♪
OLDER GIRL: Should be a tabby or a black cat?
YOUNGER GIRL: Black cat.
Ta-da!
-Come on, guys.
-Pancakes! -Pancakes!
Mmm.
: ♪ ...state that it's in today♪
-♪ I am sure♪
♪ You'll agree♪
♪ We all could make it a better way♪
♪ With our love♪
♪ Put together♪
♪ Everybody learn to love each other...♪
-♪
-Yalla, yalla!
Papa? Papa, are you okay?
♪
MAN: You may find yourself
in another part of the world,
living in a beautiful house
with a beautiful wife.
And you may ask yourself
"How do I work this?
"This is not my beautiful house.
This is not my beautiful wife."
You may ask yourself...
"Well...
..how did I get here?"
Come on, come on! Let's go! Come on!
Au revoir.
-Bonjour. -Bonjour, monsieur.
MAN: Hey.
Bonjour, mon ange.
-There you go. -Merci.
-Oh, the usual.
-Understaffed, overworked.
The girls get off okay?
Yeah, yeah.
What is it?
Oh, nothing.
You sure?
Yeah, it's nothing.
: ♪ ...think we're getting out of control♪
♪ Radio is a sound salvation♪
♪ Radio is cleaning up the nation♪
♪ They say you better listen to the...♪
Amour? The power has been cut.
Allahu Akbar.
Leyla? Okay?
Harry?
Good
Nice work, everyone.
So when is the extraction?
Ahmadi was the last one on the list. That's it.
-All four targets done. -Plans have changed.
-There's one more. Jesus H. Christ.
Ali Ardavan-- made his money in steel,
anywhere between $1.2 and $1.5 billion,
major financier of the nuclear weapons program.
So when did you find out about this?
Came through from London this morning.
There's no point taking out their scientists
if we don't take out the financiers
paying for the program.
This is the last target, I promise you,
and then we get to go home.
Man, I can't wait to get out of this shithole.
Hey, no offense, Omar.
None taken.
COOPER: Okay, eyes on Ardavan.
He's with his bodyguard.
You guys take it from here.
Fuck.
It's Omar.
What the fuck is Omar doing here?
Shit.
SAID: And you're quite sure
-We saw him clearly.
Little rat son of a bitch.
We're compromised. I think we should pull out.
No, I need to run this back to London.
I say we bring him in.
A little enhanced interrogation,
find out what he told them.
We move the safe house to Behnoud Street.
He doesn't know that one. And we sit tight
and you await further orders. Understood?
-Yes, boss. -Okay, let's move.
Papa?
Hey, sweetie.
-Yeah.
Yeah? Come on.
Come on, then.
Hi.
How are the girls?
I got them down.
How was your day?
Fine.
Glass of wine?
Yeah, I'd love one.
I'll go get changed.
♪
Hello?
We need to wake the girls.
What's going on? What's going on?
We need to get 'em up, now.
Get them in the bathroom.
MAX: Shh. Lock the door.
Shh, shh, shh. Ca va, ca va.
MAN: How are those two beautiful daughters of yours, Max?
Bright futures ahead of them, I bet?
And your gorgeous wife.
Family is important, Max.
Family is everything.
See you in London.
Max, you're going to tell me
what the hell is going on.
I have to go away.
This is the bank.
This is their way of summoning me.
You left the bank ten years ago.
What kind of banker were you?
Did you launder money?
Who for?
Answer me!
I represented some pretty unpleasant people
within the Syrian regime. It's not something I'm proud of.
In fact, that's why I left.
I helped them stash their-their rainy day money.
Well, now it's fucking raining, they want it back.
There are hundreds of people working there.
Why you?
Why you, Max?
Because I don't have a fucking choice. Okay?
I don't have a choice.
You have no idea what these people are like.
What they're capable of.
Are we safe?
Yes, we're safe,
if I do as they ask.
I find their money, they leave us alone.
It's over.
I'm doing this for us.
I just need one week.
And then we go back to normal. I promise.
Please?
Ne touche pas.
♪
This way, please.
♪
You threaten my wife?
My children?
I don't like being ignored.
Fuck you, George.
Come.
WHITE: Iran's been reneging on its nuclear deal.
They've got government scientists
working around the clock on weaponizing uranium.
We sent in a team to neutralize that threat.
The operation was led by your protégé,
Alexander Said.
Not exactly myprotégé.
Ryan Cooper and Leyla Toumi were part of his unit.
The operation went like clockwork
until the last few days,
when Said decided, for reasons unknown,
to do a Colonel Kurtz.
He's turned on us, Max.
