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You all right, boss?

Yeah.

Are the kids all right?

Yeah, everyone's fine.
Thank you.

Well, what are you doing here?
Shouldn't you be at home?

I'm waiting for someone.

Flipping
carbon monoxide, eh?

I went to this flat last year.
Three dead students

with some rip-off landlord
who wouldn't mend the boiler.

Mine's a blocked flue.
Apparently.

Nah, they wouldn't, boss.

I'm afraid, I think...

Boss...

You wouldn't hit a man wearing
two cups of coffee, would you?

I'll do more than that.
You attacked my family.

- No, I didn't.
- You're listening to me!

Yeah.

When you want to know the truth,
come and see me in the office.

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OK.

OK.

- It wasn't us.
- Who was it, then?

You ever considered the idea

you didn't have
your boiler properly serviced?

Yeah, that's the problem.

Always a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

It must be frustrating.

But just because
the explanation is reasonable

doesn't mean it isn't true.

Who are you, anyway? I mean, do
you have an alias or something?

I have several.

I also have a name.
It's Neil Gray.

Your stunt with Vanessa Hamilton
cost us a potential asset.

And contrary to popular myth,

we don't go round knocking
people off. Especially kids.

You didn't have scruples
about the young girls murdered

at the hands
of Vanessa Hamilton.

I'll show you a photo of what
happens when a bomb goes off

- in a crowded tube carriage.
- Oh, please.

You might not rush
to judgment so quickly.

The Baturins paid Defence
to bring down that plane.

I'll be arresting Artem Baturin
for that crime.

Our little friend has
a get-out-of-jail-free card.

The Chemist?

If Edgar Branco is alive,

he is a walking weapon
of mass destruction.

So we find him,
we remove the leverage.

We don't just give in.

Or have you already
done the deal?

There's a bigger picture here.

It involves tough choices.

That's the problem with clich�s.

- I told Bowden, I'll tell you.
- I know what you're gonna say.

And don't think
of removing me from my job,

because I will go public
on Stefan Czyrko.

Football! Aha!

Toi et moi, match.

Moi, er... champion. Tskhinvali.

Nobody beat Gregor.

That France. Russia.

When my boy comes back,

we beat your French police
asses. He best fucking lawyer.

Hi, it's me. Can I come up?

- Bonjour.
- You came back early.

I took the night train.
I really wanted to see you.

Look, I bought you
some real books.

Hope you like Pablo Neruda.

I don't read poetry.

- What's wrong?
- Who's the man in the "8" cap?

What?

The man who followed Bresson
into the toilets at the airport.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

My colleague, Karl,
he remained suspicious of you.

- I know that.
- And I defended you.

Good.

I wanted to clear your name.

I wanted so much to clear
your name, but I can't.

I don't understand.

The man who follows Bresson
in the airport

is the same one who buys
his phone in Hamburg.

No. I bought his phone.
You can check my credit card...

I have.

And the CCTV footage
of the store

where the phone was purchased.

The same man
stole your passport from Bresson

so you
couldn't board the flight.

Was it a lie about your...
twin brother as well?

No.

Listen to me.

Sit down, please,
I want to explain.

You're a murderer.

All those people died
because of you.

We are on different sides,
Elise, but...

And I don't understand
why you chose yours.

It was true about
Colonia Dignidad.

My brother did vanish into the
hands of Nazis and paedophiles.

I was repeatedly raped
by visitors to that place.

Underneath the colony
there were cables.

Do you know where they went?

Langley, Virginia.

The CIA knew everything
about that place.

They were watching the tapes
of the rapes and the torture.

You don't know that.

Colonia Dignidad was at the
heart of covert operations

in Latin America.

The CIA were heavily involved.

That's not an opinion
or a conspiracy theory.

But...

Bresson was opposed
to all of it.

- Yes.
- Then why?

Being right about one thing

didn't make him right
about everything.

Both sides
do bad things in wars.

I just chose the side I thought
was the least hypocritical.

You think this is a war?

It's a series of engagements.

The art is knowing when to stop.

Well, this stops
with you in prison.

Move away, Elise.

You'd really shoot me?

Then none of it was true.

I let somebody put a camera
in your flat, and I watched you.

I watched you argue
with your... idiot boyfriend

and I judged it a good time to
come over and get you into bed.

You mean nothing to me, Elise.

But believe me now,
I will not hesitate to shoot you

if you do not move away
from that door.

Miss Klein?

- You OK?
- Ah, it's nothing.

Graze from a nine mil Makarov.

She only wanted
to knock me over,

and she knew exactly
what she was doing.

Who's she working for?

