All language subtitles for Collateral S01E04 (Awafim.tv)

MUSIC: ("Bright Side Of The Road"
by Van Morrison)

(SIREN IN DISTANCE)

This is Nathan Bilk. Leave a message.

Good morning.

Good morning.

We kick down the front door?

- Oh, yeah.
- I bet you £500 he comes out the back.

I don't have that kind of money.

Nor do I. That's why I want you
to take the bet.

- Which way?
- That way.

Right, come on, boys.

This way.

Three, two, one, go!

Garage team, go left.

Team ascending stairs.

Someone check in the cars.

Clear.

All clear.

Clear.

All clear. All clear.

Clear. Clear.

(INCOHERENT SHOUTING)

Oi! Armed police!

Armed police! Don't fucking move!

Do not fucking move!

You're Mehmet Akman, I think.

How did you find 'em?

They got them off the film
on Fatima's phone.

Rakhee's been running
facial recognition all night.

How many are we looking for?

There was three identifiable
on the beach.

These two. Last one's trickier.

Kip's up there.

Ah, so you're joining us at last.

You went ahead without me.

I called you three times.

I turned it off.

Do they both live here?

Seems like it.

Are you sure you've got
the right people?

If you'd seen the film...

Look, here she is.

This looks like her.

Look, you can see half the name.

So find the café.

How do I do that?

I thought you were
good at that sort of thing.

I'll catch up. I've got to make
a quick stop on the way.

Don't we have to interview the Turks?

Well, watch the film, and
then start the interviews.

I'm sure you can manage without me.

I thought you must be a night-worker.

Not me.

I didn't know MPs worked this early.

- Who's your boss?
- Deborah Clifford.

Oh! Now, I like her.

She's tough, isn't she?

- Very.
- Yeah, that's what you lot need.

If you say so.

Look, just let me out here, will you?

You know what you're in for.

(HE SIGHS)

Do I get coffee?

- No.
- You've got one.

So? On no account piss me about.

You've spent four days avoiding me.

There was a murder in my constituency.

Oh, and you can't multi-task?
Don't be a prick, David.

All right, if this is what you
want to talk about,

we have an immigration policy
which makes no sense.

That's for me to decide.

No, it's for you to listen to colleagues

who respectfully disagree with you.

Wrong. The time for listening is over.

I need to attract back all
the people that hate us

and get them voting Labour again.

It's called a free market, Deborah.

Do you know what comes with
a free market?

I think I do.

The free movement of people,
you can't have one without the other.

What is this? Civics class?

We're not going to be able to build
hospitals, build schools,

do any of the things that we need
unless we have a dynamic economy,

and that's never going to happen
in a place called Fortress Britain.

This isn't your remit,
you're Shadow Transport Secretary.

Thank you.

And I've heard it before.

All right, yeah, let's just put
the Labour Party aside

for a few moments.

What are we going
to do for the next 300 years?

Live behind walls?
Is that a serious policy?

Keep people out because we're rich
and they're poor

and that's the way it's going to stay?
For ever? I don't think so.

History tells us
that's never going to work.

The one thing
we do know is things change.

They always do.

So, for God's sake,
let's be open to that change.

No, I'm not going to do this.

I'm not going to debate
at six o'clock in the morning.

You chose the time, not me!

You say put the Labour Party aside.

Well, and you may want to do that.

But I can't. I'm riding a horse
that's been shot through

the legs and all I care about is
getting it up and running again.

And I-I'll do anything to make that
happen, including sacking you.

You don't give any more interviews
sounding sorrier for immigrants

than for the people who've lived
here 100 years.

That's non-negotiable.

You're all over the papers.

If we hear "nasty little country"
once more, you're out.

I can get you deselected,
and I'll do it, too.

Well, that's very clear, thank you.

I've tried to be clear.

- You've succeeded.
- I didn't want ambiguity.

- There's none.
- Good.

And vote for unfettered powers
for the security services tonight,

along with the rest of the party.

Is that it? Is the meeting over?