Toumi and Cooper have surfaced in Beirut.
We need you to go in and clean up the mess.
Find them. Deal with them.
Find Said. Deal with him as well.
Why me?
You've got other people.
Younger.
Hungrier.
What's this got to do with Harry?
You don't know?
Know what?
Harry came to Said some years after you walked out.
He wanted to work for us.
He-he wanted to follow in your footsteps.
Said turned on him.
He killed him.
Or had him killed.
We don't know why.
That's two to the head, Max.
You know exactly what that means.
We're giving you the opportunity to make this right.
Isn't that what you'd want?
Call me from Beirut.
Why all of them?
Why not just Said?
It's what Langley wants.
We just do their bidding for them.
It's a mistake using him.
Well, fortunately for all of us, Khalid,
that isn't your call.
♪
Okay, so now you've had your theatrics.
What's all this about?
What is it?
Harry's dead.
What?
He was in Tehran, on a trade delegation.
He was hit by a car.
A colleague called me from the embassy.
I didn't want you to hear it over the phone.
But-But I...
But I...
I spoke to him last week.
I'm sorry.
Don't you dare! Don't you...
dare try and comfort me.
Trade delegation?
Think I'm stupid?
He wanted to be like you.
God only knows why, you were always a fucking mess.
Not a word in ten years.
You get to start again, you get to start over.
Not one sodding word.
How fucking great for you.
There's nothing in here. Nothing I can find.
-Got nothing.
How long's Omar been playing us? There must be something here
that tells us where the breach happened, something we missed.
-What is Said doing,
just sitting on this?
You need to eat.
Well, I'm clearly the only one that's concerned about this.
I am concerned, Harry.
Just 'cause I don't keep talking about it
doesn't mean that I'm not concerned.
♪
I never understood why you'd wake
-in the middle of the night to pray. -The Fajr.
God's most favored prayer.
The devout pray whilst others slumber.
Give me the sleep of the damned any day.
How's he doing?
He's spooked by Omar's betrayal, but then...
so am I.
-No.
It doesn't make any sense. Why go silent on us?
-I don't know. -Contact them again.
Don't tell me how to do my job.
Why do you worry about Harry?
I've been worrying about Harry since he was 14 years old.
I knew his father. We were...
Keep him close. Keep me informed.
♪
My God. A real live ghost.
-Ah, car bomb.
2006.
I guess my luck ran out. You want a drink?
-Come on, then.
Hey. Hey, hey, hey, what the fuck?
The look on your face, man.
I'm just fucking with you.
I broke my ankle back in March.
I've been meaning to return that thing,
but it's just so damn comfortable.
-Not bad.
I got to say, I'm a little surprised
to see you back in Beirut, Max.
I thought you were out of the game.
Yeah, me too.
Tripped on a running machine, hit his head.
Suppose you never know when it's your turn.
Amen.
What are you doing here, Max?
Two Section operatives have gone AWOL.
I need to, uh, track 'em down.
I really thought you'd retired.
I don't have a choice on this one.
You remember Alexander Said?
-Very much so.
-Not that I know of.
If they're alone, they're gonna need help.
An independent fixer.
-I'm out of the loop, Max.
-Your guess is as good as mine. -I doubt that.
Look, I don't owe anyone any favors.
I got out for a reason. And I intend to stay out.
Fair enough.
-It's good to see you, Gabe. -Good to see you, my friend.
You look like the sky is falling in.
What are you not telling me?
Harry's dead.
-Yeah.
Jesus, that's... that's fucking terrible.
Mm.
Come here.
So fucking sorry to hear that, man.
-He was a good kid. -Yeah. He was.
And I was a terrible father.
-Uh, they killed him.
The people he was working with. They killed him.
This has something to do with these operatives
you're looking for?
It does.
Then why the fuck didn't you say so,
you stupid old man?
♪
MAN: Allô? Anna.
NOAH: "In the event of your death,
"contents of said strong box
"in the St. Michel branch of the Bank Of Lausanne
will be released to Olivia Clarke."
Okay.
-Gabriel.
I don't know them.
They were looking for a safe house,
supplies, weapons.
A fixer. Who would they go to?
Get in the car. Get in the car!
Leyla.
We've been going about this the wrong way.
Looking into Omar isn't gonna give us the breach.
We need to look at Ali Ardavan.
Two years ago, Ali Ardavan bought a ten percent stake
in Green Walsh, a U.S. engineering firm.
So what? He's a businessman.
The deal was negotiated by Burnett Hanson.
High-powered Washington, D.C. law firm.
Look at this.
LEYLA: What am I looking at?
