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I was shown a photograph of two dead bodies in the snow.

The director of the refugee camp was shot dead

along with his head of communications

in the manner of the Russian FSB.

I need to find out if she knows anything about our plan.

Remember once you've exposed the cores of the radiology machines,

you'll have three minutes to get them out of their casings

and into the water inside the lead containers.

Within one minute of exposure to the cores, you'll be very sick.

After two minutes, you may be blind.

After three minutes, you'll be dead.

If you know you're being surveilled, why did you make a rendezvous?

We arranged the real rendezvous on the plane

'cause I knew my phone would be bugged.

Explain to me why you're helping me.

An obsession with annihilation and those who seek it.

I do need you to do something for me.

I want confirmation that the TDKP was a cover for the CIA,

and that they assassinated Marcus Seabright.

That's a mighty big ask for you to work out some daddy issues.

She's playing a double game.

She's still working for them, and she knows everything.

But she's also trying to escape with her daughter.

I need her to believe I'm helping her with that, and she'll stay close to me.

I can protect you from the Americans.

But the deal is Yasmina has to go back to Nour

until we know exactly what we're doing. She's not safe with us.

Everything depends on her safety.

So what's your real name?

The best lies are mostly true.

Are you a fan of his music?

You know what the inscription on his tomb says?

The inscription is in Greek.

And it says,
"He was true to his own demon."

I love him too.

That's why I came all the way from Baltimore.

What about you? Why are you here?

I, too, am true to my demons.

-Anything? -The intel was correct.

It's definitely a comm spot. He picked something up.

-What was it? -It was a card from the grave.

I don't know what kind of card. I didn't see.

He left a bouquet of flowers, but he was wearing gloves so no prints.

Fuck.

You got a description?

He has dark hair. 6'1''. Medium build.

Dark overcoat. Black hat.

Okay. If you don't have eyes on him, make your way back to the grave.

Isolate the flowers. Make it quick.

There could be DNA on the wrapper.

We need to know who the fuck this guy is and where he's going.

Copy that.

-Yep. -6'1'', medium build, black hat.

-And you call me if you get eyes on him. -Copy that.

I saw a guy, same build wearing different clothes. I'm looking for him now.

Hold on. You're heavy on theory, light on practice.

Just stay calm.

You don't take any chances, and you do not get close to him.

-Do you hear me? -Copy that.

-Anything? -No.

All right. Fuck it. Get in there. See if you can get eyes on him now.

I'm on my way.

mama. This is not how I thought Paris would be.

Okay. She's headed due south towards the perimeter wall.

-You see him? -No.

-No sign of the target. -Okay. Just keep her in your sight.

Agent down. Fuck. Target headed towards the northwest perimeter.

Get after him.

Shit.

Talk to me, Matthew. Matthew.

Matthew, talk to me.

-Target breaching the perimeter. -Fuck.

Scaling the bridge at Rue de Bagnolet. Lost him.

Go check on Phillipa now. Right fucking now.

He shot her at point-blank range in the head.

She's dead, sir.

Mum, wake up. Come on, mum, mum.

I will tickle you. Come on, mum.

Wake up. It's time to wake up.

Okay, okay.

Is it today I have to go home?

Yes.

But you are staying here. You are staying here with her?

Just for a little while.

But why, Mum?

I just need to take care of some things so we can have a new home.

Hey, we'll be together again soon.

...promise.

Okay, my darling?

Yasmina.

Don't worry, my love.

-Okay?

Adilah. I may be your aunt, but you are my daughter.

You are in my heart.

We've been taught to live in peace, you know.

My prayer is that God will save you and you will be forgiven.

The taxi is waiting.

Let's not keep the taxi waiting.

"Dear Michael,

when you depart from me, sorrow abides, and happiness takes his leave.

I miss you."

"To my comrade."

Hey.

Tried to sleep, but I couldn't.

You know, Yasmina's never been inside a place like this?

The man who owns it must be very rich.

Michael?

Yeah.

You say his name in a strange way.

Do I?

Yeah.

He was my father's friend.

Was that all he was to you?

After my father died, he was my guardian.

And then my mentor.

And then more.

Silly girl.

He made me who I am today.

And do you still see each other? No.

Not really.

Fuck the past. I need a martini.

We're unsure of this man's origins.

Sometimes he says he is Corsican, sometimes not.

Judging by his body odour, his personal hygiene is questionable.

