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It won't bring her back. Do you think I'm not aware of that?

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.

This recording is nothing but distraction. It's a fake.

We have got to find the body of my son

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

I don't just turn up out of the blue after 14 months

and start asking questions, you understand?

Gomorrah will know where to find Will.

Where's Julien? He wandered off, muttering about a window.

Just go! Go, go, go after them!

Kamilla Agoston is giving a speech. I believe she is a distraction.

Get down!

Stay down!

Hey!

Hey!

Here!

My name is Julien Baptiste.

I've been working with your department with Major Zsofia Arslan.

I fired twice.

I shot one of the gunmen.

The other one got away.

We will need a full statement. I will come down to the station.

I just need...

Mr Baptiste? I'm fine, I'm fine.

Emma?

I'm sorry.

What are you sorry for? You haven't done anything.

You called me, right before it happened.

I didn't have my phone, and...

..by the time I saw, I...

It doesn't matter.

The doctors told me... that you're... Yes, I'm paralysed.

I'm so sorry.

You don't have to be sorry.

Like I said, I don't care.

My son is dead.

Why should I care what my legs can or cannot do?

The police said they found Alex's body at the scene.

"Now, I am become death...

"..the destroyer of worlds." Oppenheimer.

That's what he said...

..when he saw the atom bomb he'd built, explode for the first time...

..when he saw what his creation could do.

I created Alex...

..and Alex created all this.

Emma, what...

What happened?

Julien Baptiste told the police that one of the gunmen got away.

It was Alex.

Christ!

I heard they found his body. I didn't...

I had no idea. It'll all come out soon enough.

Maybe not.

I already asked the police to keep his name out of the press.

I thought you could do without the shit.

That recording...

..he was supposed to be dead,

and then he just popped up in the middle of...

There's no proof of anything in all this chaos.

I can help make sure no-one ever knows, if that's how you want it.

But we'll know, won't we?

You brought flowers.

Why do people bring flowers?

So they can see something good - something beautiful, I suppose.

Go back to where you came from! This is our city!

You see the news?

The shit on our street is finally getting cleaned up!

She told me what you did.

I did nothing.

It's what I did not do.

She's lost so much.

I know.

I'm just saying... it was good of you.

That's why you are here?

You want to make sure I won't change my mind,

I won't tell the world what her son did? That's not what I'm saying.

You've been running things at the embassy, no?

And if a British national were found to have been involved...

This isn't about the embassy!

In all honesty, I couldn't care less about that shit.

I just want to know, for Emma's sake.

If this is going to come out, she needs to be prepared.

It will remain between us.

You can be sure of that.

Thank you.

The press are outside - a whole flock of the bastards.

I saw. They're clamouring for the name of the man who shot the gunman.

The hero of Jozsefvaros, they're calling him.

Why is there a need for a hero where there is a tragedy?

So people can see something good. There is nothing good here.

I should go. Um... If there's anyone I can call - your wife, or...? No.

How can I? How can I tell her what I've done? He was just a boy.

You didn't have a choice.

I chose to come here.

It was all I had left, my work...

..to help find the things that were lost. And now I'm...

I don't know where to go, what to do.

Maybe you need to talk to someone. There's someone I could perhaps...

No. That's the problem - I cannot talk to anyone.

There is nothing left to say.

They lost the van.

Oh! Oh, God!

Without Andras, how are we going to find my son?

Oh, fuck!

What is this?

I'm calling the police.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

They're on their way.

Perhaps that is just as well - you have a known murderer in this house.

Andras! Andras! Where are you?

Kamilla, what's going on?

Who's here? Andras!

I've called the police.

Julien Baptiste, right? The hero of Jozsefvaros.

The police are on their way, so you need to leave.

Where is he? The man I saw enter this house - Andras Juszt.

I don't know what you're talking about.

I'm talking about the mask I found in your basement -

the mask worn by Gomorrah. It's just a mask.

This mask you have downstairs is the very same one as the one

worn by Gomorrah, the one he wore in his recordings!

Am I using an incorrect pronoun?

My party does not condone Gomorrah or their actions...

Do you think I'm a fool?

