(TENSE, INTRIGUING MUSIC)
(DEVICE BEEPING AND TRILLING)
(BEEPING CONTINUES)
BRANCA: I have a degree in criminal justice and...
..a First from Oxford,
(comms) learning to track and target a dispersed enemy
in an asymmetrical war.
All this technology...
..and we're back to 1980s cloak and dagger.
(comms) BEN: If your country lost a billion dollars
in a cyber-attack...
..you'd look to the old ways too.
(CHUCKLES) BEN: While you were living
in a shipping container in a fortified compound,
learning to turn Afghans...
..our old adversaries were...
..perfecting their craft.
BRANCA: Hm. Speaking of old adversaries,
here's your man, Evgeny,
followed by Simon and Garfunkel.
BEN: They're here for the handoff.
That means we don't have much time.
The mole is here...
..or very close.
(BELL TOLLING)
That's a positive ID on Abel Zacharia, Turkish Intelligence.
He contacted the US State Department about selling information
and they turned him down.
BEN: So, he went to the next highest bidder.
Here he is. Got him.
Opening up the channel.
BRANCA: Grey trench coat, glasses,
north-west gate.
That's your cue, Eugene.
National security depends on us intercepting that intel.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DEVICE BEEPING)
Looking good, sweetheart.
(EVGENY GROANS)
We're in business.
Evgeny has taken the bait.
(MAN GROANS) (EVGENY SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)
EVGENY: Stop!
(THEY SPEAK RUSSIAN)
EVGENY: Ah...
(MUTTERS, THEN SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)
(TENSE MUSIC)
BRANCA: Brush contact spotted, you've been burned, Jen.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(MAN CRIES OUT)
(GROANS)
BRANCA: And that, ladies and gentlemen,
is how you sabotage an old-school side-drop.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(frustrated) Aah...
(SIGHS)
Evgeny.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CHUCKLES)
(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
(in English) If you worked for me, things would be easier.
I'll consider it.
(EVGENY LAUGHS)
So...
..today you have wedding anniversary, yes?
Hacking my phone?
Your wife...
She will be disappointed
if you are late again.
My wife is never disappointed.
(EVGENY CHUCKLES)
My wife...
She has left me,
because of work.
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
(in English) Long career, many regrets.
But if I could change one thing,
that would be it.
(EVGENY SIGHS)
Nazdarovia...
..Ben.
Hey, Branca.
(comms) Enjoy the anniversary dinner, boss.
I'll clean up any loose ends.
Good job.
Hello. I'll have a rose, please.
(INDISTINCT)
(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Good evening, Norbi. - Bonsoir, Ben.
- Do you know where my wife is? - Just over there.
- Oh, thank you very much. - You're welcome.
Sweetheart.
- You're late, darling. - You know how much this means to me.
You're lucky that I do.
Thank you.
So, we don't have time for drinks anymore.
Our table is booked for 8:00 at the Carlton.
- Well, I'll call a cab, then. - OK.
Oh, I really wanna say goodbye to Mats, that alright?
OK. Did I tell you how beautiful you look?
You're not so bad yourself...
..Mr Malloy.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- Norbi. Yes, Ben?
- Will you please call us a taxi? - Of course. Are you leaving so soon?
- Yes. Anniversary obligations. - Aah, félicitations.
Congratulations.
(PEOPLE SCREAMING) (BLAST ROARING)
(COUGHING) (SCREAMING)
(COUGHING AND GROANING)
(BEN PANTING)
(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)
(PANTING LOUDLY)
Farrah!
(OPERA MUSIC ECHOING)
(OPERA MUSIC FADING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC)
(SCREAMING ECHOING) (HEARTBEAT THUMPING)
Excuse me. (SOMBRE MUSIC STOPS)
(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)
(SNIFFLES)
(SOMBRE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(SIGHS)
(BLAST ECHOING)
(INHALES SHARPLY)
MAN: Hey, man. You good?
- Yeah, I'm... I'm good. OK.
BEN: Thank you.
(SIGHS) (ENGINE STARTS)
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(voicemail) This is Nick.
I'm back-packing through Europe right now.
Please leave a message. Don't be jealous.
(LINE BEEPS)
Hey, Nick, it's your dad. Just...
I'm just calling to say hi.
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Nick?
Your father called.
Does he know his son has landed such a fantastic job?
I'm in IT.
My dad wouldn't understand the appeal.
You're going to have to speak with him eventually.
How can I speak with a guy who doesn't wanna talk about anything?
Oui...
Men are like that.
Even me?
Even you.
(CHUCKLES)
(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)
Aw, babe... (BAG THUDS GENTLY)
When did you find the time?
Every woman has her secrets.
