You haven't seen Richard, by any chance? Or the boys? No, sorry.
Oh, well, it's just a bit weird.
This morning I get up and all three are gone.
If anyone knows anything, please help us.
I'm Julien Baptiste.
I find people, Mrs Chambers.
Why would you want to help me?
Because I can.
Yes, I saw the car. He had a tattoo.
Four black lines running down his neck.
Why are you following me?
I'm trying to help the British ambassador find her children.
You were there when they went missing.
The ambassador's husband is dead.
What is this?
It's how you're going to help me find my son.
Make a choice! But...
SIGHS
I cannot!
It's not just a choice, it's a...
These things, they... they matter, you know?
Oh, no, no. No?
Hey, how about this teddy bear?
It's a cliche, no? Oh, God!
Look, you realise your inability to make a choice
has made us nearly an hour late? She's only a baby.
She can live with a cliche. Come on.
DOORBELL CHIMES
Maybe she's gone out. No, she knew we were coming.
Yeah, but she thought we were coming an hour ago.
BABY CRIES
The baby is crying.
KNOCKS ON DOOR
Sara?
Use the key. Oh, yep, yep, yep.
OK. Sara?
Come on!
BABY CONTINUES CRYING
Oh, my God! No, no, no, no, no, no!
Sara? Oh, Sara!
Are you OK, baby? Are you OK?
SOUND FADES INTO HIGH-PITCHED TONE
How appropriate you should put him in a dog cage.
We had to improvise. A dog like this needs to be put down.
I came a very long way to see you.
I need your help.
TV PLAYS IN BACKGROUND
DOORBELL BUZZES
CONTINUES BUZZING
Sorry to disturb.
I can see how busy you are. What do you want?
The same as I asked before. Your help. You have help.
The man with you outside the car. It's Richard's nephew.
He's a captain in the army.
He's got family back home. He's already done too much.
He has too much to lose. And so here you are.
So here I am.
TURNS TV OFF
Last time I saw you, you said... I know what I said,
but things have changed. I have a chance to find Will.
I know you... You can't walk away from something like this,
from Andras after... You don't know me.
But we share the same horror stories, don't we?
Andras doesn't know where my son is, but he says that he can try
and find him on the condition that I involve you.
Why?
It is as simple as this, Julien.
You owe me.
The last year hasn't been kind to you. The last 24 hours I spent
curled up with my hands tied in a dark cage.
Pissing myself because they wouldn't let me out.
What's your excuse?
Mrs Chambers says you can help her find her son,
but only if I was involved. Why? You were a police officer.
You understand what has to happen.
If I help you, you let me go.
You do not turn me in to the police.
You understand why I cannot trust Mrs Chambers here do such a thing.
Aha. And yet you trust me?
This will be dangerous.
I'll need your protection.
Why am I supposed to trust you? You're a wanted man.
Because I have changed.
So even terrorists can change these days, it seems!
Do you believe that a man can be forgiven?
You killed my fucking husband.
It's got nothing to do with forgiveness.
It wasn't me.
I followed people.
I was weak. I was led by Gomorrah.
Gomorrah is the one to blame for your son's death.
None of this was by my hand.
That's why I put flowers on your son's grave every month.
And what happened in the police station?
That wasn't your fault either? OK, enlighten us.
How can you help find Mrs Chambers' son?
I cut ties with all of them after it happened.
After Jozsefvaros.
Stayed quiet, never staying still for long.
It's been 14 months since Jozsefvaros that I've talked
to anyone involved. Yeah, just answer the question.
But I know where they live.
I can go back. Where who lives?
The person who put you in the wheelchair.
Where have you been? I followed him to the street.
Major! Do you want me to stay away?
Julien has seen the man we were looking for, he knows where he went.
We need a description. We are too late.
He left in a car. Did you see the registration?
No, no. Except that... What kind of car was it?
It was purple. But listen to me. I have a better way.
I took his wallet when he came at me.
I was trying to tell you.
Andras Juszt.
TYRES SCREECH
SHOUTING
WOMAN SHOUTS
HE CRIES OUT
DOOR CLOSES
I keep looking over at him.
Richard, I think he's there.
But it's natural.
There's nothing natural about it.
Well, no.
How did you find out about your daughter?
We found her, my wife and I.
We were late getting to her apartment.
Perhaps if I had been there earlier...
That's him.
Where are my boys?
GIVES ORDERS TO MEN
Mrs Chambers, you need to go home.
How am I supposed to go home?
I'll stay. I'll let you know as soon as we learn anything, if that's OK.
If it wasn't for me, you would never have found this man.
Fine.
You'll call? I'll call.
Call as soon as you can.
Not many people walk around with guns like the one we found on you.
A vintage weapon like that, very distinctive.
