(GUNSHOT)
I was shown a photograph of two dead bodies in the snow.
The director of the refugee camp was shot dead,
along with his head of communications.
In the manner of the Russian FSB.
ADILAH: (ON PHONE) I need to find out
if she knows anything about our plan.
Remember, once you've exposed the cores
of the radiology machines,
you will have three minutes to get them out of their casings
and into the water inside the lead containers.
Within one minute of exposure to the cores,
you'll be very sick.
After two minutes, you may be blind.
After three minutes... you will be dead.
MALIK: If you know you're being surveilled,
why did you make a rendezvous?
We arranged the real rendezvous on the plane
because I knew my phone would be bugged.
Explain to me why you're helping me.
IMOGEN: Obsession with annihilation,
and those who seek it.
I do need you to do something for me.
I want confirmation that the TDKP
was a cover for the CIA,
and they assassinated Marcus Seabright.
Mighty big ask for you to work out some daddy issues.
IMOGEN: She's playing a double game.
She's still working for them and she knows everything,
but she's also trying to escape with her daughter.
I need her to believe I'm helping her with that,
and she'll stay close to me.
I can protect you from the Americans
but the deal is Yasmina has to go back to Noor
until we know exactly what we're doing.
She's not safe with us.
ADILAH: Everything depends on her safety.
So, what's your real name?
The best lies are mostly true.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(LOUD THUNDER AND STARTS RAINING)
(WOMAN HUMMING)
(CONTINUES HUMMING)
Are you fan of his music?
You know what the inscription on his tomb says?
The inscription is in Greek,
and it says, "He was true to his own demon."
(INHALES)
I love him, too.
That's why I came all the way from Baltimore.
What about you, why are you here?
I too am true to my demons.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
Anything?
The intel was correct. It's definitely a comms spot.
He picked something up.
What was it?
PHILLIPA: It was a card from the grave.
I don't know what kind of card. I didn't see.
He left a bouquet of flowers,
but he was wearing gloves so, no prints.
Fuck! You got his description?
PHILLIPA: He has dark hair,
6'1", medium build,
dark overcoat, black hat.
MAX: Okay, if you don't have eyes on him,
make your way back to the grave.
Isolate the flowers. Make it quick.
There could be DNA on the wrapper.
We need to know who the fuck this guy is
- and where he's going. - PHILLIPA: Copy that.
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
Yep?
MAX: Six-one, medium build, black hat.
And you call me if you get your eyes on him.
Copy that.
(SIGHS)
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
I saw a guy, same build with different clothes
and I'm looking for him now. MAX:Okay, hold on.
You're heavy on theory, light on practice.
Just stay calm.
Don't take any chances
and you do not get close to him.
- Do you hear me? - PHILLIPA: Copy that.
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
- MAX: Anything? - No.
All right. Fuck it. Get in there.
See if you can get eyes on him, now.
I'm on my way.
(PANTING)
Oh, Mama, this is not how I thought Paris would be.
Okay, she's heading due south towards the perimeter wall.
- You see him? - MATTHEW: No.
No sign of the target.
You just keep her in your sight.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(GASPS)
(GUNSHOT)
MATTHEW: Agent down! Fuck!
Target headed towards the northwest perimeter.
Get after him.
Shit!
Talk to me, Matthew. Matthew? Matthew, talk to me.
- Target breaching the perimeter. - Fuck!
MATTHEW: Scaling the bridge on Rue De Bagnolet. Lost him.
Go check on Phillipa, now.
Right fucking now!
(PANTING)
He shot her at point-blank range in the head.
She's dead, sir.
(CHILDREN LAUGHING FAINTLY)
(GASPING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(YASMINA SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
(ADILAH SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
(BOTH SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
(ADILAH KISSING)
(YASMINA SPEAKING)
(ADILAH SPEAKING)
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
Yasmina... (IN FRENCH)
Okay?
Adilah...
(IN FRENCH)
(HORN HONKING)
(IN FRENCH)
(JINGLING SOFTLY)
IMOGEN: (IN ENGLISH) "Dear, Michael,
"When you depart from me, sorrow abides,
"and happiness takes his leave.
"I miss you."
"To my comrade."
ADILAH: Hey.
I tried to sleep but I couldn't.
You know, Yasmina hasn't ever been inside a place like this.
The man who owns it must be very rich.
Michael?
Yeah.
(SCOFFS SOFTLY)
You say his name in a strange way.