It's over.

Oh, what's this about signing

the application
for an illegal over-stayer?

Who told you that?

Who's having an affair with a gay vicar?

Great! I can't wait to read
about that in the press.

Well?

Can I go back to bed?

(CHIMING)

"Dear Jane, I'm going to go now.

"I've got to sort things out
for myself, whatever that means.

"Funny how you're never ready
when the moment comes.

"You think you'll be ready,
but you're not.

"I knew what was right and I ignored it.

"What can I do? Thanks for listening.

"It means the world to me
to talk to a priest. Laurie."

Have you any idea what time it is?

No.

Yeah, well, I do,
cos I've got a friend up there.

Well, the quicker
you answer my questions,

the quicker you can
get back to her. Or him.

- Coffee?
- No.

What's this about?

So, I had a meeting on Tuesday
at Harslfeet Detention Centre

with Mona and Fatima Asif.

But I'm telling you something
the Evening Standard already knows.

- Do I know that?
- I'm sure you do.

How else could you have splashed
the story the next day?

Oh, I get it!

This is the police asking journalists
to disclose their sources, is it?

I wouldn't expect that.

I know how deep
your professional ethics go.

First came the economic
migrant bollocks...

Yeah, is it bollocks, though?
I don't think so.

Then the Islamic gang war bollocks.

Where did that one come from?

Someone's spitting in your mouth,
Robert.

And I've got a fair idea who it is.

- What do you want to ask?
- Nothing.

I don't want to ask anything.
That's why I came in person.

I didn't want to phone. I wanted to see
your face when I said...

"security services".

I'm not telling you anything.

No.

Thank you.

Go and join your friend.

Please...

my sister's having the baby.

She needs a hospital.

She was promised a hospital.

She needs a midwife.

Okay.

I'll call for an ambulance.

(SPEAKS IN OWN LANGUAGE)

Get your boots.

Come on, hurry up.

It's all right.

Don't be frightened.

Why are you carrying a gun?

Sit down.

I've come to talk to you
about your husband.

Tim?

He's Major Dyson to me.

Can you put the gun down,
please, Sandrine?

It's impossible to talk.

Tim tells me that you had a very
bad tour and came back distraught.

He said that, did he?

Yes. That's his diagnosis, is it?

Well, I can call him if you like,
get him to join us.

No. It's you I want to talk to.

What your husband told you is a lie.

He is a compulsive liar and a lecher

and he drove his last assistant
to a nervous breakdown.

As I understand it,
she had issues with promiscuity

and lowered morale
among serving male soldiers.

Is that what he told you?

That's what he said, yes.

And I trust him 100%.

(SHE SIGHS)

I was out in the garden, all night,
thinking about your children

and how they'll have to deal with it.

Deal with what?

Having a rapist for a father.

A rapist? What makes you say that?

What do you think?

What exactly did happen
on your last tour?

That's not what we're talking about.

Isn't it?

I went into the military
to serve my country.

Not expecting to be thanked.
Nobody expects to be thanked.

I didn't. But expecting to enjoy
what my father called

the bonds of decency.

Shared values.

That's what I wanted.
Your husband shat on those values.

So you claim.

He fucked me for no other reason
but because he had an advantage.

Ask him.

I intend to.

Can I ask you what the advantage was?

I wanted you to know who you're
living with, that's all.

You know, don't you?
The woman always knows.

Then you didn't have to tell me.

Well, then, fuck you, Phoebe Dyson,
because you know who he is!

And you live with it.

You're the enabler.
You are as guilty as he is.

Please put it down.

Put it down and we can talk this over.

No, there is nothing to talk over.

It's not going to matter
by the end of today.

What does that mean?

Sandrine, I'd like you to tell me
what that means.

It means, you're going
to give me your car.

I know you have what nice people
call a run-around.

I have a car, yes.

Hm. I'm going to take it and then
I'm going to leave you for the

rest of your ruined life, with your
screwed-up fuck of a rapist husband.

Keys!

