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...now fear
that something has gone terribly amiss.

Austrian officials fear
the absolute worst.

The hijackers have lowered
the blinds on the plane.

We've heard or seen nothing
since that initial communication.

We know that they've killed
a flight attendant.

The terrorism experts
I'm speaking with say

it would've been impossible
for a small group of jihadists

to have staged this hijacking
on their own.

-(man grunting)
-(passengers gasp, murmur)

Heads down! Everyone, down!

-Everyone, down!
-(woman sobbing)

-Down!
-(baby crying)

Quiet!

-Quiet down! -(man panting)
-(audio filtered)

Quiet down.

Quiet!

(kids crying, whimpering)

Down!

-(phones ringing)
-(urgent chatter)

...here in Vienna
appears to have taken

what we fear is the most tragic
development of this situation.

(chatter continues)

Hostages have been killed alongside...

They just posted a video
from inside the plane on the Internet.

-(audio clicking)
-(plane alarm beeping)

Now is the time we send our message.

You brought this upon yourselves.

We speak for all victims around the world.

We speak in the language of the powerless.

Just as your missiles
continue to strike our people,

-we will strike back.
-(crying)

Allahu Akbar.

Allahu Akbar.

The Austrians say they're dead.

The hijackers, the passengers, crew.

Everyone.

(elevator bell dings)

Celia!

They've opened the books
on Flight 127 back at Langley.

(cup clinking)

-No one wants to open that can of worms.
-(drink pours)

Not after eight years.

Headquarters feels differently.

We've done this already.

What went wrong,
what could we have done better.

We've been blaming ourselves ever since.

They caught Ilyas Shishani.

Three weeks ago in Afghanistan.

He said the hijackers had help
from inside our station here in Vienna.

We believe him?

Headquarters believes him.

That's the only thing that matters.

Send me.

If anyone can get the truth
out of Ilyas, it's me.

He's dead, Henry.

Wasn't in any shape to be interrogated.

Somebody made a mistake.

Did we at least get a name from him?

(sighs)

(traffic passing, horns honking)

We need to close the books
on Flight 127 once and for all.

Find out if we had a mole in our station.

That's a Tehran number.

From Bill's phone.

Bill wasn't the only one
using that extension.

You know that.

HENRY (whispers):
Hi.

Hi, beautiful.

And if it's her,

you still carrying the torch
for Celia Harrison?

It's Celia Favreau now.

Husband and two kids.

-(cell phone chimes)
-(newscast playing quietly)

Besides, no torch burns eight years,
not without oxygen.

Think she'll even talk to you?

-We could send Mack to California.
-Everything all right?

He won't know if she's lying.

Uh...

-(keys jangling)
-Ballet class.

Running late again.

Will you?

Isn't that why you're sending me?

Bill's in London, right?

Correct.

I'll talk to him first,
then I'll see about California.

(seagulls calling)

(car engine roaring)

(line ringing)

(man speaking indistinctly over phone)

(talking quietly)

(phone vibrates)

So, if it does turn out to be true...

...what do you want me to do?

We can't afford the embarrassment
of a prosecution.

I need to know the man I send
can do what's necessary.

You gonna say it?

No, Henry, I'm not.

(wind howling)

(line ringing)

-(line clicks)
-Treble.

TREBLE (over phone):
Piccolo, how are you?

We still on?

Carmel-by-the-Sea. I'm here.

There's a chance it won't be necessary.

I'll clear it with you beforehand.

All you have to do is say yes or no.

(car locks click)

-(quiet chatter)
-(gentle piano music playing)

-Reservation?
-Yeah. I'm early, though.

-Name?
-Favreau.

I can seat you now if you'd like.

I'll wait at the bar.

Vodka martini. You have Tito's?

Uh, sorry, we only serve wine.

Really?

-Wine country. -Sure.
-(paper slides across bar)

Um...

let's try something very cold.

Uh, white or ros�?

Dry.

(man coughing)

Henry.

Celia.

It's been a long time.

It has.

You got gray.

-(chuckles): I did.
-It looks good.

You look...

exactly the same.

C-Come here.

(kissing)

Thanks for coming.

Shall we?

(moans)

It's a nice spot.

Yeah.

You can't get a table on weekends.

But the middle of the week,
it's dependably dead.

How is Carmel-by-the-Sea?

Hmm? Indulging your love of the elderly?

You've done it.

You left everything behind.

Yeah.

This is not Vienna.

I've noticed.

This tastes funny.

This is your soy milk, isn't it?

It's arsenic.

(laughing)

-(phone vibrates)
-(kisses)

You busy today?

Oh.

-Shit. Yeah.
-(sighs)

(groans):
Vick.

Vick has me looking into
money laundering stuff.

-Bankers.
-Oh, yeah.

Right?

Can you have some breakfast?

Bankers get up early.

I guess I need to go, too.

-Mm-mm.
-Mm-hmm.

To what?

To old friends.

Aw, you can do better than that.

(chuckles softly) Okay.

To old lovers.

(Henry laughs)

How's the office?

Same as ever.

Vick runs it like a fiefdom.
You know that.

-So you're still on the street?
-No, no.

Entirely air-conditioned now.

Mm. Who'd have thought?

