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Anything good on?

Not much.

Fumes from Volkswagens.

Haven't seen that constellation.

You look less miserable than usual.

Genevieve broke up with François.

Oh, alright.

Anything good on?

Not much.

She's still there.

Thanks.

Genevieve.

Don't fuck it up!

Hi.

Hello.

- How was your day? - I'll tell you after.

What's new?

You're asking me what's new.

Cheers.

These walls are too thin to live next to you.

You are like animals.

Do you hear that, Genevieve?

He's laughing too.

Hi.

How was your day?

I'll tell you after.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

Maybe he got a life.

It's strange, though, no?

Denis?

Denis?

Denis!

Denis!

Should...

Should I call the police?

I'm with Interpol.

Interpol?

But... where did you put the tracker?

No, I'm-I'm not armed. Alright, calm down.

- Where the fuck did you put it? - On your...

- What's the word in English? - You haven't said it in French yet.

The thing you put the belt through.

Belt hoops.

- Belt hoops? - Well, that's what they're called.

Fucking belt hoops.

- Did you stop that lift on purpose? - Where is he?

I saw you chasing him.

- Where did he go? - Where did who go, Bastien?

The officer you were...

Put these on.

Now!

Guess this is not your lucky day, Julie Green.

It's not yours either, fucko.

Oh, thank you.

Yeah, well...

I've got it! I've got his gun!

- Don't shoot! - Don't shoot him!

Drop the gun!

Now!

Turn around.

What was that about? Saving his life?

I don't kill people for free.

Would it make any difference if I told you he jumped?

What about the other 17 bodies?

Lyon.

Budapest.

Helsinki.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

She's gonna be okay, Edward.

Why do people say that when they don't know?

'Cause we don't know, do we?

No.

No, we don't.

Thank you.

- Here? I thought you were Interpol. - Yeah.

You're too dangerous to transport to Lyon by myself.

Oh, well, I'm flattered.

Lucky you.

Please, my son has done nothing wrong.

Chasing a police officer to his death does not strike you as wrong?

That is not...

Look, his wife has been taken. He is going through hell.

The worst thing he's ever done is steal a WrestleMania magazine.

It fell into my bag by accident.

Will you just uncuff him?

It's me you want, isn't it?

If you leave him out of this,

I will tell you... everything you want to know.

I'll make it easy for you.

- It'll be a walk in the park. - A walk in the park?

A walk in the park with fuckin' ice cream.

I don't like ice cream.

Come on.

I will need his statement, though.

He's a witness still, yes?

- Thank you. - Then we will have a walk in the park.

Come on.

Hello, hello!

Here, take a seat.

Hey.

You look like a kid who's just been told Christmas is cancelled.

The Inspector Cortez is not here until the morning,

and it seems no one is allowed to take a shit without the boss.

Is that right?

So, cells tonight.

Interview tomorrow.

- My son's only giving a statement. - Which I cannot take until tomorrow.

He's a witness. He can't be in a cell.

I would love to debate

the complex bureaucracy of Interpol with you, but...

it is 2 a.m., so I will not.

- We had a deal. - Which I intend to honour.

In the morning, his statement will be taken.

And you will be transported to Lyon.

In the meantime,

I'd rather both of you did not go anywhere.

Sleep well.

Up! Let's go!

Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

No. No. Please. Please. Please wait.

I need to get on...

that boat.

Too late.

No, please, please.

I must be on it.

Next one's 20 minutes.

No, it has to be this one.

This boat.

Wait, I have money. What will it take?

Hello?

Hello?

You are on the boat.

Is that a question?

Yes, I'm on the boat. Like you asked.

Ordered.

Check your pocket.

What?

When you get to Valencia,

follow the directions and find the car with this registration plate.

Wait. Wait. Wait. No. Just...

Are you still there?

Yes.

Why are we doing this?

I am paying you, and there's a great deal more money to come.

Yet here I am, on a scavenger hunt,

like I'm 13 years old.

You will hear from us.

Hello?

Hello?

Fuck.

Out.

You think they know?

What, that I'm accused of killing their fellow officer?

I think it's a good bet.

I feel like a bucket of chicken at a fat-camp.

Mr Green, I am here for your statement. Follow me, please.

Don't worry. It won't be okay.

So you're saying I have to sit on my arse another 24 hours

before a team can get here?

That's what you're saying?

Just sit tight. You have her in custody, what's the rush?

What's the rush?

We'll let you know if there's any news.

Alright, never mind. Bye.

Come on!

I'd seen him before. The officer.

One of the people who took my wife had a metal leg.

And when I came into the station...

You mean Sub-Inspector Garcia?

Yeah.

Him.

- You realise what you're saying? - I do.

