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Can you explain me, please?

What are you doing?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

Are you crazy?

No, no, no, no, no!

No, No.

Move.

We found the panic room in the basement.

Brian, we found the panic
room in the basement.

- Brian?
- Copy that. Understood.

Brian, what's up with you? Brian?

West clear.

Foxtrot Bravo, do you read me?

What the hell was that? I heard
an explosion. What's going on?

Come on.

Dad. Dad.

Take N48.

I know where I'm going.

Hey, look, if I'd wanted him
dead, he wouldn't be here, right?

Here.

They gave him this.

I know he saw it.

They were pressuring him.

And I heard him telling them off.

He must have made a deal with them.

So it was his fault?

I begged him. I tried to
explain. You saw me try.

It was him or me. He left me no choice.

I had no choice.

I'm done with your bullshit.

I want you to leave.
I'm sick of your face.

Don't get upset.

It's a little late to find a hotel
room. Just give me until tomorrow.

No, I don't want Pierre to
see you tomorrow morning.

I don't want him to know
his father hates him.

So, then, how do you see
things going down exactly?

- What do you mean?
- Don't act like you don't understand.

If you think I'm going to give you
my EU security codes, you're crazy.

Be very careful.

If they find out what you've been
doing, you could wind up in jail.

I'll tell them everything,
the entire story.

Antropa, your dirty business deals!

Right, but you have no proof, and
Antropa will squash you like a bug.

It's too late now. You
can't back out of this.

No. They're out of range.

Don't be a fucking idiot.

You have no idea of Antropa's
power or who's behind them.

- Even inside the British government.
- Didier! You're not listening to me!

I'm not giving you my access codes.

What happens to Pierre
if you go to prison?

Who will take care of him? Me?

You'll give your codes to
Antropa when I tell you!

If you don't want the fucking
money, you'll do it for free!

Shit. He walked out.

Okay, make a copy for me.
I'm taking this fucker down.

You got it.

Thank you.

I admit I'm a little surprised
you called me, Commander.

So you've heard of me?

Don't be modest. You're a legend.

Have a seat.

If they find out what you've been doing,

you could wind up in jail.

I'll tell them everything,
the entire story.

Antropa, your dirty business deals!

Right, but you have no proof,

and Antropa will squash you like a bug.

It's too late now. You
can't back out of this.

That's it?

Let's cut to the chase, Dumas.

The president doesn't like me.
I'm a woman. I don't sleep around.

My work record is beyond reproach.

If I go to the president with this,

Taraud will get transferred
to continue his corruption,

while I get fired within six months.

For one thing, I'm very fond of my job.

And also...

I wanna destroy Taraud...

not get him transferred.

We have something in common.

Miss Saint Roch, uh,

I know you're not fond
of my kind of company.

But you should know that Talkis
would never accept this mission

unless I truly believed that Taraud

was working for the French government.

What's the security clearance
for this Sabine Louseau? Two?

One?

One.

Which would be enough to access
top-secret documents in cyberspace.

That's verified.

So they wanna attack us
like they did the British.

Excuse me.

Yes, Gabriel, go ahead.

Yeah. Your Antropa theory is
correct. I saw one of their guys.

So the plan went okay?
Samir's out of harm's way?

Hmm, yeah. I'm still waiting
to talk to Jack Rowdy.

Why do you give a fuck about that guy?

Why do I give a fuck? I don't
wanna be on the line for murder.

You follow?

Miss Rowdy?

Miss Rowdy.

Oh, Gabriel, please don't
tell me you're with Alison.

- What the fuck are you doing? Come on.
- Come with me.

I'm getting on the
boat. I'll call you back.

You're sure that guy's reliable?

Yes.

Leave me the surveillance.

You'll hear from me.

Love you, Dad.

Take me back to London with
Samir. I have no choice.

Either I prove Antropa
incited the attacks, or...

or I'm in real trouble.

And if Samir wants to stay in France?

Samir's not the problem. You
are. You helping me or not?

Well, I mean, it's complicated.

What's complicated?

I mean... well, I'm not working for you.

Is this where they are?

For the wife and baby, they
thought it was safer on the boat.

I need your help. I really need you now.

I bet you do.

All right.

ANNICK'S CAFÉ & BREWERY

And Samir?

First they wanna see you.

Come on.

Hey.

Hello, Alison.

Well? Not happy to see us?

No one told me that you
were... that you were fishermen.

Actually, they're not.

Not really. Think the
planet's better off today?

What is it? You do? You
don't? Come on. No idea? Hmm?

Because we don't think the
planet's doing well at all,

and we haven't changed.

We're still with the
struggle. Still fighting.

Unlike you, right?

Look who you're working for. Fuck.

Come on, you guys. How long
are you gonna keep this up?

Oh, fuck, Gabriel, when did
she ever come see you in prison?

Yeah? And how often
did you visit me? Huh?

And what about you?

So...

That all happened 20 years ago.

Well, friendship never expires.

You went completely AWOL after
Nathalie's death. Not a word, ever.

You never cared who the fuck I was.

Yeah, yeah. You were
Daddy's little baby.

Nathalie was your friend.