(SHE CHUCKLES)
Is that a good thing?
That depends.
Oh...
Oh, wow.
(SHE CHUCKLES)
(PENSIVE MUSIC) (BIRDSONG)
LAWYER: We're all very sorry about the circumstances
of your wife's death, but there are concerns
related to her last assignment that we need to address.
BEN: It's fucking show-trial bullshit. Been sitting here
for two hours answering the same damn question.
We're simply exploring the scope of your knowledge of that operation
I told you what I know.
Farrah wouldn't have been a part of any conspiracy.
(DOCUMENTS RUSTLING)
Do you recognise that individual?
(SIGHS)
- No. - Kharon Taramov.
He's linked to the murder of several NATO agents.
His trade is information gathering. The old-fashioned way.
Russia has spent the past several years using men like that
to slowly rebuild its empire,
quietly undermining Western democracy.
OK.
What does he have to do with Farrah?
Was your wife his handler?
- Objection! - Hold on, Ted.
Listen to me, you smug piece of shit.
Farrah believed what she did for the CIA was meaningful and critical
to America's safety.
Beyond that, we both knew better than to ask about each other's work.
Would you be willing to take a polygraph exam?
Objection! Ben. That's enough!
- You're damn right I would. TED: Ben,
we're done. BEN: Go get it.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Farrah wasn't responsible for handling any Russians, Ted.
- They're fishing. - They're smearing her.
WILLIAMS: Ben.
Hold up.
How come you're not working on your handicap?
The Inspector General keeps interrupting my game.
IGs are like mushrooms.
Keep them in the dark and feed them manure.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
I know what's going on, I've got your back, Ben.
Just telling them everything I know, sir.
Hm. Oh,
I hear your son is starting in... IT?
- Yeah? In the fall? - Yes, sir.
Well, maybe he'll follow in his parents' footsteps one day.
No loose ends, Ben.
BEN: You heard Williams. The Agency's backing me.
Deputy Director Williams is behind a steering wheel
that isn't connected to an engine.
What does that mean?
Come on, Ben. You've been around long enough.
The IG is the one that determines whether this gets sent to the DOJ.
What's to refer? Farrah wasn't a double agent.
We've both been doing this a long time.
Long enough to understand the human condition is not absolute.
We're all inscrutable, Ben. Even Farrah.
No, Farrah was clean as a whistle.
I lived with her, I raised my son with her.
I know that.
So, should I cancel my trip?
Do I need to stay and fight?
Unless you get some new evidence, there's not much we can do.
It's in the wind now.
(TYPING ON KEYBOARD)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
I don't buy it...
Talk to me, Farrah.
BEN: Morning, George. Good morning, Mr Malloy.
- Working hard to keep us safe? - Yeah.
(DEVICE CHIMES)
(CHIMING CONTINUES) Uh... My card doesn't work.
(GEORGE GROANS) Whoa,
Ben Malloy. Good to see you, man! How you doing? You're looking good.
(GRUNTS PLAYFULLY) Come on, man!
- Do I know you? - What? Come on,
it's me. You don't recognise me? - No.
(softly) You want VIP access,
but they put a security restriction on your badge.
- How do you know that? - Desmond Jackson.
Although anybody who's anyone calls me Dez.
Come on, man. You know that.
We got it, George. We're good, we're good, we're good.
Follow me fast. If you hesitate, I will leave you.
DEZ: We're all good.
So, we are the foremost information acquisitionists in the world...
..here, and I think we can help.
I can only imagine what you're going through, Mr Malloy.
How do you know my name? Why the personal escort?
You were the Chief of Station for the Baltics.
I am really sorry about what happened, by the way.
Who restricted my access?
Any time the IG investigates they're gonna clip your wings.
I mean, we can sweep your system for bugs.
It won't do much, but it'll give you an edge.
- I'm not under formal investigation. - Hey, look...
Mr Malloy, I'm no lawyer, but if the IG decides to drop a bomb,
you're in the blast radius.
I need help.
BEN: Did you know Farrah?
Why do you think I'm helping you?
She was one of the very best people I ever worked for.
Your son is something else in the IT field. You should be proud.
BEN: I am.
Hey... I don't need you to hold my hand. I can do this.
DEZ: So, you're familiar with running the latest modular mission
applications to provide, amongst others,
total CREST access and SIGINT functionality?
Please.
No, please.
I need you to hold my hand.
(SIGHS)
DEZ: OK. So I'm running a broad sweep on any questionables
operating in and around the area
where your wife was killed.
- You know what a sociogram is? - It's a visual tool
for charting relationships within groups.
This ain't your first rodeo.
Alright. So we have got...
