[theme music playing]
[people speaking indistinctly]
[baby crying] [woman speaking indistinctly]
[reporter on TV] Emergency services...
[man speaking indistinctly]
[man and woman moaning in distance]
[door opens]
[muffled bang]
[footsteps approaching]
[door opens]
[door closes]
[footsteps approaching]
[speaking German]
[in English] I can't...
[shouting in German]
I don't know...
[speaks German]
[in English] What are you doing?
[handcuffs clicking]
Who the fuck are you?
[speaking German]
[in English] I don't understand.
[in English] Take off your shirt.
What?
Shirt!
Why are you doing this? [speaking German]
[in English] You asked me like a little piggy.
What the fuck? I didn't... Little piggy.
What the fuck? I never asked you to do anything.
You contact me.
No. No, I didn't...
[speaking German]
[Alex groaning in pain]
[grunting]
What the fuck?
[man groaning]
Wake up.
Why do you have pictures of my wife?
[speaking German]
In English, you piece of shit!
[chuckling, speaking German]
[in English] It's all for you.
You wanted it. You came to me.
On das computer. Look at the folder "Das Opfer."
[chuckles]
You beg me...
Like little bitch.
You wanted it. You made it easy for me.
[Alex] Oh, Jesus!
[man] You told me exactly what you wanted me to do.
[speaking German]
[in English] It's impossible.
[imperceptible]
[chuckling]
[man speaking German]
[man chuckles]
[breath trembling]
It's fucking impossible.
[grunting]
It's better when you struggle.
[Alex straining]
For your wife, it will be slow.
It will hurt her.
[yelling]
[groans, grunts]
[grunting]
[panting]
[groans]
[knocking on wall]
[man speaking French]
[indistinct conversations]
[Alex, on voicemail] Leave a message after the tone.
Hello, Alex, I've got $5 billion up here, asking me what's wrong
with the man they're about to entrust said $5 billion to.
Call me back.
Fuck!
[knocking on door]
[man speaking French]
[knocking continues]
[man continues in French]
[speaking French]
[woman continues shouting in French]
[speaking French]
[car starting]
All right, that's it.
I've had enough. Let's get out of here.
Oh, mutiny.
Speaking for all of us, Hugo, we'd like to hold off any firm decision
on further investments until we've spoken to Alex.
[Lukasinski] We would like some assurance.
Well, I've given you every assurance...
From him. We need to hear it from him,
or we may be less inclined to take up your offer.
Okay.
I... I understand.
So why don't we flip this little predicament.
Since we've been in this restaurant, our company has made $30 million,
that puts us up to nearly $90 million on the day.
It's a lot of money, isn't it?
See, you've all been looking at this the wrong way.
We offered you the chance to further invest
because of the privileged relationship you have with us.
Because let's be honest,
I show those numbers to anyone else in the world
and they would bite my hand off to be a part of it.
So, by all means,
take a few hours to think it through.
Have a stroll around Geneva.
See some sights.
But anyone not back at our offices by 5:00 p.m. with their chequebooks out
will not be offered this opportunity again.
Have a pleasant afternoon.
[Hugo] Hey.
Take me to Dr. Hoffman's house.
I've been assigned to Alex.
Not anymore, because you fucking lost him, didn't you?
Yeah. Open the door.
[speaking French]
[breathing heavily]
Can you turn the air conditioning on, please?
It's hot.
[mouthing] Help me.
[speaking French]
[in English] Hurry, please.
[exhales]
[Gabby] What are you doing here?
[Hugo] I'm looking for your husband.
Where is he?
[Gabby] I don't know, I haven't seen him.
You're leaving him, I hear.
Am I?
Fuck!
You couldn't have waited until tomorrow?
You have to be this bloody selfish?
Wow, that's an interesting take on the situation, Hugo.
You know, I just watched him come this close
to joining us for that bloody lunch, and then he ran away.
I don't know where he is.
Would you tell me anyway? That's the question.
Probably not, because he's not well, Hugo, and you know that.
Why do you have it in for me?
I mean, I'd like to know.
Okay. All right, Hugo. You really wanna do this?
Yes. Right now?
Okay, I don't "have it in" for you.
But you must have known about his previous breakdown.
