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[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

["POLAROÏD" PLAYING]

When you called from London, you spoke of a certain woman.

Huh? No, what woman?

You really think I'm an asshole, don't you?

You said she wouldn't do it for the money. Who is she?

Alison Rowdy.

Alison? [CHUCKLES]

- Your Alison? - Yeah, Alison Rowdy.

There it is.

You and Alison made contact in London?

We've always maintained contact, all along.

She treated you like shit, and you go on seeing her?

- I thought you were prouder than that. - She was the only one who could help me.

That right?

She made a life for herself by turning you in.

Not to mention blaming you for that redhead's death.

- You should hate her for that. - Vlado. Vlado.

- What the fuck is going on? - No, that's it! Get out of here!

What the fuck is wrong with this guy?

- Are you serious? - All right, sit down.

You're right, I do hate her in a way.

- Excuse me. - Yeah?

Wanna give me another bottle? Thanks.

Ah, don't worry. I don't give a fuck anyway.

She got older, she gained weight.

No longer what she was.

Here.

[GRUNTS]

Nathalie was her name. The redheaded woman.

- Oh, yeah? - You want some advice?

Never trust Alison. And stay away.

Here.

I got you her cell phone.

What do you think I'm doing? Huh?

Nothing.

[ALBERT SIGHS]

My love.

You need to sleep.

[SIGHS]

You know that thing we said we'd never do?

We should do it.

Let's get married.

I know, I know, I know.

Darling, I love you.

And the thought of being without you is...

[SIGHS]

I love you.

["YOU ARE THE ONE" PLAYING]

Hey there. Don't look so hot this morning.

- Yeah, I'm a little rundown. - Uh-huh.

I came straight here after we hung out last night.

- Straight here? Really? - Yeah, I had my guys working all night.

We found something that might interest you.

[GABRIEL] Is that right?

Take a look.

Play it.

[GROANS]

That's Samir's wife.

- Myriam Hamza. - Yeah.

[DUMAS] Ah, the usual route. Syria, Turkey, Greece.

She used his papers. That's how we found her.

She put in a request to remain in the Schengen Area.

They transferred her to Belgium.

We obtained a phone number and checked her calls.

One number comes up every day.

It's probably Samir.

All right, let's go get coffee. I could use some.

[NEWS ANCHOR] ... still unclear where the responsibility lies

for this incident and services agreed to spend...

Almost done.

... pending further investigation.

Eyewitnesses report ambulances were on-site within minutes.

I'll prescribe her some medication for the pain.

[ALBERT] Thank you, Doctor.

You had a rough night, didn't you?

A major investigation by the British Transport Police is now underway.

I'll come back and see you tomorrow.

- Okay? - Thank you.

Don't worry. She's healing well. She's going to be fine.

[ALBERT SIGHS]

[NEWS ANCHOR] The prime minister's given his condolences...

[ALBERT] Thank you, Doctor. See you tomorrow.

... and has paid tribute to the victims

and the response of the emergency services.

16-year-old Kevin Abbot died from his injuries

at St. Callum's Hospital earlier today, bringing the death toll to four.

- Other victims... - [ALISON] Darling, I'm so sorry.

... remain in critical condition.

The busy commuter train was approaching King's Cross station

when it collided with a freight train departing the de...

[SNIFFLES]

- You want coffee? - No, thanks.

If you stop bullshitting me for one second, there are two teams.

I'm on one side, trying to sniff out the hackers,

and then there's another team trying to take 'em out.

Yeah, so? What the hell are you trying to say anyway?

- Wanna pull out? Is that it? - No.

But you know when I locate Samir, he'll be dead.

Is that what you want? I mean, is that your client's request?

My client's name is Didier Taraud.

He's the National Security Adviser at the Élysée.

He runs the task force which they formed to counterbalance the DGSE.

And what else do we know?

Brilliant, ambitious, educated.

He's a man of finance. He loves money.

He could probably make ten times more

if he worked in the private sector.