..the rainbow coalition of white and black hats.
Hungarian TEK. Polish SKW intel.
A former Chechen Kadyrovite.
Hell, we even got ourselves some former members
of the Estonian KAPO. Huh.
(in Russian) Maybe it's all a coincidence.
There are no coincidences.
DEZ: There is one other person who was around
the day Farrah died.
Kharon Taramov. BEN: Kharon Taramov?
DEZ: Any idea what he was doing in Hungary?
- None. - Huh.
You ever consider the Russians?
I mean, FSB, GRU ain't a bunch of boy scouts.
No, I know the Baltic Chief.
Evgeny Kalinakov?
It's not his thing.
Killing people is not his thing?
I didn't say that.
OK.
I'll run a remote scan from your laptop.
Give me a few days and we'll see who's been snooping.
(TENSE MUSIC)
They forced you to do this?
Tell me you weren't involved.
"Connect the dots?"
(MOBILE RINGING)
(SIGHS)
(GASPS)
- Nick. Hey, Dad.
I was beginning to worry about you.
Yeah. Yeah, reception has been shitty out here.
Those French cell towers get you every time.
Actually, I'm not in France.
What do you mean you're not in France? Where are you?
I'm... I'm in Croatia.
Croatia?!
What are you doing there? - Yeah, there's this girl.
Uh-huh.
Yeah, there always is. (NICK CHUCKLES)
- Her name's Veronique. Right
She's chill. You'll like her.
- Oh, I'm sure I will. Yeah, look.
I'm running late right now. (BEN SIGHS)
Do you think we could meet Thursday?
On Thursday?! I land on Monday.
- I know. - What am I gonna do for 4 days?
- Look, please don't be pissed. No, I'm not... I mean...
You're a grown man. You can make your own decisions.
I just wanna see you, that's all.
We'll still meet up in France, OK?
(line breaking) I can kill a couple of days.
I said we'll still meet...
(LINE DISCONNECTS) Nick?
Nick?!
Dad?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
I love you, kid.
Don't get her pregnant.
OK.
I'm proud of you... mon chérie.
Yeah.
You're in Croatia?
I'll go to Budapest.
Kill a couple of days.
(TRAIN PASSING BY)
(SIREN WAILING)
You shouldn't be out here without a coat.
(FARRAH CHUCKLES)
I don't need a coat when I have you.
WAITER: (in French) Miss, sir... your table is ready.
Come on.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (FARRAH CHUCKLES)
You look great.
Thank you.
(in French) Hi, Marcel. How's it going?
As usual, please.
Thank you.
What secrets are darkening your brow?
(CHUCKLES)
You know better than to ask me that.
I'm probably just thinking about how lucky I am.
Do you ever give that intuition of yours a rest?
Hmm...
No.
(FARRAH CHUCKLES) Especially round you.
Speaking of intuition...
..what are you hiding? (FARRAH CHUCKLES)
Remember...
..when we were discovered?
Yeah. Like two little kids caught necking?
And they said it would never work.
A husband and wife.
You did it, didn't you?
You did it?
- Mmm-hmm. Well, hello.
Mrs Chief of Station.
That little Algerian girl got smart...
..with the support of a wonderful husband.
- Hey... A loving son
and a bit of luck, maybe. Yeah.
Now she deserves to celebrate.
On that note...
My grandfather bought these...
..as a gift to my grandmother when they were married.
Open it.
Named after Fatima, beloved daughter of Muhammad.
They're for protection
and good fortune.
I want you to keep it close to your heart, Ben.
That way I will always be there with you.
I'll never take it off.
Keep it right next to my heart.
I love you, Ben.
I love you, Farrah.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DIALLING)
(MOBILE RINGING)
BEN: I wake you?
You're the one on DC time.
What would you say if I told you I was in town?
I would say remember the restaurant on Gundel?
Great coffee.
9:00 am.
Look at you.
- Gone from body armour to bespoke. - New Chief has to look good.
You deserve every bit of it.
(GROANS)
How's Nick? I hear he's...
..landed a great job.
(CHUCKLES) Seems everybody's heard that.
Oh, wow. Last time I saw him he was this high.
Please, congratulate him from me.
I will.
We're meeting in Paris.
Hence the layover?
Yes.
I had a few days and I wanted to talk to you about something.
(MOBILE CHIMES)
- Thank you. WAITER: You're welcome.
(BRANCA AND WAITER SPEAK HUNGARIAN)
You were saying?
There have been some...
..things
I wanna talk to you about.
Well, we both know that the IG report is utter shit.
And I can't discuss any...
They're trying to blame Farrah.
Blame her for the death of those agents.
Right.
That's a... slap in the face.
Yeah.