It was my grandfather's.
It has sentimental value.
The man you shot, he was filming birds with his camera phone.
He dropped it when he saw you, but it kept recording.
We saw someone walk past
holding exactly the same gun.
You should start talking. It's getting late. Then go to bed.
I need a story before bed.
A bit old for bedtime stories, aren't you?
Where are Alex and Will?
SIGHS
All right.
I went into the woods, just...
..to deliver food for my sickly grandmother. You're wasting my time.
This wolf came along and he told me
I should pick some flowers for her as well.
Do you want to hear my story or not?
CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS
GUITAR MUSIC DROWNS OUT CLASSICAL MUSIC
TV PLAYS
CACOPHONY OF MUSIC AND TV
I call it the beast.
Like...giving it a name makes it OK, you know?
Makes me unaccountable.
So...
When I fall off the wagon, I tell myself
it's just the beast.
He's come out to play.
He kept me up all last night.
Tore up my veins like
a...six-year-old unwrapping a present.
Much as I want to tell myself, um, it just happened to me...
I don't know.
Still in the dark.
THEY MURMUR SUPPORTIVELY
Excuse me. Excuse me!
Excuse me, I had to ask.
Will you be OK?
CHUCKLES
Uh...why do you care?
She looked just like you, my daughter. You have her eyes.
What do you want?
I want to know if you think it will work. The group.
That you...you can decide to stay sober.
I'm not her.
FOOTSTEPS RECEDE
SPEAKS HUNGARIAN
You deliver shit, you get the shit.
NEARBY MEN LAUGH
THEY LAUGH
MAN LAUGHS
SPITS
What's happening?
Are you ready? I can't find my wallet.
I really don't think you'll need it. No, I do, I do. I do.
What is it, do you think? Why do they want to see us at the station?
No idea. They didn't say.
That's not good, is it, when the police say "get here now"?
I mean, they would have said if it was...
I mean, good news doesn't drag its feet, does it?
Good news has fibre optic fucking broadband.
Let's turn that off. I just can't bear to look at her.
Oh, that fucking woman!
How can Kamilla Agoston go on about this country drowning
in immigrants when she's married to a Brit?
She's the least of your worries right now. Don't waste time on her.
Ah! It was here, you know? It was just here! We can find it later.
Here it is.
What's happening? Please, we can talk in my office.
Where are my boys? Mrs Chambers, Major Arslan is right.
This would be better if, uh... What? Mrs Chambers, no.
Believe me when I say there are some things a parent shouldn't see.
I'm asking you.
Consider, please, there is no going back from this.
I'm not a child. Get out of my way.
MASKED MAN SPEAKS
What's he saying? They say they are sending a message signed with blood
to the nation of the cross.
They are demanding the release of Andras Juszt. What else?
Oh, no! No, no. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no.
GUNSHOT
SCREAMS: No!
Where are you going?
I'm just stretching my legs.
You're not wearing your ring.
No. What happened?
A man who won't talk about his feelings.
I didn't take you for a cliche.
CHUCKLES
I can live with a cliche.
Thanks. That's better.
See, I'm not going anywhere.
You can trust me. Maybe I can get a seat now.
Get in.
Look, I am truly sorry.
I know it doesn't mean anything.
No. It doesn't.
You're a terrorist. Not any more.
Oh, sure.
I'm going to prove it to you.
I'm going to help you.
I'm going to help you find your boy.
Just stop looking at me.
Why? Because I hate you.
A seat, please.
Like a human being.
SHE SIGHS
PHONE VIBRATES
Hello?
Are you OK? Of course.
It's just a bloody cruel trick, isn't it?
I can't move them, but I can feel every excruciating thing.
I didn't think I would see you again.
Are you disappointed? You chose a nice spot.
Seemed appropriate.
You would think after Jozsefvaros,
putting up a Gomorrah mask would be in poor taste, no?
So, go on. What's this?
Andras Juszt is in that car.
He says he'll help us find Gomorrah.
Are you joking?
Do I look like I'm joking?
He's in the back.
Inside, in the back.
In case you forgot, I'm just a security guard.
I'm no longer a police officer.
That's why we need your help.
The man is a murderer.
He's also connected to one of the worst atrocities
on Hungarian soil.
Call the police. Goodbye.
He can help me find my son.
And why would he do that?
He has no choice.
He helps us find Will, or we turn him in.
Andras Juszt is not stupid.
Andras is not stupid, and nor am I.
I realise he most probably believes he can bide his time with us,
and then when he sees an open window, he will make his escape.
That's why we called you.
Do you want me to babysit?
Look, Andras must meet his old associate alone.
We'll have to ensure he doesn't take the opportunity to slip away.
You must know some ex-officers
or even those on the force in need of money.
Mrs Chambers can pay. Zsofia, please.