And you thought it was okay to send him to the office
after he'd been attacked. What is wrong with you?
I didn't send him to the office.
He's a grown man.
[scoffs]
The future of our company is at stake today.
You could have handled it, Hugo, and you know that.
What are you talking about? Of course not.
He's the genius. They need to see him.
That's what they want.
I need you to help me.
'Cause if you don't,
it's highly fucking likely that this company will be shut down.
And I know you'd hate to be the one to have to give him the news
that everything he's been working on for the last decade is gone.
Because, if anything, it's gonna cause another breakdown.
That'll do it.
So help me.
Please, Gabby.
Fine.
I get it Hugo. But I care about Alex, not the company.
I'll go and wait at the office.
Maybe he'll turn up there. He comes home, you'll call me?
Okay, you do the same.
Absolutely.
[reporter on TV] The explosion on the aircraft
operated by the Swiss airline Vista Airways
is now being considered a deliberate act of terrorism.
Families of the victims gathered near the crash site to pay their respects,
holding a vigil to pray for those lost.
There is clearly a rising sense of anger
at how something like this could happen,
and whether key intelligence was missed.
Financial markets have reacted to the crash,
with Vista Airlines' stock at an all-time low.
Ambulances are also concerned about... [continues indistinctly]
I need to know if you've taken off the position limit.
What?
No, of course not.
But it's been removed.
That's impossible.
VIXAL's just breached the limits and trades are soaring.
I thought you must have authorised it.
This is wrong. It's just wrong.
The trades are good. They're going up.
That's not the bloody point.
The limit is there for a reason.
We have to close VIXAL down, now.
[Alex] Okay, stop here.
[speaking French]
I need to see her urgently.
My name is Alex Hoffman. Just tell her it's me.
It's extremely urgent.
[speaks French]
I need her to see... [speaks French]
Dr. Hoffman.
[Dr. Polidori speaking French to other client]
[whispers in French]
[in English] Alex.
[door closes]
[breathing shakily]
Look at this.
I got this off a man who I supposedly hired to attack me.
Read it.
I'm begging him to kill me.
A conversation between two men,
one who dreams of killing and the other who fantasises about dying.
The man who fantasises about death, that's me.
The thoughts that are in here, I remember having them, when I was ill.
I told you about them.
How did they end up in this computer?
I have no idea how something like this could happen.
Then I'm truly losing my fucking mind.
Oh, my God.
Alex.
That means that I've bought things,
I've met with people,
and I've hired someone to...
attack me at my house.
A fucking cannibal.
Why would I do that?
You treated me.
Why?
[typing]
Are you looking at my files?
Yes. [sniffles]
Do you write down what I say?
Can I see them?
You gave someone my files.
Why would I do that?
How else could the conversation be in this laptop?
Word for word.
Alex, I can see you are angry, and I suggest you calm down.
[sirens wailing] We can try and work out what happened.
[tires screech]
You called the police?
Alex.
Alex!
[door unlocks]
[car horn honking]
[Lin] Is this an overreaction?
[Hugo] An overreaction? [Lin] Yeah.
What are you talking about? Pulling the plug.
I know Alex is off the radar, but VIXAL...
Lin, Lin. What the fuck are you talking about?
Uh... Shit. Sorry, Hugo. The position limit has been removed,
risk is growing exponentially, and Marieme's panicked.
She wants to pull VIXAL offline.
Well, she can't. Where is she?
In her office. Pieter's there too.
Marieme's seeking approval from the board. She's setting up a conference call.
[whispers] Fuck. I'm sick of that woman.
Amber, darling, I'm gonna be upstairs with Marieme.
If Alex calls, you just come straight in there. All right?
[softly] Ah, fucking Clouseau.
Inspector, um, we couldn't do this another time, could we?
It's just that I'm rather up against it today.
[Leclerc] Oh, yeah, yeah. Of course, Mr. Quarry.
I will telephone the station immediately
and ask them to put the investigation on hold for a moment while you...
unfrazzle yourself.
The Swiss discover sarcasm.
Tell Marieme that if she does anything, I'll rip her lungs out.
See you up there.
Obviously, I would never actually carry out the threat.
Ah. [chuckles]
[woman speaking indistinctly in French]
[both speaking French]
[woman speaking French]
[in English] Have you seen my laptop?