What if her death wasn't an accident?
You know something I don't?
No.
It's a feeling, a hunch.
I do hate it when you get those.
John, what if everything we know about Farrah's death...
..is wrong?
Any evidence?
Not conclusive.
John, I just feel like...
I feel like we need to do...
..something. (BRANCA INHALES)
Well, "we" are not gonna do anything.
You're gonna go to Paris and...
..I'll shake a few branches, see what falls out the tree.
But...
..I think it's important you spend time with your son.
Thank you.
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING) (BLAST ROARING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(ECHOING SCREAMS)
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
(SIGHS DEEPLY) (DISTANT SIREN WAILING)
(SIREN WAILING)
Farrah!
(PENSIVE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Hello, sir. How can I help you?
I'm just looking, thank you.
I'm afraid we're by appointment only, sir.
I need to see Hitchens.
There's no-one here with that name.
Tell them Jedburgh is here.
(BUTTON BEEPS)
(in own language) There's an American here.
He asked for you by name but he used an outdated password.
Mh-hm.
(RECEIVER THUDS)
(in English) Follow me.
No, I'll get back to you on that one.
Okay, I gotta go. I'll call you later.
- Benjamin. - Hello, Hitch.
- Could have called. - Would you have answered?
No. (CHUCKLES)
But it would have given me time to run and hide.
I supplied you as an operative, but this,
I could lose my job, helping you.
I've got nowhere else to go.
Besides...
You knew Farrah as well as anyone.
You never really know anyone in this trade, Ben.
When Farrah died she was wearing
a replacement wedding ring.
Nanotechnology. Test case item
that never went into issue.
I was looking after her original.
We believe Evgeny's tech team hacked it
and were able to track Farrah's movements.
So the explosion that killed Farrah,
they knew she would be there.
Evgeny was sidelined?
He was officially suspended from operations,
though he still holds court
at the El Royale Casino.
You keep it. (RING RATTLES GENTLY)
When this is over I'll be back.
I hope so.
I don't believe Farrah's death was an accident.
There's a reason why the clandestine world
is described as a wilderness of mirrors.
I can do one thing for you.
This is...
..Farrah's emergency fund.
It's the most useful thing
I can give you.
Parting gift in her memory.
Use it to find Evgeny.
Evgeny is cold.
He wants to stay cold.
If you want his focus, make a scene.
You remember how to do that, don't you, Ben?
(MOBILE RINGING)
(phone) DEZ: Mr M? - How did you get this number?
I scanned your laptop. - And what's the diagnosis?
That thing is more infected
than a botnet at a denial of service convention. It's crazy.
What does that mean?
Means whoever did this is sophisticated, so watch your ass.
I'm gonna trash your laptop.
Do it.
(RELAXING MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(LIVELY CHATTER)
(RELAXING MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
They said you had retired.
- They said the same about you. No, I am
what you call...
.."slow quitting."
- How did you get in? - I gave Vadim
a two-million-ruble bribe at the door.
You know, I slipped him a 50.
Oh, so you have cash.
Is there any objection if I raise minimum stake to...
..5,000 US dollars?
Let's make it ten.
(CHUCKLES)
(CARDS SHUFFLING)
Unlucky.
As I think
will be your Inspector General's report when it's released.
I have some questions...
..about my wife.
America... always,
she is blaming other people for her problems...
..when she should be looking in mirror.
The world has changed, Ben.
We are enemies once more.
We've never stopped being enemies.
(EVGENY SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
Means "stomach is ungrateful wench."
Never remembers past favours.
Always wanting more.
You should leave, Ben.
Odds always favour the house.
That was foolish, Evgeny.
(GRUNTING) (PEOPLE SHOUTING)
(MEN GRUNTING)
(SHOUTING AND CRYING OUT)
(SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)
(GRUNTING)
Hey!
(GUARD SHOUTS) (BEN GRUNTS)
(GUN CLATTERS) EVGENY: Why?
Why you do this?
- I want answers. - And I had winning hand.
What do you know about Farrah's death?
I'll bring you in from the cold, Evgeny.
I'll burn you.
And then I'll bury you.
You have let heart overrule common sense.
Is very disappointing.
(GRUNTS) (BODY THUDS)
- You sure you don't want me to come? VERONIQUE: I'll be about an hour.
Groceries, water, wine. (SHE CHUCKLES)
I enjoy shopping. You have to work.
I do, I do.
And you do, so we're good.
Thank you for the coffee, my love.
OK. OK.
(HE GRUNTS) (SHE CHUCKLES)
(in French) Let's go.
See you in an hour. Salut.
- Love you. - Love you.
(SIGHS)
(KNOCKING)
I knew you'd be back.