Do I?
ADILAH: Yeah.
He was my father's friend.
Was that all he was to you?
After my father died, he was my guardian.
And then my mentor...
and then more.
MICHAEL: Silly girl.
He made me who I am today.
And you still see each other?
IMOGEN: No.
Not really.
Fuck the past. I need a martini.
(MAGRITTE IN FRENCH)
(IN FRENCH)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
(MAGRITTE SPEAKING)
Malik, Cesar.
(CONTINUES IN FRENCH)
(CESAR BREATHING LOUDLY)
(MALIK CLEARS THROAT)
(MALIK SPEAKING)
(MAGRITTE SPEAKING)
(MALIK SPEAKING)
(CESAR SPEAKING)
(GAGGING)
(CESAR SPEAKING)
(MALIK SPEAKING)
(MAGRITTE SPEAKING)
Bold move.
(SIGHS)
I really hate these types of hotels
where all the rich Americans go.
It makes me sick.
But you seem quite comfortable in this world.
It's my job to be comfortable in different kinds of places.
I've played so many people in my life,
I don't know where I belong anymore.
(EXHALES) But for the next hour, this will do.
Why do you hate it so much?
Does it remind you of your modelling days?
I don't know if I should tell you.
(WHISPERS) Well, then you absolutely have to tell me.
(CHUCKLES WRYLY)
ADILAH: I was 21.
They dressed me in beautiful clothes.
Talked about heaven.
You see...
my time had come.
It was my day of days.
They had strapped explosives to my body.
The waiter just smiled at me,
as I walked into the lounge like death.
I was death.
There were enough explosives
to bring the ceiling down on all of us.
There were children in the room...
Lovers, families, friends...
Mostly American tourists,
all completely unaware as they ate their breakfasts.
Sleepy rich people, and me.
The switch was right here, inside my coat.
All I had to do was push it down.
So why are you still here?
A wire had worked loose.
Why are you telling me this?
I thought you'd be interested
in what the moment of annihilation feels like.
From somebody who survived it.
IMOGEN: Just to be clear,
the annihilation I spoke of was purely personal.
It would only affect me.
It would not take place in the lounge of a hotel.
(ADILAH HUMS SOFTLY)
Was Yasmina born yet?
No.
You know, there's no greater suffering for a parent
than when your child is suffering.
A mother's blood is her child's blood.
Yes, it is.
All right. Well, I have to go to the loo.
I'll be back.
By the way...
I don't think you ever would have flicked the switch.
You are fucking amazing.
She wouldn't shut up.
Did you get anything?
Phase two has just begun. Thanks to you.
I need more time.
I thought that would satisfy
your insatiable American appetite.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah, well, I'll tell you what...
Welcome to America.
I had an operative shot in the head
this morning at point-blank range.
I am sorry to hear that.
MAX: Take it.
Maybe not another coincidence. ISIS doesn't usually go in
for clean assassinations like that.
It's like they were trained by another entity.
Like a proxy operation?
Hmm.
I'll look into it.
Description of who did it?
Six-one, dark hair, medium build,
likely a member of the cell.
Listen, you have 24 hours
to bring me tangible results or we will resort
to conventional methods of interrogation
to get that fucking woman to tell us what she knows.
She won't.
I'm sorry, she won't.
You can pull out all her nails,
you can break all of her bones,
she will never tell you anything
because she thinks if she does, they will kill her daughter.
Now I think I can reach the part of her
that will change her mind.
I'm sorry to say, I'm your only hope.
Twenty-four hours.
The intel about my father,
where is it?
Almost forgot.
Marcus Seabright. Interesting man, your daddy.
It's not easy to be so bad that they wanna kill you.
And by the way, what happened in Morocco,
it wasn't what it looked like.
Never is.
MAX: You were right.
Excellent martini.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
Salut mon mec.
MALIK: Listen, I can't say I'm surprised,
but I found out about your cosy relationship
with Max and the Americans, okay?
You are not allowed
to handle a terrorist target in this country
without joint custody
with a French intelligence operative.
Not American... French.
Find a way to sneak out
when the target is secure tonight.
Meet me at our bench in the canal. Hmm?
And courtesy of the Americans, I know where you're staying.
They have bugged the place, and so have we.
Oh, grow up, Malik. Don't be jealous.
I'll see you tonight.
Enough of the rich Americans.
I will take you to the real Paris.