He says that he can find Gomorrah, and if he can,
then maybe he can find my boy.
What else is there?
PHONE RINGS Oh, God.
Mrs Chambers, it's Major Arslan. I'm sorry to disturb.
I just had to remind you what you saw,
it's not public information. If you could please...
So what are you going to do to get my son back?
Every forensic officer we have is examining the recording.
Interpol, it's been sent to MI6.
So you could just do what they asked and let Andras Juszt walk.
Mr Chambers, I cannot imagine how you must feel right now.
Major, I do not require your sympathy.
What I want is my son, the only one I have left.
I can't do that.
Of course you can.
Of course you fucking can. You just don't want to.
We have every resources devoted to this case.
You don't have children, do you?
I don't see how... But you don't.
You said you can't imagine what I feel like.
You're so damn right. You have no idea.
Are you near the building? Come to my office. We can talk.
Mrs Chambers, please.
If we release that man, then they will let my son go.
That's what they said.
These people are terrorists.
You don't negotiate with someone holding a gun to your head.
No. You do what they bloody ask.
It's a matter of policy. Policy!
My husband is dead.
My oldest son is dead. My daughter is dead.
Will is the only thing I have left in this world.
The man we have in custody killed your husband.
And I would let him walk free for the rest of his days
if I thought I could see my son again.
I'm sorry, I can't.
Then I will talk to someone who's a higher pay grade who can.
I will talk to the fucking organ grinder.
What do you know so far?
There is not a lot to tell right now.
The recording was corrupted when it got sent over,
so it's hard to analyse.
The language on the recording is Farsi.
A message signed with blood to the nation of the cross.
Right. And then the caption?
Yes. The Interpol team say there's a new organisation,
the Fire Of Islam, based out of Ukraine,
but until someone claims responsibility...
The real question is why a white Hungarian national
would be so important to them.
Yes, we wondered the same.
Andras grew up in Jozsefvaros, the Romani and immigrant district.
Dad killed Mum when he was eight.
He ended up getting taken in by an elderly Muslim couple from the area.
The couple he lived with weren't extremists, not by a long way,
but they died when he was 15.
His life ever since has been a string of robberies and assaults
and time in and out of prison. Could be he was radicalised then.
Why would terrorists want to set him free?
You did your part, Baptiste.
Let us do ours.
OK.
Thank you.
What?
What is it you want to say?
You do not need to have formed suspicions of an old man
who's a policeman to no country.
PHONE VIBRATES
You go in. Erm, I need to get this.
Hey.
OK. Now's good, but be quick.
Mm-hm.
Yeah.
It's all right, it's me, I'm just here every day.
Sorry, it's procedure. I'm the fucking ambassador.
If I am bringing knives in, we're all screwed, aren't we?
Please just raise your arms.
I mean, this is just theatre.
I hope you realise that. We've all got our machines and our procedures
and our red lines. We all tell ourselves we're safe,
but we're not. We're never safe.
Mrs Chambers, please. Just piss off.
Grace, I want to talk to the PM.
He's in parliament today.
So call Lazio and tell him to call me
when he has a break from being important.
I don't think that's someth... Get someone!
Get me the chief of police. Get me anyone who could help me,
or get your CV, because you'll need it.
SHE BREATHES HEAVILY
CHATTER
You told that girl not to make that call, didn't you?
You said you were just coming to get a few things.
Where am I meant to be, at home surrounded by some photographs
or sitting in the police station bawling and just waiting and waiting
for some sort of miracle to occur?
I'm just saying work isn't what you need right now.
This is what you did after Laura.
The police have got to release Andras Juszt,
and they've got to do it now, or else he'll die, just like Alex did.
How is this happening?
Because sometimes bad, horrible shit just happens,
and there isn't a reason.
Happens to people all the time, and then one day...
One day, it's your turn.
Are you trying to cheer me up?
No.
Are you OK? You look terrible.
I'm fine. You...go home.
There's no-one there. It isn't a home, it's a museum.
DEMANDS ISSUED ON VIDEO
My name is Felix Meyer.
It is too late to save my life.
But if you do not stop killing,
the blood of other Westerners will be on your hands
like the blood spilled here in the country where I am held.
GUNSHOT
You know how to light that thing?
Can I ask why? Why do you think?
I know. I should go back home, right?
I have lived here longer than you have.
You talk too much.
Move! I'm not going anywhere.
Go on.
Oh!
HE YELLS
You need to run that under cold water.
Are you coming or not?
You have father, mother at home?
Father.
Sometimes.
Longer.
You need to keep it there until it hurts again.
I have a daughter. Older than you.
She's a police major.
Very high up.
Trying to scare me?
No. She's calm, she's patient.
But when things go wrong for her, her first thought is,
"Whose fault is this?"