Henry Pelham, office drone.

Vick has me looking into Flight 127.

Why?

Too many inconsistencies.

So this is an interview.

I was in Santa Clara,

and driving down was...

I wanted to see you.

But I also have to close the book on this.

I thought you were here to see
if we still had that old spark.

(seagulls calling)

-(horns honking)
-(busy chatter)

-(glasses clinking)
-(lively chatter, laughter)

Bill Compton.

Geez.

(chuckles):
Henry.

What are you doing here?

-You get a transfer?
-No.

-Can I sit?
-Sure, yeah.

(chuckles)

They have me looking into Flight 127.

That's ancient history.

It's done.

-It was, and then it wasn't.
-Huh.

Is this, uh...

This Vick's big idea?

Headquarters.

Right, right.

(Bill chuckles softly)

They caught Ilyas Shishani.

No.

-(laughs): Wow.
-Yeah.

Hey, now, that's a good thing, huh?

-It is.
-Yeah.

-We should order champagne.
-(chuckles)

He said he had help
from inside the station, Bill.

-Our station?
-Mm.

He's lying.

What are you having?

Well, um, uh, it's a single malt.

I'll join you.

-You want anything else?
-No.

Ilyas died before we could get a name.

And now there's an analyst at headquarters
that wants to ride the lie,

thinks we have some soul-searching to do.

(sighs)

We did some pretty serious
soul-searching back then.

Here's the plan, Ce.

I write a fat report, a rococo analysis

of failures and successes,
full of perspectives.

Make the fucker's head spin.

That'll get him off our back.

I'm all yours.

Let me give you a minute to come up with

(whispers):
a suitable cover story.

(door closes)

(screaming)

(gasps)

-(phone vibrating)
-(sighs)

-Yes?
-BILL (over phone): Ce?

(static crackling over phone)

Who is this?

Ce, it's... (chuckles)

It's me. It's Bill.

Bill?

Oh, my God. Is everything okay?

Yeah, no, no, it-it's fine.
You sound good.

I sound confused.

(laughs):
Yeah.

-Where are you?
-London.

Yeah, we moved a year ago.

You hate London.

Yeah, tell me about it.

You know, it-it was for Sally. We...

Oh, Bill.

Listen, do you, um... you got a minute?

Of course.

Look, um, I've been
out of the game a while now,

but, uh, I thought I should call you.

Talk to me.

It's Henry. Henry Pelham.

Go on.

He's here in London.

He's putting me through the wringer.

I just thought I should warn you.

(phone beeps)

Celia Favreau,36 p.m.

(sighs)

For the lady, grilled goat cheese
with bitter leaves,

miso, ginger and pumpkin puree.

For the gentleman, burrata
with cilantro oil, blood orange

and maple-glazed free-range bacon.

Mmm. Fields of bacon running free.

It's a beautiful sight.

(Henry chuckles)

-More wine?
-Yes, please.

Yeah, she's very pretty.

How long are you planning to stay?

You are the only girl
in this town for me, Ce.

Your bacon smells so good.

Live a little.

-No.
-Live a little.

Mmm.

-So good.
-Mmm.

Thank you.

(drink pours)

December 2012.

Paint me Celia's picture.

How far back?

Just tell me the basic stuff.

What happened that day, what you remember
about the station back then.

We can work our way up to 127.

Okay.

Vienna was my second posting.

I'd come off some tough years in Dublin.

Why were they tough?

Well, you know that I lost both my parents

in a car accident when I was in college.

And Dublin was just too slow.

I had too much time to think.

What was Vienna?

It was the ultimate high.

-We collected secrets...
-Thank you.

...sometimes from
the highest echelons of government.

(metal detector beeps)

(metal detector beeps)

Vienna Station up on the fifth floor

-of the U.S. embassy.
-(elevator bell dings)

And our chief then, as now,
Victor Wallinger.

-Morning, chief.
-Good morning, Harrison.

I'll see you at the brief.

I think his greatest talent
was knowing who to bring on the team.

-Leila.
-Good morning, chief.

Good morning.

Flash cable came in from headquarters.

We'll need an assessment
at the morning brief.

Take me through the team.

Leila Maloof, collection management.

You know, she grew up in a war zone.

She had life experience
that none of us had.

(indistinct chatter)

Second in command after Vick
was my dear boss Bill Compton.

He was like a father to me.

-Oh, Bill.
-Good morning.

Scarred from old skirmishes
in Southeast Asia.

Although he probably suffered more
at the hands of his wife Sally.

Probably? That's being generous.

I've had files pulled up
for the CEOs of those banks.

And there was Ernst Pul.

Captain Uptight.

Worked liaison with Austrian intelligence.

And then you'll remember Owen Lassiter.

Mm. Poor Owen.

He ran a team
of code breakers and analysts.

Only lasted a couple of months after 127,

before he found himself a pistol
in the storeroom,

smuggled that home.

And that particular day?

What about my number one?

Henry Pelham.

Clandestine case officer extraordinaire.

The brightest talent
out of the Farm in years.

(indistinct chatter)

They sent you directly to Moscow.

You witnessed the Nord-Ost siege.

Chechen militants took over
the Dubrovka Theater.

Russians pumped gas
into the theater and went in.

