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Adam?

Adam!

♪ Venez dans mes bras

♪ Closer to me, dear

♪ Donnez-vous é moi

♪ Set aside all fear

♪ Restons enlacés

♪ Pour I'éternité

♪ Yes, you shall be mine

♪ Till the end of time

Armed police!

Clear!

Guys?

Chuks?

GPS co-ordinates. He's
giving us a location.

OK.

Vicarage Lane. About 10 miles from here.

That's Adam's, Elise.
Some kind of negative ions thing.

Maybe he's put it there
to show us where he was.

Yeah, trouble is,
Kieran wants us to know where...

What are you doing with my son?!

Think of what he wants you to do
and do exactly the opposite.

- Why hasn't he left us a message?
- It's part of the torture.

Karl?

We can't lose focus.

I used to work with him.

OK. And why is he...?

He's a man who lost everything.
All his truths stem from that.

His real name is Kieran Ashton.

- Why is he doing this to us, Karl?
- I slept with his wife.

When they were living in France she came
to me to talk about his... decline.

We only...

Anyway, he knows. So now
he feels betrayed...

by... society, by the police.

- And by his friend.
- Yeah.

Karl...

OK. He's toast.

Not French toast, sadly,
but you can't have everything.

This is his last hurrah.

But that's a very poor way of putting it
when he has your son as a hostage, Karl.

- Yeah.
- We will be doing everything we can.

I can't stay on the case.
Obviously I'm too close to it now, so...

I have to put my trust in you guys.

- That's it.
- I think that's the right thing to do.

Yeah.

We will keep you
informed of developments.

- I don't understand.
- We need to ensure...

- She was gonna take me off the case.
- How do you know?

Never mind.
Sorry, I just wanna say one more thing.

I think everyone should know this.
Sorry, Andrea. It's just er...

It's not random
that he's picking on me and my family.

A few years ago I was looking after him
on an undercover operation,

er... investigating human trafficking.

And he was pulled off
that case for political

reasons that were questionable
to say the least.

- Karl.
- Anyway...

I slept with his wife.

Er... When they were still married.

And living in France under a new identity.

And I recently discovered
that he'd found out about it.

I haven't said anything
up to now, out of erm...

er... er... embarrassment.

What's embarrassment now, though?

OK, Europol and Interpol
have been informed.

This is a straightforward manhunt.

Has TT been in touch with you?

I'd tell you if he had.

Yes, but now you're not on the case
you might not want to tell me everything.

No, I just told Andrea that
to get her off my back.

Why wouldn't I tell you everything?
We're together in this, aren't we?

- Right.
- What are you gonna do?

Report our conversations?
Tell 'em what I'm doing?

That's not what I said.

For me the most important thing is to
find Adam. What is it for you, Elise?

Gold stars for diligence
beyond the call of duty or...

winning your bloody game with TT
that you keep going on about?

Are you trying
to pick a fight?

I don't know. Are you
gonna give me a fight?

I don't want to.

Why don't you tell me how you think
this bloody game of yours is gonna end?

- You want my honest belief?
- No, sugar the fucking pill, as usual.

- I won't change for you either.
- Good.

I'm glad to hear you have
a choice in the matter.

Do you want to insult me or do you want
an answer to your fucking question?

I don't know.

I think TT aims to kill Adam eventually.

But he may not if we get to him in time.

And I'm sorry because I can
feel the pain it's causing you.

I just wanna find my son.

Why are you doing this to me?

Has everything you've ever known
turned out to be wrong?

People that you expect to help you
let you down?

Authorities that are supposed
to protect you... don't.

Friends that you trust with your life...

betray you.

Boo-fucking-hoo.

Why don't you take it up
with the ombudsman for self-pity?

You've got your dad's mouth.
I wonder if you have his morals as well.

So all this is just about some beef
that you have with Karl.

Some Truth Terrorist.

No, you're wrong. No truth was more
or less important than any of the others.

- You called him Karl.
- Yeah, sometimes. So what?

I had a son once. I don't think I'd have
liked him to call me by my first name.

What happened to him?

He was in a car accident.
I was talking to his mother at the time.

The phone remained on in the car.
I heard it all.

That's terrible. I can't imagine...

I don't need to imagine.

- Hi, Dad.
- Well, well. This is a rare treat.

Skimmed milk, I'm afraid.

- How's the blood pressure?
- Not bad.