Nicholas Malloy?
My name is Jansson.
I need you to come with me.
Yeah, I'm not going anywhere.
My girlfriend just left. She's gonna be back in a second.
We'll send a secure escort for her.
We're protecting her
from the same foreign nationals that's been tracking you.
This has something to do with my dad, doesn't it?
I can't discuss the situation.
But we have to go.
What if I refuse?
I wouldn't suggest that, sir.
(TENSE MUSIC)
(LOCKING)
(GASPS)
You have ruined my evening.
Fuck you.
- You ruined my life. Ben,
this is not like you. - BEN: I know it was you.
(SPITS)
EVGENY: That is what you have come here to do?
To avenge Farrah? (in Russian) No, no. Why?
(in English) Why, why you come here?
You are too experienced
to start conflict
without provocation.
You are not on assignment.
No-one would let you operate like this.
No, no...
You have come to clear her name, haven't you?
(SPEAKS RUSSIAN)
Hey...
I know it was you, Evgeny.
I know about the other assets, the accidents.
- I know you killed them all. - Ben, Ben, Ben.
We have walked same path for decades.
We do same operations for opposite sides of camp.
We're different,
but... on this point,
you could not be more wrong.
This. These are
who you are talking about?
Half dozen active agents
killed in last few months, yes?
Yeah, with your signature all over it.
We have footage.
Was damaged. We clean up few frames.
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
Former FSB.
Your guy.
You could admit it, Evgeny.
Say it.
No...
I swear on mother's grave
he does not work
for us. - Then who is responsible?
(SIGHS)
You remember when you were stationed in Macedonia, yes?
Yeah. I'd like to forget.
Well, then you recall
how Alexander the Great came to power of throne.
His father, Philip, was killed, murdered, double-crossed...
..by best friend.
(SILENCED GUNFIRE) (EVGENY AND MEN GRUNT)
BEN: Evgeny?
Go, Ben! Get out!
(SILENCED GUNFIRE CONTINUES) (BEN GRUNTS)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
Branca, it's Ben. Listen to me.
(in own language) Come on, come on!
Triangulate this call and get here as soon as you can.
(MAN SHOUTING)
(ENGINE REVVING)
(BEN PANTING)
(BEN GROANS)
(BULLETS RICOCHETING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(MAN SHOUTS)
(SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE)
How did you get here so fast?
BRANCA: You are one lucky sod, Ben.
An FSB kill team
rarely fails. - Yeah.
How did you get here so quickly, John?
We were tracking Evgeny.
Farrah was murdered.
I know it now. We were set up. - By who?
I don't know.
I thought it was the Russians, but I'm not so sure anymore.
Well, you know you can't trust him. He's old-school.
Just like you, Ben.
I think it's best you lay low.
I'll take you to a secure location.
NICK: Can you tell me what's going on?
We've been driving for three hours.
Are you gonna tell me my father's in the care and custody
of Ground Branch, like you guys always do?
Your father talk much about his work?
Is it the Syrians?
Is it the Serbians?
- Am I allowed to know? JANSSON: Seeing that you're family.
There's a rogue element to the FSB.
Tried to kill your father.
Not an easy task.
So, what do you want with me?
- You're next on the list. Wait, hold...
If I'm next, what happens to my girlfriend?
No, no, she... - We just left her behind.
She's fine. We have someone watching her.
I need a sat phone to call Nick.
I've already sent a go-team to retrieve him.
How?
Root access allowed us to geolocate his phone.
I already briefed Director Williams.
Welcome aboard, Ben.
(TENSE MUSIC)
It's right in here.
- What is this? Trust me.
It's better you're here with us than out there.
I wanna thank you, John.
(SCOFFS)
I should be the one thanking you.
Your visit here
outed an operation we never saw coming.
Apparently,
the men who shot Evgeny were Chechen assassins
associated with the Wagner Group.
Yeah, but why?
Intel suggests they...
..were looking for something.
Something...
..you might have.
That I might have?
Did Evgeny or the others ever ask you for anything?
No, nothing.
John, I went to them.
- They never asked you for anything? - No. I was the one doing the asking.
(BRANCA HESITATES)
Did Farrah give you something before she died?
What the hell would she give me?
I don't know, Ben.
You tell me.
No, she didn't give me anything.
Look, I need to speak to Nick.
There's a satellite phone downstairs.
(TENSE MUSIC)
My father's not coming, is he?
You want the truth or a lie?
(GUARD GRUNTS)
(GUNSHOT)
JANSSON: I don't wanna kill you, Nick.
But I will.
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Sit down.
Fucking amateurs.
(TAPE PULLING)
It will never be enough, John.