Somewhere I used to go in the old days.
Got a light?
SAMHURES: Everything is in place.
The ship has departed,
and is en route to Marseille to meet you
and head to America.
The Djinn Al Raqqah confirms she's still in Paris
with the British woman.
But she's never alone.
She never lets her out of her sight.
EMIR: I know about the British woman.
Tell everyone I will be back at the ship by tomorrow night.
The explosive device is secure on board,
and soon we will depart for the US harbour.
(SPLASHES)
EMIR: Tell everyone I will be back on the ship
by tomorrow night.
The explosive device is secure on board.
And soon we will depart for the US harbour.
(BOTH SPEAKING FRENCH)
(MALIK SPEAKING)
(IN ENGLISH) Okay.
(BOTH CONTINUE IN FRENCH)
Malik...
(GOLDFRAPP, TRAIN PLAYING)
♪ Plastic brain scar
♪ I want laser
♪ I'm your chauffeur With high
♪ Gloss highs
♪ Take you where you want
Are you hoping to see some old friends?
No.
I just haven't been here in years.
♪ Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Wolf lady
♪ Sucks my brain
- ♪ Apricot - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
♪ Sunrise came
♪ LA nights
♪ Just roll in
♪ Can't stop, oh, off the train
Hey, I'm gonna get a drink.
♪ Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Can't stop, oh, off the train
♪ Train, yeah, yeah, yeah
♪ Nasal douche
- (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - ♪ Poolside line
♪ Soft lit tan
♪ What's your sign?
♪ Hold my hand
♪ Just roll in
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
Your hair.
You dress like her.
Adilah, this insanity has to stop.
You can't do this. Come with me now.
You have to trust me.
IMOGEN: I know who he is.
Fuck you.
ADILAH: It's not what you think.
- (GUNSHOTS) - (GASPS)
- (WOMAN SCREAMING) - (TYRES SCREECH)
(PEOPLE CLAMOURING)
IMOGEN: Come on!
(WHISTLES)
Get in.
(IN FRENCH)
- What the fuck is going on? - I didn't know...
Did you know about this?
- No, I didn't. - (CAR HORN HONKING)
(DRIVER YELLING IN FRENCH)
(BOTH GRUNTING, YELLING)
ADILAH: (IN ENGLISH) Quick, go!
- (GUNSHOT) - (MAN GRUNTS)
(GRUNTS)
(EMPTY CHAMBER CLICKING)
Fuck!
(ADILAH GRUNTS)
(MAN GROANS)
(IMOGEN GRUNTING)
Come on!
(BIKE REVVING)
(GUNSHOTS)
(CRASHES)
(IMOGEN GRUNTING)
(GROANS)
(IMOGEN GRUNTING)
- (GRUNTING) - (MAN GROANS)
(GRUNTS)
(CLANGING)
(PANTING)
I had no idea that was going to happen, I swear.
I didn't know he was following us.
So, one of the drawbacks of my job is, occasionally,
I have to associate with people who are trying to kill me,
but this is fucking extreme.
ADILAH: Why would I want you killed?
You're the only person that's helping me.
Imogen, you know that doesn't make any sense.
- Please. - (SIRENS APPROACHING)
Are you coming?
Yes.
(GASPS)
MALIK: I'm so glad you're okay.
(WHISPERING) I'm okay now.
(SIGHING)
(SOFTLY) Imogen, we received fresh intelligence.
There is a ship.
It's going to set sail to the United States.
It contains some kind of device
that will be detonated in a US harbour.
We know it's being organised by a terrorist cell.
They are using names that are taken from
something called The Book of Surprises.
She showed me that book in Istanbul.
It's like she wants me to figure it out.
You will, you will.
IMOGEN: I'll continue in the company of the target,
and I'll continue to promise protection
for her and her daughter,
and I'll concentrate my investigation
on getting her to tell me the name of the ship,
and the nature of the device on board.
You are now an identified target for them.
And the Americans lost an agent this morning.
I'm worried about you.
I can't walk away now.
I'm getting closer.
We are getting closer.
Fuck...
I wish you were not staying in Michael's apartment.
I have to do this.
We'll be okay.
But I have to do this.
I know.
(SIGHS)
(MOBILE PHONE VIBRATING)
(INTENSE CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(WHIMPERS SOFTLY)
(JACQUES DUTRONC ON NOUS CACHE TOUT, ON NOUS DIT RIEN PLAYING)