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(HELICOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

JOHNNY: Talk to me, Ray.

Low on gas
and almost out of ammo, Johnny.

JOHNNY: God damn it. This isn't supposed
to be happening in this area.

SOLDIER 1: Retreat! Let's go!
SOLDIER 2: Move it! Move it!

SOLDIER 3: To RP Tango.

(GUNFIRE)

Charlie Company overrun.
Requesting firepower.

RAY: Can't hang around, pal.

Gotta go home and refuel,
come back for them.

If we go, there'll be no one left
to come back for.

SOLDIER 1: Move it! Move! Move!
SOLDIER 2: Retreat! Retreat!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

RAY: We're hit!
JOHNNY: Mayday! Mayday!

Dragonfly 2 going down!

(BULLETS WHIZZING)

JOHNNY: Come on, Ray.
Let's go. Come on, Ray.

(BULLETS RICOCHETING)

Come on, Ray, let's go!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

(GUNFIRE)

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

SOLDIER: Move! Move!

On your knees.

(TYPING)

(LINE CONNECTING)

(SPEAKING LOCAL DIALECT)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

JOHNNY: What's going on?

Hey, you will not.

No, you can't. No!

- RAY: No!
- You're all right, Ray. Just stay cool.

- You're all right.
- Johnny, help me.

No! Ray!

SNIPER: Here come the visa crew.

Log 'em in.

RANGE FINDER: Murdock, Alvin.

Purvell, Robert.

Su, Joyce.

Rosenbaum, Naomi.

-(ENGINE REVVING)
- What the hell is that?

SNIPER: That is Kate Abbott.

The new security officer.

- PARKER: VIP request. We need to process it.
- Okay.

- Sorry, Sally.
- What's the rush, Sam?

Security breach.

Everybody in the conference room in 10.

Nero Franks, Maltese national.

Over the weekend, he tried to board
an Oceanic Airlines flight

from Heathrow to Chicago.

Alarms went off
when Franks presented his passport.

It didn't have the new digital watermark.
Franks tried to run.

MI5 thought he was a suicide bomber
and took him out. Take a look.

ABBOTT:
Nero Franks was a scientist with no priors,

working for a German chemical outfit.

His specialty
was combustible gas munitions.

The Brits and the Germans are still looking
for a possible terrorist connection,

but no joy so far.

So here's the issue for us, people.

Now our enemies know
they can't forge visas.

That means they'll be looking
for ways to get real ones,

the kind you hand out every day.

We're working with
all the British security agencies,

but they're stretched really thin.

Budget cuts, plus they have
homegrown terrorists to worry about.

We're not saying that you have to
give everyone the third degree.

90% of our applicants are straightforward.

It's the remaining 10% that I lose sleep over.

Any application that tweaks you
the wrong way, take it straight to Kate.

She excelled at this work in Washington.

What Sam really means is
you'll need someone to blame

-if the wrong guy gets through, so use me.
-(ALL CHUCKLING)

What I'm really interested in
is anyone with scientific expertise,

specialists in chemicals or gases.

Any questions?

All right, gang. Back to work.
(SIGHS)

That's fine, madam.
Your visa will be ready tomorrow.

She's never seen the ball drop
in Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Have a good stay
in the United States, sister.

Thank you, sir.

So do you promise to watch me
when I'm on American Idol?

Oh, absolutely.

What?

- Have a good stay.
- Thank you very much. Bye-bye.

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

Dr. Balan, good afternoon.

I was told my paperwork is in order.

This won't take long.

Romanian citizen.

You have listed a medical conference
as the reason for visiting the United States.

Yes.

This conference is for pediatricians.

You're a general practitioner.

I work in a clinic
for newly arrived immigrants.

Many of my patients are children.

Dr. Balan, it also says that you consult
for Vicker's Pharmaceuticals.

I'm curious why we don't have
a letter from them.

I've only been there a few months.

- Is there a problem?
- I certainly hope not.

Let me see this file.

I'm not done with my review.

A word.

You don't think it's strange that a GP,
who also happens to be a researcher,

wants to attend a pediatrics conference?

There's nothing odd
about moonlighting as a consultant

to make a few extra bucks.

Besides, Naomi already did
the background check.

- Balan's fine.
- I'll be the judge of that.

Look, I know you were a high-flyer in D.C.

I am not here on vacation.

Even when it's slow,
we're not processing people fast enough.