Killed nearly all the terrorists.

Well over a hundred hostages, too.

That kind of thing
never leaves you, does it?

Moscow was brutal.

But I liked my job.

And you?

I was living the dream.

I had a boss I adored,
knew I was making a difference.

And I had you.

And then you left.

Then Flight 127 happened.

(quiet chatter)

PILOT (over P.A.):
Ladies and gentlemen, first of all,

I'd like to welcome you all
aboard to TA373,

Flight 1-2-7 to Vienna.

We'll be en route...

It started with a cable
from headquarters at morning briefing.

-You were out in the streets.
-(door closes)

Do the honors, Leila.

"Expect within the next 72 hours

"an airline-related event on a flight
heading to Austria or Germany.

"Departure port uncertain--
Damascus, Beirut, Istanbul possibilities.

"Da'irat Al-Salihoon,

"though primary actors likely recruits
from outside of Somalia.

high."

Da'irat Al-Salihoon--

didn't they split from Al-Shabaab
a couple years ago?

Shabaab weren't devout enough for them.

It's not about devotion.

I was being ironic, Leila.

Al-Shabaab operate locally in Somalia.

Al-Da'irat are international.

They have collaborations
all over the world.

Terrorists in our backyard?

What's our take?

Mm, Germany, maybe, but not Austria.

So what do they want?

Troops out of Afghanistan?

The Austrians only have a handful.

The Germans have
the third largest presence

in NATO's Security Force.

Maybe they want to free
some fellow combatants from jail.

Again, Germany's the one
holding more than its fair share.

But we're talking E.U., remember.

You don't have to land in Berlin
or Frankfurt to speak to the Germans.

What about money?

Not with Tehran bankrolling them.

Then we got the message
from Europol about Ilyas Shishani.

He'd arrived in Barcelona two days before
from Tehran.

What did you know about Ilyas
at this point?

Chechen extremist.

You ran him as a source in Moscow.

He joined a group in Iran
that was already working with Al-Da'irat,

so it wasn't much of a leap
to wonder if he'd arrived for Flight 127.

-But you didn't know for sure?
-No.

None of us knew anything.

Could've been bad intel.

Excuse me, sir.
Could you please remain seated?

(stewardess speaking foreign language)

-(passengers screaming)
-(gunshots)

Everybody, calm!

Stay down!

Then we were called back from lunch.

-(urgent chatter)
-(phones ringing)

-No, no, no, no.
-What's the situation?

The plane landed, then they took it over.

There are six Americans on board,
and they've already

killed a stewardess.

The ambassador's on the phone
with the minister of foreign affairs.

We're scrambling a task force upstairs.

-Who's talking to them?
-No one.

They issued their demands
by calling a local TV station,

closed the blinds
and cut off all communication.

-Do we know who they are?
-Leila.

The Turks have I.D.'d four:
Suleiman Wahed, Saudi;

Beslan Abdulayev, Chechen;

Omar Samatar Ali, Somali;
and Nadif Dalmar Guleed, also Somali.

We've got their passport photos
but not a lot more.

They've separated the children.

They did what?

Nine children
between ages five and twelve.

They're in the front as human shields.

(whispers):
My God.

What are their demands?

Five prisoner releases--
two here in Austria, three in Germany.

We have 24 hours.

What's the likelihood of the Austrians
and Germans giving in?

We're still waiting to hear
from Merkel's people.

The assessment is that she'll fold.

So we don't know, huh?

God, fucking politicians.

What we do know is that Ilyas Shishani
is in Europe and may be coordinating this.

All right, time to shake up our networks.

Bill, Celia, that's you.

Ernst, call in some favors
with the Austrians.

Owen, cut through the chatter,
find out what they're planning next.

-Sir.
-And, Leila, I want you to dig deeper

-into each one of these assholes.
-Yes, chief.

-(phone vibrates)
-Hold on one second.

-Yeah, Vick?
-Change of plan.

I got to go.

Got 24 hours.

Um, do we know
anything more about it or no?

Ilyas Shishani might be involved.

I'll talk to my sources.

Your family is connected.
What are they saying?

I don't know anything.

Tahar?

Is there another cell operating right now?

Can we expect other hijackings?

What are their capabilities? Anything.

I told you.
I don't know anything about it.

Conversation at the mosque?

You want to hear that people
are taking sides?

Of course they are.

(car horn blaring in distance)

(tires squeal in distance)

A few of the young ones are
packing their bags. Headed for Syria.

So Al-Da'irat is talking to
people here in Vienna?

I don't know.

Can you give me names?

It's too dangerous.

His name is Ilyas Shishani.

We think he might be here in Vienna.

-I don't know this man.
-Look harder.

-(begins speaking)
-People are gonna die, Tahar.

I don't know this man.

Is there anyone else I can talk to?

-I'm sorry.
-(Henry sighs)

(phone vibrates)

(urgent chatter)

(phones ringing)

-What's the word?
-I got nothing.

At least not yet.

They're slamming doors in my face.

What about your man Ilyas Shishani?

Either they don't know
or they're not telling me.

Maybe we have to start asking
the Austrians to break down some doors.

-(busy chatter)
-(man speaking foreign language over TV)

How are you?