There is smoke, there is fire, and here we are.

The last Gomorrah recording showed the same window as the one

you have downstairs, the same crack right down its centre!

Do you try and pretend to me this too is coincidence? Enough!

My wife was home alone,

and you break in, you bring these ridiculous accusations...

Where is the boy? Where is Will Chambers?

I suggest that you leave, unless you want to spend the night in a cell.

I'm fine right where I am. The police are on their way, you say?

So let us wait for them.

Come on.

Look, right down the centre of that window -

you will see it on the recording. And Andras Juszt was in this house.

Tell them! Tell them Andras Juszt was there! He was!

And you saw him too, Madam. I saw him bundled into a van. What?

I didn't get the licence plate,

but we have a description of the van and where it was.

We have to find that van before they kill Andras. Stop. There's no point.

We know each other. This is my old boss.

When did the head of the Criminal Investigation Office

start making house calls?

Let us talk down at the station, before any more people

decide to turn up.

Come on.

You know, I just can't believe that they still wear

that mask at that stupid festival.

I just can't believe that they're still allowed to, after...

The things we do in the name of tradition.

You know, there was a time human sacrifice was among them.

I knew the department was rotten...

..but this...

Do you know the story behind the masks?

No.

Well, during the Ottoman occupation,

some people from a town just south of here -

they fled their homes and they were hiding in the nearby swamps.

And one night, an old man appeared out of nowhere and told them

not to be afraid and that everything would come good and they would get

back to their homes, but first they must prepare for the battle to come,

that they should carve weapons and make scary masks and wait.

The man appeared again and told them to put on their masks,

go back to their homes and make as much noise as they possibly could.

So, between the storm and the masks and the noise they made,

the Ottomans thought they were being attacked by demons,

so they ran away.

The people got their homes back.

How fitting it is that fear must wear a mask.

I used to tell that story to Laura when we first got here.

She was absolutely fascinated by it, for some reason.

Sorry. No. No, no.

So? So Mrs Agoston has decided not to press charges.

Are you serious?

You are to go within no more than 200 metres of Mrs Agoston

from now on.

If you do, the conversation we have will be very different to the one

we are having right now. We saw Andras Juszt in their house!

Then you should have brought him in.

The man is wanted for the most serious of crimes

and yet you did not call. You catch this kind of fish,

you do not throw it back into the ocean - you keep it in a box.

You understand? Actually, I had some larger considerations.

I was trying to find my son. Then you should try somewhere else.

We have to find Will. We can't give up. No! No, no, no, no, no!

But Zsofia... I've swallowed enough shit now to last me two lifetimes.

You have any idea how humiliating that was? What of it?

What does it matter, as long as we continue to look for... Enough! OK?

This is enough.

We should move. It will keep us warm. Oh!

What are you grinning about?

I've always wondered what would happen if I were to

leave my phone recording in a room, once I had left it.

Julien?

What would I hear spoken about in my absence? Julien, what have you done?

You were the ambassador at the British Embassy,

so I know you aren't stupid. I'm no threat to you. Just look at me.

But perhaps I am to you, if you really believe me to be Gomorrah.

My secret identity - is that what you think it is, like Batman?

I just want to talk to you. I lost my son...

No, I lost my entire family, which you know, of course.

Come in.

Thank you.

So... So? I just wanted to apologise for last night.

You said that you saw Andras Juszt enter my house. Did you lie? No.

And yet you are here, apologising. I'm British.

I'm married to one, myself.

Well, you'll know our insatiable desire to remain polite

in the face of Armageddon.

It's funny, isn't it?

Well, it's not funny, but when your life has become such a mess...

..when it's in pieces, somehow, it feels like you have to try

and stitch it together again, even the bits that don't make sense.

Alex is gone, Will's been missing for over a year,

and I am this close to losing it altogether.

I understand, and I'm sorry for all that you've lost.

I couldn't have a cup of tea, could I? Just, my bones need defrosting.

Of course.

How do you like it? Just some milk will be fine.

I just saw this on the way in and I had to look at it.

I'm obsessed with people's wedding photos. Yeah.

Just before ours, we had this row, you know,

about the mother-in-law, you know, one of those.

