 24/7.

Does he suspect anything?

Emile suspects everyone.

Except me.

We need you to stay in place as long as possible.

Use the agreed protocols it you need urgent extraction.

I'll take more extreme measures If needed.

It's my job to manage the risks.

All

I'm So sorry. I don't know why it's down again.

- Me neither. - This time, It's intermittent.

Help! Anyone!

Yasser!

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