We're seriously understaffed.

So when paperwork
gets held up by security,

people start missing flights,

and I'm the one that has to
deal with their complaints.

Unless you wanna suffer
the Ambassador's wrath.

I'm doing my job, Bill.

We all are.

We have a problem. A new security expert.

From Washington.

Her name is Kate Abbott.
She knows about Vicker's.

So no visa?

She's trouble, I'm telling you.

I'll take care of her.

(BUZZER RINGS)

(DOOR UNLOCKING)

WOMAN: This way, please.

Sweet of you to stop in.

There's something you need to see.

I'll have it done tomorrow.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

(ALARM RINGING)

ABBOTT: Lisa.

- Hey.
- I'm so sorry.

It's okay. I saved us a bottle of bubbles.

Oh! You're the best.

So how did it go?

Would you believe I sold every damn one?

- No.
-(LAUGHS) Yes.

But I saved those for you.

I know you have a thing for the underworld.

Thank you.

Oh, wow.

So all work and no play, huh?

(SIGHS)

It's complicated.

Is everything a state secret with you?

(EXCLAIMS)

It's so beautiful.

(COMPUTER BEEPS)

- NAOMI: Hello?
-Hi, Naomi. It's Kate.

- I'm so sorry it's so late.
- It's okay. Is something wrong?

You remember a guy
you processed a while ago,

Sri Lankan researcher
by the name of Fazli Sameer?

Uh, yeah, I was checking him out
when Bill pulled the file.

Why?

He said I had too much on my plate,
and he'd handle it.

Okay, all right. Thanks so much.

Bye.

(TYPING)

(CLOCK TICKING)

(SIGHS)

Actually, Dr. Balan
did ask me for a reference.

Request slipped through the cracks.

I'll get my secretary to draft one today.

Oh, would it be possible to
see Dr. Balan's security clearance?

What's this really about?

- I just thought since I was here, it'd be...
- About that.

If you were even remotely familiar

with the British Defense Ministry's
standards on secrecy...

We're on the same side here.

You need to present
a proper written authorization

from the Home Office to even inquire
about security clearances.

- Dr. Perry, I...
- It's time for you to leave.

(SIGHS)

Get Inspector Anderson for me, please.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

(MOTORCYCLE REVVING)

(BEEPING)

- Hey, Howie.
- Hey, sweetie. What's up?

Listen, I need the list
of this month's visa files.

Yeah.

There's no authorization.

Oh, Parker probably forgot to call.

Could you remind him?

- Yes. Oh.
-(CELLPHONE RINGS)

- Bye.
- Bye. Bye-bye.

- You wanted to see me?
- Miss Abbott.

I believe you know Inspector Paul Anderson
from Counter Terrorism Command?

Good morning.

Why are you making inquiries
into the security status

of a British resident, Dr. Emil Balan?

He applied for a visa
to come to the United States.

So you took it upon yourself

to go to his workplace
and interrogate his superior

rather than contacting my office?

Dr. Balan needs his visa today.
I just thought it would be faster.

- Not to go through proper channels?
- What's this about, Paul?

The director, Perry, contacted me personally

to complain that Ms. Abbott
had been making unauthorized inquiries.

Then he called his friend,
the Home Secretary,

who asked me if you have issued the visa.

- No, I haven't.
-(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Is there a problem?

Ambassador Crane.

Inspector. Sorry I'm late.

I didn't know you were joining us.

I didn't either.
The Home Secretary just called.

So what's the problem?

I can't discuss the details
of an ongoing investigation.

We're talking about a medical professional
with serious political connections.

Is this really a matter of national security?

Sam?

It's her call.

I'm standing by it.

I'll inform the Home Secretary accordingly.

But let me tell you something about Balan
that you probably don't know.

A few years ago, his wife applied for a visa

for emergency medical treatment
in the United States.

She died

because some bureaucrat kept asking
for one more piece of paper.

Under the circumstances,

you might consider showing
her widower a little compassion,

Ms. Abbott.

Ambassador.

Congratulations.

You're already making enemies
in high places.

Keep it up.

Sam, get control of this situation.

Ugh.

You okay?

Yeah.

Thanks for backing me up.

You have great instincts, Kate.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Bill.

- Can I talk to you for a sec?
- Sure.

Sorry, Kate, I'll have to take this.

I'll meet you guys at the restaurant.