She said you were generous.

But not enough to share Gabriel.

Whoa! What the fuck is this
little fucking trial about?

You wanted to see her.
There she is. Okay?

Let's get on the boat
already. All right?

Yeah, you're right. I've
seen enough of her face.

All right. Let's go.

We're only protecting your guy

because he's Syrian
and against the regime.

And because Gabriel's still our man.

We're not doing this for you.

I know, yeah.

But thanks.

Welcome.

We were able to recover
part of the conversation

between Taraud and his mistress.

Okay, show me.

You'll give your codes to
Antropa when I tell you!

If you don't want the fucking
money, you'll do it for free!

We verified it.

It's clear that Antropa
is seeking a secret list

from the European Cybersecurity Center.

A list of flaws in the security
systems of 27 European nations.

In some cases, they weren't
even advised of the flaws.

Those that knew were in
no position to correct it.

So, with this list, Antropa could
possibly destroy our infrastructure?

That's exactly right.

I'll prepare a brief and
we'll go to the president.

There's more.

- I don't care. Don't threaten me.
- Don't be a fucking idiot.

You have no idea of Antropa's
power or who's behind them.

- Even inside the British government.
- Didier! You're not listening!

So it's clear.

They have a guy on their payroll
inside the British government.

- Just like we have Taraud.
- Right.

That probably explains why Antropa

has been investing in
brand-new offices in London,

right on the banks of the Thames.

Correct.

They knew they were gonna win this game.

I'll try to convince the president.

Mmm.

Jesus Christ.

Dogs would learn faster, Toby.

You cannot be putting the
national security of this country

into the hands of private companies.

We're not fucking socialists.

Privatization works.

You're a dinosaur, Richard.

I am a dinosaur.

Mm-hmm.

And I'm ashamed.

I'm ashamed as to what
this government has become.

And what's worse? I saw it coming.

The contracts with Antropa.

Are they ready?

Or should I tell the PM you're
handing in your resignation?

Yeah, it's ready.

You can tell the PM

that, as of tomorrow, I'll be selling
this country to the highest bidder.

Don't sulk, Richard.

Make the call to Antropa right now.

What counts is fixing the
problem. Doesn't matter how.

Course.

- Please, sir, you can't come in here.
- Is this a fucking joke, Bob?

I can't trust you. You
let Samir slip away again.

We won.

The Brits are gonna sign,
Didier. Don't worry about Samir.

I leave for London tomorrow.
This will all be over soon.

And if Samir says anything to the
British, they'll cancel the contract.

You don't know the Brits.

They'll never admit they got screwed.

They'll want everyone to think
they asked to get screwed.

It's a British thing.

But your help was greatly appreciated.

The boss said so too.

I know. I just spoke to him. He
asked me to explain our plans.

What plans?

Sorry, I forgot you're
only director of operations.

I was invited to join the Antropa board

so I could come up with
new business opportunities.

Miller can appreciate that.

And he asked me to go with
you to London. Know why?

Because I've found
ways to attack the EU,

and Antropa will have contracts
with all of Europe thanks to me.

Ah, there you are.

- How are you?
- Good.

Hello there.

You're a sight for sore eyes.

You haven't changed one bit.

You too.

Yeah.

So, how did it go?

Great. Easy. Nobody saw a
thing. Nobody asked questions.

Come on.

They're down in the hold.

Don't cry. Don't cry.

Why are we leaving?

We're happy in France.

Gabriel said he could get us papers.

We don't know anyone here.

Alison can introduce us to
significant people in London.

Do you believe that?

To them, you're a terrorist.
You attacked their country.

I didn't attack anybody.

Myriam.

Alison.

- You okay?
- Yes.

- The baby's okay?
- Yes, he is.

Hello.

Oh.

Hello, gorgeous.

What happened to Krimo?

He escaped.

He'll call you.

Beautiful.

So what do we do now?

Open the USB drive

and make us a copy.

Ooh.

Here. You can get online with this one.

When do you go back to England?

We're waiting for the tide.

There's a Greenpeace operation

over the new drilling
site off of Scotland.

Seeing you reminds me of my sister.

I think of Nathalie
all the time, you know?

I'll be upstairs.

Those are all Antropa operations.

- Even future attacks on the UK.
- You have everything.

Walid and I hacked
into their web servers.

No one had ever done it before.

So, you're the genius.

Walid is very good too.

All we wanted to do was to
destroy Assad's police files

and then flee the country.

And we found that Antropa
was supplying Assad,

so we hacked them too.

We had the idea of copying
the files to sell them.

Why did you go to the French?

We went to the British first.

National Cyber Security Center.

Mark Bolton.

We even had an appointment with him.

He didn't show up.

Bolton was murdered by Antropa.

I don't wanna go to London anymore.

Samir.

No.

I wanna stay in France.

No.

My wife is scared.

- I'm scared.
- Samir.

I work for the Home Office.
You and your wife will be safe.

You'll... You'll have residency, jobs.

We'll provide complete protection.

Trust me.

I trust him.

He'll be with us all the way.

Right, Gabriel?

We'll talk to the French.

Okay?