(KEYS JINGLE)

Zapper.

Thank you.

Now you know who he is, and you can
never say that you don't.

(CAR DOOR CLOSES, ENGINES START)

(MOANING)

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

Ah, so how did the meeting go
with our leader?

- Like a dream.
- Do I still have a job?

You made a bad career move
many years ago.

You should have attached
yourself to a rising star.

That's what I thought you were.

No, not me.
I'm not built for the system.

You're built to outwit the system.

Isn't that the point of systems?
To outwit them!

- (BUZZING)
- Suki Vincent.

Tell her I'm not here.

Hello?

Yes, he's here.

She said she saw you
committing suicide on television.

Give it here.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah. Thank you for asking.

Um... I don't know.

I'm not sure.

The truth is, I have to decide.

- Yeah, yeah.
- Nice to see you.

Interview rooms two and three.

All right,
can you come this way, please?

(SIRENS WAILING IN THE DISTANCE)

Yeah, it's Nathan Bilk.

Yeah, you asked me to call you
and let you know how we were doing.

We got some pictures
of the smugglers last night.

Okay, good, where?

Mobile phone. Good footage.
We picked them up pretty quickly.

No problem.
That's what I wanted to ask you.

Can you give us any help?

Yeah, have you heard of Mehmet Akman?

No?

Bhuran Demir?

No.

Is that it? Is that
everyone on the footage?

No, I...

No, I don't know of any woman...

I'm going to make inquiries, though.

Thanks.

Berna.

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Okay.

Berna Yalaz?

Yes?

We've got evidence you may be
involved in illegal activity.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Come on.

Thank you.

Kip, you know how you were
looking for a female soldier?

- Well?
- At Calfhill this morning

a captain in the Royal Surreys
went crazy,

took a hostage. She's now disappeared.

You need to get down there quick.
Let me know what you find.

- What's her name?
- Sandrine Shaw.

Sir?

I'd close the door if I were you.

Where's Nathan?

Oh, he's just in the process
of starting the interviews.

Well, I'm going to be very
interested in what you have to say.

I'm sure you will, sir.

Perhaps you could summarise.

Things are moving.

We've got very good CCTV
footage of the two men.

We've got them on the road
after they dumped Laurie Stone.

- The woman?
- No, she wasn't with them.

So we've got nothing on the woman
except the phone footage?

We're bringing her in right now.

Rakhee found the café
where she has breakfast

and the owner told us where she lived.

So we have the smugglers
but we don't yet

know who killed the pizza man?

My guess is the three Turks were all
working for someone else.

But they will speak, won't they,
given the right incentive?

I ask because you seem to have
developed some extraordinary skill

in getting silent people
to open their mouths.

I was going to
talk to you about this, sir.

So why didn't you?

Yes, a woman sits in Harlsfleet for
36 hours, giving us nothing,

suddenly she gives us everything,
the whole case is thrown wide open.

By what powers of persuasion
did you get her to change her mind?

What, you thought I wouldn't ask?

No.

You are so far out to sea, Kip,

I don't know how you think
you're going to swim back.

Well?

Somehow, at our meeting yesterday,

I felt I had authorisation.

Did you?

Yes.

You felt?

To offer British residency
to Fatima Asif.

So you went ahead.

Did you throw the sister in, too?

As a matter of fact, I did.

The two of them living in Britain
for the rest of their lives

so we can crack a case?
Did I discuss such an offer?

- Not in so many words.
- Well, then.

I discerned it.

It was in the air.

Do you have gifts of the paranormal?

I don't think so.

And even if I had suggested it,
did you think

I was in a position
to make such an offer?

No.

Then why did you think you were?

How long you been in this job?

- Eight years.
- And you don't get it yet?

We're below stairs, Kip.

We're answerable to everyone
and we control no-one.

You've done eight, I've done 20.
I feel it more.

Sir, don't you think, if they won't
give us any wiggle room,

we have to make some for ourselves?

These are people's lives, Kip.

Have you considered it
from their point of view?

