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* suspenseful music *

[Martian] Valhalla smuggles diamonds onto the world market

through a wholesale dealer based

in the diamond quarter of Antwerp.

Somewhere in this chain, we find a weakness

or recruit an asset who puts us next to Viking.

[Blair] Nils Jansen, junior exec at Frederik Samuels.

The guy's perfect.

-No one can help me. -I have a plan.

[Martian] I'm sure you figured out that right now,

I'm the only friend you've got.

-Where are you taking me? -You're safe.

[Martian] Part of me thought we could run away together.

If you came with me, we'd never be safe again.

I have to go to Bahrain.

Energy conference. Come with me.

Mr. Zamani?

We want to hire you as a consultant.

My answer is no.

[Danny] He's working

for someone else.

[Robinshaw] I'm sorry. I don't speak Spanish.

Pull up Martian's phone

the day we got Coyote back.

[Tom] That's James Richardson from SIS.

* intriguing music *

***

[DRC minister] Why here? Why the cloak and dagger?

You can never be too careful.

Please, have a seat.

[grunts]

And why is a spy agency making this approach

rather than a trade delegation?

It's true. I'm CIA.

And we acknowledge the unhappy history

of the agency's involvement in the region.

But, gentlemen, America's your friend.

Now, it's no secret

that China has stopped exporting cobalt and tantalum

to the United States-- minerals that we desperately need

for our batteries, our phones and our weapons systems.

* tense music *

So you need us.

Do we need you?

We are aware that you're currently negotiating

with Russia and India.

You are no longer the only game in town.

For the first time, we might get a decent deal

from the most powerful country on Earth.

I would love to show you what you're going to get.

[muffled gunshots]

What are you--

[whistling the tune of "The Marines' Hymn"]

* "Love is Blindness" by Jack White playing *

* Love is blindness *

* I don't want to see *

* Won't you wrap the night *

* Around me *

* Oh, my heart *

* Love is blindness *

* Blindness *

* Love is blindness *

* I don't want to see *

* Won't you wrap the night *

* Around me, yeah *

* Oh *

* My love *

* Love is blindness *

* Oh, love is blindness *

* Oh, blow out the candle *

* Blindness *

I understand.

All the embassies

in sub-Saharan Africa are going batshit.

Yeah, secretary of state

and department of trade both think we did it.

Why would we do that? Why would--

I mean, why would anyone order one of our agents

to kill elected officials? For what?

I contacted our field office. They're as blindsided as we are.

Are we sure we didn't do it?

Yes, we're sure. Come on.

[Blair] If anything, we've been

cozying up, trying to secure rare earth metals.

So this is a false flag attack.

Someone's making sure no one deals with us.

Well, can we deny it-- I mean, as it actually wasn't us?

Just makes you look more guilty.

That's the beauty of a false flag.

Don't think of an elephant.

Embassy says they have evidence the shooter was CIA.

What evidence?

Uh... Oh.

Our field office has it.

* foreboding music *

This is security CCTV from the site

-minutes after the attack. -[whistling a tune]

[Bosko] It's Viking.

[Blair] Shit.

This fucker thinks he can maim us,

impersonate us and then whistle about it.

Whatever it takes.

-You understand? -Oh, I understand, sir.

This is survivable.

Man, those Swiss can make a watch.

This case is almost intact.

So's your target. More explosive.

That's the most I could fit into something this small.

Use different explosive.

Or direct it, maybe?

Center mass, towards the organs of the chest.

Hey, your diamond guy just booked

a cosmetic treatment session at a clinic.

"Deluxe aesthetic package."

My guess-- Botox, fillers, a peel?

What, this guy?

He doesn't look the type.

[Tom] Gambling, drugs, prostitutes, facelifts.

He's a soul in torment.

Wish I was a soul in torment.

You are. Just on a government salary.

* pulsing music *

[door opens]

[door closes]

***

[drawer opens, closes]

[drawer opens, closes]

***

-[door sensor beeps] -[door lock clicks]

***

[door closes]

Fuck.

Jesus.

You scared me, Henry.

What are you doing here?

I go where I'm needed.

What, just like that-- come to Bahrain?

If we have problems in Bahrain, I'm in Bahrain.

Hassan'll be back any minute. I don't know where he went.

He's having a massage downstairs. Just started.

Okay. I'm ready.

In Tehran, did you see any Chinese nationals near him?