Whatever they offer you...
..it'll never be enough.
(BRANCA CLEARS THROAT)
Ben, why weren't you honest with me
when I asked you if you knew anything?
You're a fucking traitor, John.
Eight years we worked together.
And I trusted you.
I had your back.
I'm only gonna ask you one more time.
- What did Farrah give you? - She gave me a son.
She gave me a home.
She gave me a life.
Leave us.
(BRANCA MUTTERS)
(DOOR CREAKS)
(DOOR CLOSES) (BRANCA SIGHS)
You know my history, John.
You know what I'm capable of.
(BRANCA CHUCKLES)
You should just kill me.
Should watch your back, John.
I don't really think that you're in the position to be making threats.
You know she was...
..a honey trap, right?
She used to fuck the enemy.
That is why Evgeny
..felt so sorry for you
(BEN GRUNTS IN PAIN) BRANCA: He had empathy.
(GRUNTING) BRANCA: I don't.
You always live in a dark place, John.
No joy.
No love.
(BEN CRIES OUT)
What did Farrah give you?
Hm?
What did she give you?
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING) (SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING AND PANTING)
(BEN GRUNTING)
(GASPS)
What did Farrah give you?
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING) (BEN SCREAMING)
(GRUNTING)
(grunting) Fuck you!
(whispering) What the fuck did she give you?
(ELECTRICITY BUZZING) (BEN SCREAMING)
They have him at the safe house.
Let's see if Nick...
..can handle the same pain as you.
(BEN SHOUTS)
You fucking touch him...
..I'll kill everything you love, John.
(DOOR CLOSES)
BEN: You were there.
That was you at the café, wasn't it?
What's your name?
Why does it matter?
I like to know the names
of the people I'm gonna kill.
(CHUCKLES)
Ah, you Americans think you are so powerful.
Let me tell you a little story, my friend.
In the 1980s,
the Head of the CIA was captured by Hezbollah.
Tortured to death.
A few weeks later,
the Head of the KGB was captured.
The KGB kidnapped a relative of the leader of Hezbollah...
..and kept sending body parts.
A finger,
a thumb...
The Head of the KGB was released unharmed.
You will never beat us.
We're not playing by the same rulebook.
(LOUD BANG) (KHARON GRUNTS)
(RESOLUTE MUSIC) (MEN SCREAM)
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(BEN GRUNTING)
(TAPE RIPPING)
You're Krystyna...
..Kowerski.
How do I know you're not a black hat?
I don't work with Chechens.
I kill them.
Where's my son?
(PANTING)
You're too weak
to leave the way I came.
Listen...
You're gonna have to focus on what we do next, alright?
There are shooters up there
and they're waiting for us.
- Can you move fast? - Yeah, let's go.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, let's go.
Follow me. Come on.
BEN: Go.
Those men up there are not CIA.
Stay with me.
(METAL THUDS, HISSING)
(LOUD BANG) (MAN GRUNTS)
(GUNFIRE)
(GRUNTING)
Get in the Zodiac!
(GUARD SHOUTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(KRYSTYNA CRIES OUT)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(GRUNTING AND SHOUTING) (TENSE MUSIC)
(BOTH SHOUT)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BLADE SWISHING)
(GRUNTING)
(TENSE MUSIC BUILDING)
(BLADE SLASHES) (SCREAMING)
(BODY SPLASHES)
Nice work.
Took your sweet time.
You had it under control.
We need to go.
(ENGINE REVVING)
You've been following me since I arrived, haven't you?
You were on the motorcycle.
How do I know I can trust you?
(chuckling) I risked my ass,
and killed eight Chechen contractors.
I saved your life back there.
Choose your next accusation carefully.
Thank you.
It was my pleasure.
(CAR BEEPS)
- I need to find my son. - You need to listen.
Your wife gave me specific instructions.
Do you have the hand of Fatima?
The hand of Fatima?
Yes.
Yes, I do.
- This? Very good.
You have the key. And I have the address.
What if I wasn't wearing it?
But you are, Ben.
And Farrah told me that.
The men who took your son are the men who betrayed Farrah.
(ENGINE STARTS)
Please.
You don't have to do this.
You can let me go.
It's complicated, Nick.
I'm just following orders.
BEN: How come you haven't shown yourself until now?
Farrah ran a stable of deep cover intelligence assets.
She was about to expose a complex money-laundering operation
that linked the Central Bank of Russia
to a whole host of NATO countries.
She said the exposé would be like the Panama Papers on steroids.
Why didn't she tell me?
Because she discovered a rogue US operative
was at the centre of it all.
One who played all sides against each other.
So, you were one of her informants?
There were seven people on her asset list.