What did you say?

That I don't work for you.

But if I don't bring
him back, I'm through!

You know what I'm risking?

You can't do this to me.

- Hello.
- We're almost in Dunkirk.

So tell Miss Rowdy we're
expecting her to be there.

We wanna talk to her.

Where are you now?

I'll send you the address.

Mmm.

Someone wants to see you.

Miss Rowdy.

Please sit down.

So you're Delage?

I imagine you've figured out who I am.

Of course.

Whatever else you say, Miss Rowdy,

Samir Hamza is now a suspect
link to a London terror attack.

He's in our custody.

Okay.

If Samir stays in France,

there will be more casualties
until we sign with Antropa.

Do you guys really want us
to sign with those bastards?

Because that company is French, huh?

Not really.

We want to take them down.

Before they attack Europe.

Well, so prove it.

Let Samir and me go back to London.

Along with Gabriel.

In exchange for what?

A copy of the flash drive.

That's the minimum buy-in
in this game, Miss Rowdy.

What is it you want?

A presidential adviser is arriving
in London for a series of meetings,

the agenda for which is
a closely guarded secret.

The DGSE has not been invited.

His name is Didier Taraud.

And we're pretty sure
he'll be using the trip

as a pretext to secretly
meet with the CO of Antropa.

And who's that?

Francis Miller. He's French.

But he has a British accomplice.

Someone close to the Cabinet.
Someone who has access.

Someone used to working in the shadows.

Like you.

I could go with her.

That isn't your decision, Delage.

Samir hasn't been charged
and is free to leave France.

And he's got a passport.

The only question is, will you
pay me to protect him or not?

If I decide Samir stays,

I just make one call and
that boat doesn't move.

Miss Saint Roch, that
would be everyone's loss.

Fine. Here it is.

I'll allow you to leave with Samir,

and Delage as a bodyguard.

In return...

you agree to aid us with Taraud.

I mean you follow him
everywhere he goes.

I want to know everyone he
sees while he's in London,

and what they talk about.

Hello.

Have you watched the tape yet?

No, not yet.

Then watch it. Let me know.

All right.

If I don't have conclusive
evidence to give to the PM tomorrow,

then not only will I
be signing with Antropa,

you'll be charged with
colluding with a foreign agent.

The only hope, the best hope for
both of us, Alison, is the Syrian.

So if you've anything you
need to tell me, tell me now.

I'll send you the GPS of
where we'll be landing.

All right. How many of you are there?

- Four.
- Okay.

We'll be there to meet you.

Okay.

Am I leaving you all by yourself?

I'll be fine.

Right now you need to
be with your mother.

- All right. Bye, Dad. I'll call you.
- Mm-hmm. I love you.

I love you too.

- Mr. Onwori?
- Hey.

For Miss Rowdy.

It'll never fit in the box.

- Thank you.
- Have a good evening.

"Dear Alison, if this ever gets to you,

it's probably because I am dead.

Only person I trust completely.

I was contacted by Antropa

five years ago.

Enclosed are copies of the
cryptocurrency accounts."

This one.

"You'll find her... "

At least that moron
Bolton did one thing right.

Alison's in the clear.

Okay. I will send these to...

I'm gonna deal with this.

- Thank you.
- Thank you, Richard.

Hey.

Need any help?

Don't cry, honey. Don't
cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

Hey, don't cry. Don't cry.

Hey.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- Slept okay?
- Yeah.

Want some coffee?

No, I'm good.

How are they doing back there?

They're sleeping.

No more nukes! No more nukes!

- No more nukes!
- Take your bag.

Come on, you guys. They're
coming. They're coming.

No more nukes! No more nukes!

No more nukes! No more nukes!

No more nukes! Whoo! Come on!

- Okay, this, right, is just...
- And Telkis?

It's inhumane, seriously.

Isn't that Nathalie?

Go ahead, play it.

Gaby, play it.

- What the hell?
- All right, all right.

Fuck you, Alison.

Piece of fucking garbage!

Get over here! You're garbage!

You killed my sister! Get
over here! I'm gonna kill you!

You running? You think
you can run? Get over here!

Come here! I'll fucking kill you!

I said get over here!

Myriam!

Alison! Alison!

Go to your room!

Go back to the room, Myriam!

- Let me go.
- Stay back.

Know what it's like to burn?

You wanna know what it feels like?

What are you doing?

An eye for an eye.

Now you know.

Annick. Hey, Annick.

- What? What?
- Gabriel! Stop it!

What if it was my
fault? What if it was me?

What's this bullshit, man?

She killed Nathalie, and she
sent you to fucking prison!

Prison? I never went
to prison. Not one day.

I was Military
Intelligence. I was working.

I infiltrated you, ratted you
out. You never suspected a thing.

Not a thing.

I provoked you from the start.

My mission was to get you locked up.

Come on.

But first I had to get you away.

Away from what?

Your old man.

Your father was an
important NATO official.

Couldn't let his daughter
hang with these leftist clowns.

Now stop fucking around.

Come on.

Let's go.

Okay, go.

Come on.

Come on!

Come on, come on. Come on.

You okay?

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