But that doesn't make the problem go away.
It fixes nothing.
Why are you helping me?
Because I can.
I'm sorry, no-one but his lawyer's to talk with him.
Ah. You must be new on shift.
You cannot go back there.
Stop.
Well, if you want to arrest the British ambassador
and start an international incident, be my guest.
Your accent is for shit.
I asked you a question.
Of course I know who you are.
This must be hard for you.
What kind of a person takes pleasure in someone else's pain?
Is that what you came here to ask?
No.
SCREAMING
TYRES SCREECH
SIRENS WAIL
He had a knife, and he just made the guard open the gate.
I just stood too bloody close, I'm so stupid. You didn't do this.
OK? Breathe. Whoever missed that knife on the search
has a lot to answer for.
You'll let me know, won't you?
Ms Arslan's friends will be watching you.
I already told you I will help you.
There's no need for any of this.
Well, forgive us if we don't bloody trust you.
I'm more worried about walking back in that place after all this time
than walking out with my head on my shoulders.
You really think she's going to lead you to Gomorrah?
I hope so.
What are you waiting for?
STATIC
Can you hear me?
Not so loud unless you want me killed.
If he knows where Gomorrah is keeping my son,
I need you to find out.
STATIC
STATIC CUTS OUT
What's happening?
We are losing signal. Shall we move closer?
Balazs can see him, he's not going anywhere.
We have every exit covered.
OK. I can hear him again now. Yeah.
DOORBELL RINGS
GREETING He's in.
STATIC CUTS OUT
Oh, not again. Merde!
STATIC RESUMES Oh, what's he doing?
LINE RINGS
Hello? My signal cut out again. Ours too. Does anyone have it?
No. We need to go in.
But you have the exits covered, right?
Please, two minutes.
Two minutes.
You think this is a mistake.
No.
You do.
You think I'm a mad woman.
Alex is dead because of me.
Finding your youngest son cannot bring him back,
but it's the only thing that's in my power to do,
so, with respect, Mrs Chambers,
do not tell me what I think.
Just sometimes I have no idea what I'm doing.
Nobody does, but here we are,
for better or worse, somewhere in the eye of the storm.
You are an odd fellow.
HE CHUCKLES
PHONE VIBRATES
Hello?
Long enough. We are going in.
Not yet, please!
What's going on?
Your earpiece failed.
You shouldn't have got it on sale, then.
So? So I made contact, and I was allowed to walk out alive.
What about Will? I don't just turn up out of the blue after 14 months
and start asking questions, you understand?
Gomorrah will know where to find Will,
but this is going to take time.
We have made the first step.
You'd better not be messing us about.
Mrs Chambers, thank you for coming.
What is it? You sounded bloody mysterious on the phone, and I am...
..in no mood for mysterious. What do you want?
There's an investigation under way at the police department.
How a suspect like that was able to bring a knife
in past the police search.
So they think that somebody must have helped him?
They do. Someone will lose their job.
But it wasn't someone in the department.
It was you, was it not?
You brought Andras the knife.
You probably do not believe they will really release your son
any more than I do, but a parent does whatever they can,
even if they know their efforts are futile.
HE SIGHS
Look, I worked a case.
The Brigada Serbilu, a Romanian gang, came to hurt my family.
I had to put them in a safe house.
The stress on my daughter.
All this because of my job, my choices.
This is why she turned back to drugs.
We are cursed to carry the burdens for the choices we cannot control.
Therefore...there will be no judgment from me.
I was sent an invitation to download that app that my boys use.
Used.
And then...I received a message from an anonymous number
just...telling me what to do.
I did think about taking it to Zsofia, then...
Someone else bears the consequences for your actions.
That's your own business.
I mention it because...
..it will help you understand what I'm about to say.
Nothing is as it seems.
I'm sorry to make you look at this again.
Oh, it's all I see.
I have now watched far too many of these.
In most, the fanatic makes the hostage do the talking.
They can speak in a language more easily understood in the West,
and the chances for the terrorists being identified are reduced.
Where are you going with this?
This statement he makes is very, er, general.
No, I mean...generic, you would say.
And then, after the shooting...
..and the medium changes.
Now we must read, not listen.
A peculiar change, is it not,
when it would have been easier simply to speak the demand?
Now...now listen.
HE ISSUES DEMANDS
SAME AUDIO CLIP PLAYS
What? Listen.
HE ISSUES DEMANDS
SAME AUDIO CLIP PLAYS
It's the same.
Not just the words.
AUDIO FRAGMENTS PLAY
It's the... It's the same voice.
AUDIO FRAGMENTS PLAY
I don't understand.
This recording is nothing but distraction.
It's a fake.
A fake?
My son, they killed my son. You call that a fake?