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Giving CPR to Stayin' Alive is the only way to prevent certain death?

That's how you get the rhythm right.

Get back!

He doesn't speak and he hasn't for two years.

Laura.

You see the news?

The shit on our street is finally getting cleaned up.

What Gomorrah says means something to me.

For the first time in my life,

it's like someone's actually talking to me.

Will Chambers recorded a video.

He planned to be a martyr after another attack.

You're probably wondering what today was about,

why all that blood was shed, why all those people had to die.

More people will die.

Only your son knows how and where.

Will lied to us. He led us along.

Kamilla Agoston, she's not Gomorrah.

Well, then, who is?

Who else told us what we wanted to hear,

played us so they could buy time until they got away?

Andras Juszt.

He's Gomorrah.

This must be hard for you.

Can you hear me?

Not so loud unless you want me killed.

If she knows where Gomorrah is keeping my son,

I need you to find out.

What's he doing? What's happening?

We are losing signal.

We need to go in.

Please, just two minutes.

Your earpiece failed.

You shouldn't have got it on sale, then.

How long can this go on for?

Until we find Will Chambers.

Then you'll let me walk away?

That's our arrangement.

What's that?

I drew you.

Like one of my French girls.

Be a good dog, then.

What's happening?

Go! Go, go, go! Go!

What did you tell them?

Nothing. I didn't say anything.

Nothing? Nothing.

What?

I made a video about our next attack.

It was just I-I wanted people to understand, you know,

if I didn't come back.

I never asked you to make a recording, now, did I?

Do you understand what we're doing here, boy?

What we're going to do will make Jozsefvaros look

like the fucking teddy bears' picnic. Do you understand that, boy?

It will piss on it. Do you understand?

Yes. Of course I do.

Of course I do.

You did great.

I'm telling you.

That's because you know by now that you can trust me, right?

I've kept you safe all this time, haven't I?

What is it?

Nothing.

Say it.

Don't be scared.

I know how this ends.

The same way it did for Alex.

Your brother was a hero.

The honour I show him every single month, it got me caught,

but I don't give a shit.

He deserves our respect.

Listen...

Listen to me, Will.

What we are going to do...

Nothing's going to happen to you.

We'll make sure of it.

You say that, but I still don't know what we're doing.

What are we doing here?

Today...

Today you will.

Today? Yeah.

Maybe it's time.

Maybe it's time for you to become the person you can be.

Let's not be late.

Hello.

They are gone.

Will has escaped.

Zsofia, we need your help.

What do you expect me to do?

The police won't listen to me, they might to you.

There must be someone we trust. And what do I say?

Another attack is planned. Another Jozsefvaros.

More people will die.

But where? When?

How am I supposed...? Find... Find Will Chambers.

Find Andras Juszt.

That's the only way to stop this.

Blame me.

Tell them you didn't know about Andras until this moment.

Just find someone in the department who will listen.

OK. OK, I will try.

Call me back.

He was here.

I held his hand.

If I hadn't...

You're his mother. Find me a parent who wouldn't have done the same.

What now?

Why did he go to that farmhouse to collect the money?

So far away from anything.

To know, we'd have to drive all the way out there and see

if we can find something.

Yeah.

Unless you have a better idea.

There's nothing here.

We don't know that.

I think it was just a...

..a convenient place...

..for them to leave the money.

Somewhere remote.

Where Will and Kamilla couldn't be seen.

If you feel we are wasting our time, I can continue alone.

No.

Go on, say what you're thinking.

I'm going to tell the truth about Alex.

People should know what he did.

You are asking me or you are telling me?

It's the look in people's eyes when they talk about Will or Alex.

Poor me.

My children seem to have disappeared into thin air,

my husband was shot by a lunatic,

and my daughter was murdered.

"Isn't she brave? How does she cope?"

But it isn't the truth, is it?

My sons are not victims, are they?

He killed people.

Alex made a choice to...

People should know.

And then your conscience will be clean.

I didn't say that. So why do it?

What reason is there to tell this to the world? Why now?

I'll keep your name out of it.

You cannot make that promise.

This is not about you, Julien.

I'm the one who lied about your son!

And I'm the one who shot him...

..shot him dead.

How can you dare to say this is not about me?

Well, just let's keep looking, then.

I'm fine.

Zsofia said there were no cars in the area when your son was here.

So he arrived on foot from somewhere near here, presumably.

Right.

Middle of nowhere.

He came from that direction.

Well, there is sod all around here.

Oh, just... There is a building.

Just about a mile from here. Doesn't say what it is, though.

Yes. Let's find out.

And let's hope the police will listen to Zsofia.

Hello.

Quick reflexes, Nicholas.

