OLIVIA: What is it?
-Harry's dead. -What?
HARRY: What did White tell you?
That I was the breach? And you believed that?
-You're alive, aren't you? -What are they covering up, Said?
It was made very clear to me
if I don't complete this job...
LEYLA: White takes out your family.
Max is off the leash.
We are going to have to flush him out.
And we're going to use his wife and children to do it.
You harm one hair on their heads, I swear to God...
You'll what, Max? You'll... what?
We found an intelligence source.
Ashkan Davoud, a scientist
with detailed knowledge of what we believe to be
Tehran's reactivated program.
There is no such program.
Everything you're going to say is in here.
MAX: Kahani walked Ardavan into an ambush.
He's clearly no lawyer. Maybe he's Agency.
-Those are? -Put that back in your pocket.
Better still, bury it before it buries you.
He's played us. It's a feint.
He's coming to you!
I'm with Max. Come on, get in.
(grunting)
(panting)
(engine revving)
-CHLOE: Papa, non. -(groans)
(groaning)
-Papa! Papa! -Hey, hey, hey. Hey. It's okay.
-You're bleeding! -It's okay.
We need to get off the road. We can't stay here.
-Mama, get your bag! -It's okay. It's okay. -Noah.
-We need to get off the road. We need to hide. -In the car!
It's all right, sweetheart.
(crying): Mama!
-(crying continues) -Get them in the fucking car!
You're a mess. You need a doctor. Anna?
Anna! Please! Now they'll be coming.
They'll be after us. We can't stay here.
(crying)
-(groaning) -Jesus. He needs a hospital.
No, no. No-no hospitals. They'll find us.
I need suture equipment, supplies.
I'll get you what we need. We'll find a hotel or something.
Come, move! Move!
(crying continues)
(engine revving)
*
* 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 *
* And you may ask yourself *
* "Well..." *
* "How did I get here?" *
(siren wailing)
DAVOUD: Natural uranium is made weapons-grade
through isotopic enrichment.
Highly enriched uranium is considered weapons-grade
when it has been enriched to about 90%.
And your role at Alin was... what?
I was part of a team that oversees the enrichment process.
Mr. Davoud, the Alin plant was never
on the IAEA inspection list.
-No, sir. -Why is that?
Because it was a conventional power plant.
The regime has been developing
the plant's weaponizing capabilities.
-For how long? -Five years.
HAWES: All the way through the time the regime was negotiating
the P5+1 deal?
DAVOUD: Yes, sir.
Mr. Davoud, how close is the Iranian regime
to developing a viable nuclear weapon?
-It's hard to tell. -So make an educated guess.
Six months. A year at most.
-Jesus H Christ. -The senator will yield.
Richard, can we dispense with the fucking protocols, please?
We have just wandered into a nightmare.
Mr. Davoud, sorry for not being ready to take you at your word.
What evidence would you have to back up your claim?
(siren wailing)
Hi. Nicola Thirlby for Oliver Stirling Incorporate.
Okay.
(phone ringing)
They're going to want verification.
(scoffs) There's no silver bullet.
So, intelligence that helps them complete the picture:
soil samples, air, water.
Proof that the facility is active.
-This came from Burrell? -Yeah.
This is never going to happen with him in the chair.
He's the architect of the detente.
Doesn't want to believe he's failed.
So?
So, we need someone more fired up.
Someone who'll scare the shit out of the president.
We're the ones who put Hawes in the wings.
It's time to clear the stage for him.
What's the approach?
Flattery.
Same as any politician.
Make them think they're right.
HAWES: The problem is a total lack of understanding
of the Arab mentality.
Any hand of friendship is a hopelessly futile gesture.
They understand strength.
You hurt them, and they respond.
(groaning)
You see anything?
HARRY: No.
(groans)
But I know they'll be coming.
Right. What would you do? If you were White?
Will you both please just stop talking?
Anna? Anna?
Just... let me be your doctor.
-(groans) -NOAH: Attend, attend, attend.
-Stop! You're hurting him! -I'm taking the girls outside.