I think it's obvious.

The Russians.

So Gregor Baturin has
powerful friends in Moscow.

None of whom would be sad
to see the back of Paul Bresson.

He has been a thorn in
their side over human rights.

It explains the extravagance
issue, right?

Baturin kills a few enemies
by hacking a plane.

They give the West a warning.

"Look what we can do."

Hmm.

Think we'll see her again?

They'll get her out
if they have any sense.

The answer is The Chemist.

We need to find Edgar Branco.

Without him, Koba has nothing.
We can arrest him.

I agree with that.

Then go and find him. But hurry.

Because it won't be long before
the Baturins are in Ossetia

and out of your reach for good.

Aah! Goal!

Oh, you fucking French pussies.

You... I am king
of... Tskhinvali.

You... suck my...

- Yeah?
- Sir.

Gregor Baturin's
had a heart attack. He's dead.

All bets are off, then.

...and if he has Branco
and he can move him in time,

there's gonna be payback.

So...
he'll be certain it was us.

First thing on his mind
will be revenge.

We have to neutralise Koba
before he finds out.

He's at Calais, at the
Eurotunnel terminus.

- I'll alert the French.
- Shall we hold back, sir?

No, we must detain him
immediately.

Niedermayer was a great player.

He could always turn
a defensive position

into an offensive rush.

Incredible.

Yes?

He's in the Calais tunnel
maintenance area,

so we have him cornered.

Look, there's nowhere
for him to go.

Sir, we have a report
that a helicopter is inbound.

OK. Right, tell them...

Oh, shoot the fucker down!

- Sir, safety...
- No, I don't care about safety!

Do not let him get away!

Oh... fuck!

What happened here?

She said she was watching me.

I was looking for devices.

You were very thorough.

Did you find anything?

No.

What do you want?

Gregor Baturin's dead.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, that's the consensus view.

So he'll think that...

We did it.

Well, it's the only
reasonable thing to think.

Not that the fat,
chain-smoking fucker

had arteries like
a Victorian sewer.

Where is Artem now?

He took a short helicopter ride
out of Sangatte,

then proceeded in a car
to fuck knows where.

So that's your grubby little
deal up the swanee, is it?

Get back to the UK now.

We've got to find The Chemist
before Koba moves him.

Come on. We've been
summonsed by the dark side.

They murdered him.

We're still not sure about that,
but we'll find out.

I'm gonna give The Chemist
to Isis as a present.

They gonna have
bubonic plague for this.

Don't do anything for now.

Leave The Chemist
until we know what to do next.

Moving him can be
very dangerous now.

We are making arrangements
to get you out of France.

I'm not leaving without
making sure they pay.

Don't do anything.
Lie low, wait for orders.

I don't take orders
from anybody now.

Go to this hotel and wait for us
to arrange your exit.

I'll leave with you.

I'm very sorry
about your father.

Vanessa Hamilton
is still the solution.

As in the dead Vanessa Hamilton?

Remember what she said
about The Chemist?

He likes the boys
from back home in Brazil.

She supplied him with boys.

So maybe there's
still one out there.

We need to go back
through her files.

And the Czyrko ones as well.

One of those boys
knows where he is.

OK, we need to go through
absolutely every detail

on Vanessa Hamilton's record.

What are we looking for?

- Brazilian rent boys.
- What?

Yeah. Check out all the girls
on Vanessa's books as well.

- Find out if they can help us.
- Oh, yes.

We'll take care
of that part, right?

Be good, BB. Come on.

We'll check out the Czyrko file.

Does Louise ever, er...
say anything about me?

You really
wanna know that?

I like her a lot. Just something
happens whenever she's around.

I can't help pushing
the gobby arsehole button.

Hey, take your mind off it.

She's got... I dunno.
She's got style.

The way she stands all... cool
and French in that mac.

Yeah, yeah. You got
to just be yourself, man.

That's all.

I know. I actually think that's
a big part of the problem.

Thiago?
That's a Brazilian name, right?

Stefan Czyrko mentions three
Brazilians in his reports.

Thiago. Takes part in videos of
gang rape and torture of twinks.

- Of what, sorry?
- Twinks.

Young men that look like boys.

Very popular
with English ruling class.

I don't know about "look", boss.

Them establishment nonces
usually go for the real deal.

Start tracing the number
and go find him.

Does it work any better for you
in French, cupcake?

I'm going home.

Won't you stay at our place,
Elise? Your place is a tip.

No. Thanks.

Elise...

I didn't care
what Gael was feeling.

I don't see why it would be
any different for me now.

Brian! No,
you knocked our tower over.

