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Hey, stranger.

- God, I've missed you. - Missed you too.

I got offered a teaching position.

You and I could live...

Together.

Sorry, I can't...

One sec.

- Did my boyfriend return? - No.

Passengers are not allowed to enter.

That's the rules.

She is not allowed.

Do you know how many people are reported missing each day in France?

I know where Tom got off the train.

There was a door, in the conductor's office.

The conductor's an accomplice. This is getting quite dramatic.

His name is Maurice Geroux. He was hiding something, I could tell.

The police are either useless or corrupt.

Tread carefully, Miss Monroe.

You know Tom better than anyone.

Who had he been in touch with lately?

Uncle Brian. He's in London.

SOS Global, Marseille Office?

You probably know more than you realize.

It's a Sinai rosefinch.

Reminds me of you.

Hey, look at this.

What's that?

Well, it's pottery.

Maybe Greek?

It's probably been here hundreds of years. It's so beautiful.

Here.

No, you keep it.

Why?

Those nights when you're in one corner of the earth and I'm in another...

Think of me with the same wonder and tenderness

as you do that piece of clay.

Excuse me... Hi.

My name is Alice Monroe and I need help.

My boyfriend, Tom Parker, he works for this charity

and he's... missing.

Can someone help me? Can I speak to someone to charge?

- Tom Parker? - Yes, Tom Parker.

- One moment, please. - Thank you.

Hi, this is Tom Parker...

Thank you.

Alice?

Yeah? Hi.

I'm Alex Durand.

I've heard so much about you from Tom.

- You have? You know Tom? - Yes, of course.

We worked together in the field before I become a suit...

Metaphorically speaking.

What happened?

Tom disappeared.

What do you mean, disappeared?

Okay, so he called here, SOS, from Paris two days ago.

- Do you know who? - He said his uncle from England.

But I don't know why he would lie to me.

It's possible he was trying to call Jordan.

We can route calls through here so you don't pay

international charges, but...

He's coming here after your vacation, so there's no need for him to call in.

We encourage our people to take a complete break

when they're on holiday, and...

Especially Tom, after what he's been through.

What do you mean?

How has he been since the incident?

What incident?

Sorry, I thought...

What incident?

Okay...

I'm going to tell you this, but... If...

When Tom comes back happy and healthy, I'd prefer if you kept me out of it...

Tell me what happened, please.

It happened about nine months ago, in Jordan.

There was this...

Young boy named Malik,

just eight years old,

and he lived in one of the camps where things were already hard,

but that night, it got even worse.

His mom went into labor,

in the middle of the night, she was very sick,

had no one to help her, so Malik ran for four miles,

to where the SOS team was staying

and got Tom to drive them to the hospital.

The baby was delivered safely,

but the mother's condition kept getting worse.

So, for his mom's sake, Malik dropped out of school,

scavenging for food...

He tried to take care of his family...

And Tom saw what was happening.

Tom being Tom, he promised Malik that if he went back to school,

he would make sure his family was taken care of.

But...

Unfortunately...

Bandits raided the camp.

They took women and children.

No one knew who had survived.

And Tom was obsessed.

He spent weeks searching for Malik and his family, and...

Eventually, they found them.

The boy, alongside his mother and sisters,

in a mass burial pit ten clicks outside of the camp.

We all have our breaking point, and that was Tom's.

At least I think it was.

He didn't want to pack it in.

We got him a counselor, we tried to give him support,

but something in him had shifted.

He disappeared. Sometimes for days.

We discussed taking him out of the field.

He wasn't himself. He just seemed lost.

Alice, I don't think he ever really came back

from what happened.

Sorry, I...

You didn't know any of this?

No.

I just don't understand why he couldn't tell me himself.

The world is in crisis every minute of every day.

Our people here see enough depravity for a thousand lifetimes.

Sometimes, it just gets under your skin.

He just seemed so normal in Paris.

Maybe that normality is the thing that shook him.

But he'll show up. If not tomorrow, then soon.

I'll call Jordan, and if he contacts anyone there,

- I'll make sure they let me know. - Thank you.

Don't worry. Alice, we'll find him.

Thank you.

- Allô? - Hélène? It's Alice.

Hello, Alice. Has your boyfriend returned?

No, he hasn't.

But does the name "Aurélie" mean anything to you?

Is it a place in Marseille? Could be a person?

Aurélie?

Where did you find that?

I was looking in Tom's notebook and it was in there.

Aurélie?

It could be anything or anyone.

Anything else in the notebook?

- Not really. It was on a post-it note. - Okay.

Leave it with me. I will look into it.

Thank you.