Uh, I talked with eight people
in the last three hours.

No one's saying anything.

They don't know who to trust.

They seem scared.

Even my regulars aren't talking.

I'm in touch with the Muslim
Women's Foundation downtown.

-I'll see if they've got any leads.
-Mm.

Henry, Ce,

we have contact with the plane.

(dishes clinking softly)

So why here?

Carmel.

I'm sure you could've chosen
anyplace in the world.

Good schools?

Drew's idea?

It was as far away from the Agency
as I could get.

Well, you got out clean.

No one got out clean after 127.

No, you're right.

You know, two weeks after we arrived here,

I got a visit from this guy Karl,
with a "K."

He tells me that Bill-- my Bill,

the one I've devoted
a chunk of my life to--

has been selling secrets
to the highest bidder.

Not to France or Russia or China,
but to the Islamist extremists.

Karl wants me to help bring him down.

Flight 127, he tells me,
is still fresh for the Austrians,

and they're demanding answers.

Did he have any evidence?

-They were looking for a scapegoat.
-Mm.

What'd you do?

I told him to go fuck himself.

HENRY (chuckles):
Good for you.

But my point is...

that Karl ruined me.

After that visit, I got more disconnected.

Started feeling like a ghost.

You seem better now.

Evan cured me.

Kids change everything.

Maybe I should have one.

-It's not for the faint of heart.
-Mm.

-You think I'm too selfish.
-Definitely.

(laughs)
You know, I get the feeling

you're trying to educate me
about something.

I'm just not sure about the subject.

I'm sorry. I'm being a parent bore.

Where were we?

Ten minutes ago,

headquarters received a message
on the emergency line

from Ahmed Najjar,
one of our Middle Eastern couriers.

He is on the plane.

What?

We got an agent on Flight 127?

He's one of the passengers.

-We verified his identity?
-Headquarters did the vetting.

He sent this message:

"Four attackers, two guns.

"Children in first class, rest in econ.

"Two women critical.

"No power equals no cameras.

Suggest rear undercarriage attack."

I'd say we have the upper hand.

No, wait a second.

For the past eight years,

Ahmed has done nothing more
than spike dead drops.

He's 58, and he's not trained
in any counterinsurgency.

We have to negotiate.

-It's too dangerous to storm the plane.
-Negotiate?

Have you read Al-Da'irat's manifesto?

I have. March 2006.

They will never accept anything
less than their demands.

Never. They'll kill themselves
before they negotiate.

They did that in Kinshasa.

-You remember that?
-Mm-hmm.

They burned everyone alive
inside the central police station,

including themselves.

These guys do what they say.

They do not go back on their word.

Any news from the Germans?

The Germans are sending
their prisoners here to Vienna,

but it's a delaying tactic.

Merkel will never let them go.

-Thinks it's political suicide.
-And the Austrians?

They're gonna play tough, particularly now
the Germans aren't bending.

So if the Germans and Austrians
won't give in to the demands,

our only option is to storm the plane.

No, no, no, no.
W-We're not storming anything.

Our job is to advise the Austrians
and just hope they don't fuck it up.

So how do we advise
that this be accomplished?

Henry, you have field experience
with these people.

What's your take on it?

Undercarriage.

Just like Ahmed suggested.

It's been done before.

Uh...

some passengers will be killed,
but it's better than all of them dying.

Won't they see us coming?

That's why they called the media, right?

The Austrians will cordon them off,
get the broadcasters to play a loop.

If we don't get on that plane
in the next 20 hours,

it's gonna be a bloodbath.

Let me see what I can do
to pressure headquarters.

(watch beeps)

I'm sorry, chief.

I have a meet.

You're leaving?

The Muslim Women's Foundation.
They could have a lead.

One second, Celia.

We want to keep this quiet.

We don't want anyone to find out
about our friend Ahmed.

Not even our people out there.

Absolutely.

Sir.

You left the station to meet someone.

It turned out to be useless.

Who was it?

One of my regular contacts,
Sabina from the Muslim Women's Foundation,

although she couldn't stay.

So Sabina had brought her friend Tahar.

This woman Tahar said
that she would introduce me

to someone who could answer my questions.

(door closes)

(water dripping)

Give me your phone.

Your phone.

Quick.

Please.

(stairs creaking)

(wind whistling softly)

(man speaking quietly)

(glass bottle rolls in distance)

MAN (hushed):
She's lying.

(door closes in distance)

Celia Harrison.

As-salamu alaykum.

Wa alaykum as-salaam.

Can I offer you a cigarette?

I was told that you had
information about Flight 127.

What we need to settle first...

is the question of compensation.

We need power.

Power comes from money.

When a man cannot get money power,

he will then reach for violent power.

You agree?

Do you have information or not?

You do not trust me?

I meant no offense.

Moment, please.

I don't think he had anything.

It was just an attempt at easy money.

(thunder rumbling softly)

(elevator bell dings)

-(busy chatter)
-(phones ringing)

You all right?

Yeah.

-It's gonna be a long night.
-Yeah.

Celia.

-You, too, Henry.
-Yeah.

-So there's been another message.
-(sets down keys)

Ahmed tells us that
one of the hijackers on the plane

was speaking in Russian on a cell phone.