No. Just here.

The Chinese delegate met with a Western woman,

30s, brown hair, room 6417.

I accessed her room and cloned her laptop.

It was hidden.

She had a decoy on the desk.

So she's trained. A pro.

I even recorded her voice.

We rode the elevator together.

* suspenseful music *

You've done well, Danny.

Done?

Is my mission over? Is that why you're here?

Ideally, you go back to Tehran.

Your mission isn't over, it's changed.

From recruitment to counterintel.

You are now close to a known Chinese asset.

We need to know where he goes, what he does, who he sees.

I can do that.

Before you agree,

you should understand how much more dangerous this is.

Last week, if you were blown,

it was just the Iranians.

Now, if you're blown, Hassan himself,

the Chinese or the Iranians may kill you.

So this is a choice.

You can pull the rip cord right now, come with me,

be back in London in six hours.

Send me back to Tehran, sir.

-[knocking] -Just a minute.

Come in.

-Dr. Blake. -[door closes]

Hello, Owen.

Let's talk.

Look, there's only one person

to actually blame for this, and it's me.

I wanted to be a field agent.

I fought and I begged to do it.

So, I don't know-- what--

the-the main emotion that I'm feeling?

* contemplative music *

Shame.

This trauma isn't a judgment

on yourself or who you are.

It's not? [scoffs]

You sure about that, Doc?

I mean, I wanted to show everyone how big I was,

and I've come back literally less.

That's not true.

You came back wounded.

You could heal.

But who you are-- that's the same.

Right. Maybe that's the problem.

Same old Owen.

When you think about returning to the office,

how does that make you feel?

But look at me

and hear me when I say this.

I have never wanted to do this job more.

"Welcome to Vestra,

Antwerp's flagship

luxury lifestyle aesthetics clinic.

Offering innovative, next-step surgical

and non-surgical treatments.

Your ideals are our ideals."

And your wallet is our wallet.

If you were rich enough, would you?

[Simon] Oh, who's to say I haven't?

Target's arrived.

What's that accent?

Um... British?

Canadian. I came over

with Dr. Vincent, who you're seeing today.

Want a piece of advice?

You'll get a discount on treatments.

Got to be tempting, right?

But listen, you don't need a thing.

You're perfect just the way you are.

Thank you so much, Mr. Jansen.

If you'd like to come this way.

Of course.

Hey,

did you read my file?

I lodged a complaint about my last treatment.

Normally, it lasts months,

but this time, it was just a few weeks?

* mysterious music *

[Martian] A number of factors influence

the longevity of a treatment--

type and dose of botulinum toxin,

individual metabolism,

aftercare.

Certain medications, sun exposure.

Also, excessive alcohol consumption.

Okay, you just relax.

Uh, hey...

Uh, wha...

Uh, what the fuck is this?

This is Alluzience--

strongest botulinum neurotoxin

on the market.

People who get this only come in once a year.

It's that fucking virulent.

Now, if I was to inject this

into an eyeball,

you'd be blind within 30 seconds.

Are you nuts? What are you doing?

Relax.

We know who your boss is.

What he's doing in Africa with Valhalla.

I also know, if they found out

you were stealing from them, what they'd do to you.

Don't you know who I fucking am?

Just a little prick.

[groans]

So, intravenous injection of botulinum toxin

infects your body with acute botulism.

Which is, I'm sure you know, not good.

Please. I-I... I don't want to die.

Unless I press the plunger, Nils, you won't.

And I won't if you listen to me.

If you listen to me, the Africans won't kill you,

the Russians won't kill you,

the bookies you owe won't kill you.

Nils, your life was out of control.

Not anymore.

'Cause I'm here.

I'm in control.

Who's in control?

What?

-Is it me or you? -I...

I don't understand.

-I thought you did. -[yells, whimpers]

You are, you are, you are, you are.

Who the fuck are you, man?

[door closes]

Great to meet you, Mr. Jansen.

Silka here will reach out

and book you in for our next session.

We'll see you soon.

You look terrific, buddy.

[keypad beeps]

[door closes]

I need you to open this up for me

and extract everything you can find.

[Tom] Multiple layers.

Cascade encryption.

It'll take a while.

Is-is this from Gremlin?

It's not Iranian.

It's fresh from the field.

We don't know exactly who it is, but it's priority one.

And I have another request for you.

