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I-If anyone knows anything, please, help me find my family.

I find people, Mrs Chambers. I've done this all my life.

Once upon a time, you promised you'd help me.

That was before the blood of all those people,

like it was rainwater,

flooding the drains in the streets.

My daughter, Sara, she died.

I do not want your sympathy, or deserve it.

I carry her death.

How can Kamilla Agoston go on about this country

drowning in immigrants when she's married to a Brit?

I should go back home, right?

Why are you helping me? Because I can.

Andras doesn't know where my son is,

but he says that he can try and find him

on the condition that I involve you.

You owe me.

Gomorrah will know where to find Will.

If I help you, you let me go.

Andras must meet his old associate alone.

Can you hear me?

Not so loud unless you want me killed.

Oh, no, no...

No!

This recording is nothing but distraction.

It's a fake.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my love.

I'm so sorry.

She shouldn't be doing that in this place.

How can she be so careless?

Well, we both did.

It's natural. Is it?

To keep doing the same thing and expecting different results.

So, we go again.

It's a lot of money.

Yeah, well... Maybe for nothing.

That's not one thing we need to worry about, is it?

If you can bear it, we can do it.

And then, who knows?

Maybe one day we'll be the couple walking through here with a buggy.

And there's going to be somebody else sat there saying,

"Look at them."

"They are the careless ones."

So, what have you called us all here for?

I need to be focusing on the search for Andras Juszt.

I believe the recording is a fake.

I found a recording from a hostage video made in 2007,

an Isis recording of the capture of Jean-Francois Lemars, a journalist.

The audio matches the one used in the recording we were sent.

None of this is any proof.

I saw Alex die.

Unofficially.

We reached the same conclusion yesterday.

The sound's been replaced.

Whoever killed your son wanted us

to believe it was the work of Islamic extremists.

You knew this yesterday?

Suspected.

So, they reused some audio.

They had no time. So bloody what?

I don't understand what difference this makes. Why?

Why choose a fundamentalist Muslim group as the face of this act?

Bertolt Brecht said, "You name yourself, you name someone else."

That is, I believe, what we are seeing here.

This is just a waste of time.

We have got to find the body of my son,

and we've got to find the people who are holding Will.

Mrs Chambers, if we find the people who made that recording,

we'll find your son, but consider the politics in this country.

The far right have gained much ground in recent years.

Then consider the weapon that we know was used

in your husband's murder,

a weapon most associated with Nazi Germany.

This kind of hate is normalised now.

They are not Nazis, they are our neighbours, our friends.

My son is dead.

And you want to sit around here telling me

that it's some grand, far-right conspiracy?

I'm done.

I have one son left.

Find him.

Sorry, could I impose?

Oh, thanks.

Oh...

Koszonom.

Emma?

You don't smoke. No, I don't. I'm about to, though.

Last time I smoked a cigarette,

I had just been dumped.

Alan Crawley.

Christ...

I remember thinking, looking at the cigarette,

"Alan Crawley isn't worth this.

"My lungs deserve better," and I put it out immediately.

A week later, I met Richard.

That was 30 years ago.

Can't quite find the reason to put it out, though, this time.

Look...

Watch this.

What is this?

Just something you googled completely on your own

because, er, you're a brilliant French man.

OK?

OK.

I'll be at the bar on the corner in half an hour.

You're not having a drink?

No. I...

I don't drink any more.

You saw the recording?

If I'm right,

if these supposed jihadists are just a cover for a far-right group,

do you... Do you believe this figure online,

this Gomorrah, is behind it?

I do. I take it there's a story behind the mask?

We have a folk festival here - Busojaras.

They wear traditional masks like this,

designed to frighten.

I've watched several of these recordings, all the same.

Blaming all your country's ills on those least able

to defend themselves.

It's nothing new. My dad moved here from Turkey, a long time ago.

He was dealing with this crap all his life.

Yeah.

But it's getting worse.

God forbid you should be gay, foreign, different.

The world has long been full of keyboard warriors

lurking in the shadows, but, er, to step out of the darkness,

to become some kind of an organised terrorist group, well, this...

This would be something new.

There was a case a few months ago, Romany settlements,

all attacked at the same time.

The three men who were arrested had never met each other.

Gomorrah coordinated the assault?

All sent through anonymous group chats on the phone.

And they also arranged the fake hostage video

to get Andras released?

The resources Gomorrah has,

the reach, it's possible.

This isn't some lunatic in the basement making videos.

They have money and influence, and they will only grow more dangerous.

No-one has any sense of who this Gomorrah figure could be?

There's a local politician, Kamilla Agoston.