MAN 1: All right, see you there.
MAN 2: Okay. Gaston's, right?

See you there.

MAN (ON PHONE): You need to do it now.

BILL: Okay, I understand.

Thanks, mate.

MAN: After you.
WOMAN: Thanks.

WOMAN: I think this is our table.
Classy. Look at that bar.

WOMAN: Naomi, have you ever...
ABBOTT: This place is really nice.

WOMAN: That bar looks amazing.

Bill's crazy about this place.

What you told me last night
about Bill pulling that file...

Kate, it's the guy's birthday party.
We're supposed to be having fun.

Oh, um, he pre-ordered
the pressed duck for all of us.

- Okay.
- Um, we're six, please.

Wait. Did anyone remember
to pick up the present for Bill?

- What? That was you.
- I'm pretty sure...

Not playing a part of this.

- Don't look at me.
- All right, guys, pony up.

NAOMI: Is this enough?
JOYCE: I know.

It's like we're here for the free food.

Hi. I'm here to pick up a gift.

- That's beautiful.
- Yes. It's a great choice.

- I'll wrap it up for you.
- Thank you.

What's taking Bill so long?

All right, here comes the good part.

What do you mean?

Is that what we're eating?

That's disgusting.

Thank you.

(CELLPHONE BEEPING)

(CAR ALARMS BLARING)

MAN: Help.

ABBOTT: Naomi.

Alvin!

Joyce!

(GRUNTING AND PANTING)

Help.

There's someone hurt.

-(GAS HISSING)
-(CANISTER EXPLODES)

(SIRENS BLARING)

Abbott's still alive.

Where?

Following the embassy survivor protocol.
That's what they're trained to do.

Make sure she doesn't survive.

- PARKER: What are you hearing, Sally?
- A restaurant blew.

The place looks like a killing zone.

Gas main explosion?

According to first responders'
radio chatter, it was a bomb.

I'm working on getting security video feeds.

- Where was the hit?
- Just a few blocks away.

Do we have anyone in the area?

The visa crew took Bill to lunch at Gaston's.

Christ. Waring Lane.

Oh, God.

PARKER: American Embassy.
OFFICER: Right, sir.

ANDERSON: How long until this is fully out?
MAN: Hours.

PARKER: How many?

Four of yours, two waiters,
saleswoman from the glassware shop,

and five passersby.

And more than a dozen wounded.

The blast originated
where your people were seated.

- Has anyone claimed responsibility?
- No.

The bomb took out most of
the security cameras near the restaurant.

Don't know how much of
the feed we'll recover.

Is that all of 'em?

We found this in the shop.

Abbott must have been in there
when the bomb went off.

Do you think she's dead?

We can't find her.

(BREATH TREMBLING)

Joyce, Robert, Alvin, Naomi,
they're all dead.

SALLY: Oh, my God.

Bill Talbot was supposed to be
at that restaurant.

He stayed behind to take a secure link call.

If he was running late,

he should be somewhere between
the embassy and the restaurant.

Get a lock on the trackers
on Bill and Kate's IDs right now.

Okay. That was the search team.
There's still no sign of Abbott.

So what do we know about her?

Only child, born and raised in Montana,
parents are deceased.

Stanford University.

Then a two-year scholarship
for graduate studies

at the University of London.

She applied to the State Department,

scored high enough to get into
the Bureau of Diplomatic Security.

She single-handedly unraveled a plot
to bomb the American Embassy in...

Okay, so she knows the city
and she's good at her job.

- Tell me something I don't know.
- Well, she's better than good.

London's considered a senior posting.

She speaks four languages,

three of them being
Russian, Arabic, and Mandarin.

- Wait. She's CIA?
- We don't know.

Okay, until proven otherwise,
we assume Abbott is alive.

That makes her a material witness
and quite possibly a suspect.

Get her details out to the police,
MI5, the media.

WOMAN: If she's wandering around injured,

surely a security camera will pick her up.

ANDERSON:
No, she'll know better than that.

But put her friends,
especially that photographer, Lisa Carr,

under surveillance.

Abbott might reach out to her.

I had a lock on Kate's locator,
but the signal keeps breaking up.

Kate knows we're tracking her embassy ID.

She's following protocol,
heading for the safe zone in the park.

- Talbot's already there.
- I'll be there in two minutes.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(DISTANT SIRENS WAILING)

(INDISTINCT)

- Kate.
- Bill.