[people speaking indistinctly]
[Alex grunts, groans]
Give me that.
[people gasp, murmur]
[people clamouring in French]
[Leclerc] [in English] Do you have any idea who might want to destroy Dr. Hoffman?
I have no idea.
Alex makes a lot of money for a lot of people.
They love him.
I... I understand that you've worked with him for eight years and...
How did you meet him?
I'd heard about some science geek who worked at CERN
who had some interesting theories on neural networks.
Ah. And you went to CERN. Obviously.
But he'd already left by then.
Yeah. Because of the breakdown?
Wow, someone's done their research.
Anyway, I turn up at his apartment, uninvited.
I gave him the best pitch I've ever given.
Still said no. Said he didn't even know what a hedge fund was.
But, um, making money appealed to him?
He was... Oh, God, no.
He's never been interested in money.
But he needed money to further his research.
That's how I got him.
[speaking French]
[in English] I mean, sorry. Who works for who?
Excuse me?
Who's the boss?
We're partners, Inspector.
Oh.
But he didn't go on a mission to find you.
What the hell are you getting at exactly?
[hesitates]
It sounds to me like you are very in need of him.
He's an investment, no?
[knocking on door]
Ah. Has he arrived?
[Amber] No, but Marieme just called. They are waiting for you in her office.
All right, well, I'm afraid I'll have to cut this short, Inspector.
Ah. Excuse me.
[Alex] Wait!
[Alex groans]
[door closes] [speaks French]
[straining, screaming]
[Leclerc] Mr. Quarry. Mr. Quarry.
I'm sure you really need to protect your investment.
And if he were, I don't know, suffering another breakdown or delusions,
or possibly becoming a danger for himself or others,
you wouldn't want the authorities to take away that investment, would you?
That's an interesting theory, Inspector. I'm very happy for you.
But I genuinely have no idea where Alex is,
and I literally have business to attend to. All right?
Mr. Quarry.
You seem very agitated.
I think you know you've lost control.
Amber, will you see the Inspector out?
[speaking French]
[Amber] Inspector?
[mobile phone vibrating] Inspector?
[Leclerc and officer speaking French]
[line ringing]
Baby... [Gabby] Where the hell have you been?
I'm sorry. I, uh...
Hey, hey. Alex.
I don't wanna lose you.
You're not going to.
[Alex] Something's happened.
What's happened? Alex, talk to me.
I've done something.
Gabby, listen. I need you to book us a flight to somewhere. I...
My credit cards have been frozen. Can you do that? Can you book us a flight?
Okay, just come here first, and then we can talk about this.
Let's go to London. Let's go tonight.
Tonight? What? No.
Please?
[sighs] Okay. Okay.
Please come home.
[Alex] What the hell?
Alex? Alex, are you there?
There's one more thing I have to do. [sobs]
I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.
I love you.
I love you too.
I gotta go. Alex? Alex?
[door opens]
What the hell is going on?
Do you know where Alex is?
No. Next question.
Hugo, VIXAL has somehow removed the safety limit.
That's impossible.
No, it's true.
I have never seen anything like this in my life.
VIXAL is making extremely risky, even reckless calls.
It's also removed the hedge.
What? Yes, it's gone.
We've not merely abandoned our long position on S&P futures,
we are actually shorting S&P futures.
We've increased our position on VIX futures
to something approaching $1 billion.
And we're buying out-of-the-money puts that are so extreme
that I just can't take the responsibility.
We are having a major impact on the global market.
This doesn't just affect us anymore,
and that's why we have to pull the plug.
Quiet, everyone. Let's just shut up.
Let's not put on a show for the fucking geeks out there.
My office.
[speaking French]
[knocking at door] Oui?
Bon.
[driver, in English] Here we are. Hoffman Technologies.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
No, keep going, keep going. Take a right up here.
Fuck!
And Tropix Pharmaceuticals? Does Alex know something I don't?
Because we've taken a massive chunk of a company that yesterday meant nothing.
[softly] Jesus.
We're not pulling anything Marieme.
It's our only option. Override VIXAL and put the hedge back in place.
Bypass VIXAL without consulting Alex?
I would consult him. He's not answering his phone.
This is just breathtaking irresponsibility.