-That's not a good idea. -They are distressed.
Look, we don't know who's out there. Just...
You... You take your hands off me.
Who the hell are you anyway?
He's my son.
(Max pants)
Harry's my son.
(horn honking)
LEYLA (on phone): I got a lead on Kahani.
Yeah? Tell me.
Some sort of law firm. District 6.
Okay. That's Tehran. You can't go back to Tehran.
Okay, listen to me, Harry.
I've got to find out what he knows
about that drone strike.
There's no one there anymore, Leyla.
You'll have no contacts, no network. You'll be completely
on your own.
Okay, look, I've got to go, but just...
Just don't do anything, okay? Sit tight.
Okay. I'll sit tight.
(groans)
(sighs)
You all right?
-Yeah, I'm fine. -So what now?
MAX: I sent it to White.
You did what?
Why?
He's gonna find out soon enough.
Now he knows we're coming for him.
You want to go to White?
That's insane. This is insane.
He's got all the answers, Harry.
If you want to get out from under this,
this is the way we have to do it.
How the fuck do we get to him?
Through his weak spot.
Which is?
His children.
ELLIOT: Passport alerts on all borders.
Surveillance of all his contacts.
(rain falling)
The moment he surfaces...
Sir?
He's coming here.
For me.
We'll step up security.
I threatened his family.
Me.
I threatened his children.
Two little girls playing house, and I pulled a gun on them.
Do you think that's crossing the line?
Well, sir, I...
It's difficult to avoid crossing it
when they keep moving the fucker around.
Put a tail on the ex-wife.
And I want my family protected.
I don't want that bastard within a hundred miles of this place.
S-Sir, what about Jones?
If we brief her...
You really think they respect us, Elliot?
You really think they give a shit?
They use us, and they fuck us,
and that is the extent of the special relationship.
We don't go crying to Washington.
(engine starting)
(sighs)
(door opens)
(distant chatter)
What are you doing out here?
We need to wake the girls, we...
We have to get going, it's safer in the dark.
Anna.
I'm so sorry.
For what?
What part are you sorry for?
For lying to me
for ten years?
For lying to our daughters?
For putting our lives in danger?
For who you are?
For this whole fucking mess?
What part are you sorry for?
I'd really love to know.
We're not coming with you.
I don't think that's a good idea.
Yeah...
Well, I don't really care about what you think anymore.
When this is over,
when we're safe, if you don't ever want to see me again,
I-I completely understand.
But until then,
I'm not letting you or the girls out of my sight.
Hey, sweetheart.
Come on, it's time to wake up.
(P.A. system chimes)
(woman speaking Arabic over P.A. system)
-Mmm. Mmm. -(laughing)
-How old are you? -28.
Who's your mum?
She's called Olivia. She's a...
She's a nice lady, you'd like her.
He never mentioned you.
Yeah, well, maybe he thought it might upset you.
Isn't that weird for you?
That he doesn't talk about you.
MAX: Hey, sweetheart.
-Do you want to go and sit with Mummy? -Yeah.
He says he'll take us.
Right.
We're all set.
-JONES: Senator. -Sorry.
-I'm in a hurry. -If I could have just a second?
We're not permitted
to discuss the briefings.
This is not about the briefing.
(chuckles)
How has it taken me so long to notice you, Miss Jones?
$500 suit
and that persuasive perfume--
the scent of ambition.
You don't trust ambition, Senator?
I'll tell you what I don't trust.
I don't trust the waves of eager, young CIA operatives.
They come waltzing in here, drooling for a promotion.
So keen to climb the ladder
-that things get missed. -Senator, I...
I have been singing
this same damn tune for the last 25 years.
No one at the Agency's been listening.
Well, Senator, we're listening to you now.
-(scoffs) -Chairman Burrell...
Burrell has got his hands
wrapped tightly around everyone's balls.
He's staked his reputation on Iran's compliance.
He's not the right person to run the directorate now.
If someone
were to challenge him...
I'm saying
my people would support that bid.