Ilyas Shishani speaks Russian.

Yeah, well, you know, it...
it means something or it means nothing.

Ilyas was your source in Moscow, Henry.

Y-You want to tell me what happened?

Hmm? Back then?

All I know is you were transferred out.

It didn't end well, no.

Who was he handed off to?

He wasn't handed off to anyone.

What do you mean?

(sighs softly)

Ilyas was only
the second source I'd turned.

He escaped Grozny in the '90s,

eventually put together
his own shop in Moscow.

He was a hard worker, a loyal husband.

Gave me an ear into the Chechen community.

-How are you?
-How's the family?

-Good.
-Good.

I'd built a relationship with him
based on trust.

-It's ten degrees below zero...
-I liked him.

He liked me. We liked each other.

He was a good man.

Are you sure this can happen?

Of course. You have my word.

For me, the most important is my family.

When the Nord-Ost siege happened,
Putin dressed it up as the Russian 9/11,

and D.C. bought it.

On our side, no one wanted to be
responsible for another Trade Center.

These are extraordinary circumstances.

And that's when the Russians
came to us saying they had evidence

of an imminent attack
on our embassy in Budapest.

But they wouldn't give it to us
without a trade-off.

If there's a threat
to one of our embassies,

we got to know what that is.

Could mean the lives
of hundreds of our guys.

If the Russians want something from us...

And the brass started
talking about giving up a source,

and they landed on Ilyas.

Look, uh, I know you spent

a lot of time with the guy.

We... we all spend a lot of time

building and maintaining
these relationships,

but their value to us
is in how they're used.

This is a bunch of fucking bullshit
is what it is!

We gave up a source?

My source.

Christ, Henry.

(scoffs)

I didn't know this. I'm sorry. (stammers)

All-all this time,
I've been thinking it was you

that fucked up in Moscow.

They traded me out in case the Russians
used Ilyas to get to me.

(dogs barking in distance)

He ended up in Tehran.

But he was never radical when I knew him.

He trusted me, he was my source,
and we fed him to the Russians.

You think you can find him?

We're wasting our time.

We need to get inside that plane
or give them what they want.

Yeah, well, um... (sighs)

let me talk to Vick.

These people don't fuck around, Bill.

We do not want them
to lose their patience.

Henry, there's a process, okay?
Let me talk to Vick.

-(sighs) -We'll see where
these fucking politicians are at.

(door closes)

(whispers):
Shit.

Hey.

It's okay.

It wasn't your fault.

(quietly):
It's so simple,

when you cut through all the lies
and the doublespeak,

but we take care of our own.

(sighs)

All those strangers, they're not us.

This is us.

(sighs)

I only ever want to be
responsible for you.

(sighs)

You know, I've been thinking.

Move in with me.

I know what kind of people we are.

I know we hold off and we're careful.

We wall ourselves off, but, uh...

I won't lose this. I can't.

(sighing)

I love you.

-Do you love me?
-(whispers): Yeah.

Can I get you more wine?

I think I'm gonna try a red.

Would you like to see the wine menu?

-Whatever you recommend.
-I'll see what I can find.

Thanks.

(footsteps departing)

Mmm.

You'll love this.

Say what you like about California,
the fish is fresh.

I don't touch land animals anymore.

You certainly enjoyed that bacon,
didn't you?

Yeah, 'cause you told me to live a little.

Live a little more.

I've lived plenty.

(drink pours, spills)

Uh, I'm so sorry.

It's okay.

We got it.

Excuse me.

(Celia clears throat)

(door closes)

(passengers murmuring, crying)

This will soon be over.

Once our brothers have their freedom,
you will be given yours.

Brothers and sisters...

You are taking part in a great struggle
that comes from a place of love.

Love of Allah.

Love of our parents and children.

Grandfather, I know
you understand the situation.

There's been another message from Ahmed.

"Cancel the attack plan.

"They have a camera on the undercarriage.

"I do not know how,

"but it is clear
they know what they're doing.

"I suggest we give them
what they are asking for

or everyone will end up dead."

BILL (whispers):
Jesus Christ.

How did they get a camera
on the outside of the plane?

All it takes is a baggage loader
to attach it to the hull.

Could've been done in Istanbul.

Has anyone seen this camera?

Hmm?

The Austrians have had eyes
on that plane all day long.

Nobody saw anything out of the ordinary?

Just because we don't see it
doesn't mean it's not there.

-(sighs) Jesus.
-And what do the Austrians say

about the message?

The Austrians don't know about Ahmed.

We're trying to keep it quiet.

There's a plane full of terrified people
whose lives are at risk,

and we can't tell the Austrians
about Ahmed.

It's Langley's call.

-Ernst?
-You know how it is.

We didn't vet the Austrians.

Celia's right.

We have to start sharing our intel.

-(busy chatter)
-(phones ringing)

I remember
Bill left the office that evening

shortly after we got
Ahmed's third message.

You know why?

Sally had come down with
one of her passive-aggressive illnesses.

I, uh... I have to go home.

I'll probably come back later.

-You'll call me, will you?
-I will.

-I haven't had a chance to lock up.
-(keys jangle)

Will you do that for me?
I'll see you later.

Good night, Bill.