Pull up that audio file I just sent you.

[Robinshaw] In order to achieve lasting results,

it's gonna require more commitment

and cooperation with this process.

Run voice recognition on that

and compare it with this recording

Gremlin made on the fly in Bahrain.

[Robinshaw] I'm sorry. I don't speak Spanish.

Is that enough?

It's not much, but we can work it.

Come find me once you're finished.

Sure.

* ominous music *

How did you get in here?

I have a security system.

I'm CIA, Nils.

No idea the shit we can do.

Why do you guys give a fuck about me?

I haven't done anything wrong.

We both know that isn't true.

But we're not the cops.

I'm here to recruit you.

You want me to be a secret agent?

An asset.

So we'd work together.

I'd be a spy?

[chuckles] Holy shit.

Before you tell everyone about your cool new job,

you should know that's the fastest way

to get me to kill you. Sit down.

* percussive music *

What we need you to do is simple.

Your boss has two problems.

Getting diamonds out of the CAR

and getting money back in.

You're gonna tell him you have an idea.

Valhalla owns a disused mine in the Berb�rati region.

You're gonna tell De Bruyne to buy it.

[indistinct conversation]

[Martian] This takes care of both problems.

The sale price moves money over the table to Valhalla.

And owning a mine gives you paperwork

from the government to export diamonds.

Except the diamonds won't come from your mine.

Your mine has no diamonds.

They'll still come from Valhalla.

This lets them scale the current scheme

ten times or more.

Everyone's happy.

You'll get a raise, a promotion.

Most importantly, you'll be trusted.

Now, De Bruyne is gonna have to go to the CAR.

You're gonna ask to go with him, his new favorite employee.

You want me to go to Africa?

Yes.

This is very important.

You must go on that trip.

Because while you're there, there's something

-we need you to do for us. -What?

Something simple, not hard.

I'll let you know when the time comes.

And if I say, "Go fuck yourself"?

Then I beat you to death with that ashtray,

make this look like a coke deal gone bad.

["Sandstorm" by Darude playing]

Whoo!

[song ends]

You want to know something insane?

While we were in Bahrain,

the fucking CIA tried to recruit me.

-I'm serious. -[laughs]

Yeah. It was this funny guy and this girl

who was so hot it made no sense

why she'd ever be hanging out with him.

They were pretending to work for Exxon or some shit

and offered me a job.

And you thought they were spies?

Hundred percent. No doubt.

You know, this happens

if you're Iranian, family like mine.

We had lessons in school. What to do, who to tell.

So do you have to report it?

I mean, it's more trouble than it's worth.

Crazy world.

Can't believe it.

Oh, hey, there's my friend over there.

Wait here. I'll be a second.

[indistinct chatter]

-[monster growls in game] -[man shouts in game]

Here they come!

-[screaming in game] -[man shouts]

-[weapons continue in game] -Good stop.

What sites have priority?

They talked about Natanz,

about enrichment getting above 50%.

Okay.

-What unit? -A.

"A" what?

A3? A4?

Uh... possibly A3.

I'm not sure.

Is it important?

A4 units are the only ones

with military use.

All others are for civilian purposes.

It changes the context of what you're telling me.

Who's the girl?

Danny?

She's just my girlfriend.

Congratulations.

What nationality is she?

Spanish.

Don't worry about her. I've known her a while.

She's cool.

Good work.

Stick around for another 20 minutes

and then leave.

We need to recall Gremlin?

Why would we do that?

Because her boyfriend is working for the Chinese.

It's way too dangerous.

We're all aware of the risk level.

It would be the same risk if Hassan was working for us.

No, it wouldn't. If you'd managed to recruit him,

we'd be in control.

Gremlin's good. She's careful.

[Naomi] Hassan isn't.

This guy is unreliable. He's chaotic.

If he gets blown, it hits

anyone in his orbit, including Gremlin.

Hassan has become an Achilles' heel.

Mixed metaphor, and I disagree.

[Naomi] Well, I disagree with you disagreeing.

While, uh, amusing

to witness you use

a classified meeting to bicker,

may I remind you that your unit just suffered

a major setback?

But out of the ashes of abject failure

there may be an opportunity too good to miss.

Gremlin's been briefed on her new situation.

She's chosen to return to Tehran.

Unless there's anything else,

I'll let you two have at it without an audience.

Naomi?