You said this was not about the briefing.
And you said you didn't trust ambition,
but you haven't walked away yet.
The circumstances aren't right.
I think I can help with that.
(phone rings)
Kelly.
I've got a story for you.
It's about Iran.
A leak from within the directorate.
I think you'll find the circumstances just changed.
-Usual, please, Pete. -Right, sure.
Thank you.
Shit.
Shit!
*
(blows sharply)
(chatter in Persian)
(camera clicking)
Come on, then.
-Daddy, can I jump? -Course you can.
-(giggles) -(grunts)
Where are we?
We're somewhere safe.
Max, we've been told that before.
Yeah, I'm aware of that, Noah.
Hey.
-So, did you want this room? -No, I'm fine.
Right.
What's in the bag?
It's just things I need. Work.
-You work with Dad? -Yeah, for the moment.
He left you,
didn't he?
Why'd he leave you?
Sometimes people need to leave.
You should hate him.
What's gonna happen to us?
I don't know.
But I do know it's gonna be okay.
I promise.
Your dad's gonna fix this.
It's what he does.
HARRY (over phone): You said you'd sit tight.
Well, what can I say?
I'm not good at being told what to do.
Been that way since school.
I'm running surveillance on Kahani's office.
Looks military.
Yeah, you need to be careful.
Harry, don't...
don't nursemaid me.
Everyone he's come into contact with,
they're all dead.
Right, Kahani's burning his trail.
Exactly.
That's why we need to talk to him.
Where are you?
I'm in our old flat.
It's weird without you here.
(knock at door)
(exhales)
You knew to come here.
You're so smart, Liv.
You said if they ever came after me,
this was the safest place, so...
(Olivia crying)
You didn't think to tell me he was alive?
I couldn't risk it.
Phones, e-mails--
it's not safe.
I thought I'd lost you.
Look, I'm fine.
Okay? I'm right here.
(crying)
(exhales)
LOLA: Papa?
Anna, this is Olivia.
Olivia, this is Anna, Chloe and Lola.
(door opens)
It's fine.
Everything's gonna be fine.
RACHEL: And how would you feel if you were six years old
and you had to be escorted by men with guns?
He thinks it's fun.
He doesn't understand the implications.
What happened, George?
-I mean, are you e-ever gonna tell me? -Ray...
This man, i-if he's threatening our children,
I-I want to understand.
We had an agreement.
Oh, sod our agreement.
We've never had our kids in the firing line before.
I mean, what's going on?
(cap unscrewing)
We were made to feel like soldiers.
"We"?
Who's "we"?
When we were first recruited.
Made to feel righteous.
That everything that we did
was right.
What did you do, George?
What did you do?
I went after his family.
I went after his children.
Oh...
(exhales)
(birds chirping)
OLIVIA: Can't we just stay here?
Let the rest of the world do its thing?
Yeah, we could.
-But? -But you know it doesn't work like that.
We don't get to just walk away.
Your dad did.
Or at least, he tried to.
Yeah, well, look where that got him.
He's right back here with us.
On the bright side, I always wanted sisters, so...
Did you miss him?
Of course. Every day.
Yet you did nothing about it.
Never tried to contact him.
Not once?
No.
I don't understand.
I thought I could block it out,
start again.
There is no starting again in this life.
I know that now.
I have to go,
just for a couple of hours.
Go where?
Yeah.
You know what, don't-don't answer that.
I don't want to know.
No one knows about this place.
Okay?
No one.
It's safe.
But just in case something goes wrong...
I-I don't want it.
(stammers) Noah.
Give it to Noah. He knows how to shoot.
Noah's not reliable.
And you are?
Please, Anna.
Fuck you, Max.
(indistinct chatter)
How much do you reckon it costs?
Thumbprint recognition on all the entrances.
It's a waste of fucking time, us being here.
My kid, she's in a class of 36.
Half of them are on free school meals.
Half bloody ADHD.
(fire alarm ringing)
(intercom ringing)
Security detail for Rex White.
Contact White.
-Do it now. -And then what?