Well, nothing we can do.

It's protected by TrueCrypt. Impossible to crack it.

I told you that.

[SIGHS] All right, well, we have to locate Samir.

New identity and cover story.

You go to Brussels, bring his wife back to Paris.

Samir will have to follow.

Mmm.

Sabine Louseau, Taraud's mistress.

She works at the European Commission.

She's on the train this afternoon, Paris to Brussels.

You make her acquaintance.

That way we know Taraud's not trying to double-cross us.

[EXHALES DEEPLY]

Sorry, but... but this whole thing smells like shit.

Okay? I'm not interested in getting whacked.

So, with the risk and the mental duress...

Mental duress? What duress?

Hey. I had to reestablish communication with Alison.

[CHUCKLES] Right. Because you had to see

how fat and ugly she turned out.

Yeah. Anything interesting in here?

[CHUCKLES] Nothing but boring pictures.

This girl is either completely clean,

or else she's really suspicious, or just careful.

Hmm. Well, anyway, here's what I'm getting at.

I got paid for one job, but now it looks like I have two.

- So, I'm gonna need more money. - [CHUCKLES]

Excuse me.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[GABRIEL] Mother.

Gabriel.

So you're the bastard who took my phone.

I needed something to remember you by.

Go ahead, have some fun while you still can.

Mom, hang on a second.

Don't worry.

Don't panic. I'll be there.

I'm getting on a train to Brussels. Our plans won't change.

You found Samir? He's there?

Uh, no.

I have no idea.

I'll have to talk about it with his wife.

Because she might know, right?

I gather you're not alone?

Oh, come on.

No reason to be jealous, huh?

[DOOR OPENS]

Okay, great. I'll be in Brussels this afternoon.

Call me as soon as you hear anything.

I love you, Mummy.

[SIGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

Men and their mothers.

And mine is no spring chicken either.

- Taking their time. - Mmm. Yeah, he takes forever.

- Oh, you're going to Brussels? - Oh, yeah.

Yeah, me too. But have you noticed? We're running late, apparently.

- Yes, I know. - Hello.

Hello. Coffee, please.

- Yes, please. - All right.

- And a chocolate croissant. - Right.

And, uh, a croissant.

Coming up.

Watching my weight. [CHUCKLES]

EUROPE AID

- Oh, you work for them? - Well, not for them.

I work with them often.

- Pleasure. Jean-Marc. - Sabine.

Ah. Unbelievable! Like my mother. My mother's name is Sabine.

Coincidence.

Scary.

All right. Let's keep this trip under wraps until I speak to the PM.

Just go to Brussels and get the deal done. All right?

What about Gleason? He'll crucify us.

Aw, for fuck's sake, Mark. Have you got any other ideas?

People are dying. Now, I'm losing sleep at night.

- Are you sleeping okay at night? - No, Richard. I'm not sleeping very well.

Do you think I like sending you guys, cap in hand, to Brussels?

The prime minister's visiting that poor boy's parents this afternoon.

Maybe you could talk to him there, away from Gleason.

You know, actually, that's a good idea.

Good luck.

There you go.

Well, I'll be here for... I'm not sure how long.

- Thanks. - Whenever you like, just give me a ring.

I'll think about it.

- You in a hotel or are you... - No, I have an apartment here.

Ah, right, of course.

- I should maybe take my suitcase. - Sorry.

So, cramique? Ever had cramique or craquelin, all that?

- [SABINE] No, I haven't. - Know what it is?

We should go get you some craquelin.

[SPEAKING ARABIC]

[CLEARS THROAT]

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATION]

[PHONE RINGING]

[IN ENGLISH] Hello? Hello.

I'm here about Mrs. Hamza, Myriam Hamza.

This is her asylum request which has been accepted.

[RECEPTIONIST] Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Ah, uh, here she is.

She got here yesterday. She's still in quarantine.

Okay, good. Thanks.

[HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING]

Excuse me. How are you? Where's the main office, please?