But he jumped.

I swear.

This pen...

I have ink cartridges somewhere.

Can you just...

They think I'm crazy around here.

- Writing with a pen. - Oh, do they?

Do you know how many cyber attacks there are a day?

600 million.

That's a lot.

It's loads.

Mr Green?

I have cartridges in my car. Where they are safe.

- Do you want a coffee or tea, or... - No, no, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

Actually, coffee would be great.

Coffee, then.

Oh. How many of you does it take to do an interview?

We are not here for the interview.

Oh! What are you? A barbershop quartet?

Shut up! Shut up!

This is not funny.

Your colleague was involved in the abduction of Kayla Cross.

- Who do you think you are? - Her mother-in-law.

Why did you kill him?

He jumped.

- What are you doing? - What are you doing?

You are out of control. You pushed Officer Blanco here,

so we had no choice but to restrain you.

But you kept fighting back.

What are you doing?

You threw yourself, we've done nothing.

Get the hell out of this room.

- All of you. - Okay, okay, boss.

- Please accept my apologies. - They think I killed their friend.

People will do anything for the people they love.

Not that anyone loved Garcia.

God rest his soul, but he was...

problematic.

He took my daughter-in-law.

Someone will come in soon to take your statement.

There is an investigation.

Into Garcia.

Internal Affairs.

We will do everything we can to find your daughter-in-law, Miss Green.

My wife made me an omelette yesterday...

Hey.

- Oh, hello. I was just looking... - What's going on here?

He was breaking into Garcia's locker.

Okay, I'll take him.

Interpol.

I'm the agent who brought him in. I'll take care of him.

- Come on. - Might want to keep an eye on him.

Yeah, I will.

You were telling the truth.

About your wife.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

I'm sorry.

- That you are going through this. - Thanks... I suppose.

Where are they keeping your mother?

No idea.

We were separated this morning.

I have a team on the way.

We're going to take her to Lyon.

Okay.

Do you know who she is?

Honestly...

no.

Why her?

Because it is my job.

Okay. That-that's why you're here.

Is it? On your own, because it's your job.

How long have you been looking for her?

A long time.

Anything?

No.

He was shot dead.

They took out his security guard and went through the skylight...

same as Helsinki.

Not this again.

Yeah...

This again.

He was not a good man. There are a lot of people who would want him dead.

Not a lot that could get past his security measures

and leave zero trace.

- Not even a speck of dust out of place. - You're off piste.

Then explain the book.

You need to get a life, Bastien.

Move on.

Sometimes it feels less

like I've been looking for her than she's been asking me to find her.

Do you know what it's like to obsess over something so much...

that it becomes you?

I do, actually.

Because it took control of me too.

What did?

Trying to figure out who that woman is.

Well...

that's what I'm gonna do right now.

Stay.

Shit.

- What? - They've locked us in.

Where's your boss, Cortez?

- Lunch break. - Oh, shit.

So what are your thoughts in terms of not doing this?

Okay.

So...

I...

suppose we're not here to talk about our feelings.

Do you know what his name was?

Yeah.

Yeah, it was... Garcia something, or... something Garcia.

Not sure if it's first or last name. Is that very xenophobic of me?

Are you serious?

So we are here to talk about feelings.

We are here because if you fuck with one of us,

you fuck with all of us. Okay.

Guess. I'll... I'll fuck with all of you then.

You...

You take the beating and then you confess to the murder of our friend, okay?

Alright. Let's just... let's just get it over with.

Oh, God...

Oh, it's okay.

That was a bit better.

Drop the gun.

I recommend you drop it, because...

I'm gonna cut his throat,

and this isn't very sharp so it's gonna be really fucking messy.

Drop the gun.

Drop it!

To me.

No, no, no.

Well...

Well, well, well.

That backfired massively, didn't it?

Hello?

- Fuck! - You think they're going to hurt her?

She killed a police officer. What do you think?

He jumped! I know she's... I don't wanna say what I know she's done a lot of,

but in this case, he actually jumped. What are you...?

You are joking.

Aren't you?

Come on.

I don't have one.

You'll get them back when you start behaving yourselves.

Come on.

And for the record, I didn't kill something Garcia or Garcia something.

He jumped, okay?

Never mind.

Okay.

Do you know what?

For a woman on HRT, I think I did really fucking well here.

Fuck.

No one has the damn key?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on. You can do it.

You can do it.

Oh, no, no, no.

Shit!

I haven't got the right shoes on.

Come on, Edward.

You got this.

You're just... taking a walk.

Alright? That's all this is.

No.

Yep. A nice, leisurely...

- Oh, thank God. - Why've they locked you in here?

No idea.

- Where's Bastien? - He's...