[door closes]

I should have broke things off more gracefully.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm over it. But, yeah, you really should have.

I always mess things up with women I respect.

I still think you're a fantastic person, Naomi.

Well, thanks...

for all the respect.

[banging]

[Naomi groans]

Fucking fucker. Fuck!

[groans]

Just my luck.

Course it's you who walks in as I'm beating a wall.

Not luck.

Henry asked me to find you.

The sound of head against wall

just made locating you easy.

[Naomi] It's straightforward.

I liked him more than he liked me.

Do you feel like

that's a pattern for you in relationships?

Do you usually like people more than they like you?

Is it helpful to ask unpleasant questions?

Well, I don't think that's even on my list

of unpleasant questions.

Oh, hit me.

Why do you dress like a Mormon?

[stifled laugh]

You're cleverer than all of them.

You're more committed than all of them.

But no one's gonna take you seriously

until you start backing yourself,

which clearly, you don't.

I back myself every fucking day.

Into a corner, dressed like an undertaker.

[scoffs] Okay, wow.

Look at you, bitch.

Take a look in your two-way mirror.

This isn't about me.

My camouflage has a purpose.

Oh, good for you. So does mine. I'm a fucking spy.

Two sorts of people are drawn to this work--

those who wish to be someone else

and those who were unable to be a person

in the first place.

Stop going undercover in your own life.

Because I know that if you quit holding yourself back,

you could go to the very top here.

That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

* slow, intriguing music *

[sighs]

[Martian] Hey.

Whoa. Hey, Poppy.

-[Poppy crying softly] -What happened?

Look at me. Hey.

-[sniffling] -Look at me. Look at me.

What's happening?

[crying]

[sniffles] He's just an idiot.

Who? Daniel? Your boyfriend?

What happened?

It's just, like, a mess. [breathes sharply]

-Did he break up with you? -No.

No, no, it was me. I dumped him.

I just don't know what's wrong with us.

Look, at your age, these things just happen.

It's no one's fault.

But I don't want it to end.

So why'd you end it?

Because, like, I can't keep doing this.

Like, we can't keep going on like this.

And we just keep fighting.

And-and, like, we don't get along with each other anymore.

-[sniffles] -[knocking]

-Hey. -Hey.

[door closes]

Evening.

Poppy.

[door closes]

I can drop and go if you two are in the middle of something.

No, no, we-we got plenty for all of us.

Please, stay for dinner.

Okay.

Can I get you a drink?

Yeah.

You see Samia Zahir today?

Yeah, she asked me to buy her books.

Which ones?

Sudan's Unfinished Democracy by Alex de Waal.

When Peace Kills Politics by Sharath Srinivasan.

And The Joy of Sex by whoever wrote that.

The last one was a joke.

You're a comedian now?

[laughs softly]

["I See You" by Phoebe Bridgers playing]

* I'm standing too close *

-[knocking] -* I can see *

* The brushstrokes... *

Time to eat.

[sighs] I'm not hungry.

* I hate your mom *

* I hate it when she opens her mouth *

* It's amazing to me *

* How much you can say *

* When you don't know what you're talking about *

* But I feel something when I see you... *

You okay?

[inhales]

No.

I don't know.

How old are you?

Seventeen.

Seventeen can't handle these things.

How old are you?

Old enough to handle.

Do I seem a hopeless romantic?

* 'Cause I don't know what I want... *

-Do I seem weak? -No.

Well, I am.

Or have been.

I've been pushed around by men and boys.

Been cut deep.

When I was 17, I cried every day for this boy.

Every single day.

Time fixes you up.

It'll toughen you up, too. Wait and see.

Seventeen is bullshit,

but it doesn't last.

* I'll climb through the window... *

Come on, let's go eat.

* But right now *

* It feels good *

-* Not to stand * -[door opens]

* Then I'll leave it wide open... *

This is probably the best part.

-Really? -Mm-hmm.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

* Let the dystopian *

* Morning light *

* Pour in *

[clears throat]

[Henry] Come in.

-[grunts softly] -[door closes]

Osman Abdel-Aziz. Do you know him?

No.

He's a senior Sudanese intelligence officer.

Samia Zahir spilled to him when we tried to recruit her.

He dragged her to Khartoum as thanks.

He defected.

Killed an Emirati agent in the process.

He's at a safe house right now, giving up all the love.

That's great.

What made him flip?

Martian.