Would you mind, can I see your pass?

Go down here, make a left.

- On the left? - Right.

Thanks.

[WORKER] Right, Myriam Hamza, this window here.

[PEOPLE CHATTERING IN ARABIC]

[IN ARABIC] Mrs. Hamza. I've found you at last.

My Arabic is a little rusty.

I'm Lounès Cordier.

But more importantly, how are you? How's your health?

I am well, thank you.

Thanks be to God.

And how about your son? Hicham, is it?

He is well, thanks be to God.

Thanks be to God.

[IN ENGLISH] Do you speak French?

[IN ARABIC] French?

- No. - Okay.

[IN ENGLISH] So, Madame Hamza, if you don't mind,

I will carry on in English.

Okay.

So,

you filed an application,

uh, for asylum in France,

for you and your son, Hicham,

but I don't see any application for your husband.

He is not with me.

Okay. You know where he is?

No, I don't.

[IN ARABIC] That's all right. That's all right.

[IN ENGLISH] So, that's okay. It's not a problem.

I will take you and your son to France now,

and we take care of your husband later.

- It's not a problem. - Now? You want, uh, go now?

Madame Hamza.

Myriam?

[IN ARABIC] Are you happy here? Are you at ease?

[IN ENGLISH] Listen, you've been granted for asylum in France,

which means we can find you a house, and a job for your husband.

But if you'd rather stay here, it's okay. I mean...

No. I don't want to stay here. I want to go to France.

But?

What? Your husband doesn't agree to it? Is that it?

- Yes? - [IN ARABIC] I don't know.

Um...

[IN ENGLISH] Do you have a number, email?

Can you communicate with your husband?

Uh, I have number.

Yes, well, okay.

Just go... You call your husband now, and I'll wait for you here. Okay?

- Okay. - Okay.

So? Couldn't you get through?

We... We have a...

[IN ARABIC] System.

[IN ENGLISH] System. I leave message. He calls back.

Well, unfortunately, you have to make your decision now.

[IN ARABIC] I'll come. Wait for me, please, sir?

I'll go and get my son.

[IN ENGLISH] You can call me Lounès. Lounès.

[IN ARABIC] Thank you, Lounès. You're very kind.

Fine.

[MYRIAM, IN ENGLISH] I... I will go to...

Ms. Rowdy, how do you do?

I'm Sabine Louseau, Mr. Vandermeer's Chef de Cabinet.

- Mr. Bolton. A pleasure to see you again. - Nice to see you.

[SABINE] This way, please.

The committee is already in session, but I managed to squeeze you in.

Hold on a second. Squeeze us into a committee?

We're not here to pitch a deal.

We're here to sign the version that was already negotiated.

That was two years ago.

Our minister was assured by Mr. Vandermeer

that the agreement would be signed today,

on the same terms.

Our British friends. Always want to have their cake and eat it.

We'd like to see Mr. Vandermeer now, please.

I'm afraid he's in Berlin.

[SCOFFS]

Madame Louseau, I feel you're giving us the runaround.

I only ask you to respect our procedure, Ms. Rowdy.

Europe is not a free-for-all.

Mark!

We can't just leave. She's lying.

Yeah, of course she's lying.

And who the fuck is she anyway?

Every time I come here, there's some twat in Chanel,

telling me they'll squeeze me in.

Of course she's lying.

But why would she do that?

This is payback for leaving, obviously.

So petty. It's like a jealous ex.

They just make you pay, and pay, and pay.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

I've got a meeting.

The hotel is that direction. It's, um, second on the left.

- Hello. How are you? - Ah, hello.

- Uh, this is Samir. - [CELL PHONE CHIMES]

Yeah, he's Syrian. Say hello, Samir. Say hello.

- [SPEAKS ARABIC] - Say it.

[IN ARABIC] Just a minute.

[IN ENGLISH] Okay, Samir.

- He just... - [SAMIR BREATHING HEAVILY]

[WOMEN SPEAKING IN ARABIC]

God be with you.

