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You all right, boss?

Yeah.

Are the kids all right?

Yeah, everyone's fine. Thank you.

Well, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at home?

I'm waiting for someone.

Flipping carbon monoxide, eh?

I went to this flat last year. Three dead students,

with some rip-off landlord who wouldn't mend the boiler.

Mine's a blocked flue. Apparently.

Nah, they wouldn't, boss.

I'm afraid, I think...

Boss...

You wouldn't hit a man wearing two cups of coffee, would you?

I'll do more than that. You attacked my family.

No, I didn't. You fucking listening to me?

Yeah.

When you want to know the truth, come see me in the office.

* Venez dans mes bras *

* Closer to me, dear *

* Donnez-vous a moi *

* Set aside all fear *

* Restons sans laisser pour l'eternite *

* Yes, you shall be mine *

* Till the end of time *

Louise, I apologize for yesterday.

Well, okay. No, you were right about the phone.

OK.

I still believe...

that there is a simpler explanation. But you were right to bring it to my attention.

Thank you. You're a very good agent.

Would you like to see what I found?

Yes.

Elise...

You're will be better leader, if you stop trying to be one.

I don't care if you remember my birthday. I really don't...

A reprimand is always been part of the job.

OK.

This is the surveillance video from the phone shop in Hamburg.

The purchase was made with a credit card at 10:38.

But she's not in the queue.

Zoom in.

What's that logo on his cap? Looks like an eight.

We don't know who he is.

I could magnify more...

It wasn't us. Who was it, then?

You ever considered the idea

you didn't have your boiler properly serviced?

Yeah, that's the problem isn't it?

There's always a perfectly reasonable explanation.

That must be frustrating with us,.

because the explanation is reasonable

doesn't mean it isn't true.

Who are you, anyway? I mean, do you have an alias or something?

I have several.

I also have a name. It's Neil Gray.

Your stunt with Vanessa Hamilton cost us a potential asset.

And contrary to popular myth,

we don't go round knocking people off. Especially kids!

You don't seem to have too many scruples about all the young girls murdered

at the hands of Vanessa Hamilton.

Remind me to show you a photo of what happens when a bomb goes off

in a crowded tube carriage. Oh, please!

You might not rush to judge so quickly.

The Baturins paid the defense to bring down that plane.

I'll be arresting Artem Baturin for that crime.

Our little friend has a "Get-Out-Of-Jail-Free" card.

'The Chemist'?

If Edgar Branco is alive,

he is a walking weapon of mass destruction.

So we find him, we remove the leverage.

We don't just give in.

Or have you already done the deal?

There's a bigger picture here, Karl!

Don't tell me, "It involves tough choices."

That's the problem with clichés.

I told Bowden. Now I gonna tell you. Don't need to tell me. I know what you're gonna say.

And don't think of removing me from my job,

because I will go public on Stefan Czyrko. Yeah!

Olivier, this is Elise. Call me, it's urgent.

Armed guards will be present at all times during your stay here.

How lovely! _

Football! Aha!

You and me, match!

Me, er...champion. Tskhinvali.

Nobody beat Gregor.

That is, France. Russia.

You think we'll let you pass? Thick peasant.

_ When my boy comes back,

_ we beat your French police asses.

_ He best fucking lawyer.

One...

two...

three!

Yes?

Hi, it's me. Can I come up?

Hello. You came back early.

I took the night train. I really wanted to see you.

Look, I bought you some real books.

Hope you like Pablo Neruda.

I don't read poetry.

What's wrong? Who's the man in the "8" cap?

What?

The man who followed Bresson into the toilets at the airport.

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

My colleague, Karl, he remained suspicious of you.

I know that. And I defended you.

Good.

I wanted to clear your name.

I wanted so much to clear your name, but I can't.

I don't understand.

The man who follows Bresson in the airport

is the same one who buys his phone in Hamburg.

No. I bought his phone. You can check my credit card...

I have.

And the CCTV footage of the store

where the phone was purchased.