- Thank God you're all right. Okay?
- Okay.

- Bill, they're all dead.
- I know, I know.

- All right, come here.
- Bill, I tried to save them.

- There's nothing left.
- Let's walk here.

- I tried to save them.
- I know. Relax.

There was a man with a gun outside.
He almost...

Why couldn't you
have left things alone, Kate?

Now I have no choice.

(GUNSHOT)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(ABBOTT GASPS)

(BILL GROANS)

Kate...

(SHUDDERING) Bill.

Look, look. Over there, see?

WOMAN: Danny! Come here!

(CROWD MURMURING)

MAN 1: Get away! She's got a gun!

It was an accident.

- He tried...
- MAN 2: Someone call the police!

(CLICKS)

WOMAN: Somebody help him!

Someone call the police!

(PANTING)

Yeah, yeah, Lancaster Gate. Yeah.

Excuse me.

Damn it.

(WOMEN LAUGHING)

ANDERSON: Witnesses saw
Abbott holding a gun

and Talbot staggering toward the fountain.

And this time, we have video evidence.

(SIGHS)

Please, Paul, give me a chance to find her.

I'm sorry, Sam. I have my orders.

Look, I know that you track your people
using GPS chips in their IDs.

It's how you knew
that Talbot and Abbott were here.

Hang on a second.

- Where's Bill's ID?
- I'm sure we'll find it. My point is this.

Assuming Abbott still has her ID,
you can find her,

-and it's best I'm there when you do.
-(PARKER SIGHS)

The kid's video went viral.

The Home Secretary saw it,
got on to the Foreign Office.

Now she's wanted for deadly assault
and questioning in a terrorist incident.

Kate has diplomatic immunity.
You can't touch her.

You know we won't take chances
with people like that, Sam.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in.

Who are you?

Trevor. I work with Fred.

I only work with Fred. Shut the door.

He's ill. Do you want my help or not?

(SIGHS)

The signal is active. You'd better hurry.

What's happening
with those trackers, Sally?

SALLY:
Someone must have taken Bill Talbot's.

It's moved away from the park.

At the moment,
it's stationary off Russell Square.

There's still a problem with Kate's.

The tracker must have got damaged
in the explosion.

PARKER:
What's the last location we have for her?

Lamb's Market off Curzon Street.

And you're sure no one else can track her?

Absolutely. Only you and me.

I need to get to her, Sally.

That's exactly what Anderson
is expecting you to do,

and he'll be right behind you
with an SAS team.

Kate knows what to do, Sam.

It's more important we find Talbot's tracker.

Whoever has it might be able to tell us
what really happened in that park.

The fireworks in Dubai.

That was you, right?

(BEEPING)

Now you can follow

whoever has one of these.

And the second item?

Straight from the lab
used by the security services.

Dials you into their field agent
communication system...

(CHOKES)

(GRUNTS)

You shouldn't have asked about Dubai.

-(SQUELCHING)
-(TREVOR GROANS)

(EXHALES)

REPORTER: We're in the Italian Gardens on
the north side of Kensington Gardens,

where a short time ago...

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

PARKER: Sally.

The Met has issued a warrant
for Kate's arrest.

REPORTER: (ON TV)
...horrific explosion earlier today

at a popular restaurant not far from here.

PARKER: (ON PHONE)
This is Sam Parker. Leave a message.

(SIGHS)
God damn it.

SALLY: And Bill Talbot's tracker
fell off the grid five minutes ago.

(LINE RINGING)

REPORTER: (ON TV)
...taken by a witness here.

- We can show you these images now.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

There is a woman seen running
from the scene...

- SALLY: Section 5.
- Sally, it's me.

Where are you?

I've been monitoring you,
but your tracker keeps shorting out.

You have to give me your location, Kate.

Kate?

Kate?

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

Damn.

SALLY: Sam, what's going on?
Did you find Talbot's tracker?

- No, just a dead guy.
- What?

Talk to me about Kate.

She called in two minutes ago,

hung up before I could get a location.

Sam, you need to get back here.

The Ambassador's on the warpath.

He must have missed Abbott.

Tell the pickup teams to stand down.

Let's see what's so interesting
about that hotel.

ABBOTT: What do I have
to do to convince you?

Oh, come on, please, give me a break.

Just one phone call.

Look, it was a present.

It's sterling, okay? Please.