He knew we had a problem. He knew we were meeting this afternoon.
Hugo, I wouldn't say this if it weren't for the circumstances,
but I believe Alex may be having some kind of nervous breakdown.
The signs are there.
Shut up, Lin.
Go right here.
Stop, slow down here.
[workers clamouring] [Alex] What's going on here?
Laying cables. Fiber optics.
For who?
This building.
Keep going, keep going, up here. Keep going straight.
There's an underground car park right up here. Just go up to that.
We have to ask the board for a vote of no confidence.
What? About Alex?
Now you listen to me, Marieme.
Any mention of Alex being mentally unstable
to anyone outside this office, and this company is finished.
If we don't take steps now
and face up to what may be happening to Alex
and shut VIXAL down,
the company is not only finished, we could all end up in jail.
Well, I'm sure you've covered your own arse.
If we don't override VIXAL and put the hedge back on,
what are the brokers gonna say?
They won't allow us to trade unhedged on our existing terms of settlement.
So we may have to provide additional security.
Numbers. How much?
Half a billion, I'd say.
Fine.
Each.
[softly] Fuck!
Okay, stop here. Thank you.
Keep the change.
[Hugo] What does the P&L say now, Marieme?
Up 77.
Well, there you go.
And yet you're panicking
I can't see that a system that has made $9 million
in the 10 minutes I've spent with you idiots
can be called a failure, can you?
It's purely theoretical profit.
It could be wiped out the moment the market recovers.
And is the market recovering?
No. I accept that right now the S&P 500 is falling.
Maybe VIXAL is a better judge of the markets than we are.
But VIXAL is malfunctioning.
How? How exactly is it malfunctioning?
It was right about Vista Airways, wasn't it?
And now we're looking at this situation with Tropix Pharmaceuticals,
aren't we, Lin? [clapping]
Well, if there's an outbreak and that vaccine works,
then we stand to make a lot of money.
Then, at best, it's completely immoral.
This is a hedge fund, not a convent.
And at worst, it's bordering on insider trading.
And blood on our hands.
[car alarm blaring] [men speaking indistinctly]
Have they found Alex? No. But the investors are here.
Put them in the boardroom. I'll be up there in 10 minutes.
Well, seems we have our investment, and VIXAL is working.
This is wrong, and I refuse to be a part of it.
Well then, Marieme, I accept your resignation.
And I'd like to thank you for your service.
Come on, Hugo.
If it's any consolation, I was gonna fire you next week anyway.
But thankfully, with your resignation,
you forfeit all bonuses, settlements, or claims
to anything other than a fucking box with which to pack your shit.
I want you gone by the end of play today.
[telephone ringing]
What?
[grunting]
[straining]
[Hugo] Ladies and gentlemen, what a pleasure to see you all again.
Do you know Tropix Pharmaceuticals is going through the roof?
We all wanna be involved.
And we want nothing more than to involve you, Bill.
Any signs of Alex?
[line rings, disconnects]
[keyboard clacking]
Our involvement isn't contingent on Dr. Hoffman being here.
'Course not, Elmira.
We're up nearly 100 million for the day.
And all predictions point towards that figure rising 50%
by the time the markets close.
[reporter on TV] Breaking news coming in. The W.H.O. has...
Still think I'm overreacting?
[reporter on TV] ...Ebola outbreak in West Africa,
currently affecting no-flight areas of...
Hugo, the World Health Organisation has just announced
an Ebola outbreak in Guinea.
They're closing the borders.
So VIXAL works. We're about to make a fortune.
[TV reporter speaking indistinctly]
...trying to curtail the outbreak, but numbers are high...
[reporter continues indistinctly]
[line beeps]
[printer whirring]
[whimpers]
[TV reporter continues indistinctly]
[grunts]
[thudding] [Ezra] What is that?
Would you excuse me for just a second?
[thudding continues]
I'm getting out of here. Come on, let's go check this out.
[grunts]
I'm being spied on!
I was right! I knew it!
He's got cameras on all of us!
Alex, do you maybe wanna step down off the desk
so we can talk about this in my office?
There'll be cameras in every room.
He's working against us. I was fucking right!
[yelling] Filming fucking everything!
[Alex] He's trying to destroy me.
[sighs] I was right.
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