The same man stole your passport from Bresson

so you couldn't board the flight.

Was it a lie about your twin brother as well?

No.

Listen to me.

Sit down, please, I want to explain.

You're a murderer.

All those people died because of you.

We are on different sides, Elise, but...

And I don't understand why you chose yours.

It was true about Colonia Dignidad.

My brother did vanish into the hands of Nazis and pedophiles.

I was repeatedly raped by visitors to that place.

Underneath the colony there were cables.

Do you know where they went?

Langley, Virginia.

The CIA knew everything about that place.

They were watching the tapes of the rapes and the torture.

You don't know that.

Colonia Dignidad was at the heart of Covert Operations

in Latin America.

The CIA were heavily involved.

That's not an opinion or a conspiracy theory.

But...

Bresson was opposed to all of it.

Yes. Then why?

Being right about one thing

didn't make him right about everything.

Both sides do bad things in wars.

I just chose the side I thought was the least hypocritical.

You think this is a war?

It's a series of engagements.

The art is knowing when to stop.

Well, this stops with you in prison.

Move away, Elise.

You'd really shoot me?

Then none of it was true.

I let somebody put a camera in your flat. And I watched you.

I watched you argue with your...idiot boyfriend

and I judged it a good time to come over and get you into bed.

You mean nothing to me, Elise.

But believe me now, I will not hesitate to shoot you

if you do not move away from that door.

Miss Klein?

You OK? Ah, it's nothing.

Graze from a nine mil Makarov.

She only wanted to knock me over,

and she knew exactly what she was doing.

Who's she working for?

I think it's obvious.

The Russians.

So Gregor Baturin has powerful friends in Moscow.

None of whom would be sad to see the back of Paul Bresson.

He has been a thorn in their side over human rights.

It explains the extravagance issue, right?

Baturin kills a few enemies by hacking a plane.

They give the West a warning.

"Look what we can do."

Hmm.

Think we'll see her again?

They'll get her out if they have any sense.

The answer is 'The Chemist'.

We need to find Edgar Branco.

Without him, Koba has nothing. We can arrest him.

I agree with that.

Then go and find him. But hurry.

Because it won't be long before the Baturins are in Ossetia

and out of your reach for good.

Aah! Goal!

Oh, you fucking French pussies.

You...I am king of...Tskhinvali.

You...suck my...

Shit!

Quick, call an ambulance. Hurry!

Yeah? Sir.

Gregor Baturin's had a heart attack. He's dead.

All bets are off, then.

Yes? Sir, Gregor Baturin is dead.

Yes?

. . . We were tricked. They killed him.

I'll warn Koba. _

We must do everything possible to get him out. _

and if he has Branco and he can move him in time,

there's gonna be payback.

So...he'll be certain it was us.

First thing on his mind will be revenge.

We have to neutralize Koba before he finds out.

He's at Calais, at the Eurotunnel terminus.

I'll alert the French. Shall we hold back, sir?

No, we must detain him immediately.

Niedermayer was a great player.

He could always turn a defensive position

into an offensive rush.

Incredible.

Yes?

Get out! Get out!

Hands up! Get down!

Stay down!

Get down! Koba is not in the car. He escaped.

Hands up!

We have an intruder alert in sector 6,

He's in the Calais tunnel maintenance area,

so we have him cornered?

Look, there's nowhere for him to go.

The helicopter is inbound. _

Flying West to the site. _

Stop! Police. Freeze.

Sir, we have a report that a helicopter is inbound.

OK. Right, tell them...

Oh, shoot the fucker down!

Sir, safety... No, I don't care about safety!

Do not let him get away!

He got on to the helicopter.

Do you have a clear shot at Baturin?

No, negative.

Report back.

Oh...fuck!

What happened here?

She said she was watching me.

I was looking for devices.

You were very thorough.

Did you find anything?

No.

What do you want?

Gregor Baturin's dead.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, that's the consensus view.

So he'll think that...

We did it.

Well, it's the only reasonable thing to think.