I'm the only one still alive.
And you chose to break cover for me?
Why?
I made a promise to your wife.
She was there for me when I needed her.
With my help you can end this.
I promise.
(DOOR OPENS)
Branca wants to talk to you, brother.
I'm gonna wait outside.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You look like her.
You killed her, didn't you?
Her biggest mistake was that she trusted me.
(KHARON GASPS SARCASTICALLY) I'll kill you.
See how easy it is? We all have it inside of us.
All we need is the right motivation.
I promise you.
You're not gonna get away with it.
KHARON: Hm...
What was it she left for you and your father?
I don't know.
I actually believe you.
But it doesn't matter now.
(TENSE MUSIC)
KRYSTYNA: Farrah wanted you to open this, not me.
OA...
Occultis Aperta.
KRYSTYNA: "Hidden in plain sight."
Farrah's idea of a joke.
(LOCK RATTLES)
You have the key.
(LOCK CLICKS)
(MYSTERIOUS MUSIC)
You knew her before...
Before Guantanamo...
..the US sent high value detainees to Poland for interrogation.
Farrah was straight out of university.
She spoke fluent Arabic.
We were the only women there.
We were friends.
Our careers mirrored each other, you know.
Farrah's with the CIA and...
..mine with GROM.
I always had deep respect for her.
- She never mentioned you. You never really know
a person in this profession. Right?
Your wife always had wonderful taste.
- How long did she know? Farrah was an excellent judge
of human nature.
I think she would have suspected Branca was dirty for some time.
So she was protecting me.
But I couldn't protect her, or Nick.
You're doing what needs to be done right now. That's all that matters.
Look at this.
KRYSTYNA: That's a list of money being funnelled through LLCs...
..cut-outs. - Agency fronts.
Branca's.
KRYSTINA: He appears to be on the payroll
of at least five other foreign intelligence agencies,
along with someone else.
(BEN GASPS SOFTLY)
KRYSTINA: (chuckling) Holy shit!
Farrah discovered that the Deputy Director of the CIA
is a rogue agent.
- This is what they're looking for. - He's running the whole thing.
Branca's just a glorified foot soldier.
Hmm....
KRYSTYNA: What's that? - I don't know.
Looks like some sort of...
..modified bigot list. (TYPING)
KRYSTYNA: Maybe that's a mistake. I mean,
she was a handler after all.
(SIGHS)
Oh, Farrah, Farrah...
KRYSTYNA: She wanted you to see this.
She was working with them the whole time.
You don't know that, Ben. I mean, did she...
(LINE RINGING)
John, it's Ben.
I got what you're looking for.
I'm glad to hear that, Ben. BEN: I wanna speak to Nick.
BRANCA: I'll text you a time and location.
I reckon we'll make a trade.
KRYSTYNA: That's an old bauxite factory.
There is a safe house the Americans used near there.
You know they'll kill you once they get what they want.
I'm willing to take that chance.
I'm sensing some anger.
Yeah. I'm a tad pissed off my wife turned out to be a double agent.
Are you mad about that or because she had self-agency?
(BEN SCOFFS)
Don't give me that crap.
Your wife did her own thing.
She ran her own ops and she made the calls
and she never talked about anything. Ever.
-Look where that got her. -Maybe it's not what you think it is.
It's exactly what I think it is.
So what's your plan?
Give them what they want and I get my son.
You do know that once they make the trade you're dead, right?
And if you give them Farrah's laptop,
her death would have been for nothing.
Look, this isn't your fight.
True.
But if anything goes wrong, they'll come for me.
Not if we're smart about this.
I'll drive.
(MOBILE RINGING)
(whispering) Yo, Mr M. How... How's Hungary?
- It's good. How's Virginia? DEZ: I wouldn't know. I'm in London.
Embassy's a lot bigger than I thought.
I know, listen... I'm sending you a link.
How pressing is this?
Life or death.
BEN: You need to look at it now. This thing is rotten to the top.
On it.
Thanks.
Oh, my God...
(TYRES SCREECH)
(TENSE MUSIC)
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
John.
Ben.
I'm sorry.
Get in the car, Nick.
See?
It's not so bad...
..working together again.
Just like the good old days.
I get what I want. You get what you want.
Everybody's happy.
I leave here today.
You never hear from me again.
I know.
(GUNSHOT) (MAN GRUNTS)
(CLICKING) (SHELL RATTLES)
(GUNFIRE)
(BRANCA GROANS)
Fuck!
(GRUNTS) Fuck!!
BRANCA: It's empty.
Nick.
(ENGINE STARTS)
BRANCA: He has the backpack.
We don't get it, you don't get paid.
(TENSE MUSIC CONTINUES)
Look out.