How did they make contact?

Through Samia Zahir.

They've seen each other?

She's at another safe house out of town.

I'm going to interrogate her

on what she knew when about all this.

Want me to go see Osman, check his story?

Push it hard.

Particularly as relates to Martian.

[distant siren wailing]

* slow, mysterious music *

[security door closes]

[front door closes]

Change of interrogator, huh?

Which one are you-- tickles or slaps?

Neither. I'm questions, you're answers.

Well, if you want to undress at any point,

I'm getting quite bored.

-Don't do that. -What?

Games. Moving for position.

The type of jiujitsu we both know.

Just tell me the truth, and I can go.

Do I get to go then, too?

You get to breathe.

What can you tell me about Paul Lewis?

I thought you trapped me

to learn about my agency, not yours.

We're interested in any and all intel that you have.

For a while, I thought

he planned all of this from Addis--

who Samia was, who she might be.

I was wrong.

[Martian] They'll ask you questions about me.

You will confirm it was by accident I met Sami in London.

Got that?

You will confirm

you shot Saeed escaping before I met you here.

You stick to what I tell you, or you lose my protection.

[Osman] It was all a fuckup.

He met by chance.

Bumped into her in London.

She told him about negotiations.

He was lucky. Or unlucky.

I don't know.

You're telling me

that this all happened just by chance?

Which one of us, who do this, believes in chance?

Do you?

But then it happens, and we are all fucked up.

We think we are in control.

You want to do the countdown, or should I?

[explosion]

[exhales]

What did you put in these ones?

-It works now. -Yeah, you think?

[Bosko] So let's all raise a glass

to continued cooperation

and shared intelligence,

which is the beating heart of the special relationship.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

I have the result of the voice analysis you asked for.

Identical. It's the same person speaking.

Confidence level?

Ninety-nine percent.

There's something else.

We've been able to identify the owner

of the laptop Gremlin cloned in Bahrain.

It's her. It's the same voice.

Who is she? Beijing asset? Can we locate her?

* eerie music *

I know her.

She works on the SIS China desk under Richardson.

***

All right.

Very good. I might have another one in a minute.

-[mutters] -* tense music *

James.

Ah, Henry. I thought parties weren't your thing.

You got to show your face, though, I imagine, haven't you?

Listen to me.

I know what you've done.

I very much doubt you do, old boy.

But to give you the benefit of the doubt

and for old time's sake,

you might want to hear my chief out

before saying something you regret.

[chief of SIS] I'm not here to discuss our shared past,

key though it is.

I wish to make an announcement on our future.

Are you a betting man, Henry? I am.

Ball drops. Where is it going to land?

[chief of SIS] I'm delighted to announce the new Chief

of British Intelligence

will be James Richardson.

-[applause] -Surely not. Hmm?

Fuck.

Well, thank you, uh, everyone.

I look forward to continuing this special relationship

with our esteemed American colleagues,

whose genius I've had the honor of abusing

-over so many years. -[laughter]

Uh, I'm listing no names, but you know who you are. Hmm?

[scattered laughter]

[phone buzzing]

Hey.

[Hassan] Come outside and meet me.

[sighs] Hassan, I'm working.

So am I. Two minutes. Come out.

Okay.

[indistinct chatter]

New car? New look?

New me.

I'm moving out of my dad's place.

I got the new job.

New businessman car.

Room in the back for a baby seat or two.

What are you talking about baby seats?

Who knows what the future will bring?

[laughs] Get up.

-Are you fucking nuts? Get up. -Uh-uh-uh.

I'm not some Western hipster.

I'm Iranian.

We don't wait till we're middle-aged to grow the balls

-to go on with our lives. -[exhales]

Daniela...

I want to spend the rest of my life

looking into your eyes.

Marry me.

I don't know what to say.

Yes, you do.

Say it.

I'm saying...

go-go to work, and I'll see you tonight.

-And we'll talk then. -Mm-mm. You have to answer now.

Hassan, this is a shock.

It's a surprise. I need time to think.

Our life will be full of beautiful surprises.

Take time.

Remember, I'm a catch.

A lot of Iranian girls would have just said yes.

As you know,

I am a humble man... [chuckles]

...but I do have a small and gentle amount of ego and pride.

I'm just saying, I need time to think.

And I'm saying,

there is no contest, but there is competition.

Until later, and you tell me yes.