I have to avoid... booze, salt...

watching Gideon Osborne on the telly.

Doing some volunteer work
for the bird observatory on Sandwich Bay.

- That's good.
- Lots of migrants arriving now.

White-throats, swifts.

- You should bring the kids down.
- Hm.

Been following your case, of course.

Saw you on the telly once.

Bloody madman. Terrorism's not the answer.

Ah, well, I'm sure he'd
have built a Vanguard Party

of the Proletariat if
he'd only had the time.

Can I take a look at Grandad's pistol?

The Spanish Civil War one?
You said it was for me after you died.

I did. And Adam after you.

I'd like to borrow it now.
Show it to someone.

- Who?
- Firearms expert.

Special interest in military history.

February, 1937.

Battle of Jarama.
Half the 15th Brigade died that day.

A comradeship of heroes.

Who'd die for a cause these days?

Plenty of people, just not your cause.

It was yours once, too.

Don't really have the
temperament for causes, do I?

You can tell me.
I know we've... had our differences...

But you can talk to me.

He's taken him.

He's taken Adam.

He's taken him from me, Dad.

And we're running out of time.

Excuse me?

Er... excuse me?

What the hell do you think you're doing?

- Ground zero.
- Get out of here.

I'm not interested in how
he ordered his material.

And I'm not interested in your useless
category of English and French.

No offence, but I'm not interested
in whether you can build the Sistine Chapel

out of fucking matchsticks!

I warn you...

Understand?

I'll know what I'm looking
for when I find it.

You'd better know what you're doing.

Whoa.

Careful there, sir.

Firearms will be here any moment.

I'd make myself scarce if I were you.

You're tapping my phone... and my computer.

Only following orders.

Sir.

"Stephen Beaumont."

"What good are old people?“

"A world gone mad."

"Inequality before the law."

"Suffer the children."

"Fabien Vincent. Fabien Vincent..."

Ben.

No, you don't need to do this.

Yes, I do.

Don't worry, it's just going
to put you to sleep for a few...

I don't want to go to sleep.

Ssh, ssh.

No, no, no. No, no, no.

No!

Sssh.

I knew a Becky.

You wanted me to get on with my dad again,
so it would make it worse for him, right?

You didn't make me love my dad again.

I always loved him.

His...

His... kindness.

Throw away your usual mobile.

Where's my son?

Throw away your mobile. I don't want
the police to be able to track you.

I'll do anything you want to save him.

I'll kill myself if that's
what you want, Kieran.

Huh. Get rid of your mobile
or you will never hear from me again.

He will search for you...
endlessly.

And you will be gone.

Just a ghost... in the clouds.

- What time is it?
- Morning.

- Why were you sleeping in your car?
- Erm...

To be ready.

We have leads on places he might use.

My house...

My house is near Bordeaux.

There are fig trees in
the garden and erm...

Hirondelles - longtails.

That come back each spring
to make their nest.

Swallows.

I stand outside the house. I look at it.

I push the front door open.

I walk up the stairs... into every room.

Setting down things I want to remember,

until I get right to the top to the attic.

Where we used to sleep as children.

Is she there?

Your sister?

She's with me. She...

She shows me where things are.

We're nearly ready to go back
to where we began.

It's all set.

I'll send you text messages
to guide you along.

- I've gotta go. I've gotta go alone.
- Please don't go.

- Let me go!
- Where are you meeting him?

- I can't tell you.
- Karl, where are you meeting him?

Stop.

That way.

Get the dogs in here.

Has he burned him?

I can't see any corpse.

- We've got something.
- Something in the main house.

Downstairs.
I think the dogs have got something.

The corner!

He's here.

Where's my son?

You fucking lunatic!

Tell me or I'll blow your fucking head off.

Last time we fought
I was a bit disappointed in you, Karl.

Thought I'd give you an advantage.

Quite a stage we've got here.

CCTV everywhere.

I imagine we'll have company pretty soon.

- What happened to you, Kieran?
- You happened to me.

You should never have
taken me off the case.

Let my son go.

I trusted you with my life.
You should have protected me.

I did protect you. You'd
have ended up dead.

- You knew I was on to something big.
- Too big. That was the problem.

Do you know... what it was all about?

I didn't then. I do know.

I worked for Peloton in the end.

After taking my identity,
they recruited me in France.

How ironic is that?

More sad than ironic.

Their logic was sound.