He broke it!

He broke the tower, didn't he,
naughty Brian?

Shall we make it really big?

- I'll get it.
- Are you getting the ball?

- Got it.
- Brian's ball.

Well, they're all right,
aren't they?

- Karl.
- Yeah?

Sorry, darling. Can I just...

You know that time
when the hot water went

and the guys came to fix it and
they said to check the flues?

- And you said?
- I'd look into it.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know the secret of a really
good intelligence operation?

The fact that you don't know
is actually the objective.

It's too random.

If... if they wanted to kill us,

they would have made the leak
more lethal.

If they just wanted to warn us,
it wasn't controllable enough.

They couldn't have known
Brian would save the day.

Good old Brian.

- Call me naive...
- You're naive.

But I think it was a faulty
boiler and a blocked flue.

And we're alive.

And I'm gonna go online
and get a carbon monoxide alarm.

- Gonna get dinner started.
- OK.

Ssh.

Ssh. I removed it.

A gun really isn't
what you want.

- I want to die.
- No!

No, no, no, no.
We're the survivors, remember?

It wasn't true.

That I have no feelings for you.

- It wasn't true.
- You're a spy.

Do you know the phrase,
maskirovka?

It means guile and deception.

Soldiers in uniforms
without insignia.

Many battles are won that way.

You're not a soldier,
you're a liar and coward.

I've had better sex as well.

Now look who's the liar here.

This isn't maskirovka,
it's just me.

You taste like gin.

- One more night?
- No.

- One more night?
- No.

Yes.

One more night.

Don't fucking run.

Don't run. I was the fastest kid
in my class, so I'll catch you.

For fuck's sake!

So I imagine
work's dried up a bit

since Vanessa Hamilton went to
the humidor in the sky, Thiago?

Edgar Branco.
Where can we find him?

I know a man. Let's call him
Mr Gray because that's his name.

He can fix stuff.

He can certainly organise a trip
back to your favela

with a couple of those nice men
from G4 sitting next to you.

Fuck you. I'm legal.

I don't think that detail
would bother Mr Gray too much.

Where did you meet him?

She took me to his place
in a car, and when I left,

she had to give me six Bennies
to bring my heart rate down.

- He gave you drugs?
- Oh, man.

He shot me up with stuff
you would not believe.

- Oh, I might.
- What do you remember?

In the corridor outside his flat
there was a... a plant. Spiky.

Where?

I promise you, blondie,
I don't remember.

A block of flats. Ugly.

The flat was on the fourth
floor. It's my lucky number.

What else do you remember?

About the area.

There was, erm...

...a tattoo shop...
on the corner of the street.

I remember seeing it
but I don't remember its name.

Think.

It had, erm...

...it had pictures of birds
on it.

Small ones, like, er...

Andorinha?

I saw Eryka Klein last night.

She came to my flat.

She stayed the night
with me again.

I don't know who I am any more.

I'm gonna tell Olivier.

No, don't do that.

I betrayed my profession, my
colleagues, our investigation.

Your gender.

I'm kidding.

Elise... you're in love.

You being you,
there are no half measures.

Do you still trust me?

Oh, come on.

Nothing will ever change
your irritating pedantry

or your photographic memory,

or that you're an embarrassment
in a witness interview,

especially with small,
frightened children, but...

Come on.

Of course I still trust you.

God help us.

- Thank you.
- You're very welcome.

You're my best friend.

Look.

Andorinhas.

Swallows.

Is that ugly?

I don't know anything
about architecture.

Shall we call back-up?

Let's just take a look.

Karl.

Call back-up.

Get your fucking hands off her,
you...

Hmm.

- Pretty eyes.
- Thanks.

Oh...

I remember a prisoner once
with eyes like hers.

Actually, it was the first time
I successfully removed a retina

from the eyeball
of a conscious person.

What a great day.

You may call Koba.

The bastards killed
my father, so kill them.

Kill them now.

The male cop first.

Put a bullet right up his ass,

and leave the phone on
so I can hear.

Don't spend too much time
fooling about with the girl

before you kill her either.

Wait! Me first! Take me first!

Wait! Wait! Wait!

Excuse me? Hand me the phone,
please, sir? Thanks.

Are you sure
you want to do it this way?

Karl? It's me. Let me know
when you're getting home.

I've bought sea bass.

Mister...

You can go.

Yes, it will take you
approximately...

...let's say... three days to die.

Then your bodies
will start to decompose...

...releasing fluids.

Then eventually the neighbours
will smell you, of course,

and call the emergency services.

Who will, in their turn,
become infected themselves.

You understand?

So, that's how it will go.