Ha!

But you'd never know to look at the photo with the looks on our faces.

So, I-I always wonder, when I see other people's wedding photos,

what the hell they're actually saying to each other,

whether they're saying how awkward they feel or how they hate

having their picture taken, you know, what lie are they telling?

There were no arguments.

As I recall, we were very much in love.

Ah. I don't think that you came to talk about my wedding pictures.

Whatever it is you wanted to ask, ask.

I just want to know where my son is, or if he's safe, or is he OK?

Can you tell me that, at least? I'm not who you think I am.

They told me about your injuries.

Yeah, well, I'm alive, aren't I?

Why did you lie about Alex?

I didn't ask you to do that.

I know, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

No. He killed people.

He went out and he got a gun and he shot innocent people.

My son did that.

Lying about it doesn't change it.

I thought it would spare you in some small way.

Bollocks!

You didn't do that for me. You didn't come to that hotel for me.

You did all of this for you, for your redemption.

I was simply trying to help you.

You thought that somehow you could make amends

for your daughter by taking my case. Well, you can't!

Your conscience is not my responsibility, Mr Baptiste.

Go home!

I understand.

I understand why you're angry with me. God!

If I am angry, it's because now, if I tell the truth about Alex,

I have to let the whole world know about what he did.

His own mother.

Or else, I have to shut my mouth and nod and smile

when friends say how sorry they are for me,

and how hard it must be for me, not knowing where he is.

You put that on me!

Will is still out there.

We can still try to... Why are you doing this?!

Do you think if you can find him, it'll bring back your daughter?

This is not about her.

I can try.

I can try to find your son, your other boy. It's my job.

You killed him, Mr Baptiste.

I know you had to,

and I know...

..it would have been someone else if it wasn't you.

But he was my son.

He was my son.

Oui?

Baptiste?

Julien Baptiste?

I'm sorry.

I still understand your language better than I speak it,

but then, everybody speaks English, don't they, nowadays?

And if they don't,

they should do, don't you think?

You should be careful, round here,

walking around like that.

Yeah, it's changed, hasn't it?

You're probably too young to remember what it used to be like.

Good people moved here, honest souls. Then...

..THEY started moving in.

Now you can't go a block without the stink of their food.

And people like you and me, WE'RE the odd ones out.

WE'RE not welcome.

You should be more careful in future.

It's not your country, either.

And when the rot sets in,

it just spreads and spreads like...

..gangrene.

And when that happens,

the only thing left to do is cut it out, isn't it?

Give me your wallet.

You can have what's in there,

or you can listen to what I've got to say

and make ten times that much.

There's another letter.

- Excuse me? - Another fucking letter.

Crantham Limited,

your name, our address.

Look, I've asked them not to...

I don't want to know what you're doing.

I just don't want it anywhere near me!

You're not screwing up my campaign.

All right, look, just calm down, love.

We've talked about this.

It takes one piece of bullshit like this

and everything I'm doing is over.

Do you understand that?! Look, I've told you, it is fine.

You're worrying about nothing.

So what did Zsofia say?

We were wrong, it seems. Kamilla Agoston is not Gomorrah.

Her husband Michael is.

Jesus.

Then he knows where Will is.

That conversation we heard between Michael and Kamilla...

I was just transcribing it now.

Do you think that's what they're talking about?

That Kamilla knows what Michael is doing as Gomorrah?

I don't know, but...

..I can think of one way to find out.

Sorry. Sorry, you know how it is. Trying to leave the office,

everyone's always got one more thing. It's fine.

I'd have had you up, but... Yeah.

How have you been?

You know, usual.

I'm...

..sorry I haven't seen you in a while. I've...

Are you OK? Yeah, of course.

I shouldn't have asked you.

I shouldn't have put you in that position.

I am sorry if I've just, you know,

made you uncomfortable or... Please...

..any compunction... ..don't apologise.

I'm the one who should be saying sorry to you.

You called me before the attack.

I told you I didn't pick up because I didn't see your calls, but...

..I did.

And then I turned up while you were lying in bed,

with flowers, like they're going to help.

What would you have done?