(SIRENS WAILING)

- Local call only.
- Okay.

(CELLPHONE RINGING)

Hello.

- It's me.
- Kate, oh, my God.

I've been watching the news.
Where are you?

Lisa, please, I need clothes and money.

All right, I'll go to your place.

No, no, no. It's not safe, um...

Can you just come meet me
and bring me some of your things?

- Where?
- Somewhere where there's a lot of people.

St. Pancras Station by the Christmas market.
Two hours.

What's the composition of the gas?

A precise mixture of hydrogen,
methane, and fluorine.

The volume in New York will be
four times greater.

So will the results.

Made to the exact specifications
necessary to trigger this device.

I'm curious.
Why not use a detonator in New York?

At major events,

the police carry
beeper-size radiation detectors.

There's bomb-sniffing dogs, hazmat units.

(METAL CLACKING)

If there's any sign of an alert,

even a false alarm,

the first thing the authorities do
is kill all communications,

jam radio frequencies,

shut down all cell phone towers.

Then we have the counter snipers

placed in a 500-meter radius.

However, I shall be firing
outside their perimeter.

-(COCKING RIFLE)
-(MAN SIGHS)

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

Soon, my friend.

So now there's only the girl.

Just make sure my shipment
gets to New York, that's all I ask.

(EXPLOSIONS CONTINUE)

I appreciate that.

REPORTER: The large gas explosion
ripped through the housing estate

-in Tower Hamlets.
- Thanks.

MAN: What have you got for me, Maureen?
The President is demanding answers.

I just spoke with the British Home Secretary.

They don't have her. Do we?

Abbott's tracker was damaged in the blast.

We lost her signal for the moment,
but even if we get it back,

the Brits have snatch teams ready to go.

If I try to make a move on Abbott
and happen to get lucky on her location,

I lead her right to Anderson.

Sam, she's a liability.

Kate had nothing to do with Bill's murder.

- Go ahead.
-(CLEARS THROAT)

This morning Kate took
the monthly visa list.

The flash drive contains
all of the background checks

and references on the applicants.

If we find there's been
a possible terrorist breach,

that's usually the first place we look.

- She said you'd okayed it.
- Did you?

No.

What about the backup systems?

Five files were permanently deleted
earlier today.

The entry log shows that it was Abbott's ID.

It gets worse.

We checked the security log.

Abbott has been working a lot of nights
when there's no one around.

It's possible that she created documents
to get somebody into the country,

and then erased the records
to cover herself.

May I remind you that just five weeks ago,

you sent her over here
with glowing recommendations

because we needed the best.

If I recall correctly,
she was one of your protégées,

although I'm sure you'll deny that now.

I was skeptical at first,
but it turns out you were right.

- She's an extraordinary asset.
- Yeah, just not for us.

That's complete bullshit,

and deep in your scared little souls
you all know it.

We don't assume the worst
of our best people,

and we damn sure don't sell them out
at the first sign of trouble.

But most of all, we don't forget motivation,

and Kate's is sterling.

She lost some of her best friends on 9/11.

Then why is she still running?

(ENGINE REVVING)

She's on the move.

(CELLPHONE CHIMES)

PARKER: Where's Kate?

The last time we got a signal?
Leicester Square,

and that was 10 minutes ago.

It was barely registering.

Jesus, you look how I feel.

How are you holding up?

We're monitoring
Anderson's communications.

His people are looking hard,
but in all the wrong places.

How did it go upstairs?

They want me to try to bring in Kate,
use Anderson if I have to.

From Anderson's forensic lab.
Don't ask how I got it.

The bomb has traces of chromium.

- We haven't seen that since...
- Paris, two years ago.

The Watchmaker.

SALLY:
Or whatever he calls himself these days.

Whoever wanted the visa crew dead
paid for the best operator in the business.

PARKER:
He's had so much reconstructive surgery,

no one knows what the hell he looks like.

(BEEPING)

She's in St. Pancras Station.

I'll have to take the chance.

And where's Abbott's friend?

MAN: She just turned off the Euston Road
into St. Pancras Station.

All right, stay with her. I'm on my way.

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA)
Please allow passengers off the train first.

Please allow passengers off the train first.

For your safety and security,

CCTV is in operation in every station.

(SIRENS BLARING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

Code Lucifer.

Repeat, code Lucifer.

ABBOTT: Lisa.

Suspected suicide bomber
at northeast entrance.