In fact, you will be the little
fire in the baker's shop...

...that burns
the whole city down.

See?

Now, if you will excuse me.

A few minutes.
A little preparation.

Is the chopper here?

Close.

Good.

I've left them
a goodbye present.

Two cops nearly
fucked everything up

by finding The Chemist.

No worry. We've got them
safe and sound.

Which cops?

The English guy
and the French girl

who were snooping after you
at the start.

Luckily we found them before
they could call reinforcements.

Are... are they still alive?

Just.

I told them not to spend too
much time fooling about with her

before they kill her.

I just hope they listen.

The Chemist will let them
die slowly

and make them
into a toxic booby trap.

That's quite a leaving gift.

It's for my father.
He does not go unavenged.

It wasn't an airborne virus,
right?

No.

But it will close down
that shitty little island

for a few years.

Helicopter's on its way.

We head out in 20 minutes.

I need to go to the bathroom.

If you're having a shower,
then hurry the fuck up.

We've got a dog.
Did I tell you that?

No.

What is it called?

- What?
- What is it called?

- The dog?
- Yeah.

Well, you know, er...

...you know the three-headed dog

that guards the Gates of Hades?
Cerberus?

- Yeah.
- Not that.

Brian.

Oh.

We came close to getting them.

Yeah.

Close but no cheroot.

Well, we found cheroots.

- What?
- We found cheroots.

What?

We found cheroots.

It's a phrase.
"Close but no cigar."

It's when you nearly succeed,

but you don't quite make it.

You say, "Close but no cigar."
I said, "Close but no cheroot."

- That was a joke, wasn't it?
- No...

Elise...

...it's not funny.

- Is it... not funny?
- No, it's not funny.

So, why do you laugh, then?

I don't know.

You have to laugh, don't you?
No time for weeping.

That's for all the kids you
tortured in Colonia Dignidad,

you fucking inhuman Nazi.

Mr Max?

Elise?

Elise?

No, no, don't worry.

Just...

- Elise?
- Sorry, can you...

hold her head back?

Elise!

Don't worry. Hold still.

- Elise! Help!
- No worries.

- Aagh!
- So, this is going to sting...

Get your fucking hands off her!
Elise!

Murder!

Aagh!

- Elise!

Elise!

So...

Elise?

You want to see her?

Fuck off.

She has just fainted
from the shock. See?

More conventional approach
for you, I presume? Or the same?

Armed police!

Drop your weapons!

Do not move!

Get her to the hospital! He's
injected her in the fucking eye!

Get her out of here quickly!

She's contagious, she's been
injected in the eye. Move!

Stay on the floor, Mr Branco.

And don't worry.

I'm not in the habit of
executing people in cold blood.

Aaargh!

Unless it's a clause in
a very tricky last-minute deal

with the Russians.

Photographs and DNA.

They want full evidence that
he has been decommissioned.

I gotta get to the hospital.

Come with me.

They'll do everything
they can for her.

And unless you're a virologist,
you'll just get in the way.

Besides, we've got an
appointment with Artem Baturin.

- Can you hear me?
- Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Artem Baturin, I'm arresting you

for offences against
the Terrorism Act of 2006.

How is it?

It's a bit strange...
looking out of one eye.

I thought you'd been doing that
all your life.

I got another
blood transfusion today.

Yeah, I know.

You might have got some of my
blood. We're the same type.

They think they might have
flushed the virus out.

- They got it so early.
- Good.

What's happening
to Artem Baturin?

They're trying to find a place
to hold the trial.

Trying to keep
the core of it secret.

And the plane?

Won't ever come out.

Might let the stuff about
Robert Fournier and Defence

into the public domain,
but that's it.

Nobody will know
who took the plane down?

Nope.

And that doesn't bother you?

Well, he's on trial. He'll spend
the rest of his life in prison.

Nothing's ever perfect, is it?

Gotta know when to stop,
I guess.

That's almost exactly
what she said to me once.

Have you heard from her again?

No.

She saved your life, Elise.
It was quite a leaving present.

Hey, you'll get better.

You don't need to find
your long-lost twin.

You're an exceptional person
in your own right.

You're you.

- Good night, boss.
- Good night.

Bonsoir.

Hello.
You've reached Laura and Karl.

Please leave a message.

Hi, it's me. I'm on my way home.

Tell the kids
they can stay up late, eh?

I love you all.

A long time I have loved

the sunned mother-of-pearl
of your body.

Until I even believe
that you own the universe.

I will bring you happy flowers
from the mountains,

bluebells, dark hazels
and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want to do with you

what spring does
with the cherry trees.

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