Sally was always his perfect excuse.

What are you saying?

I'm sorry, are...

are you accusing me?

Do you know how many years of my life
I've given to my country?

Hmm?

The lies, the duplicity?

We all gave. Nobody forced you.

Yeah, well, you just take a look
at your future, huh?

This is what you end up with.

My balls are still firmly attached.

-Fuck you.
-How's Sally?

(whispers):
God, you fucking cunt.

How dare you accuse me?

Bill, when I accuse you of collaborating
with America's enemies, you'll know it.

There'll be two big guys behind you
holding on to your arms,

and we won't be in a fucking pub.

-We'll be in a Romanian basement.
-(scoffs)

Yeah.

So Bill left the office
to deal with Sally-- when was that?

Around- 00,- 30.

And you used his office after that?

(busy chatter)

(door closes)

What was everyone else doing?

(sighs) We were just trying
to stay on top of the situation.

Owen was doing his cyber work.

Ernst and Leila were talking
to their contacts.

Vick was briefing Washington.

And you?

I was going over the intel again
to see if there was anything we'd missed.

Sometimes wondered if Ilyas chose Vienna
because of you.

Why would he do that?

I don't know.

To goad you?

I don't think Ilyas chose Vienna
because of a personal vendetta.

(sighs)

(quietly):
"Four attackers, two guns.

"Children in first class.

Suggest rear undercarriage attack."

"Cancel the attack plan.

They have a camera on the undercarriage."

"Lead hijacker on phone. Speaks Russian.

Don't know to translate."

"I do not know how,

but it is clear
they know what they are doing."

"I do not know..."

"Don't know."

Ahmed was our best shot
at getting those people out alive.

But something wasn't right.

Of course we noticed
the difference between

Ahmed's last message and the first ones.

Uh, you know, complete sentences,

as if he suddenly had all the time
in the world for good grammar.

No one did anything?

Well, later on,
Vick called me into his office,

and we discussed the elephant in the room.

-Just the two of you?
-Yeah.

Yeah, we had to deal with the possibility

that this wasn't Ahmed
we were talking to anymore.

And if he'd been discovered,
who blew his cover?

Uh, not even the Austrians knew
he was in there.

Did you discuss it with Celia?

No, no. She had to be considered a suspect
along with everyone else.

There was an anomaly.

Ahmed told us the layout of the hostages,
suggested a plan of attack,

then suddenly his tone changed
and he was telling us to cooperate.

Maybe he realized
his attack plan wasn't gonna work.

It wasn't just that.

Why did he suddenly sound
like a different person?

Afterwards,
when headquarters sent counterespionage,

how did you explain it all to them?

I didn't.

(thunder rumbling softly)

No?

No. Well, there was no point.

It was done.

We'd failed.

If we started shouting "mole,"
that would've been it for all of us.

Did you suspect that someone
in our station had betrayed Ahmed?

Well, it couldn't have been the Austrians
because they didn't know he existed.

(smacks lips)

Is that why you asked for the phone logs?

What did you find?

Well, you looked over
those phone logs yourself.

Didn't you?

Why was Celia looking at the phone logs?

I didn't know she was.

That night,
right after you left the office.

What do you think she found?

I don't know.

I don't know. Why don't you tell me.

What would she do if she discovered

the boss she adored had placed
some questionable calls

from his phone?

Calls to Iran.

(whispers):
What?

A direct call from your line

to a number in Tehran.

Half a minute long,03 p.m.

It boggles the mind that someone
so immersed in clandestine affairs

would make a call
from his own office phone,

but stupidity runs international relations
as much as anything else.

(panting softly)

You're looking for a scapegoat. Hmm?

Anyone could've used my phone.

I mean, you could've used it yourself.

Huh? Celia?

-Vick?
-(pounds table)

Let's not play the name game, Bill.

We don't do that. It's beneath us.

We look at the evidence.
We follow the facts.

Only two people had access
to your office phone,

so don't fuck around with me.

You do not want to end up
on the wrong side of my investigation.

So talk to me about Celia.

(dialing)

(line ringing)

(line clicks)

MAN (over phone):
Yes?

Who's this?

(line clicks, beeps)

Is the waitress all right?

Sir?

She seemed-- I don't know-- distraught.

Oh, she's fine.

Actually, she's two months pregnant.

Oh, that's amazing.

Yeah, morning sickness all day long.

Oh, poor thing.

Yeah, she's heading home early.

-But I'll take care of you from here.
-Hmm.

-Wish her well, then.
-Yeah, I'll do that.

Why don't you pin it on Owen Lassiter?

He killed himself after all.

It was never explained, not really.

A love affair that went bad,
but it went bad after 127.

Guilt destroys his relationship.

Guilt and loneliness destroy him.

It's a perfect little narrative,
and he's not around to defend himself.

His uncle sits on the Homeland Security
and Governmental Affairs Committee.

What about Ernst?

Ernst is advising the DDO.

He's beyond my reach.

Mm, there's an easier patsy.

She was a regular at the mosque.

She cried so much at the end.

Remember?

And what about you?

Vick cleared me.

Really?

Look, I don't want to do this
any more than you do.

-(urgent chatter)
-(phones ringing)

-Hey, did you see it?
-What happened?