-(gate buzzes) -Anything unusual,
we have to report it. Just fucking do it.
...your lines. Come on!
-Stop. Line up like you do here. -Rex?
-Line up. -Rex White?
Who are you?
In your lines. Come on.
(phone rings)
OFFICER: Fire alarm's been triggered at the school.
They're bringing the kids out now.
Find Rex. Stay with him.
-Wha-What's going on? What happened? -It's fine.
Everything is fine.
You stay with her.
Don't let her out of your sight.
-(alarm ringing) -(indistinct chatter)
(engine revving)
(alarm ringing)
Rex?
Rex White?
Rex?!
Tell me something. Anything.
Get the fuck out of the way!
We don't have him, sir. Not yet.
Fuck!
(alarm ringing)
(gasps)
-Get out of the fucking way! -(horn honking)
Move!
Come on. We have to go.
(horn honking)
(tires screeching)
(grunts)
(engine revving)
(alarm ringing)
(groans)
(grunting)
-Come on. -(engine revving, tires screech)
(shutter clicking)
(indistinct chatter)
Turk.
WAITRESS: Baleh.
-JONES: Yeah. -Turn on the news.
ANCHOR: And your sources are saying what exactly, Kelly?
KELLY: The Iran Directorate
heard testimony from an Iranian defector,
a man named Ashkan Davoud, who told them
that Iran is developing
nuclear weapons in direct
contravention of the P5+1 agreement.
If this turns out to be true,
-they backed the wrong horse. -Anything from the White House?
KELLY: Nothing. They'll have to reinstate their credibility...
And so it begins.
Make no mistake here, Christine, this looks bad.
-You fucked us, Jack. -I made
-a mistake. -A big fucking mistake.
You fucked me, you fucked the president,
you fucked the defense secretary, the Joint Chiefs.
Shit, you might as well have fucked the whole cabinet!
The press had this before us?
Are you fucking kidding me?!
Why wasn't it on the president's desk this morning?
I don't go sounding the alarm
every time someone brings us a whistleblower with a story.
You know how it works, Steve.
There are procedures.
Do I look like I give a flying fuck about procedures?
It was unverified testimony!
Christ, it-it could've been soft!
We don't know who Davoud is or-or who sent him!
The whole point of the directorate is to keep
the knucklehead stuff off the president's desk!
We're talking about Tehran being six months out
-from the bomb. -Allegedly.
Don't get cute with me.
24 hours, I'll have something concrete.
You didn't want it to be true, and that's why you blinked.
We need to find out who leaked it.
That will be the job of your successor.
You serve at the pleasure of the president, Jack.
Anyone but Hawes. Just...
...promise me.
(door opens)
(door closes)
What time are we seeing Senator Hawes?
(indistinct chatter)
*
KAHANI: You're not Iranian.
I beg your pardon?
Forgive me.
It's a... game I like to play.
I'm sorry.
You're waiting for someone.
I won't disturb you.
No, no, no, it's-it's fine.
I'm Moroccan.
My father is, so...
What are you doing here in Tehran?
Business.
My father's.
I was about to grab a bite to eat.
Would you like to join me?
Somewhere respectable, of course.
Of course.
Ms. Jones,
this committee would like to hear your recommendations
about how we proceed in this matter.
If you had the ear of the president,
what would you say?
(engine shuts off)
(sighs)
How did it go?
I told them we need to send in a team.
Scientists, Special Ops.
Gather evidence on the ground, cross the border.
In and out. 30 minutes, tops.
They can't come back.
Excuse me?
Whoever we send out there...
they can't come back; none of them.
You understand that, don't you?
What line of business did you say your father was in?
(dog barking in distance)
I didn't.
He's here with you in Tehran?
No.
He's dead.
My condolences.
I'm here with my brother.
I live here.
I'm just gonna dump these.
Be right back.
Perhaps you'd like to come in.
Please.
I won't be a moment.
*
(gun hammer clicks)
Find what you were looking for?
Sit.
(exhales) So there you are, reading your spy thriller,
le Carré, Deighton, and they always get to that question.