- [IN ENGLISH] Madame Hamza? - Yes.

- Myriam Hamza? - Yes.

Your basic vaccinations are out of date, Madame.

You must get vaccinated.

No, um, I was vaccinated in Greece.

That doesn't count. We must take you to the hospital.

- Check... Check again. - [CELL PHONE RINGING]

- No, no. Hospital, now. - [HICHAM CRYING]

[IN ARABIC] Hello, this is Myriam.

I can't take your call, so leave a message and I'll get back to you.

[MEDIC] Yes, yes, you go to the hospital now.

- [IN ENGLISH] No! - You must get your vaccinations.

[IN ARABIC] No! Help me!

Help me! Help me! No!

[GABRIEL] Stop!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

[GABRIEL] Stop! Leave her alone! Stop! Stop!

Traffickers! Traffickers!

[CROWD SHOUTING]

Pick up, Myriam.

- [IN ARABIC] Who were these men? - I don't know.

My husband has some problems.

What? What kind of problems?

[GROANING, GRUNTING]

[BONE SNAPS]

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLES]

Lounès! Lounès!

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Wake up!

[HICHAM CRYING]

- [GABRIEL GROANS] - My dear.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Gabriel?

[IN ENGLISH] Lounès is hurt.

Lounès?

[GABRIEL, PANTING] It's me.

I need you.

Where are you?

[DRIVER] Hello.

- I need to borrow this. - Okay, but...

Okay.

[ELECTRONIC VOICE, IN FRENCH] Welcome to Antropa.

[IN ENGLISH] Welcome to Antropa.

Good afternoon, Mr. Bolton. Please come this way.

Sir?

Hey, Mark. How are you?

Two coffees, please.

Yeah. Okay.

Hmm.

Hmm. Okay.

Okay. See you.

Bob, have you implicated me in the deaths of British citizens?

Ah. So, you're not here to tell me

you messed up the deal with the commission.

I didn't sign up for this.

I did my bit at the Centre. That was supposed to be all.

[SCOFFS] Don't be naive.

We're not paying for small stakes. We want the whole thing.

Civilian and military contracts with the UK government.

So, the crash was planned.

Not originally.

But after those Syrians hacked us, we had to turn up the heat.

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.

All right. I'm done.

I'd say we've paid enough for you to wait a few more days.

Bob, forget it. I'm out!

And if anything happens to me,

there is a file with all the information

ready to go straight to the authorities.

Don't flatter yourself.

You're not the first one to walk out on us, Mark.

[PANTING]

Lounès, here.

Don't take advantage.

Come on.

[HICHAM CRYING]

[GABRIEL GROANING]

Where are we going?

Are you two together? He said his name Lounès.

His name is Gabriel.

So he lied.

I don't get asylum in France.

Gabriel lied to protect you.

Your husband has very important information.

He's in danger and so are you.

You. Who are you?

My name is Alison. I work for the British government.

We're gonna protect you and your husband.

And now, where are we going now?

Just... Just trust me.

You need to trust me. Okay?

[HICHAM COOING]

[GABRIEL GROANS]

Almost there.

Hi. I'm Alison Rowdy in 305.

I was wondering if you might have a room for my friend here.

Um, well, we're pretty full, but let me see what I can do.

Thank you.

[TYPING]

Could you put it over there, please?

[BELLHOP] Will that be all, ladies?

Yes. Thank you.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Okay for you?

It's gonna be okay.

- Okay, let's go. Nice and easy. - I'm good.

Ow.

Hang on. Let me do it. Let me.

[GABRIEL GROANS]

[IN ARABIC] Are you okay?

Call your husband.

Tell him you're in trouble.

[GROANS]

Tell him to call me. Hurry!

Okay, okay.

- And then take out the battery. - Okay.

[GABRIEL] Thank you.

[IN ENGLISH] Does she know where Samir is?

There is a code.

She leaves a message, then he calls back on another phone.