You're holding out hope
you're in no position to give.

Are you at peace with that?
How dare you?

Has it occurred to you what's going
to happen to these women

when they find out you lied?

I didn't lie. I calculated.

You should have asked me.

I knew if I'd asked you,
you'd have had to say no.

Sir, I think I'm going to be able
to make good on my promises.

Oh, yeah? How the hell
are you going to do that?

You're gambling, Kip,

and you don't even know if this
gamble's going to pay off.

(SIRENS)

Congratulations.
You've had a bit of luck.

Not luck.

Well, no, but...

getting somewhere.

You sound surprised.

- How did you know?
- Sorry?

About our luck. How did you know?

It interests me why you've been
protecting these bastards.

(SCOFFS) Have I been protecting them?

Yes. You've been feeding
misleading stories to the press.

I was wondering why you'd
bother to do that.

I would wonder that, too,
if it were true.

I've decided there can only
be one reason.

What reason's that?

Because you've got a cock in this fight.

Either that or you're a people-smuggler.

Do you have any evidence?

It started as an instinct.

Oh, well!

There's a feeling,
a feeling of being played.

Then I spoke to Robert Walsh.

Robert Walsh? Remind me...

The friend you were at school with.

That Robert Walsh.

Tottenham, was it?

Highbury.

Just so you know,

I've had to offer residency
to Fatima Asif and to Mona.

I'm surprised you can do that.

I can't.

I need you to fix it for me.

Oh, right, that's why you're here.

Yes.

That's what you need me for.

At MI5 you hand out citizenship
like Smarties to anyone who helps

the cause, so, Fatima helped the cause.

What's your answer?

You know the answer.
I'm not going to do that.

Why not?

Protect your arse?

One more corner-cutting detective
who breaks the rules.

- At least we have rules.
- One more grunt with a grievance.

I don't think so.

I'm holding some people
who are of value to you.

In what way?

The last thing you can allow
is for these people

to live their lives behind bars.

We're going to have to trade, you and I.

We can either do it now
or we can do it later.

An intelligent man would do it now.

First mistake, Sam,
you took me for an idiot.

I can't believe you're making a second.

Sorry, I think this is a bluff.

If we're going to trade
you'd have to be holding

something important to me.

I am.

If you think those men are of
any significance to me...

Did I say men?

Ah, suddenly you're interested.

Okay. Breaking news.

We're bringing in Berna Yalaz.

No.

No deal.

- Think about it.
- No.

- Nothing.
- What difference does it make to you

if a couple of Iraqis spend
the rest of their lives in Britain?

Not exactly opening
the floodgates, is it?

If I did this for you,
I'd be admitting MI5 involvement.

I'm not going to do that.

Fine.

Though I'm a little shocked at how
lightly you betray your friends.

I'd have expected better of your outfit.

I'm not betraying anyone.

Well, you can discuss that point
when you visit your agent in prison.

Your call.

I'm going back.

Oh, my God, darling. Are you all right?

Yes, of course I'm all right.
Why wouldn't I be?

I never thought for a moment
she was going to use it.

Oh, Phoebe, how awful for you!

Yes.

I wonder if I could have
a moment alone with my wife.

Right.

She said you blackmailed her
with something you found out

and forced her to bed.

Oh, come on, sweetheart,
she'll say anything!

The woman's mad!

Are all women mad?

Do you want me to stay?
She may come back.

I can stay home all day if you like.

The trouble is, Tim...

I believe every word she said.

Okay.

(SHOUTING)

How are we doing?

Why are you in here?

I've been ordered to stay in the room.

This is inhuman.

This may be acceptable at Harlsfleet,
it is not acceptable here.

Get out of this room! Now!

Thank you so much.

Now, let's see what we have here.

Look at this.

Genevieve sent it.
It's her bank account.

Look, there and there.

Karen's stealing.

Yeah.

Well, I suppose in a way it's a relief.

A relief? Why?

I'm going to deal with it.

You have to be back for the vote.

David, you have to!