Not that the fat, chain-smoking fucker

had arteries like a Victorian sewer.

Where is Artem now?

He took a short helicopter ride out of Sangatte,

then proceeded in a car to fuck knows where.

So that's your grubby little deal up the Swanee, is it?

Get back to the UK now.

We've got to find 'The Chemist' before Koba moves him.

Come on. We've been summonsed by the dark side.

. . _ He's no longer himself after his father's death.

. . _ The old man may have had a heart attack.

. . _ I'll call back when we need the helicopter.

They murdered him.

We're still not sure about that, but we'll find out.

I'm gonna give 'The Chemist' to ISIS as a present.

They gonna have bubonic plague for this.

Don't do anything for now.

Leave 'The Chemist' until we know what to do next.

Moving him can be very dangerous now.

We are making arrangements to get you out of France.

I'm not leaving without making sure they pay.

Don't do anything. Lie low, wait for orders.

I don't take orders from anybody now.

Go to this hotel and wait for us to arrange your exit.

I'll leave with you.

I'm very sorry about your father.

Vanessa Hamilton is still the solution.

As in the dead Vanessa Hamilton?

Remember what she said about 'The Chemist'?

He likes the boys from back home in Brazil.

She supplied him with boys.

So maybe there's still one out there.

We need to go back through her files.

And the Czyrko ones as well.

One of those boys knows where he is.

OK, we need to go through absolutely every detail

on Vanessa Hamilton's record.

What are we looking for?

Brazilian rent boys. What?

Yeah. Check out all the girls on Vanessa's books as well.

Find out if they can help us. Oh, yes.

We'll take care of that part, right?

Be good, BB. Come on.

We'll check out the Czyrko file.

Does Louise ever, er...say anything about me?

You really wanna know that?

I like her a lot, just something happens whenever she's around.

I can't help pushing the gobby asshole button.

Hey, take your mind off it.

She's got...I dunno. She's got style.

The way she stands all cool and French in that Mac.

Yeah, yeah. You got to just be yourself, man.

That's all.

I know. I actually think that's a big part of the problem.

Thiago? That's a Brazilian name, right?

Stefan Czyrko mentions three Brazilians in his reports.

Thiago. Takes part in videos of gang rape and torture of twinks.

Of what, sorry? Twinks.

Young men that look like boys.

Very popular with English ruling class.

I don't know about "look", boss.

Them establishment nonces usually go for the real deal.

Start tracing the number and go find him.

Your wish is my command.

Does it work any better for you in French, cupcake?

I'm going home.

Won't you stay at our place, Elise? Your place is a tip.

No. Thanks.

Elise...

I didn't care what Gael was feeling.

I don't see why it would be any different for me now.

Brian! No, you knocked our tower over.

He broke it!

He broke the tower, didn't he, naughty Brian?

Shall we make it really big?

I'll get it. Are you getting the ball?

Got it. Brian's ball.

Well, they're all right, aren't they?

Karl. Yeah?

Sorry, darling. Can I just...

You know that time when the hot water went

and the guys came to fix it and they said to check the flues?

And you said? I'd look into it.

Yeah. Yeah.

You know the secret of a really good intelligence operation?

The fact that you don't know is actually the objective.

It's too random.

If...if they wanted to kill us,

they would have made the leak more lethal.

If they just wanted to warn us, it wasn't controllable enough.

They couldn't have known Brian would save the day.

Good old Brian.

Call me naive... You're naive.

But I think it was a... faulty boiler and a blocked flue.

And we're alive.

And I'm gonna go online and getting a carbon monoxide alarm.

Gonna get dinner started. OK.

Ssh.

Ssh. I removed it.

A gun really isn't what you want.

I want to die. No!

No, no, no, no. We're the survivors, remember?

It wasn't true.

That I have no feelings for you.

It wasn't true. You're a spy.

Do you know the phrase, "Maskirovka"?

It means guile and deception.

Soldiers in uniforms without insignia.

Many battles are won that way.