MAN: Okay, move.
Move, move, move, move!

(ALARMS BLARING)

- What's the matter?
- Did you bring the money? Did you bring it?

Kate, you've got to tell me something.

Stay here.
Don't move until someone tells you to.

What?

Kate. Kate!

ANDERSON: Move! Move!

Move, move, move! Abbott!

(ABBOTT GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

You had your chance to help me, Sam.

Make sure he doesn't follow us.

(BEEPING)

(PANTING)

ANDERSON: Abbott!

-(GASPING)
- There's no way out, Abbott. It's a dead end.

(DOOR BANGING)

(GRUNTS)

MAN: This way, sir.

ANDERSON: Damn it.

It's this way.

ANDERSON: Abbott!

Abbott, stop!

(GUNSHOT)

(GLASS SHATTERING)

-(ABBOTT GASPS)
- MAN: Stop!

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Stop!

(GUNSHOT)

Follow her!

ANDERSON: (FAINT) Abbott!

No, this way!

- MAN: I think she went this way.
- Shit. Shit.

Shit!

Shit!

We can seal them off from the street.

What, you think she's gonna take
an officially marked tourist exit?

There are hundreds of other ways
out of here!

She could be anywhere.

(RATS SQUEAKING)

(PANTING)

(BEEPING)

- ABBOTT: What?
-(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(EXPLODING)

(GROANS)

(GASPING)

(GROANING)
Jesus.

(FAINT SIRENS WAILING)

(CELLPHONE BEEPING)

Fucking technology.

Bitch.

(DOOR RATTLING)

-(DOOR RATTLING)
-(ABBOTT SIGHS)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(GASPS)

ABBOTT: (WHISPERING) Sam?

Oh, come on.
You know I didn't do any of this.

(BEEPING)

Gotcha.

You sure it was the same guy you saw
after the restaurant explosion?

Yes, and he was in the park
after Bill tried to kill me.

So he could have followed you here.

Give me your ID.

We don't need anybody else tracking you.

ABBOTT: You think he's tracked me
all this time?

Sam, who is he?

His code name is the Watchmaker.

He's one of the most wanted assassins
in the world.

You doing okay?

How did you know I would come here?

I didn't.

I just came looking for answers.

(SIGHS)

What are we doing with our lives?

I put everything into this.

And what am I now? A suspect? A target?

Maybe both.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

We're doing this because we believe

in that old-fashioned idea of country, right?

Or at least protecting our fellow citizens.

Our friends.

Right now,
I'm doing it to protect my own hide.

That's good thinking.

What's that?

It's the flash drive I got from Howie.

Last month we processed
over 600 visa applications,

and Bill personally intervened
in five of those cases,

including Balan's.

Now for each applicant he used
a different member of the visa team,

and when I started asking questions,

he ignored me, slammed them through.

So what's the connection
between the applicants?

I don't know yet.

But we do know Balan
is an expert in combustible gases.

Maybe Bill had the answer.

Bill said something strange in the park.
"Now I have no choice."

He must have kept some information
about the people he let in.

A little leverage, in case he needed it.

Who puts a padlock on a bedroom door?

(GUN COCKING)

(GUNSHOT)

Hello, my lovely.

ABBOTT: God.

- Is this Bill's son?
- Yeah.

Johnny died in Afghanistan.

Something about this just doesn't add up.

It's like Bill was expecting him to
walk through the door at any minute.

(SIGHS)

Take it apart.

Everything.

PARKER: Look at this.

JOHNNY: (ON TV)
Hi, Dad. I'm doing okay.

Hope you are, too.

It'll be Christmas soon.

Wish we could be together.

Johnny's been alive all this time.

- Do you think there's a chance?
- I doubt it. Look at his eyes.

He's swimming in dope.

Someone kept him alive for as long
as possible to get this footage.

But how did they know it was Bill's son,
or who Bill was?

They must have someone
with access to army records.

Doesn't have to be a major player.
A guy inputting data could be enough.

Once they knew it was Bill,
they threatened to kill his son

if he didn't give them what they wanted.

Which makes Bill's actions understandable.

But not excusable, because once Bill
got his people into the States,

it was only a matter of time
before he eliminated

everyone who handled the paperwork.

Then he got the bastard
who murdered them to come after me.

The Watchmaker would never deal
with low-level guys like Bill.

His business is with whoever had Bill's son.