Thank you. I will bear that in mind.

- Nathan, how are you getting on?
- (SIRENS)

Has anyone spoken to Berna yet?

Good, then don't till I get there.

And when's that going to be?

Kip, are you still there?

- Do we have Berna's phone?
- Yeah.

Good. On no account
allow it into evidence.

Do you mind if I lead?

So, you're not going to want
a lawyer, are you, Berna?

What makes you think that?

And since we're not yet
charging you with anything,

we can leave that off.

Okay by you? Good.

Just to bring you up to speed,

we're getting DNA evidence
for the murder of Laurie Stone

off the back of a van owned
by Mehmet Akman and Bhuran Demir.

Do you know these men?

Sure. My whole life.

How so?

From childhood.

Do you know what they do for a living?

Logistics.

And you? What do you do for a living?

I'm a translator.

- Translating what?
- Turkish/English.

That's books?

Books, films.

I do the subtitles.

And that keeps you going, does it?

Turkish cinema's very strong.

Many people think Nuri Bilge Ceylan

is the greatest film director
now working.

Did you see Winter Sleep?

Was it at my local Odeon?

I'm not sure why I've been brought in.

You'll have to explain.

Nathan?

Because you're starring in a piece of
film helping illegals onto a boat.

Where?

- Izmir.
- And you've identified me?

Yeah.

I don't know how you've done that.

You're allowed one phone call.

Remember that's the rule.

Maybe you should
think about calling Sam Spence?

Sorry?

It's another name I'm trying on you.

I don't know... Sam Spence.

Odd, cos he knows you.

What does this Sam Spence do?

Well, he doesn't write
subtitles for arty films.

Where are we, please?

What level are we at?

What level?

Yes.

I'm afraid you're at ground level,
Berna.

Among the humble police.

Who are perfectly willing
to send you to prison

and face the consequences.

I doubt that.

Oh, you think you're protected, do you?

Because you work for a British
government agency?

I haven't yet told my colleague,
but I just had a mineral water

at the Tate Britain with Sam,
and he seemed to be walking away.

Shocking, isn't it?

I gave him the chance to save you
but he didn't take it.

You're right.

This is above my pay grade.
I should get my superintendent.

Wait.

Tell me what you're proposing.

I'll need two things.

First, obvious, I want
the boss of the people smuggling.

But second,
I want the name of Asif's killer.

Who's got your phone?
You're going to need it, aren't you?

Nathan?

Why did they have to kill him?

Why did they have to kill Asif?

Because he knew the name of the boss.

How did Asif find it?

(SIGHS) The captain had an e-mail.

It was from the boss' secretary.

Asif came to England,
contacted her, tried to do a deal.

Big mistake.

If the boss was so careful
about protecting his identity,

how did the captain
have his e-mail address?

Long story short,
someone misdirected it.

Human error, you're saying?

Have you never done that?

Sent an e-mail thread, not noticed

there's information on it
you shouldn't be giving?

It was you, wasn't it?

Asif's death is your fault.

You can put it like that.

(DOOR OPENS)

Here.

Thank you.

I'll call Sam
and I'll tell him I'm going

to give you the name of the boss.

And the killer.

We'll need the killer, too.

Peter?

It's Eleanor, I'm afraid.

I don't know who else to ring.

It's about Sandrine.

Apparently, she attacked
her Major's wife with a gun...

Yes...

No, no-one knows...

Oh, that's so kind of you.

You've always been so good to us.

Thanks.

There's no point in getting angry.

I'm not angry.

I took an initiative, David,
and look how much I made!

I-I had a good night.

Yeah. You stole it. You stole money
from your own au pair.

I borrowed it.

And she'll get it back.
And I'll give her a bonus.

You hacked into Genevieve's bank account

and you stole the wages that I pay her.

- You stole her wages.
- Come on, it's not a big deal.

No...

it is a big deal.

We're done.

I'm not going to engage any more.
The blackmail is over.

I'm growing up,

and you have to grow up as well.

Now, you always used to say to me
that I couldn't change.