This happened ten minutes ago.

They killed a passenger.

It's fucking brutal.

(gunshot over monitor)

Take away your spy!

It's the things
that we don't know that get to me.

What happened inside that plane?

Can't let it go.

And what if I'd been
one of the passengers?

Would I have fought back?

(passengers murmuring, crying)

And with Ginny and Evan,
the nightmares have become unbearable.

In my dream, I'm paralyzed.

(breath trembling)

Grasping onto the hope
that if I do everything that they say...

...everything's gonna be all right.

-(whimpers)
-Children.

-All the children!
-Give me the children now!

(whispers):
Please don't hurt them.

-Please.
-The children are coming with me now.

-Please.
-Mommy!

-(crying)
-Come on.

Mommy!

No. Why are you taking them?

-(Beslan speaks indistinctly)
-(Evan crying)

No crying.

(sobs)

I never save them.

(sighs)

(softly):
I'm sorry.

What's the latest?

The attack's off.

The Austrians got scared
when Ahmed was killed.

Are they gonna release the prisoners?

Well, Merkel's flown her prisoners here,

but they're still insisting
on negotiations.

(line ringing)

-(line clicks)
-Where are you?

HENRY (over phone):
At home. Just about to leave.

Wait for me.

There's one thing
I can't figure out about that night.

We're at the station.

We're gonna move in together.

You look at the phone logs, Ahmed dies...

(door opens, closes)

...and then you come home to me.

(both panting)

(moaning)

(gasping)

(moaning)

(both grunting)

(panting slows)

(breath trembling)

The next morning, you left me.

What we had was real.

Wasn't it?

I thought so.

Why did you run?

(inhales softly)

I think I preferred
this being an interrogation.

Well, you've convinced me.

Of what?

(whispers):
That you're very convincing.

(sighs softly)

Are you okay?

(sniffles, grunts)

(clears throat softly)

Be right back.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(water running)

(panting)

(water draining)

(sniffs)

(thunder rumbling softly)

(door closes)

(water running)

Everything going to plan?

Piccolo?

Treble.

What the fuck are you doing here?

Scouting the territory.

Oh, you mean how did I know who you were.

Everyone has their methods.

You look older up close.

You shouldn't be here.

Well... (sighs)
they nearly didn't let me in.

Guess I'm not dressed well enough.

Almost had to make a scene.

So... we still on?

I don't know.

I'll clear it with you beforehand.

All you have to do is say yes or no.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(door closes)

(vehicle door opens, closes)

HENRY (over speaker): Tell me about
the investigators from counterespionage.

They were dicks.

Well, what did they say
about the phone logs?

They didn't say anything.

When you told them about the logs, I mean.

I didn't tell them about the logs.

You suspected Ahmed had been betrayed,
you found a suspicious call...

...and you didn't tell headquarters?

You know what I thought
when I found that number in the logs?

I thought that
Bill had been selling us out.

I didn't understand why or how
he'd gotten roped into this mess.

And then Ahmed was killed...

...and I ran straight to you.

They killed Ahmed.

What?

They shot him in the head.

Shit.

Shit.

We both know
that Bill didn't make that call.

(shower running)

If not Bill, what, then?

(shower running)

(water running, glass filling)

(phone vibrating)

(shower stops)

(breath trembling)

(door closes)

All this diversion.

Do you really think
that it makes a difference?

What's wrong?

(softly):
There's a clock on this.

And it's going to end.

We just do the best we can.

You were the only one
who knew Ilyas from before.

There's a plane full of terrified people,

and we can't tell the Austrians
about Ahmed.

The only one with a connection.

Ernst?

You know how it is.
We didn't vet the Austrians.

-- Celia's right.
-- You knew this left you vulnerable,

so you planted this information

-in case there was an investigation.
-(door closes)

-(line rings, clicks)
-(man speaks Russian on phone)

(light static)

You had no right.

All the fucking lies.

Even between lovers.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'll see you at the station.

(door opens)

(door closes)

I saw the number on your phone.

The last morning,
when you were in the shower.

120 people.

Children.

Who are you?

You know who I am, Ce.

(passengers crying)

Now is the time we send our message.

You brought this upon yourselves.

(panicked chatter)

We speak for all victims around the world.

(vomits, sniffles)

(crying softly)

Just as your missiles continue
to strike our people...

...we will strike back.

-(urgent chatter)
-(phones ringing)

No!

Follow up with headquarters!

Allahu Akbar.

...with the Austrians. I need to know...

(chatter continues indistinctly)

Allahu Akbar.

(panting softly)

The Austrians say they're dead.

The hijackers, the passengers, crew.

Everyone.

How do they know?

About five minutes ago,
the Austrians got a message,

"Al-Da'irat does not negotiate."

They had hi-res cameras on the cockpit.

Both pilots died in their seats.

Shot?

We believe they were suffocated.

Sarin. It's sarin gas.

We need to bring in doses
of atropine and pralidoxime now.

No, no. W-We can't go in
until we know more.

So, what, we just let them die?

(door opens)

They just posted a video
from inside the plane on the Internet.

When they were all killed,
I didn't know what to do.

Maybe you were innocent.

Maybe that number
wasn't connected to Ilyas.