If somebody was gonna enslave other humans,
why not choose,

control, tax that somebody.

- Cos it's not what we do.
- No.

- You just destroy other people's families.
- I didn't destroy your family, Kieran.

They were fucking terrified of you.

That's why they were driving to England.

I heard them screaming for me from the car.

How are you gonna make up for that?

Well, kill me, then.

Take the gun.

Take it. Kill me.

Let my son go.

Here.

Kill me. Spare my son.

Please.

Here they come.

You don't have long, Karl.

If they arrest me, I promise, you will
never find out what happened to your son.

Stop!

Stop!

Good.

This is where it ends, Karl.

We're hoping to get someone down there.

There is no risk to the ventilation shaft
itself. They understand their instructions.

- Just a moment.
- He's got Karl.

Yeah, the only problem is that it's Karl
who not only is the one holding a gun,

but now he's pointing it at us.

Karl's a possible target as well now.

And Ashton tipped off the press.

He's stage-managing the whole thing
so everybody can see his grand finale.

I have to talk to Karl. TT knows it's over.

He's going to goad Karl into killing him.
That will be his final victory.

I cannot allow that to happen.
That would be tantamount to an execution.

Then let's at least deny him the publicity
and shut down the CCTV.

We're ready to move. Over.

The press will scream cover-up.
He's got his own feed, anyway.

Can I go talk to him?

The final declaration from the man
known as the Truth Terrorist,

in which he announces
that his campaign is at an end.

My final truth is about the betrayal and
lies that keeps us in a pit of corruption.

Oh, look. Here comes your little friend.

You can drop the gun now, Karl.

She hasn't abandoned her colleague
and run away, has she?

- Where's Adam?
- You can drop the gun.

- We've found Adam.
- She's lying.

He was in an old Peloton property.
Fabien Vincent told me where it was.

- Is he all right?
- Yes.

He's gone, Karl. You've lost him for ever.

We've found him.

- And he's all right?
- Yes.

Where is he, then?

He's in the hospital, but
he's going to be OK.

Tell her - call him.

I don't need to.

- Is he all right?
- Yes.

Is he all right?

There was enough morphine in his body
to collapse his respiratory system

several times over.

He survived that.

Are you saying that because it's true
or cos it's what I want to hear?

- Is my son alive, Elise?
- Yes.

ls my son alive, Elise?

Yes.

Is my son alive, Elise?

Is my son alive, Elise?

- Karl, give me the gun. Don't shoot.
- Will you fucking... get back!

- Step away!
- They'll shoot you.

On your fucking knees.

Why should he live?

Do you believe in the
sanctity of life, Karl?

Shut up.

Because if you don't it makes no sense
to keep alive a man who took your son away.

Karl. Karl. It's the same
thing he's always done.

It's the same tricks he's always using.
That's not truth.

That's just cheap logic.

Right, now you really do have to choose,
don't you, Karl?

No running away
with your tail between your legs,

close your eyes,
say it's none of your responsibility.

- That's not how it was.
- Karl.

- Still a fucking coward.
- Karl!

He wants you to kill him.
Don't give him what he wants.

Your order, ma'am.

Andrea... don't do it.

Be smarter than him.

Don't give him what he wants.

Don't give him what he wants.

Karl!

Aaargh! Aaargh!

Where's Adam?

He's in the hospital.

He won't have suffered at all.

"For she remarked to Tom now
that never before this summer

had she dreamed of the garden so often,

and never before this summer
had she been able to remember so vividly

what it had felt like to
be the little Hatty -

to be longing for someone to play with
and for somewhere to play.

Elise is here.

OK.

The swallows are back.

Do you think it's true
he couldn't burn him?

Yes.

But I'm also sure he won't speak about it.

Mute and blind.

He will only ever see shadows.

Think how far they've come.

All the way from Africa.
200 miles a day, apparently.

Hazardous journey... for
such delicate creatures.

I'm gonna leave the police.

After the trial I'm gonna find some...

decent journalist, and tell them about
the case Kieran couldn't investigate.

About how he lost his identity,
how he lost his... sanity.

About Peloton. Everything.

Just don't want the press to turn this
into some kind of sexual jealousy story.

It was never that.

No. I'm gonna tell the truth.

Elise, are you staying to eat?

We've got tons of Tabasco.

No, thank you. I just came
to see if Karl was OK.

As you see...

Bye, then.

Au revoir.