20 years I've been doing this shit,
never got to ask that question, not once. (laughs softly)
So: "Who sent you?"
Can't have been the Agency, they wouldn't send you alone.
London?
Grey, cold little island on the edge of Europe.
Maybe.
Just tell me who fucking sent you.
Answer the fucking question.
(Kahani screams, groans)
(Leyla grunts, Kahani yells)
(Leyla grunts)
(grunts, gurgles)
(gulps, pants)
(groans)
(gasps, pants)
(body thuds)
(phone ringing)
(phone continues ringing)
(breathing deeply)
Max.
(louder): Max.
Max!
How long before you get in?
Uh, depends on the phone's encryption level.
(laptop keyboard clicking)
What are you gonna do?
(White exhales sharply)
I should have guessed you had your own...
"facility."
(watch clatters)
Muhammad Haykal.
He was my first.
Two years, three months,
four days after you recruited me.
Remember that?
You told me we were gonna fight the good fight.
Make our corner of a dwindling world safer for our children.
(exhales)
I used the German Chair.
Anatoly Brezkov:
the Tiger Bench.
We've got the Chinese to thank for that beauty.
I imagine you've never heard the sound
of a man's knees snapping,
have you, George?
Fawwaz Zahrawi:
the Parrot's Perch.
(chuckles)
Who makes up these names? Huh?
They sound so innocent.
I had him on that perch for hours.
And I beat the soles of his feet,
poured vinegar in the cuts.
How many lives would have been lost,
if we hadn't done what was necessary?
If we hadn't turned up to work each day?
Someone has to wade through the filth.
So you used to tell me.
Because it's true.
Is it?
You start out with all this conviction and belief.
Where do you end up?
Telling yourselves the things
that justify whatever it is that you do.
They're just stories.
That's all.
Nothing more, just stories.
You think you're the only one to suffer?
You could've got out.
Like you?
There is no way out, not for people like me.
You know once I start, I won't stop.
You know that, right?
I mean, you should; you taught me.
(battery switch clicks)
Hmm.
Look at that. Still life in it.
German technology.
Right.
Why did you give the kill order against my son?
Hmm? Who was it? You?
Max.
Don't start pleading with me, George.
I need to know where it came from
and what it is you're covering up.
Why do you think Harry joined The Section?
What, do you really think he wanted to follow
in your footsteps; that he wanted to be just like you?
Shut up.
Babies, Max, when they're born, they're perfect,
just perfect:
unblemished, untainted.
Until we do a hatchet job on them,
fill them full of neuroses and then teach them to hate us.
I recruited him, Max.
He didn't come through Said.
He didn't walk through the doors of his own volition.
I actively sought him out.
It was me.
Why should you be the one that got away?
You walked out, so I took Harry instead.
Just think of what we did to him,
you and I,
to your little boy.
(White groans)
(exhales, inhales)
Feeling better?
You've got a long way to go to make up
for all the times you let him down.
You shut the fuck up!
(Max grunts, White groans)
(White groans)
(breathes heavily)
What's the matter, Max?
Have you lost your edge?
Don't you disappoint me now.
Do you know why I brought you back?
Because you've never let me down.
Don't you let me down now.
All of this.
It's over.
It's run its course.
What the fuck are you talking about?
I can't do it.
I don't have it in me.
But you can.
You burn this whole fucking mess to the ground.
And you finish it, Max. Please.
You finish it.
I've got something.
-(squishing, dripping) -(moans)
It was hidden in his contacts.
Look at this:
Ashkan Davoud. The Iranian whistle-blower;
they've got him in Washington at the moment,
spilling on Tehran's nuclear program.
(moans, whimpers)
(blood dripping)
(grunts)
(blood continues dripping quickly)
See, there's a number here.
I've run it against live numbers, but I can't get a hit.
Maybe it's not a phone number.
Yeah, then what is it?
Let's find out.
Oh, shit. Shit.
Oh, no. No.
Stay with me. Stay with me, you bastard!
*
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