Intel informs us he has no friends, no sexual relationships, no family...

However, he is a genius.

Good. We are in need of a genius.

Come in.

Ah, Cesar, let me introduce you to Malik.

Malik, Cesar. I have been explaining to Malik

that you are a specialist in electronic and digital interception.

Can we get straight to it. I have a medical appointment. For my feet.

It doesn't really have a name.

What does it do? Anything you want.

Does it make coffee?

No. I wasn't asked to make something that makes coffee.

What were you asked to make?

The Americans know more than we do on the Djinn Al Raqqa case.

They don't trust us. They are withholding intel.

We asked Cesar to come up with something which would override

the American security systems.

These systems protect communications between their field agents

and their headquarters in Langley, Virginia.

It only works if you are in close proximity of the sender.

Which we are. Wait... ...who is the sender?

We know the hotel where Max Peterson is staying...

...and we know which room he is in.

If you place this device within three metres of a mobile phone or a laptop...

...it will record and transmit all communications...

...bypassing all their security procedures.

That said, the Americans have a man in Virginia.

His name is Wallace. He'll eventually figure out what I'm doing.

We have permission from the Elysee to carry out surveillance.

I really need to leave. My toes are on fire.

God... ...I really have to go.

Magritte, does it work? It works.

That CIA agent drinks.

So, I was able to test it at the bar of his hotel two days ago.

They let you in?

As a cleaner. I put the device in the cupboard.

I intercepted two encrypted emails he sent to his superiors in Langley.

So what did the CIA operative have to say while intoxicated?

He said the British agent Imogen, is reporting directly to him...

...and believes the Americans are better informed and more efficient.

Good bye.

Thank you, Cesar.

Malik, she's fucking you, and not in the way you want.

It's bullshit.

She never does things for the reasons you think she's doing them.

Bold move.

I really hate these types of hotels

where all the rich Americans go.

Makes me sick.

But you seem quite comfortable in this world.

It's my job to be comfortable in different kinds of places.

I've played so many people in my life.

I don't know where I belong anymore.

But for the next hour, this will do.

Why do you hate it so much?

Does it remind you of your modeling days?

I don't know if I should tell you.

Well, then you absolutely have to tell me.

I was 21.

They dressed me in beautiful clothes, talked about heaven.

You see, my time had come.

It was my day of days.

They had strapped explosives to my body.

The waiter just smiled at me as I walked into the lounge like death.

I was death.

There were enough explosives to bring the ceiling down on all of us.

-There were children in the room.

Lovers, families, friends.

Mostly American tourists,

all completely unaware as they ate their breakfasts.

Sleepy rich people and me.

The switch was right here inside my coat.

All I had to do was push it down.

So why are you still here?

A wire had worked loose.

Why are you telling me this?

I thought you'd be interested in what the moment of annihilation feels like...

from somebody who survived it.

Just to be clear.

The annihilation I spoke of was purely personal.

Would only affect me.

Would not take place in the lounge of a hotel.

Was Yasmina born yet? No.

You know, there is no greater suffering for a parent

than when your child is suffering.

A mother's blood is her child's blood.

Yes, it is.

Right. Well, I have to go to the loo. I'll be back.

By the way,

I don't think you ever would have flicked the switch.

You are fucking amazing. She wouldn't shut up.

Did you get anything?

Phase two has just begun, thanks to you.

I need more time.

I thought that would satisfy your insatiable American appetite.

Yeah, well, tell you what.

Welcome to America.

I had an operative shot in the head this morning at point-blank range.

I am sorry to hear that.

Take it.

Maybe not another coincidence.

ISIS doesn't usually go in for clean assassinations like that.

It's like they were trained by another entity.

Like a proxy operation?

I'll look into it.

Description of who did it? 6'1'', dark hair, a medium build, likely a member of the cell.

Listen, you have 24 hours to bring me tangible results

or we will resort to conventional methods of interrogation to get that fucking woman

-to tell us what she knows. -She won't.

I'm sorry, she won't.

You can pull out all her nails, you can break all of her bones.

She will never tell you anything

because she thinks if she does, they will kill her daughter.

Now, I think I can reach the part of her that will change her mind.

I'm sorry to say I'm your only hope.

Twenty-four hours.

The intel about my father, where is it?

Almost forgot.

Marcus Seabright... Interesting man, your daddy.