There are probably more pressing things we should be talking about.

Agreed.

How are we gonna get out? It's not gonna be long before they work out you're gone.

- I have an idea. - Wait.

- What? - We're in a police station.

Whatever we do, it needs to be nonviolent, alright.

Oh, really?

Really. These are police officers.

How about nonlethal? Can we agree on nonlethal?

Fine, nonlethal.

Agreed.

We don't need to shake on nonlethal.

What kind of unit are you running here?

- Please, come in. - Your officers are out of control.

Cortez, I thought I made it clear.

Green is not to be touched nor harmed. Then your guys lock me in a room...

Calm down. I cannot follow what you're saying.

- Okay, if anything happens to my suspect... - Agent Mouret, please... slow down.

Talk to me.

I am on your side, so, please...

She's escaped.

Lock the station down.

- She won't get far, she's just one woman. - Yeah, good luck with that.

Bastien?

I'll be coming to bed soon.

Don't bother.

I can't do this anymore.

We'll find her soon...

Things'll change, I promise.

It won't, though.

You've had many other cases. Why this one?

Work as late as you like.

Fuck.

Or we could use this.

Stole it from Officer Garcia's locker earlier.

Well, my way would've worked eventually.

My, my, my.

Oh... M45.

She's in lovely shape...

No, no, no, you are not shooting police officers.

- What about if they shoot me first? - We agreed nonlethal.

- We didn't shake on it. - Julie.

There has to be a nonviolent way out.

Yeah, in a body bag. Riot gear...

I saw some tear gas.

'Kay.

Now, you're coming with me.

Storm grenades.

Yes, please.

Too sharp.

Life-changing injuries, not sure that's in the brief.

A riot cannon.

Rubber bullets. You'll like that, you big pansy.

What?

Well, it's...

it's a bit big.

It's large. I'm a large.

No, you're not.

I'd like to find my wife. I need to be alive.

Okay, this way.

No, no, no...

Fuck, fuck...

Julie!

Deep breath!

Come on.

Vamos, vamos!

- Okay, alright, this'll do. - For what?

Just find something to barricade the door.

- Like what? - I don't know. Figure it out.

Vamos...

What the hell?

Oh, shut up, Gandhi. They're plastic bullets.

It's practically a fucking Nerf gun. Just block the bloody door!

- What's that? - A weight.

- It's tiny! - It's 12 and a half kilos.

- Oh, get out the way. - What?

- Get out of the way! - Saying it louder doesn't help.

It just escalates an already stressful situation.

Inspectora.

As far as I know, that is everyone out of the building.

- Excuse me. - Why are you still here?

I'm the one who brought her in. I can help you, Cortez...

Inspectora Cortez.

You are a long way from home, Agent Mouret.

This is far outside your jurisdiction and many miles above your pay grade.

Cavalry's here.

Oh, good. I was worried this couldn't get any worse.

- Chin up, old thing. - It stopped.

- The alarm stopped. - Yeah.

About ten minutes ago.

It's gone quiet in here too.

Maybe they've evacuated the building.

Is that... good?

Nothing about any of this is good, Edward.

Fuck! I called you for help, not to die in a whole Butch and Sundance deal.

We are not going to die.

And why's that?

Because I said so.

You know, you could just leave.

You could just walk out there... hands up.

They'll soon realise you've got nothing whatsoever to do with this...

shit show.

Well, they think that you and I killed a police officer.

- If I step out there, I die. - Or not.

Don't be so negative.

- It's good advice. - You don't get to give me advice.

I get to give it, whether or not you listen...

Stop!

Stop pretending this is normal, like just any other day.

Like it's just old times. It's not.

- You have changed since you got married. - For two days?

Imagine what you're gonna be like when you've got a kid.

What really happened in Berlin?

I told you what happened.

It's not the same thing.

Why can't you just trust me?

Seriously?

It happened exactly as I said it did.

Trust is something you earn, Julie.

Come on, come on!

Sounds like they're making a move.

It's time.

Hey, excuse me, hey...

Bastien Mouret, Interpol.

- I'm busy. - Listen, Julie Green, she's my suspect.

I've been tracking her a long time now.

I know her.

Better than anyone.

Good for you.

You're planning to assault the building, yes?

Smoke grenades, infrared, Special Ops handbook page one...?

My plan of attack is not your concern.

Listen, I know her.

I know this woman. I know how she thinks.

If something here isn't right, she is not going to lie there

like a rat in a trap, waiting to be taken.

Interpol?

Let's go!

Told you.

Medium. Not large.

What now?

We'll figure it out.

That was amazing.

- I can't believe that worked. - I told you it'd be fun.

Well, you didn't. And "fun" is not exactly the word.