HARRY: There, in the background.
LEYLA: Shit!
-Omar. -So I looked into Burnett Hanson.
Ardavan was a client of theirs.
And, turns out, two summers ago,
Omar interned there. Must be where they met.
I'm taking it to Said.
What?
I don't think you should take it to Said.
-This whole Omar business--
it doesn't strike you as strange?
We tell them we have a mole, and nothing.
They don't say a word.
At least, not according to Said.
Oh, you think he's lying?
-Yeah. -I really don't know what to say to that.
This is Said we're talking about.
You coming?
Okay, then.
Hey. I found the source of the breach.
Burnett Hanson.
Big Washington law firm. Ardavan was a client there.
Omar interned at the same firm.
This is good work, Harry.
I'll take it to White.
Your father would be proud of you, you know that?
-No.
Okay.
Pretty much what I was expecting.
I don't know if I've got this in me anymore,
but we're gonna find out.
I'm a little rusty.
I'm not as clean and efficient as I used to be,
so this might get a little messy.
I'm gonna pull out your fingernails one by one.
If, after the last nail,
you still insist you don't know those people,
then, I'm gonna move on...
-..to your teeth.
Hassan...
..I'm not one of those boys who enjoys this kind of shit.
But what I am...
is highly motivated to find those people.
Okay? Don't look at him.
He can't help you.
You take a couple of seconds...
and think about that.
-Uh, I don't know.
-No.
Okay, fuck it.
Okay, okay, okay! Please! Please!
-Please. Stop it.
They're looking for a man-- Ali Ardavan.
-A businessman. An Iranian businessman.
-I don't know.
-I don't know! I don't know!
Please, I don't know.
Okay, you tell them you want to meet them.
You have news.
They're gonna meet you in Petro Trad square, 5:00 p.m.
Understood?
Yes. Yes.
-Look at me. -Yes, yes.
-Yes.
Yes. Yes.
Merci.
SAID: Why the delay?
-In giving us a steer
on Omar
My people are out on a limb here, George.
We've been doing our due diligence.
We want to be on solid ground on this one.
Harry found the source of the breach.
Burnett Hanson.
It's a law firm in Washington, D.C.
Alex, we know all about Burnett Hanson.
We've looked into them. There's nothing there.
Did Harry tell you
he knew Omar before this operation?
No.
You know he was at the LSE.
-Omar was as well.
They did a course together-- Strategy in a Changing World--
three years ago.
I'll send you the intelligence, you can see for yourself.
Harry is using
Burnett Hanson as a misdirect.
Burnett Hanson is not the breach.
Harry is.
-We got the go on Omar.
He's in a bolt hole in the Alborz mountains.
We're gonna finish the job.
Where are the others?
It won't take more than two of us.
Et voilà.
♪
Hey.
Hi.
Beirut.
-Following the money.
Uh, look, I can't talk right now.
I've got to go into a meeting.
Okay.
Are you all right? You sound funny.
Yeah, I'm... I'm fine.
I'm, uh, coming down with a cold, I think.
A cold?
Right.
How are the girls?
Fine.
Yeah, they're fine.
Tell them...
I miss them.
I will.
Max?
We need to talk.
Absolutely.
We do.
Can it wait?
I've got, um...
I've got a couple of people waiting for me.
I'll call you, okay?
Okay.
Olivia, if you're watching this,
you'll know what to do with it.
My name is Max William Easton.
I'm a British intelligence officer.
My last assignment
was the assassination of Dr. Marcus Reynolds,
the British government scientist
and UN weapons inspector
in the run-up to the war in Iraq.
I was...
I was instructed to make it look like suicide.
I was under the command of George White
at The Section-- MI6.
For what it's worth, I don't think Dr. Reynolds
deserved to die.
If anyone ever does.
What time did Nassor say he'd meet us?
5:00 p.m.
Did you tell them about the breach?
I did.
They're looking into Burnett Hanson.
White commended your diligence.
Why didn't you tell me you knew Omar?
What?
How long have you been passing intelligence to Tehran?
Said, I have no idea what you're talking about.
What, are you fucking joking?
Hey, what's going on?
Fuck, Said!
Said, please!
Where the hell is Nassor? He's late.
-Get out of here! Move!
-Aah!
Where's Said
Why did he kill Harry?
Said didn't kill Harry.
-Harry's here.
-Harry's alive.
You fucking with me?
Is he alive?
Where is he?
Said, please!
Huh? Stay with me! Stay with me! Don't you die on me!
Don't you fucking die on me!
[sirens wailing, tires screeching]
Where's Harry? Is he alive?
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