Well, I can.

Never again will I clear up your mess,

and if that means me taking Elfie,

I will go to court
and that is what I will do.

You would never do that.

I will.

David...

Okay.

I'm going to stay this afternoon

and we can see Elfie together,

and then we can put her to bed together.

Quality time.

But when she falls asleep,

I am going to leave.

You won't.

Watch me.

Hello.

- I want a room for the night.
- Of course.

- Just for tonight?
- Mm.

And what name is it?

Shaw.

Is that Miss or Ms?

Captain.

Before I take a last step,

I would like to write down

exactly what
I feel about the path I took

and the reasons I did things wrong.

I'd like to put
everything down to my anger...

I'm not sure I can.

War has entered the blood.

I think this may be the moment.

Well, you always said it would come.

I did. I had a call from Eleanor.

Sandrine's not good.

I'm sorry.

Yes, I've made a mistake there.

I'm going to miss it.
The chartering business.

It's interesting work.

Have you got somewhere to go to?

Oh, you know me, Peter.

- Never short of friends.
- (LAUGHS)

We had a good run.

We'll be all right.

I'm sorry.

No. I've been horrible.

No.

I get angry all the time, and...

I'm angry cos I'm insecure.

The police are coming round.

It turns out Laurie left me a note.

It made me feel terrible.
I should have saved her.

Yeah? How?

Also, I had a long talk with the bishop.

I had to decide what's more important.

My own happiness, or...

Or what?

The life of the parish.

I thought...

if my heart's broken...

I'm going to be less effective,

because, like you, I'll be angry.

But...

Linh, the system's beaten me, truly.

Because, I can't avoid it.

It's just a fact...

People round here need my help.

I'll live somewhere else.

No, no, we should decide together.

You've already decided.

I live somewhere else
and wait for the Home Office.

You know I love you?

So? What does that mean?
The church comes first.

Linh!

Yeah, sure, I'll do that.

I'll see you soon.

Sam agrees to the conditions.

Good.

What took him so long?

He's losing his best-placed agent.

You wouldn't like that.

No, but I'd be smarter about it.

He's coming to collect me.

And now your side of the deal?

The boss of the smugglers
is ex-military.

Military was always
his highest term of praise.

So you think he used
a soldier for the pizza hit?

Yes, I do.

He talked about taking him out.

You could search through the people
he served with.

Did he say which regiment?

I think the Royal Surrey.

The Royal Surrey?

Fuck! Where's Rakhee?

Has anyone heard from Rakhee?

You've forgotten to give us his name.

Peter Westbourne.

And his address?

Okay, Nathan, we should split up,
that's easiest.

You go get Westbourne.
I'll see if I can find this soldier.

Yeah, good idea.

Can I just say...

Look, I talked to Sam.

That was my fault. I'm sorry.

It was me that told him
we had the smugglers.

Why do you do that?

Because I was angry.
I was angry at you and Haley.

Why?

Cos you shut me out.

You're both in a club.

The educated club,
you think it's all a joke

and don't take it seriously.

I take it seriously.

Just my serious is different from yours.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you
MI5 had an agent in there.

Why not?

Cos it was a guess.

I don't know why I did what I did.

My whole life
I wanted to be in the Army.

And it's not turned out how I hoped.

So?

So I'm waiting for you.

Let's do it.

Three, two, one, ram!

I was asked to do a job.

I did it to prove I could do it.

I thought at the time it was right.

Police! Search warrant.

- Police! Search warrant!
- Stay where you are!

Shit!

I'm 35 years old
and I'm totally exhausted.

I'm ashamed.

Now, I'm looking for honour.

I regret not doing better.

I regret not staying strong.

I regret not being good.

Sandrine Shaw, Captain.

How much did you tell them?

Everything I know.

Why not?

(SIGHS)

I'll take you to the airport.

Thank you.

They put your stuff in the back.

Are you going to be all right?

Of course.

Do you have...

significant others?

Do you know, that's
the first time you've asked?