(elevator bell dings)

I can't say that I believed it,
but I wanted to.

Because I loved you.

So I buried everything that I'd seen...

-Celia!
-...and I left.

(church bell tolling)

And then eight years later,
you come after Bill?

And me?

You would destroy my life...

...to save your own.

-(piano plays classical music)
-(woman speaking indistinctly)

(dialing)

(line ringing)

-(line clicks)
-Karl Stein?

This is Celia Favreau.

He's outside, third bench on the left.

We got the restaurant.

Flying in a waiter
and a bartender from D.C.

A couple of guests, too.

I don't know if I can do this.

You came to us, Celia.

You knew what it meant.

Freddy will take care of it.

Don't touch his wine glass.

How do I know I'm out of this for good?

Two independent sources, same story.

Good enough for me.

After this, I don't ever
want to hear from you again.

-You have my word.
-Fuck your word.

Just leave my family alone.

(breath trembles)

(lock clicking)

Who's that?

Henry, Henry, listen to me.

They're gonna say that it was suicide.

(voice breaks):
You don't have much longer.

(sighs)

Oh, wine country.

I just don't understand why you did it.

Why, Henry?

I did it for you.

Because I love you.

I don't understand what you're saying.

His name is Ilyas Shishani.

We think he might be here in Vienna.

-(begins speaking)
-People are gonna die, Tahar.

I don't know this man.

(phone vibrates)

-(watch beeps)
-I'm sorry, chief.

I have a meet.

(thunder rumbling softly)

Henry.

Ilyas.

It's been a long time.

What are you doing here?

Come.

(bottle opens)

(thunder rumbling softly)

Remember Moscow, Henry?

You spoke about trust so much
that I almost believe you.

Are you behind it?

The hijacking?

You gave my name to the Russians.

Spetsnaz.

Tough men.

(thunder rumbling softly)

For six months, I did not see the sun.

I've been tortured.

My leg.

Broken and reset badly.

They call me a terrorist.

Timid Ilyas,

who breaks bread and...

gives secrets to the Americans.

(thunder rumbling softly)

What do you think this did to my daughter?

She saw her father
beaten to a pulp, taken away.

She didn't know if I was dead or alive.

I searched for you. I couldn't find you.

(grunts)

(grunts)

(thunder rumbling softly)

We fled to Iran.

My daughter dies there.

Only six.

Because they...

don't have medicines.

Why?

American sanctions.

(phone vibrating)

(phone beeps)

(breath trembles)

Take out your phone and call your lover.

Celia Harrison.

What?

(thunder rumbling softly)

-Do it, please.
-Why?

-Do it.
-What do you want from me?

Do it!

(thunder rumbling)

(line ringing)

-(line clicks)
-Henry Pelham.

She's with me.

Listen.

Celia Harrison.

(over phone):
As-salamu alaykum.

CELIA (over phone):
Wa alaykum as-salaam.

I was told that you had
information about Flight 127.

Ilyas, listen to me.

We can work this out, whatever you want.

If you want money, I can get you that.

If you want immunity,
I can get you that, too.

Calm down, Henry.

Do you have information or not?

I just want to make sure
you'll answer my questions.

You do not trust me?

I meant no offense.

You will tell me
what Americans and Austrians know.

You will tell me what they are planning.

I-I can't do that.
I cannot do that, Ilyas.

We have her in a room, Henry.

-(exhales sharply)
-We need power.

Power comes from money.

When a man cannot get money power,
he will then reach for violent power.

Direct attack, undercarriage. Let her go.

-You agree?
-(pounds table)

-Let her go.
-I know there is more.

Let her go!

Tell me with your information
how much she's worth.

I had to give him something.

Ahmed's identity.

I kept hoping they'd storm the plane,
that they'd...

...release the prisoners.

(crying softly)

I made a choice, and I chose you.

(crying softly)

Salaam alaykum.

Life is so precious, Henry.

(sobbing)

They already had your name.

Ilyas told them.

I was just confirmation.

I thought I had a chance.

(laughing softly)

That maybe we had a chance.

All these years.

I'm so tired.

I'm sorry.

(whispers):
I love you.

(crying softly)

You should go.

No.

(sobbing):
No, no.

(sobbing)

(whispers):
You should go.

Why didn't you tell me?

(sobbing):
Why didn't... why didn't you t...

HENRY (whispers):
I'm sorry.

It's okay.

(ragged breathing)

(crying softly)

Don't touch me.

(shallow gasping)

(phone vibrating)

(phone beeps)

(light static)

TREBLE (over phone):
Piccolo.

Treble.

I've got her.

Right here in front of me.

(thunder rumbling softly)

I can do this clean,
but it has to happen now.

Should I proceed?

(shallow breathing)

Piccolo?

(gasps weakly)

Was that a yes?

(gasps)

Piccolo, I need a yes.

(gasps weakly)

(line ringing)

(line clicks)

It's done.

(indistinct police radio chatter)

(thunder rumbling softly)

You're still up.

(breath trembling)

Let's get you to bed.

-Mommy, you're squeezing me.
-(sniffles)

(whispers):
Hi.

("Lovesong" by Amanda Bergman playing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing)

(vocalizing continues)

(song ends)

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