How do you know it's a boat?

Oh, I don't. It's a hunch.

Would you prefer it to be another woman?

Look around you.

What do you notice?

Men paint women's names

on their boats to pretend those women are central to their lives.

And then, they run away to sea with their buddies.

Et voilà!

Aurélie.

- Anyone here? - Bonjour?

- Hello? - Il y a quelqu'un?

Well, what are we going to do?

- What the heck? - What?

Oh... Every good journalist carry them.

- Oh my God... - Keep lookout.

Yes.

Oh my God...

Is it his?

Alice... Alice?

Alice!

Alice!

Taxi!

It's Uncle Brian. He's in London...

When will you tell me about that?

I was wondering when you'd notice.

He may be useless with cars,

but he could talk a dog off a meat truck.

- I came as soon as I could. - Hi.

Yeah... I spoke to Jordan.

You were right. Tom did make a call on Thursday morning.

And?

He wanted to be put through to one of his colleagues.

Alice, there's no easy way to say this.

You know, I met her, actually.

That woman that you're...

Were they...

- Are they... - It's really not my place to speculate.

Come on.

He's not thinking rationally.

So? What happens now?

My gut is he will show up somewhere

or makes contact with someone in the next 48 hours.

And then you both need to decide what happens next.

If I were you, I would go to Arles.

Go to Arles.

There's no need to hang around Marseille.

If he turns up, you'll be the first one to know. Okay?

Okay.

Alice, I wish I had better news. I'm sorry.

No, it's okay. You've been very kind to me. Thank you.

Call me from Arles, yeah?

If you need anything at all.

Who's that?

I invited him.

Hi.

Hi!

- Tom. - Rafiq.

Okay.

You came.

Well, one thing I learned living here...

If an attractive woman invites you to a party on a Friday night, you go!

Is everyone here from the dig?

Yeah, why?

I kinda want you to show me your world.

Come on.

This is totally illegal, you know?

- If we get caught... - What?

Well, I could get fired!

Was that man back there, your boss?

Rafiq? Yeah, why?

I think it will be safe.

What?

Really?

Come on, let's go.

Come here.

Yeah.

This was built by the Nabataeans.

What's that? 9th century?

- 4th century. - AD?

- BC. - BC, of course...

- Did you say Nabataeans? - You didn't hear me?

- No. - Oh, now you know.

- That's where I went wrong. - Sure.

It actually flourished due to trade routes.

Incense, spices, silks,

and of course, its gorgeous rock-cut architecture.

When it was annexed by the Romans, it fell into total disrepair.

By the time the earthquakes hit in the 6th century,

entire infrastructure was basically destroyed.

When the Ottomans got here, they didn't know what to do with it.

They just kind of...

Left it.

As is.

Is that interesting to you?

Very.

Oh my God, wait.

No, no, no, come here.

Oh, God.

He's going back.

Excuse me?

Excuse me.

Excuse me!

I need help, please.

- Jean. - What?

- English. - Him?

- Hello. - Maurice Geroux. Is he around here?

Maurice? I'm sorry, he left.

Around an hour ago.

- Do you know where I can find him? - Why?

It's personal.

Do you have an address? A number, or something?

I can't give his address to a stranger. How do you know Maurice?

I don't. He was the conductor on the train I took recently.

I need to...

Yeah, OK... I'm sorry, Mademoiselle.

I can't just give out his address, you understand?

Yes, of course.

Sorry.

We slept together a month ago. It wasn't a big deal.

But now it is because I'm pregnant with Maurice's child.

I need to speak to him right now.

- What? Oh yeah? - What's she saying?

She's having Maurice's baby!

What? For real?

Geroux got this hottie pregnant?

Geroux? Seriously? What a bastard!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry about my colleagues.

Of course, I give you his address.

- Thank you. - Sorry.

- Good. - Of course.

Here.

Damn, she's so fine!

Baby! What's happening?

Are you lost?

Come on! Why won't you talk to me?

You've never seen a dick like mine.

Come on, just give me twenty minutes.

Just 20 minutes.

20 minutes? More like two...

- Two's your dick size... - Bullshit.

Back up!

Get out of my way.

Why go that far?

Calm down.

Relax.

Relax.

You're gonna hurt yourself.

You can tell she's never held one before.

This is how you hold a knife. With confidence.

What do we do now?

Look at me when I'm talking!

Come. Let's dance together.

Come dance with me.

Get the fuck out or I'm calling the police!

Do you hear me? Are you deaf?

Get out!

You've got dicks for brains, you know.

Shut up.

If you ever talk to me like that again, I'll slap you.