I'd have told you that me and Julien Baptiste

were heading towards God knows what.

You might have believed me

that the police had got it wrong, or you might not.

Either way, those people would have died.

All I have left is finding out what happened to Will.

Blaming ourselves isn't going to change anything.

Yeah.

I've told myself that, too.

Plenty of times.

Doesn't help.

Maybe this will.

This is everything we have on Kamilla's husband,

on that company he mentioned, Crantham Limited. Yes.

Quite a set-up he's got for that company.

Unlike his construction business, it's registered in England.

If you didn't know where to look,

there's almost nothing that leads back to Michael as the owner.

He's done his best to keep his name out of it.

That section made for interesting reading, I thought.

Transfer of shares. Mm.

I consider it very interesting.

We know his secret now, and desperate men will talk.

What if you're wrong?

Let's hope I'm not.

The office told you I only have a few minutes, yeah?

Thank you. We appreciate your time.

Yes, so we won't beat around the bush.

We know what you've been doing. And what's that, then?

After the shootings in Jozsefvaros, the eighth district never recovered.

Every week brought firebombing and looting and beating.

Even though those with nowhere else to go began to leave.

It became a no-man's land.

But then, after six months of this,

your construction company made an offer.

You bought up most of the eighth district for next to nothing.

Yeah. I saw an opportunity... No, it's an opportunity you created.

We know about Crantham.

Excuse me?

There are payments from that company to a man called Viktor.

A company you own, despite your attempts to conceal that fact.

Viktor was implicated in an attack

which killed a police officer's father,

Major Zsofia Arslan's father.

Viktor was never tried, but a friend of his was.

You paid for the lawyer and he walked free.

Did you order the murder of Major Arslan's father,

or was it the murder that gave you the idea?

Create enough chaos to drive the prices down in this area,

enough for you to make a good profit?

I am busy.

So excuse me if I don't listen to this shit.

We have proof of your ownership of Crantham Limited.

We have a copy of the financial records,

erm, if you'd like to take a look.

Well, any way that you got that information was illegal.

So you have no case. Neither do we need one.

But if this information were to reach the press, then...

..I would think about it.

What do you want? My son.

What makes you think I know where he is?

There is a young man Major Arslan spoke to,

a young man who saw you talking with Viktor.

Viktor told him...

..you were Gomorrah.

So now I'm Gomorrah?

Putting on a mask to drive down house prices?

Viktor assumed and I didn't correct him.

That's what I thought.

Yeah. If you were Gomorrah, you...

..you wouldn't take the risk to make, eh, traceable bank payments

to known provocateurs.

Which leaves your wife.

She knows where Emma's son is.

Doesn't she?

I don't know anything, all right?

I can't help you. Listen, Sir.

I suggest you try,

if you don't want your business dealings to end up in the papers.

Once a week she gets up at the crack of dawn with a face like thunder.

I don't know where she goes and I don't want to know.

I-I...

..is that it?

Follow her.

Or...

..don't follow her.

That's all I know.

Hello? 'Hi.'

'So, how's the case going?'

'We are close. Making progress. So...'

Right, well you have, erm,

letters, you have bills, you have statements.

I mean, shit, this isn't my problem any more,

and yet somehow it is.

I understand. Just, eh, just forward them to me.

All you had to do was one simple thing.

To talk.

Yeah? The thing you did so much of,

and yet you can't, can you?

Anyhow, I thought, erm,

our marriage meant more to you than your job.

How wrong I was.

Celia.. Celia... I, eh...

You what?

'Eh, no...'

I, eh...

Nothing.

'I'm nothing.'

You're not nothing.

You're not nothing, Julien.

You're the hero of Jozsefvaros.

You're St John the Baptist, you're Hercule-fucking-Poirot.

'You're all these things...

'And yet, to me, maybe you're right.'

You...

You're nothing.

You look different.

I feel different.

How can Michael have no idea who his wife's meeting

all the way out here?

She leaves the house every week at dawn looking miserable,

but he doesn't say a word.

Sometimes it's easier not to ask questions.

- It's OK if I...? - Yes, of course. Go.

Who are you?

Stop!

Julien!

Oh, my...

Will, love...!