She fronts the Hungary First party.

It's widely believed she knows the person behind the mask,

that she is in contact with them.

Although she denies this, of course.

Hmm...

Why do you keep looking at them?

Cos she's about to break up with him, to end their marriage.

How do you know?

There is more you wish to tell me.

Whatever it is, I take it this is the part that I'm never to repeat,

the reason you are meeting me here.

Kamilla Agoston is giving a speech tomorrow.

Intelligence suggests there is violence planned.

I'm a policeman to no country, yeah?

Did you tell me all this simply because I asked?

I want to bring you in, a consultant,

like you were in Amsterdam.

No.

No?

Just like that?

All I want is to find what's left of Emma Chambers' family.

How did you know?

You don't speak Hungarian.

I speak people.

What was that about?

What do you think?

Andras Juszt walked out of this police station.

"Heads will roll" is the saying, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

You've been through enough.

Here.

Alex's laptop.

The password's been cracked.

Forensics have done all they can, but there's nothing there.

I know, I just wanted to have a look anyway.

What do you hope to find?

I don't know.

This is all I've got left of him.

I can't speak to him, can't be with him.

This is all I have.

Erman...

Excuse me.

For you.

Are you going to throw it at me or, er, come in?

Thank you.

Those guys I was with,

they're idiots sometimes.

I have met many idiots before.

I understand.

I'll try and keep them away from here. I'll be fine.

It's you that should be careful.

Those people only believe in hate.

It is better, I think, for people...

..to help each other than hurt each other.

Stay.

I will make some Turkish coffee for us.

Unless, of course, you have elsewhere to be.

Good.

A nice Turkish coffee, yes?

How long can this go on for?

Until we find Will Chambers.

And then?

Then what?

Then you let me walk away?

That's...

That's our arrangement.

You expect me to believe this?

What's that?

I drew you.

Like one of my French girls.

Are we going soon?

My wrists are killing me.

My heart is bleeding.

You say you've changed.

How did you change?

Somebody cut the thread I held on to.

The day of Kamilla Agoston's speech, right?

They called you the hero of Jozsefvaros.

You feel like a hero, Mr Baptiste?

The blood from Jozsefvaros is on your hands, not mine.

Yeah.

And what of you?

You claim you, too, are different. Enlighten me.

What kind of epiphany does a terrorist have?

I'm not a terrorist. No, of course.

I'm sure Gomorrah faked a recording demanding your release just for fun!

Do you think Gomorrah even knows who I am?

I was a mailman.

Just letters and parcels going from one place to another,

all the time - fucking Andras Express.

And why go through the trouble of that recording? I knew things.

Yeah.

Names.

Other people who I could point a finger at if I chose to.

They didn't give a shit about me. Not really.

Only themselves.

You didn't skimp on the tech this time, I hope.

You don't need to keep bringing these people.

I've shown you I'm prepared to do what's needed.

I have shame for my past.

But your shame...

..won't bring them back, will it?

Seems we are ready.

Be a good dog, then.

He's a liability.

He's going to blow it.

We should be getting him to make a deal with the police

and turn in some evidence.

You think the police will listen after the way they treated you?

Ask about Will.

Ask about him now.

She knows who Will is.

That's not what she said.

We're going to find my son.

Honesty?

Always honesty.

It's your speech, your moment.

Why are you telling a kid's story?

My grandma told it to me.

Well, you're a politician, not a baby-sitter.

People are more likely to change their minds and open themselves

to other ideas when they are in a story-absorbing mood,

rather than a hyper-analytical one.

It was good enough for Jesus, wasn't it?

Well, at least they got your good side.

Do I look OK?

Beautiful.

So, come on, then.

Hm?

Which are we?

Sparrows or crows?

We are skylarks.

We were living in a tree before anyone else showed up.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I-I didn't know what else to do.

So, this woman, the ambassador...

..you're going to find her kids?

I'm going to try.

It won't bring her back.

Do you think I'm not aware of that? Well, I don't know any more.

I don't know what the hell's going on inside your head

because you don't tell me.

And all you want to do is talk, talk!

Mais pourquoi? Bon sang! Parlez, parlez, parlez,

as if that will change anything!

It's not your fault. We both know that's not true. No, no, Sara...

Sara was an addict. She had an overdose.

God knows she tried hard...

She had a baby, she had a husband, and I put her life in danger, me.

I moved you all into a house in the middle of nowhere, me.

She had a life in Amsterdam. She could finally breathe, and then...

She lost it all.

All right. All right, then. Blame yourself.

Go on, wallow away in your own self-made misery all you want,

but it won't change anything.

You still have your granddaughter. You still have me.