You're not a soldier, you're a liar and coward.

I've had better sex with you.

Now look who's the liar here.

This isn't "Maskirovka", it's just me.

You taste like gin.

One more night? No.

One more night?

Yes.

One more night.

Don't fucking run.

Don't run. I was the fastest kid in my class, so I'll catch you.

For fuck's sake!

So I imagine work's dried up a bit

since Vanessa Hamilton went to the humidor in the sky, Thiago?

Edgar Branco. Where can we find him?

I know a man. Let's call him Mr.Gray because that's his name.

He can fix stuff.

He can certainly organize a trip back to your "Favela"

with a couple of those nice men from G4 sitting next to you.

Fuck you. I'm legal.

I don't think that detail would bother Mr.Gray too much.

Where did you meet him?

She took me to his place in a car, and when I left,

she had to give me six Bennies to bring my heart rate down.

He gave you drugs? Oh, man.

He shot me up with stuff, you would not believe.

Oh, I might. What do you remember?

In the corridor outside his flat there was a...a plant. Spiky.

Where?

I promise you, blondie, I don't remember.

A block of flats. Ugly.

The flat was on the fourth floor. It's my lucky number.

What else do you remember?

About the area.

There was, erm...

a tattoo shop, on the corner of the street.

I remember seeing it but I don't remember its name.

Think.

It had, erm...

it had pictures of birds on it.

Small ones, like, er...

Andorinha?

I saw Eryka Klein last night.

She came to my flat.

She stayed the night with me again.

I don't know who I am any more.

I'm gonna tell Olivier.

No, don't do that.

I betrayed my profession, my colleagues, our investigation.

Your gender.

I'm kidding.

Elise...you're in love.

You being you, there are no half measures.

Still trust me?

Oh, come on.

Nothing will ever change your irritating pedantry

or your photographic memory,

or the fact that you're an embarrassment in a witness interview,

especially with small, frightened children, but...

Come on.

Of course I still trust you.

God help us.

Thank you. You're very welcome.

You're my best friend.

Look.

Andorinhas.

Swallows.

Is that ugly?

I don't know anything about architecture.

Shall we call back-up?

Let's just take a look.

Karl.

Call back-up.

Get your fucking hands off her, you...

Hmm.

Pretty eyes. Thanks.

Oh...

I remember a prisoner once with eyes like hers.

Actually, it was the first time I successfully removed a retina

from the eyeball of a conscious person.

What a great day.

You may call Koba.

The bastards killed my father, so kill them.

Kill them now.

The male cop first.

Put a bullet right up his ass,

and leave the phone on so I can hear.

Don't spend too much time fooling about with the girl

before you kill her either.

Wait! Me first! Take me first!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Excuse me? Hand me the phone, please, sir? Thanks.

Are you sure you want to do it this way?

Karl? It's me, let me know when you're getting home.

I've bought sea bass.

Mister...

You can go.

Yes, it will take you approximately...

let's say...three days to die.

Then your bodies will start to decompose...

releasing fluids.

Then eventually the neighbors will smell you, of course,

and call the emergency services.

Who will, in their turn, become infected themselves.

You understand?

So, that's how it will go.

In fact, you will be the little fire in the baker's shop...

that burns the whole city down.

See?

Now, if you will excuse me.

A few minutes. A little preparation.

Is the chopper here?

Close.

Good.

I've left them a goodbye present.

Two cops nearly fucked everything up

by finding 'The Chemist'.

No worry. We've got them safe and sound.

Which cops?

The English guy and the French girl

who were snooping after you at the start.

Luckily we found them before they could call reinforcements.

Are...are they still alive?

Just.

I told them not to spend too much time fooling about with her

before they kill her.

I just hope they listen.

'The Chemist' will let them die slowly

and make them into a toxic booby trap.

That's quite a leaving gift.

It's for my father. He does not go unavenged.

It wasn't an airborne virus, right?

No.

But it will close down that shitty little island

for a few years.

Helicopter's on its way.