Oh great, we're stealing a car. The "fun" never ends.

Yeah, the running commentary's really helping.

You keep that up and...

Well, this feels familiar.

Don't. We both know how it ended last time.

Except this time, we're both wearing bulletproof riot gear.

I don't think you're about to shoot me in the face, having looked for me so long.

Shall we take your car?

We need to know where Garcia's been.

He can run a trace on Something Garcia's phone

and find out where he's been these last few days.

Thank you.

Ramon Eduardo Garcia, no less.

Born 15th of January, 1985.

Okay.

Off you go.

Why?

You already killed that man.

Isn't that enough for you?

I didn't actually, but you don't believe me,

and that is absolutely fine. I just need to know where he's been

so I can track down my son's fiancée... well, wife, actually.

Right now, if you don't mind.

Alright, we both speak French.

If you try anything...

So don't try anything, okay, because...

He speaks French, in case you didn't get that.

Hello? Hugo speaking.

Hey, it's me.

Is Jacques there, please?

Not tonight.

Not today? Okay, that's fine.

I need a trace on a phone.

Name?

The name is...

Ramon Eduardo Garcia.

Date of birth?

Fifteenth of January, '85.

Address?

Resident in Valencia.

- Got it? - Yes, on it.

Call me back when you have something.

He will call when he finds something.

Shit.

You should've woken me and switched over again.

You could've gotten some sleep.

It's alright.

I don't sleep too well these days.

Morning!

You, got some messages.

Unread from someone called Eloise.

Oh... she sent you a photo of her tits.

Which, to be fair, are quite spectacular.

And someone called Hugo says...

What?

They've run a trace on Garcia's phone.

There's one location he's been to six times in the last 24 hours...

at weird times of the day.

Okay. Right, well, better get moving.

Eloise and me, we're just casual.

Okay, so...

are we meeting later?

Because I don't know what time I'll get off.

They've been working me to the bone, but if you want later...

I don't know how many days you're staying here?

She's out of your league, boy, don't waste your time.

Double espresso.

No need to be rude.

Day I've had? I disagree.

Bring it to the table.

Sorry.

You're a woman.

Last I checked.

- No, I just thought... - I'd be a man.

It's the 21st century.

They let women do all sorts of things now.

- Yeah, I didn't mean... - The money?

You know, I could have been here much sooner,

if you'd just... told me where we were meeting.

I needed to be sure you were alone.

Or perhaps you just...

wanted to put me in my place?

Here you go.

So you should know. This...

whole situation is more complicated now.

Okay. How?

You said this job would be easy.

And yet...

one of my associates... is dead.

- Oh, God. - And this woman, this Julie Green...

You did not think to mention her?

This...

This doesn't change anything.

Of course it does.

I'm no longer a hired hand.

From this point on... we are partners.

My team will take half the ransom.

I paid you everything I have. Like, thousands and thousands of...

And I took the risk.

You wouldn't even have found this job without me!

Without me, there would be no ransom!

I am doing you...

a favour.

- How long are you gonna do this? - As long as you're useful.

And then?

When I'm no longer useful?

Go on then. Get in.

Hey. What?

- Okay, she's not here. - We haven't even looked yet.

You don't bring your hostage to somewhere where meth addicts are staggering around.

Garcia's phone said he came here multiple times. There has to be a reason.

Maybe he just likes meth. I mean, it's pretty moreish.

I'm gonna go look.

She's not in here.

I'll check upstairs.

So you know my name.

I know all about you.

That didn't sound creepy at all.

Kayla?

Why me?

There are plenty of people who've done worse than I have.

Hypothetically speaking.

- Kayla? - It's a little late for pretence.

But why me?

- Kayla? - Denis Renoit.

You know that name?

Lyon, ten years ago.

You shot him in the head.

You and Denis were what?

Secret lovers?

You vowed revenge.

He was my friend.

And neighbour.

Turns out he was also blackmailing a lot of people.

But no one is a saint, hey.

No.

But that doesn't explain why you became obsessed with me.

With you, no.

With your case...

perhaps.

He's the reason why I found you, but...

I could not get you out of my head.

Professional killers, I had seen them before.

But then I saw... there was a book missing.

Every crime scene, the same.

A book was taken.

That was you, yes?

You see, I hate questions that do not have an answer.

Perhaps it's that.

So tell me.

Why did you take the books?

Julie! Julie, in here!

Go.

- I found something. - Go.

What is it?

She was here.

She was here.

W-well, her feet aren't that small, are they?

It's a pattern she makes on windows sometimes.

Oh! That makes more sense. I thought you meant...

You thought she had baby-sized feet and walked on windows?

- You just sounded like that was... - That is her.

They kept her here.

We're too late.