God. It's...

You're out here trying to bring back a stranger's family together,

and I... I've lost my family too.

Just...

..come back home!

I have work still to do.

Oh, right. Course.

You know, she gets it from you.

Both addicts.

Just got to scratch that itch, haven't you?

Just don't know when it's time to stop.

The last time I checked, Major, this is still a free country.

So unless you're trying to shut us down...

Why don't you do your job, Major, and let my wife do hers?

Hello?

Sorry I'm late.

Oh, it's fine. Your colleagues are here.

Can you hear this?

Loud and clear. They are in position in the front of the house.

As soon as Gomorrah shows up, you give us the signal.

They will be watching you. Yeah. I know.

I run, you find me.

I'm risking my life just walking in there, so understand this -

you are the least of my problems.

Are you coming?

What?

That window.

What about it?

I won't be long.

Where's Julien?

He wandered off, muttering about a window.

How can you work together after what he did?

I don't really have a choice, do I?

What are they saying?

Kamilla's just saying how sorry she is

for him being on the run all this time.

Just go. Go, go, go!

My friends are following.

Fuck! Where is Julien?

The window in Kamilla's house - he said it looked familiar.

Oh, God!

See that?

Hold on.

You have to see this.

So, I have been looking at, erm, Alex's emails.

Anything recent? No, no, he hasn't used it since he disappeared.

However, it...

It seems that he does have a girlfriend.

Amy. He never mentioned her, and...

Shit! Take your time.

So, I googled her.

I couldn't find her, so I thought I'd try something else - her avatar.

Saw her photograph, which is in the emails, and I did an image search.

And here she is.

She's a graduate student who lives in Melbourne, Australia.

And while her blog describes every excruciating, mundane detail

about her life, including what sanitary towels she uses,

she nowhere mentions her secret boyfriend in Budapest.

Eight messages in all? Just this?

That's all I could find. And all so short? Yeah.

Each one no more than a sentence - a place to meet and a time?

Even this one, the first message - no introduction, no greeting,

just a place and time - and...

So, if they met online, it must be on another platform.

Social media?

I looked, but... I-I can't see any evidence on the laptop.

Well, so they get talking, Alex and this girl, Amy.

Well, even if it is a girl.

Well, then the conversation moves to email,

so arrangements can be made to meet in person.

The syntax, the way it's written sounds strange.

Well, Alex was running auto-translate on his emails,

so the original message would've been in Hungarian.

I see.

So, what do you think this is about?

What matters is that we follow this and see where it leads.

Here is the latest message, sent the day before he went missing.

They talk about meeting to see a film on the 22nd and...

It's today.

Yeah. 4pm, Baross Street, Jozsefvaros.

Four o'clock?

What? Kamilla Agoston is giving a speech today

in the centre of Budapest at four o'clock.

Some coincidence, is it not?

OK.

And there is your son's response - "I can't wait. It's time."

And underneath...

"Wie wolltest du neu werden, wenn du nicht erst Asche geworden bist."

This is Nietzsche -

"You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame.

"How can you rise anew if you haven't first become ash?"

Oh, God. What? What?

Hello? Baptiste? Yes. Make this quick.

This violence you have intelligence of,

what evidence is there that it will happen at Kamilla Agoston's speech?

The timing. What else? She's the face of the far right.

I believe the timing is deliberate. I believe she's a distraction.

There are messages between Alex Chambers

and someone concealing their identity.

The last communication mentions a location

and the time, four o'clock in Jozsefvaros. That's in 20 minutes.

And what do you want me to do? I need resources, squad cars.

If I'm right, if Kamilla Agoston is nothing but distraction...

We've been preparing for this day for weeks.

Zsofia, I know I have no power here.

But every bone in my body tells me something is going to happen.

OK, I'll send a squad car. One car? Major, you don't understand!

One squad car. Tell me where now or this offer expires.

Nadine, it's me.

If you get this, just please call me. Just call me.

Oh, hi. Hello. Hello. Are you Mr Baptiste? Yes.

Major Arslan said you need help?

Er... Well, yes, I...

What's the problem?

Mr Baptiste, Major Arslan said you needed help,

but there's nothing here.

And we have another call. Five more minutes, we wait.

If nothing happens, then you go.

We have waited long enough.

Get down, get down!

Get down! Down!

Stay down!

Look out!

We move!

Emma! Emma!

Emma!

You left her! How could you leave her?!

We have to go back! We have to go back!

Emma.

Julien!

Emma, where are you hurt? No...

It will be OK. We'll find you help. No, no, no, no!

No!

No!

My boy! My boy.

My boy.