You might wanna see a doctor.

Why? You don't wanna play doctor with me? [CHUCKLES]

[GROANS]

Look, just grab it and turn it a little bit.

See? It's like a hook. You don't have to take it out.

Tug it out without ripping it.

- You follow? - Mmm-hm.

And the disinfectant, keep applying it.

- [ALISON] Right. - Cool.

- Go ahead. - [SIGHS]

What is it?

Don't be scared.

Huh?

Come on.

[GROANING]

There.

- Now turn. - Wait.

Okay, go ahead.

Okay.

Did you get it?

- Yeah. - Do it again.

[CLATTERS]

- One more? - Yeah.

[GABRIEL] Go ahead.

Oh. Oh, shit!

[CLATTERS]

[FOOTSTEPS DEPART]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

[SIGHS]

[DOOR OPENS]

Come and sit, will you?

You've been through a lot.

And if you hate me, you wouldn't be wrong.

The point is, I just...

The memories of us are something I'd like to forget.

I've been trying to move on.

I've been with someone for five years, and we're getting married.

And, uh, does he know?

Did you tell him everything?

No.

You love him?

Yes, I do. Very much so.

"Very much."

He's a good guy?

What's wrong with being a good guy?

I'm trying to tell you I've changed.

- You think we can change? - I hope so.

I don't like the girl I used to be at all. I hate what happened.

It was an accident.

[CHUCKLES]

But now I don't think we could be friends.

I mean, or anything.

Hmm. Yeah, sure.

[HICHAM CRIES]

Right, there you go.

[WHISPERING] What are you saying?

What are you telling me, huh?

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Hello.

What do you want to say?

- Huh? - [HICHAM COOS, LAUGHS]

[ALISON CHUCKLES]

That's right.

[IN ARABIC] You soothed him. Thank you.

God bless him.

[HICHAM COOS]

[WINCES]

[COOING CONTINUES]

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

Richard.

What's wrong?

Richard?

[SIRENS WAILING]

[RICHARD] It's happening again. Another hack.

They've got complete control of the grid.

Do we have a deal?

No, not yet.

Get it done.

[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]

[CAR ALARMS BLARING]

[ELECTRICITY HUMS]

[PEOPLE MUTTERING]

[SIRENS CONTINUE]

[CAR ALARMS BLARING]

Oh, here comes the wicked fucking witch of the west.

[MARK SIGHS]

Mr. Vandermeer's still in Berlin.

Well, we would like a contact number for him, then, please.

Maybe I wasn't clear the last time we spoke.

Alison, if you'd give me and Ms. Louseau a moment, please.

Now you think... You may think you have carte blanche

to make these kinds of decisions,

but when your boss finds out that you're obstructing the deal

that we spent the last six months negotiating...

[ELEVATOR DOORS CLOSE]

- Mr. Vandermeer's office, please. - Oh, of course.

It's, uh, just through on the left here.

- Thank you. - No problem.

Yes, Monday morning, 9:30 a.m.

Hello. Excuse me.

Mr. Vandermeer? I'm Alison Rowdy, Richard Banks' private secretary.

Sorry. Yeah, yes.

One second.

Um, I thought you'd left.

An issue with the terms, I was told.

[CHUCKLES]

I think there may have been a bit of a miscommunication.

We need to rejoin the European shield as soon as possible.

Well, I'll have the paperwork prepared.

[CLICKS TONGUE] Um, I can be ready to sign at eight this evening.

Perfect. Mr. Bolton and I will see you then.

Great.

Lucky for me, Mr. Vandermeer is back from Berlin.

[SIGHS]

An adviser of Richard Banks.

The woman with Bolton.

Got a name?

Alison Rowdy.

- You think she knows? - That I'm trying to block the deal?

Yeah, she got that part.

What should I do?

Okay, tonight, don't be around when they come in to sign.

They'll sign whether I'm there or not.

I put a lot of money in a Swiss bank account for you,

so don't argue with me.