Didn't see you yesterday.

You look tired. No sleep last night?

Try sleeping under a waterfall. It's noisy as hell.

Try sleeping in the refugee centre.

I think maybe you should move on now.

What on Earth?

What does it say?

It's an abattoir.

Or at least that's what it used to be.

Now it looks like they're using it as a refugee centre.

Christ, I've never even heard of this place.

I started to lose count of them.

They leave their homes and their country

and then find themselves in a building of this kind.

Human nature knows no bounds.

OK, people, take. Take some.

Take what you need, OK?

Leave some for others.

Could you tell me something - do you recognise this boy?

You're not allowed in here.

Please, the photo.

You know him?

I do not know him, but I've seen him.

Where?

He volunteers here. He's inside right now.

The shootings in Jozsefvaros - you heard of them, I take it?

It could be happening again right now inside your centre.

My name is Emma Chambers.

I'm the former British ambassador to Hungary.

Ring the embassy if you want to waste time,

otherwise you can make us your supervisor's problem.

Merde. Merde. Zsofia, it's Baptiste.

You need to call me back.

I'm at a refugee centre at Zseroyaly Ter.

Will Chambers is here, working as a volunteer.

I believe this is the place where the next attack

is supposed to happen.

He's inside right now.

We need your help.

For fuck's sake. There's no-one here with any authority.

This man's in charge, he's only been in the job four months.

Who is he calling?

He's calling his boss, who will call his boss,

who may or may not call the embassy.

But you told them. You told them what this is, that he's inside.

No, I told him we were street dance artists.

What the fuck do you think I told him?

They will listen when the sound of guns firing starts up again.

Then you will listen!

And it will be too late!

Do you understand?

It will be too late.

Thank you for this.

People, they don't care.

Some don't care at all.

Some, they care too much.

This is true.

Where I'm from, too.

What does that mean?

It means you should get inside.

The weather's turning.

Hey!

The valve was jammed. It should be working now.

"Thanks" is the word you're looking for.

This... This is all wrong.

Why would your son be volunteering here

if this place is to be another Jozsefvaros?

Access, I suppose.

No. Security here is minimal.

Access would be obtained as easily with a gun.

What are you saying?

Whatever is happening here, it's more complicated than we thought.

This is just a part of a greater whole.

We need to get inside and find out.

We need Zsofia to answer.

Why isn't she calling us back?

We need her.

He's looking at us.

Maybe he likes us.

He doesn't like us.

Give me the photo.

Excuse me?

Your friend, Colonel Katalin Kovacs, just ordered me to help you.

So, fine, I'll help.

I can't let you in, but I can ask for you.

You get everything?

Everything I could find, yeah.

What?

Nothing.

It's just that centre.

God, I've been in there so many times.

Into that stink.

Thought you were used to it.

I'm just tired. I'm tired of being kept in the dark all the time.

It's better that you don't... Yeah, it's better that I don't know.

I heard you.

I don't know why...

Why am I going into their rooms and taking their shit?

Why are we scared of them coming at us with...

..with rolling pins and pots and pans?

Cos everybody's a hero.

And if they're really lucky, somebody's there to film it,

and they get to be more than that.

We want this to count.

I have given this everything.

This whole thing.

I just don't... I...

I don't understand.

The visit with your mother is making you ask questions, right?

Whatever it was she said to you, it doesn't matter.

We're close to the end now.

I know.

Maybe that's what makes it so hard. Yeah.

I know.

It's hard for me, too.

It's the hardest thing.

He's seen the boy.

He comes in here one or two times a week

with the volunteers. They help out in here.

For how long?

A couple of months, maybe.

What do you know of him outside of this place?

Nothing.

You have no idea where he lives?

Wherever it is, it is near a waterfall.

There's a waterfall on this map a short ride from here,

through the woods.

I'm worried your boy is in danger.

Why do you say that?

To have worked here for so long and for nothing to have happened,

Andras has something else in store.

It's not fair. Ah!

Nothing is.

Uh.

Don't push back. Ah.

This is you doing your part.

They're going to find you... Ah!

..surrounded by these pathetic weapons,

and their bloody fingerprints will be all over them.

The poor immigrants you were trying to help

turned on you like the animals they are.

Ah!

Ahh.

Ah!

And beat you to a bloody pulp.

The last surviving family member of the ambassador is finally found.

Brutally murdered by a pack of wolves.

Wolves who had no reason to be there in the first place.

This is what they want to hear, Will.

This is their call to arms.

It's somewhere near here.

What's that?

That's him. There.

Go!

I know where you are!

You saw me, old man.

Oh, God.

Will.

Oh, God. Will.