[car door opens, closes]

[engine starts]

[engine revving]

* intriguing music *

[exhales sharply]

[bird squawking]

Dr. Zahir?

Yes?

I'm, uh, Henry Ogletree

from the U.S. embassy.

We have questions about your detention and release.

From prison or here?

You're not detained here, Dr. Zahir.

You're protected.

You recognize the difference, I'm sure.

I'd like to know exactly what Paul Lewis did

to secure your release.

I'm afraid I have no idea.

Of that or who Paul even is.

He's not even called Paul.

He didn't tell you any details?

The channels he worked,

British, the Emiratis,

the price of your freedom?

What price?

* slow, haunting music *

Betrayal...

of his country.

You actually had no idea, did you?

He chose not to tell you.

Is he in trouble now?

You should...

you should know how he fought for you.

When this thing went south, he did everything.

He set himself and his allegiances on fire...

...to save you.

Why?

Why would he do this to himself?

I used to know why he did what he did.

That's something we shared.

I love my country, Dr. Zahir, despite everything.

I'm not talking lip-service patriotism

or drunken flag waving.

I mean, we give it all,

everything we have, in its service.

So for him to do this...

He turned traitor.

It seems he found something he loved more.

I'll show myself out.

[footsteps departing]

What will happen to him?

When I catch him,

and I prove it...

the same thing that should happen to all traitors.

["Shut Up and Dance" by Sophie and the Giants playing]

* Let it go, let it go *

-* Shut up and dance... * -[door closes]

-[Martian] Poppy? -Yeah?

* Shut up and dance *

* And move your heartbeat *

* Shut up and dance... *

Dozer says it's the best cure for heartbreak.

Fancy cocktails?

-Just booze in general, I think. -Uh-huh.

* When you're lost in the dark, find the love... *

Okay. Ready. Do you want one?

-Yes. -Okay.

You're 17. I'm not gonna let you drink all that on your own.

You work with cool people.

Oh, Dozer?

Who said I work with dreary people?

I don't know. I feel like I...

I pictured them all in suits

in-in gray and boring.

Like me?

-Yeah. -Oh, thanks.

-[laughs] I'm sorry. -[laughs]

-Is Dozer her real name? -It's a nickname.

She got it in the Marines, I think.

Do you have one?

-A nickname? -Mm.

-Behind my back maybe. -[chuckles]

Mm. I have a code name, though.

Paul Lewis?

No, he was a cover identity

I used in Ethiopia.

What's yours, then?

You brought it up, so you're allowed to tell me.

-I actually can't. -[laughs]

It's Martian.

Martian? [laughs]

-Why? -I don't know.

All our pseudos are generated by a computer somewhere.

It's weird. It suits you.

-Does it? -Yeah.

Well, the people at work must agree with you.

They all still call me by it.

From another planet.

It's-it's funny. It's you. [laughs]

I'm not sure that's a good thing.

-Is that a good thing? -[laughing]

[both laughing]

You've never told me anything nice about your work before.

-You never got me drunk before. -[chuckles]

Dad...

have you ever had your heart broken?

And I don't mean Mum.

You must have.

[exhales] I think I need another one of those.

[chuckles]

Will you tell me?

Yes. I have.

When?

Uh...

...been coming for a while.

Then it happened.

Seemed sudden.

Expected, but out of the blue.

When?

On Wednesday.

-Dad... -It's fine. I'm okay.

-I'm okay. -That was, like, two days ago.

-What happened? -No.

That's enough.

Let's talk about something fun.

Okay.

* slow, haunting music *

[Martian] That last evening we spent together

meant a lot to me.

I'll think about it often.

I'll relive each moment.

I know where, I'm going, it's something

I'll want to hold close.

I'm sorry for everything they'll tell you.

And for everything that is about to happen.

I'm sorry most of all

that we won't share other evenings like that one.

I wish we could.

***

-[lock clicks] -[sniffles]

[phone clicks off]

[sighs]

[speaks Farsi]

* slow, haunting music *

-What's wrong? -[panting]

Put on your headscarf.

Is everything okay?

No.

What's happening?

What? Why? What are you doing?

You're under arrest for sharing intelligence

with the enemy.

What?

I want to speak to my country's embassy.

Tell them I'm being arrested.

Tell them what's happening to me.

No one will ever know what happened to you.

[breathing sharply]

* suspenseful music *

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