You've probably saved hundreds
of British lives by correctly

identifying potential terrorists
en route to the UK.

Hundreds is putting it low.

Having you embedded in the
smuggling business was the most

intelligent thing intelligence ever did.

It all has to end because of some
fucking Iraqi picking a fight.

Not quite, Sam.

He was saving lives.

I'd have him dead every time if it
meant we went on with our work.

Fuck him!

It was like everything else.

Too good to last.

(ENGINES START)

Kip, Rakhee's at the barracks.

Apparently, they've found Shaw's car
stuck away down a lane.

They think they know where she is.
Go for the Olde Bell.

Romeo Hotel Five.

Six Bravo Uniform.

- How are you doing?
- Zero. Zilch. Nothing.

Empty office.

- Dead end.
- Any leads?

Some old copies of Yachting Monthly.

- Keep cheerful.
- Yeah, and you.

- She's here.
- Okay, yeah.

- Inspector Shields.
- Kip Glaspie.

We were asked by the Army
to keep it low-key.

- And you do what the Army says?
- In this part of the world.

So she checked in about three hours ago.

She was very polite, she was very nice.

- She hasn't moved from her room.
- Do we know if she's armed?

- She was in uniform.
- Thanks.

- I'm going to go up, if I may.
- No, no, I can't allow you to do that.

- Why not?
- For the obvious reason.

There are rules about situations
involving pregnant officers.

You've reminded me of them.

Thanks.

(SHE KNOCKS)

Captain Shaw...

this is Detective Inspector Glaspie.

We understand you might have
a gun in there with you.

Can you answer, please,
in a clear voice?

My name's Kip.

I'm unarmed.

For now, I'm alone.

I'd rather we talk quietly.

Are you still there?

I have a key.

I'm going to use it
unless you tell me not to.

SANDRINE: Don't use the key.

Okay.

I'm glad to hear you're there, Sandrine.

If I can call you Sandrine?

I've been looking for you
for some time now.

I know you've had a hard time.

I know what you did for your country.

I know what service you've given.

I'm wondering why you've come
to this hotel.

It was my father's favourite.

Okay.

When we were children,
we came here for lunch.

He said they do a very good roast.

KIP: And was it?

Yes.

What else?

What else was great about it?

There was always a fire.

A real fire.

You loved your father?

Very much.

It was a long time ago.

I've spent three days looking for you.

It's been quite a job.

I got promoted recently
and this is one of my first cases.

For three nights I've hardly slept.

Why not?

I don't know.

I had a colleague ask me,

"What does this case mean to you?
It's only a case."

And what did you say?

I saw the chance to put something right.

Sandrine?

Sandrine, are you still there?

I'm here.

I took out a terrorist.

Yes.

He was a terrorist.

I know... someone told you that,

and I know why they told you that.

Are you saying that he wasn't?

Sandrine?

(SIGHS)

Sandrine?

(GUN COCKS)

Sandrine?

Sandrine, I'm going to come in now...

- (GUNSHOT)
- (GASPS)

(BABY CRIES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

(RINGING)

Hello?

Yes?

(SHE GASPS)

SPEAKER: This is the final call for DB162
to Luxembourg,

now boarding at Gate 6.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm managing. You?

Drink?

Paperwork.

Fine.

...to find herself growing
so tremendously tall.

Because of course, it would be easy

enough now to reach the little key...

Goodnight.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Are you sure this is all right?

Certain.

I want to go to dinner with you.

- You're missing the vote?
- Yeah.

Which makes me a sworn enemy of the
leadership of the Labour Party.

Are you okay with that?

I'm at peace if she is.

(LINE RINGING)

Kip, is that you?

Yeah.

Are you out again tonight?

- No, I'm coming home.
- Oh, you said two days.

I was one out.

Did you finish the job?
Did you get what you wanted?

I got close.

All I want now is sleep.

Oh, no. No. He's here. He's here.

You said that is yours.

- Right, okay, enjoy it, mate, all right?
- Cheers, mate.

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