We head out in 20 minutes.

I need to go to the bathroom.

If you're having a shower, then hurry the fuck up.

. . . Patch me to control center immediately.

We've got a dog. Did I tell you that?

No.

What is it called?

What? What is it called?

The dog? Yeah.

Well, you know, er...

you know the three-headed dog

that guards the Gates of Hades? Cerberus?

Yeah. Not that.

Brian.

Oh.

We came close to getting them.

Yeah.

Close but no cheroot.

Well, we found cheroots.

What? We found cheroots.

What?

We found cheroots.

It's a phrase. "Close but no cigar."

It's when you nearly succeed,

but you don't quite make it.

You say, "Close but no cigar." I said, "Close but no cheroot."

That was a joke, wasn't it? No...

Elise...

it's not funny.

Is it...not funny? No, it's not funny.

So, why do you laugh, then?

I don't know.

You have to laugh, don't you? No time for weeping.

That's for all the kids you tortured in Colonia Dignidad,

you fucking inhuman Nazi.

Mr.Max?

Elise?

Elise?

No, no, don't worry.

Just...

Elise? Sorry, can you...

hold her head back?

Elise!

Don't worry. Hold still.

Elise! Help! No worries.

Aagh! So, this is going to sting...

Get your fucking hands off her! Elise!

Murder!

Aagh!

Elise!

Elise!

So...

Elise?

You want to see her?

Fuck off.

She has just fainted from the shock. See?

More conventional approach for you, I presume? Or the same?

Armed police!

Drop your weapons!

Do not move!

Get her to the hospital! He has injected her in the fucking eye!

Get her out of here quickly!

She's contagious, she's been injected in the eye. Move!

Stay on the floor, Mr.Branco.

Don't worry. I'm not in the habit of executing people in cold blood.

Aaargh!

Unless it's a clause in a very tricky last-minute deal with the Russians.

Photographs and DNA.

They want full evidence that he has been decommissioned.

I gotta get to the hospital.

Come with me.

They'll do everything they can for her.

And unless you're a virologist, you'll just get in the way.

Besides, we've got an appointment with Artem Baturin.

Can you hear me? Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Artem Baturin, I'm arresting you

for offenses against the Terrorism Act of 2006.

. . . . Control here. Has the Operation finished?

. . Affirmative, control. It's over.

ONE WEEK LATER _

How is it?

It's a bit strange...looking out of one eye.

I thought you'd been doing that all your life.

I got another blood transfusion today.

Yeah, I know.

You might have got some of my blood. We're the same type.

They think they might have flushed the virus out.

They got it so early. Good.

What's happening to Artem Baturin?

They're trying to find a place to hold the trial.

Trying to keep the core of it secret.

And the plane?

Won't ever come out.

Might let the stuff about Robert Fournier and Defense

into the public domain, but that's it.

Nobody will know who took the plane down?

Nope.

And that doesn't bother you?

Well, he's on trial. He'll spend the rest of his life in prison.

Nothing's ever perfect, is it?

Gotta know when to stop, I guess.

That's almost exactly what she said to me once.

Have you heard from her again?

No.

She saved your life, Elise. It was quite a leaving present.

Hey, you'll get better.

You don't need to find your long-lost twin.

You're an exceptional person in your own right.

You're you.

Good night, boss. Good night.

Good evening.

Hello. You've reached Laura and Karl.

Please leave a message.

Hi, it's me. I'm on my way home.

Tell the kids they can stay up late, eh?

I love you all.

* A long time I have loved *

* the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body *

* Until I even believe that * * you own the Universe *

* I will bring you happy * * flowers from the mountains *

* bluebells, dark hazels and * * rustic baskets of kisses *

* I want to do with you *

* what spring does with the cherry trees *

(GRACIAS A LA VIDA BY MERCEDES SOSA)

* Thanks to life, which has given me so much * * HE gave me two stars, which when I open *

* Perfectly distinguish black from white * * The high sky in the starry background *

* And the man I love in the crowds *