Oh, darling.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Staying alive. Staying alive.

Staying alive.

Staying alive.

Staying alive.

Uh, uh, uh.

Staying alive.

Staying alive.

Uh, uh, uh.

Oh, my darling. Darling. Darling.

Oh, there you are.

There you are, my boy.

Oh, have you seen this?

Recordings of conversations between Andras Juszt

and Kamilla Agoston have been leaked.

I'm guessing Andras is trying to shift blame.

You know, strike a deal.

The conversations imply that Kamilla knew all about the shootings

at Jozsefvaros, that she was involved.

Do you think that's true?

Andras had an entire hostage video faked.

He's good at getting people to believe

what he wants them to believe, so God knows.

Are you sure about this?

Course not. I'm never sure.

Everything will change, you know.

You're just worried this is going to come back on you.

Of course I am.

I'm not too stupid to realise it won't,

and I'm not too stupid to realise you won't change your mind either.

I don't know, I've known you for a while, you're pretty bloody stupid.

It'll be everywhere.

A story like this.

Yeah, I know.

Erm...

My name is Emma Chambers.

I'm the former ambassador here in Hungary.

I'm here because...

..I lied about something a while ago.

I regret that.

I'm ashamed to tell you...

..that my son...

..Alex Chambers...

..was one of the gunmen on the streets of Jozsefvaros that day.

One of the so-called Demons in the Daylight, as the papers called them.

A few years back...

..my middle child, my daughter Laura...

..was murdered in our own house...

..by a drug addict who also happened to be an immigrant.

And that is what defined him in my son's eyes.

Now, I-I am not...

I'm not defending what he did...

..on the streets of Jozsefvaros.

It was a hate crime...

..executed by an extremist.

A terrorist who...

..happens to be my flesh and blood.

My heart goes out to all the family and friends of those lost...

..that day on the streets of Jozsefvaros.

I'm sorry. I am so...

..so very sorry.

I'm happy to answer any questions if anybody has any.

I was thinking...

..we should go again.

You want to do another round?

I thought we were done with IVF.

Yes. I may be a realist, but I'm a hopeful one.

I'm sorry.

What is it?

My approval ratings...

..they've gone up.

Well, that was not what I was expecting.

So, people think you knew about the attack in Jozsefvaros

and your numbers have gone up.

Maybe fewer people believe the press than we thought.

Or maybe they like what I have to say.

Why did you want to meet out here?

Hospitals...

..I've seen too many of their ceilings.

How is he?

He's still in a coma.

He could wake up, he could not.

But even if he does...

..what happens then? I still have to...

..find him.

I just hope that he's in there somewhere

in a dark corner of his brain.

He will be there.

Where did you go? I was trying to get in touch with you last week.

To see my son, Niels.

In a prison in the Netherlands.

Well, he wears his own demons.

I saw your press conference.

Ah, yes.

Well, I-I hope it doesn't mean that you...

I think it was very brave of you to do this.

Or cowardly, perhaps.

I should have done it much sooner.

Bad timing.

We are all guilty of that.

It's done, that's what matters.

No, what matters is that you are doing something,

that you are moving forward.

Yeah. Where there's wheelchair access.

But that is true.

You haven't blinked or broken stride for a moment

since you were put in that chair.

That's why your son is alive today.

Doesn't matter what is in our way when we see what lies before us.

We are healed when we're suffering only by experiencing it to the full.

Perhaps suffering is the prize of progress.

If that word even means the same thing to anybody any more.

Unfortunately, these days, we are all on such different paths.

The word progress has taken on a new meaning.

For some it means going back.

Back towards a place we thought we would never return.

Back towards chaos.

It's all a mess.

And that is also true.

Maybe I should think I'm lucky.

I suppose life isn't going to get any worse than it's got for me.

Short of the lump I haven't yet found.

Oh.

Thank you.

No. No need to thank me.

I have a son.

As you do.

Yes. And a wife.

Why are you here? Why aren't you back with her?

Because all I bring her is pain.

Well, bring her something else, for God's sake.

Show her what she means to you.

I tried to speak with her, but...

..we were too long in silence.

It's too late.

When we lost Laura, I shut down and Will shut down...

..and we all fell apart, all of us.

We just buckled under the...

..weight of it.

But here we are.

He's asleep next door...

..and he's alive.

It's never too late.

Well, I wish I shared your optimism.

With respect and gratitude, Mr Baptiste,

I hope I never have any reason to see you again.

Ooh.

Here.

It's the same one, isn't it?

How did you even find it?

OK.

I should go.

Um...

..you, erm... You can stay.

If you like.

For a drink?

You're sure?

Mm-hm.

OK.