It's not easy to be so bad, they wanna kill you.

And by the way, what happened in Morocco,

wasn't what it looked like.

Never is.

You were right.

Excellent martini.

Salut, Malik.

Listen...
...I can't say I'm surprised,

but I found out about your cozy relationship with Max

and the Americans, okay?

You are not allowed to handle a terrorist target in this country

without joint custody with a French intelligence operative.

Not American, French.

Find a way to sneak out when the target is secure tonight.

And meet me at our bench in the canal, hmm?

And, courtesy of the Americans, I know where you are staying.

They've bugged the place and so have we.

grow up, Malik. Don't be jealous. See you tonight.

Enough of the rich Americans.

I wanna take you to the real Paris, somewhere I used to go in the old days.

Got a light?

Everything is in place.

The ship has departed and is en route to Marseille

to meet you and head to America.

The Djinn Al Raqqa confirms she's still in Paris with the British woman.

But she's never alone. She never lets her out of her sight.

I know about the British woman.

Tell everyone I will be back on the ship by tomorrow night.

The explosive device is secure on board

and soon we will depart for the US harbor.

Tell everyone I will be back on the ship by tomorrow night.

The explosive device is secure on board

and soon we will depart for the US harbor.

How did we get this?

Cesar planted a device a year ago

in a place where 'persons of interest' get together, so we listen in.

Finally something we know, that the Americans don't.

He's talking about the Djinn Al Raqqa.

...and a ship heading for a US harbor, with an explosive device on board.

I've got our people looking into the 'Djinn'.

There is one Djinn for each day of the week.

And for each day there is a color and an angel.

My opinion is it's a cell using the Djinn as code names.

We must share this with the Americans. Wait...

...Cesar intercepted some calls that suggest

an American agent was murdered today.

We're trying to find out who the agent was,

who murdered them, and what they did with the body.

Okay. So our City is now totally out of our fucking control.

So take back control.

I am meeting Imogen tonight. Malik...

We have intel on a major terrorist operation.

Just give me time to talk to Imogen... This is OUR intel.

We got lucky. We have to share it.

If we tell the Americans, they'll show up with a fucking marching band.

Imogen can find out the truth faster.

Just give me tonight.

Plastic brain scar

I want laser

I'm your chauffeur With high

Gloss highs

Take you where you want...

Are you hoping to see some old friends?

No, I just haven't been here in years.

...Train Yeah, yeah, yeah

Wolf lady

Sucks my brain

Apricot

Sunrise came

LA nights

Just roll in

Can't stop off the train...

Hey, I'm gonna get a drink.

...Train Yeah, yeah, yeah

Can't stop off the train

Train Yeah, yeah, yeah

Nasal douche

Poolside line

Soft lit tan

What's your sign?

Hold my hand

Just roll in...

Your hair...

You dress like her.

Adilah, this insanity has to stop.

You can't do this. Come with me now.

You have to trust me.

I know who he is.

Fuck you.

It's not what you think. -Fuck.

Come on.

Get in.

Twenty-four, rue de l'Atlantique.

-What the fuck is going on? -I don't kn--

-Did you know about this? -No, I didn't.

-Quick. Go.

Fuck.

Come on.

Hey. I had no idea that was going to happen, I swear.

I didn't know he was following us.

So one of the drawbacks of my job is, occasionally,

I have to associate with people who are trying to kill me.

But this is fucking extreme.

Why would I want you killed? You're the only person that's helping me.

Imogen, you know that doesn't make any sense.

Please.

Are you coming?

Yes.

I'm so glad you're okay.

I'm okay now.

Imogen, we received fresh intelligence.

There is a ship.

It's going to set sail to the United States.

It contains some kind of device that will be detonated in a US harbor.

We know it's being organized by a terrorist cell.

They are using names that are taken from something called the Book of Surprises.

She showed me that book in Istanbul.

It's like she wants me to figure it out.

You will. You will.

I'll continue in the company of the target,

and I'll continue to promise protection for her and her daughter.

And I'll concentrate my investigation on getting her

to tell me the name of the ship and the nature of the device on board.

You are now an identified target for them.

And the Americans lost an agent this morning.

I'm worried about you.

I can't walk away now.

I'm getting closer. -We're getting closer.

Fuck.

I wish you were not staying in Michael's apartment.

I have to do this.

We'll be okay...

but I have to do this.

I know.

I know.