Hold on!
- Dad! - Get down!
NICK: Uh, Dad?
What do I do, Dad?!
- I drive, you shoot. - Shoot?!
The man in that car is a trained assassin
and he wants to kill us. And he will
if we don't kill him first.
Shoot, Nick!
(GUNFIRE)
Fuck!
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(TYRES SCREECHING)
(BEN GRUNTS)
(GUNFIRE)
(MACHINE GUN CLICKS) Oh, shit!
Shoot! Shoot, Nick!
It's empty!
(TYRES SCREECHING)
BEN: Below the barrel.
The grenade launcher. You got one shot.
They're gaining on us!
Did I ever teach you the precision immobilisation technique?
The PIT manoeuvre?
Watch out!
Motherfucker!
(KHARON GRUNTING)
(KHARON CRIES OUT)
I regret not killing your son when I had the chance.
But at least
I got your wife.
Let's go, Nick.
Good job.
(EXHALES)
What happened to Branca?
I don't know.
Rats have a habit of surviving.
Wait.
You're going back?
We left someone behind.
Branca.
(BEN GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(EXHALES)
BRANCA: You are a stubborn fuck.
Get up, you old fuck.
I said get up!
(GRUNTING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
I told you to watch your back, John.
You never were a good student.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
NICK: It's one of them.
Come on, John, get up.
(BEN SIGHS)
Put the gun down, son...
..and listen to me.
You have the opportunity to do the right thing here.
I want you to put the gun away, give me your keys,
and walk away.
- Walk away? - Walk away.
- I can't do that, sir. - You can, and you will.
There will be questions.
Just tell the truth.
Do it, son.
Good luck, sir.
Is this our new vehicle?
I never understood why Farrah loved being a handler so much.
It's because she got to work with people like you.
Your wife was one of the good ones, Benjamin.
Somebody you'd be willing to lay your life down for.
(SIGHS)
- I'll find my own way out of here. - Hey.
When this is all over...
..don't be a stranger.
I won't.
Someone needs to keep an eye on you.
(CAR DOOR CLOSES) (ENGINE STARTS)
(EXHALES)
Yo, Mr M. You trying to get me fired?
- Why, what did you find? Hold on.
BEN: Listen, Farrah died gathering this intel so what can you verify?
Yeah, only enough information
to take on the Deputy Director.
But I figure you knew that already. Right?
What do you really want?
To know if you could hack this year's spook-a-thon.
DCI round table's in Croatia.
So, yeah, it's doable.
Alright. Thanks, Dez. I owe you.
Yeah...
You once asked me to work for you, now I'm asking you to work for me.
(CHUCKLES)
One last favour, for old time's sake.
WILLIAMS: And then I told the DCI,
"No, Ma'am, the phrase 'intel failure'"
"isn't an oxymoron, it's a redundancy".
(LAUGHTER)
I wanna close by telling
each and every one of you
how much your wisdom... (ALL MOBILES CHIMING)
..and guidance has meant to me over the years
as I've endeavoured to...
..steer... (CHIMING AND BUZZING CONTINUES)
(PEOPLE MURMURING)
(INDISTINCT WHISPERING)
This is bullshit.
It's a complete joke.
(CHATTER CONTINUES)
You can't prove any of it!
For Chrissakes, you'd need the Head of the...
..goddamn FSB to corroborate.
(PEOPLE GASPING)
(EVGENY CLAPPING SLOWLY)
(STOPS CLAPPING)
Hello.
It's nice to see so many
old adversaries in same room.
And nobody is tied to chair.
(CHUCKLES)
As most of you know,
I am Evgeny Kalinakov.
I was FSB Chief of Station,
Budapest, last eleven years.
And I "can" confirm...
..that all evidence
you have seen
is truth...
To best of my knowledge.
WILLIAMS: You'd take the word of some Russian operative
over mine?!
(speakers) WILLIAMS: Get rid of Malloy.
Repeat, you are authorised
to go hot and take whatever steps are necessary
to liquidate him
and his son. (RECORDING STOPS)
"Clear up all loose ends," no?
Is message...
..from Benjamin.
(HANDCUFFS RATTLING)
This way.
Get that thing out of my face!
(SIREN WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)
Hey, Dad.
- Hey, you two. - Sorry we're late.
Ten minutes late in Paris is on time.
- You're very dapper, Mr Malloy. - Thank you, Veronique.
The new French Chief of Station has to look the part.
- Mom would be really proud. - Yeah, she would.
"The moral arc of the universe is long."
Yes, "but it bends toward justice."
Congratulations on the new job, Nick.
I'm very proud of you.
(RESOLUTE MUSIC)
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