You said there were four others
besides Balan?

Yeah, and every single one of them
is in America.

(CELLPHONE BEEPS)

(LINE RINGING)

We need to move now.
I'll get Archer to meet us out front.

(RINGING)

-(LINE RINGING)
-(EXHALES)

Come on, come on, come on.

- What's wrong?
- Let's get the hell out of here.

- Sam?
-(GROANING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

WATCHMAKER: Kate.

Kate.

(GASPING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(BELL DINGS)

-(SIREN WAILING)
-(LINE RINGING)

(RINGING)

- Sally.
- Kate?

- Is Sam still alive?
- Barely.

He's pretty badly hurt, Kate.

Hold on. Anderson's on the scene.

He's coming on the line with Crane.

Madam Ambassador,
I'm at Bill Talbot's apartment.

Sam Parker's been critically injured.

Jesus.

Witnesses saw Abbott
running from the scene,

and we found her embassy ID.

CRANE: Where is she now?
ANDERSON: We don't know.

If you get her in your sights, do not hesitate.

Do you understand?

Yes, I do.

The longer she lives, the more people die.

Kate.

- I'm here.
- I'm so sorry.

- They think you tried to kill him.
- What?

That's insane.

I need to get into the embassy. To the vault.

The building's on total lockdown.

- There's no other way.
- Kate, listen to me.

- The place is crawling with marines.
- You know I'm innocent.

And I know I'm right about this plot.

You have to get me in, Sally.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(KEYPAD BEEPING)

(BUZZER RINGING)

- ABBOTT: I'm at the north roll-up door.
- I'm buzzing you in now.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

I'm shutting down the cameras
in the stairwell and the vault.

In and out, as fast as you can.

(BUZZER RINGING)

(GRUNTS)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

(ALARM BLARING)

MAN: (ON PA) Attention.
Security breach at basement level.

(MEN SHOUTING)

(DOOR SLAMS)

Oh, God. No.

(ALARM CONTINUES)

(BEEPING)

ABBOTT:
There's a terrorist headed for the States.

Emil Balan.
He's traveling on a Romanian passport.

Oceanic Airlines, Flight 428,
out of Heathrow to JFK.

They have to stop him, Sally.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

We missed her.

She got herself a new passport,
and then wasted the hard drive.

The name she used, the passport number,
they're gone. She could be anyone.

Get Abbott's picture to security at all
London airports and train stations.

Yes, yes, yes, what is it?

The purpose of your visit, Doctor?

Medical conference.

There's still time to stop Balan,
Madam Ambassador,

if you act now.

No. Don't you see what Abbott's doing?

She is trying to get us
to chase a shadow instead of her.

(SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON PA)

You're supposed to have left for New York.

I'm not sure I'm going.

What the hell are you talking about?

I found your reaction
to that little explosion quite instructive.

The way your eyes lit up,
the greed I saw in them.

Fortunes are made
when there's blood on the streets,

and very soon there's gonna be
a great deal of blood

on the streets of New York, won't there?

Just as there was after 9/11.

However,
when the New York exchanges reopened,

people who bet against the market
made a fortune.

This isn't an act of terror
or a bold political statement.

Balan may wish to avenge his wife's death,

but for you,

it's just about making money.

$100 billion is in play.

I would say the word "just" doesn't quite fit.

If I stay home, you won't make a penny.

- What do you want?
- Half.

Half of your short-selling profits
on the New York exchanges

the day they reopen for trade.

Simple.

Is the girl dead?

Very.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

ANNOUNCER: (ON PA)
For security reasons,

please do not leave baggage unattended.

Baggage left unattended
will be removed and may be destroyed.

- I'll grab these, too.
- Yeah, got it.

(BEEPS)

(RECEIPT WHIRRING)

- There you go. Thanks.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Your flight boards in 15 minutes,
Miss Harrison.

Thank you.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

(TYPING)

- Just one way, Miss Harrison?
- Yes.

- Is everything all right, ma'am?
- Death in the family.

- Safe travels.
- Thank you.

(TYPING)

Now this is taking too long.

I'm doing the best I can,
Madam Ambassador.

Excuse me, ma'am.
You'll have to shut that down for landing.

Okay.

- Ma'am.
- I'm shutting it down.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(COMPUTER CHIMES)

(WHISPERS)
Gonna get us both killed.

It doesn't make sense. Why Paris?