- Don't talk to me like that. - Then just listen.

Nothing is signed yet, so make sure that tonight you can't make it

'cause your son is sick.

And you let Vandermeer manage the Brits himself.

Just take the money back.

And what about Pierre?

It takes a lot of money to raise a handicapped kid.

Bob, what the fuck? Who's that moron you sent to Brussels?

He obviously doesn't get it.

What's the problem?

Problem? They're supposed to sign an agreement tonight,

and there's nothing I can do to prevent it.

[PEOPLE ON TV SPEAKING ARABIC]

[IN ARABIC, ON TV] How am I supposed to pay this in such a short time?

[CELL PHONE BUZZING]

[ARABIC CONTINUES ON TV]

- Sabine! - Jean-Marc.

[GRUNTS]

So glad you remembered my name.

I could really use a drink. What do you say?

I'd love it.

You free in an hour?

I'll make it work.

See you later. I'll send you an address.

[DOORBELL RINGS]

So, of course, there are no cameras in the wards, only the corridors.

- Mm-hmm. - But watch.

[LAPTOP BEEPS]

- Is that Delage? - Yes.

So, he used the chaos from the crash to slip in and finish him off?

That would have been convenient, but no.

Walid died of Scoline poisoning.

It's a slow-acting paralyzing agent that puts the victim into a coma.

He stopped breathing 24 hours later.

So, he would have already been dying?

There's something else.

[LAPTOP BEEPS]

Alison.

[LAPTOP BEEPS]

Hang on.

We were together downstairs.

She gets a call from Banks,

goes up to see Walid because she knows he's in the same hospital.

And runs into Delage.

They're in there together for exactly 45 seconds.

What?

She can't have known it was him.

Now Walid's just died.

Delage hurries out, and... as Rowdy stays in the room.

My God.

[LAPTOP BEEPS]

So, she didn't mention to you someone else was in the room?

- Hello. Welcome. - [SABINE] Hello.

- How are you? - Just fine.

That must hurt. And I thought my day was going badly.

It's nothing. Just a scratch.

- Another. - Okay.

No, I didn't care he was married. I found him fascinating.

I would take anything he had to offer.

I got addicted to his world. Crazy, huh?

No.

I was addicted once too.

I behaved like an idiot.

I suppose, in those situations, it comes down to a choice.

Either you leave or you die.

And so you walked away, and you just broke up?

Yep.

Well, to be honest...

she's in my head, I still think about her,

but that's just nostalgia, it's the past.

You see her often?

No. No, I don't.

It's impossible.

Yeah, but we have a child together.

That's something. You have a child?

Mmm.

[CHUCKLES]

- To the children... - Yes.

... of others. [CHUCKLES]

Hello. You've reached Mark Bolton's phone.

I'm afraid I can't take your call at the moment, but please...

[SIGHS]

I wonder if you could call Mr. Bolton's room, please.

Room 105, yes?

Yeah.

[DIALS]

[GABRIEL] Hang on.

[SABINE] Thank you. What a gentleman.

[GABRIEL] I'll get in on the other side.

- You sure about this? - Yes.

Right.

[GABRIEL] Let's go.

[SHOUTING] Mark!

Nice place.

Shh. The nanny's sleeping in there.

Hang on.

- [GABRIEL GROWLS] - [LAUGHS]

[BOTH MOANING]

- [MOANS] - Shh, shh.

You definitely saw him enter the building?

- Yes. - Okay.

Well, surely he hasn't gotten lost.

- Uh, Gerry. - Yeah. Yep, yep.

You haven't seen Mark Bolton, have you? Ms. Rowdy's colleague?

- Uh, no, sir. Sorry. - Thank you.

[VANDERMEER SIGHS]

By the way, Sabine said to say she's sorry she couldn't be here.

Something rather urgent came up, she said. A personal matter.

Excuse me.

Ms. Rowdy, are you all right?

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SNIFFLES]

[HAND DRYER BLOWING]

[GASPS]

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