Or better yet... I'll call your mother!

Hello?

Mr. Geroux?

Hello?

Oh my God!

Shit...

Oh my God... No, no, no...

Okay...

Oh my God...

What the fuck?

Madam?

- Who are you? - Madam...

What have you done?

Hold on, it's okay...

Oh my God! Maurice!

I'm sorry! I don't know! I just got here!

Okay! Shh! Calm down...

Help!

Help!

Help! Maurice!

I told them...

Look! It's the girl from before.

Yeah, that's her.

She's crazy fast, man!

Come out, wherever you are.

Don't worry, I'll take care of you.

I know every corner of these streets...

She must have run this way.

Let's go up the street.

Okay...

It's not a matter of policy. It's a matter of marketing.

When did you get so cynical?

Excuse me.

Something's happened. I need to see you right away.

Alice, is everything okay? I thought you left.

No. No, it's not. I went to see the conductor,

from Tom's train, and when I got there, he was dead.

Whoa, wait... Slow down, okay?

- Are you okay? - I saw the man who did it.

- What man? - He was very muscular.

Very dark hair, with, like, a bun.

Where are you?

I'm at the Hotel Peron. Room 218.

- Okay, I'm coming. - Okay. Thank you.

She saw you.

She's at the hotel. Room 218.

Go there, now.

- Ouais? - I was right about the conductor.

What?

I went to his apartment.

He was dead. Someone slit his throat.

Who have you spoken to?

Just one person from Tom's charity.

He's coming to meet me now.

Alice! Which hotel?

Which hotel are you staying at?

- Peron. - I'm coming now.

Do not speak to anyone!

You hear me?

Do not speak to anyone!

Delivery.

Delivery for Alice Monroe.

Help!

Help!

Get in! Now! Quick!

Quick!

Are you okay? Yes?

Oh my God... I'm having a panic attack.

Breathe.

- Oh my God! - Breathe, breathe, slowly.

- Oh my God... - You're safe, Alice.

- It's Durand. - He works at SOS?

- Don't answer. - No, he's been helping me.

I cannot protect you if you do not want to be protected.

Does he know which hotel you are staying at?

- Yes, but... - Who else knows?

I guess Inspector Drax.

Okay, so at least one of them is trying to kill you!

I didn't tell you about SOS.

How do you know that's where Tom worked?

How do you know that's where Tom worked?

It's my job.

What is?

To know things.

Start telling the truth or I'm calling him back.

- Don't be so stupid. - Okay, fine.

Don't be so... Please!

Tom got off the train because of me.

- What? - I will explain.

First, we need to go somewhere safe.

Shit! My bags are at the train station.

Okay, don't worry. Let's go to the train station.

Seriously, what is going on?

I am something like a bête noire for your former lover.

The truth is, for the past six months,

I've been investigating him.

On the train, I was following him.

Either he saw me,

or someone told him I was on it.

He must have panicked and got off.

Why on earth are you investigating him?

I believe Tom Parker runs one of the largest human trafficking operations

in the Middle East.

- Tom? - Yes.

- Wait... - I have reason to believe...

No. You are... so far off on this one.

Tom would never, ever...

Did you know he kept a boat in Marseille?

- So you knew about the boat? - Yes, of course.

- So you lied to me? - No.

I withheld the truth. That's very different.

- I thought you were helping me. - I was investigating you.

- Who do you work for? - Oh, I'm freelance.

- Suits me better. - When did they let you go?

Five years ago.

I'm not listening to this. You don't know Tom. I'm leaving.

Where to?

To the police, obviously.

You told me only two people knew

you were staying at the Peron, right?

Durand and Drax.

So the question is,

which one is trying to kill you?

If I had to choose, I would bet on Durand.

He's too smooth, too polite, too charming.

No, Alex has been kind. He's been helpful.

Okay, so Drax?

This city is packed with dirty cops.

Maybe he plans to set you up for Geroux's murder.

Oh my God, this is insane!

There has to be a very simple explanation for all of this.

Explanation? For what?

A guy showing up at your door ready to kill you?

Give me a simple explanation for that.

Have you seen the news?

A brutal crime has shocked the city of Marseille.

Police are now investigating the murder of Maurice Geroux, aged 45,

who was discovered dead at home, earlier this evening.

Witnesses reported seeing a brown-haired woman

fleeing the scene shortly after the attack.

She's now considered the prime suspect.

You have nowhere to go.

We are actively looking for our prime suspect.

An American named Alice Monroe, in her thirties.

If you have any information about her,

any information at all, please contact the police.

Subtitling: DUBBING BROTHERS