Abbott has no history there,
no friends to help her.

And why risk flying?
It's safer to take the Eurostar.

(BEEPING)

She's going to New York.

- Welcome home.
- Thank you.

CRANE: This is not a normal breach.

Abbott is a security officer
and a serious threat.

- Find her.
- Understood, Madam Ambassador.

- Hey, listen up.
- MAN: Ma'am.

- We got a red flag. Red flag.
- MAN: Let's go.

US passport number 212683550.

Suspect is traveling as Harrison, Amy,

coming off USS827.

Real name, Katherine Abbott.
Photo's on the way.

Jamieson, let's get the details
to Immigration.

- Miller, let's alert Customs and NYPD.
- Yes, ma'am.

WOMAN: As soon as her picture comes in,
I want you to get it out

to every taxi and bus driver
and the rental car agencies.

Stay alert, people.

OFFICER: Careful, ma'am.
You're in New York now.

Taxi, madam?

You're a Gypsy, right?

Madam, I'm an independent contractor
with 14 years' experience.

Okay. No medallion? No radio either?

Please, I want no trouble with the police.

That makes two of us.

500 bucks for the night.

In cash, plus gas.

- It's New Year's Eve.
- Okay. Let's go.

I have an address in Lower Manhattan.

BALAN: Red, increase 3%.

Green, maintain present level.

Yellow, reduce 1%.

Bit too slow, but maintain levels.

(BEEPING RAPIDLY)

(ALARM RINGING)

And stop.

Lock the cylinders.

Don't worry about the tanks or equipment,

but make sure you pack up everything else.

I'm going to look after the loading.

Take the BQE to the Brooklyn Bridge.

Very good.

You like TV? We have TV.

(FLICKS SWITCH)

REPORTER: (ON TV)
This is a live shot of preparations

for tonight's New Year's Eve celebrations
in Times Square.

As you can see,
the famous New Year's Eve ball,

which is displayed year round,
is not in place.

It has been taken down
for some last-minute checks

on the new LED lights.

BALAN: Wait.

(ENGINE STARTING)

REPORTER: It has almost 3,000
waterproof crystals,

ranging between four and five inches each,

and will be illuminated by over 32,000 LEDs.

To prevent the ball from overheating,

a coolant gas is piped into the ball

just before it is attached to the pole.

ABBOTT: Change of plan.
Take me to Times Square.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Paperwork?

All right. You're good to go.

- Thank you. Happy New Year.
- You too, sir.

ABBOTT: Can't you go any faster?

(ENGINE REVVING)

Go.

(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)

(FIREWORKS POPPING)

Sorry, ma'am. This whole area is closed off.

Great. I'm just gonna get out here.

(GAS HISSING)

Thanks.

Oh, my God.

(ABBOTT GRUNTING)

MAN: Ahh!

(MAN SCREAMS)

(GUN COCKING)

(CAR HONKING)

ABBOTT: No. No.

(BUZZER RINGING)

Hurry.

Come on.

Can I help you, ma'am?

The guys that just came in,
where'd they go?

Uh, 1501.

Come on, come on.

MAN: Help! I need the cops.
Someone call 911.

We have to go.
We have less than five minutes.

(GUNSHOTS)

(DISTANT CROWD CHEERING)

(EXHALES)

(FAINT CHEERING)

You just had to be here.

I've been waiting 10 years for this moment,

to see the Americans pay
for what they have done.

- How far will the explosion travel?
- Not this far.

Good.

(DOOR OPENS)

-(GROANS)
-(GUNSHOT)

-(BULLET RICOCHETS)
-(EXPLOSION)

-(WHIZZING)
- Ahh!

No.

Bitch! Come on.

Come on.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Fuck you.

Kate...

CROWD: (CHANTING)
Ten, nine, eight, seven,

six, five,

four, three, two, one.

ABBOTT: Time's up.

-(SCREAMING)
- CROWD: Happy New Year!

(FIREWORKS EXPLODING)

(CROWD CHEERING WILDLY)

- Freeze!
- Don't move!

MAN: Abbott.

Abbott, it's for you.

Hello?

- I always liked your instincts.
- Oh, Sam.

You're alive.

Yeah. You, too, from what I hear.

(LAUGHS)
Mostly.

So I guess this is what
we're doing with our lives.

Yeah, it is.

Kate, there were over a million people
out there tonight,

and you saved them all.