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I need a day in London, then
I'll get a flight to Istanbul.

I would like my
name to be Imogen.

Why is there a military
uniform inside the camp?

That soldier's there for the
protection of a French woman.

Well, she says her
name's Adilah El Idrissi.

One of the Yazidis
recognized her from Raqqa.

Daesh!

If that woman's who they say
she is, she's a murdering bitch.

Women, children and babies.

Adilah. I think I might
be able to help you.

Help me with what?

Help you with staying alive.

- They hate me.
- Do you deserve to be hated?

Daesh!

Run.

An informant for Syrian
intelligence reported

that a high level female ISIS commander
is part of a breakaway ISIS cell.

Planning a large scale attack
on an unknown Western target.

Sometime seven to
ten days from now.

The Americans are arriving at the
refugee camp tomorrow morning,

I'm sure with typical
American fanfare.

To look for the target's DNA.

They have sent
this man to Paris.

Max Peterson.

- Welcome to France.
- I hate France.

Why are the DGSE allowing
the Genie of Raqqa

to roam free and unrestricted

across the territory of a NATO ally
with only your girlfriend for company?

How does a mother leave
her daughter behind?

Do you have children?

No.

Explain to me why the beautiful daughter
of intellectuals and communists would

join that ugly, brutal circus.

I would like to live long
enough to find out why.

You should know that I have
absolutely zero idea what comes next.

.

Alert! Please stay
in your tents.

Hey, what is happening here?

We're only interested in one woman
who was at this camp until yesterday.

A woman who called
herself Adilah El Idrissi.

What exactly is it
you're looking for?

Is this the tent where
she was held in isolation?

It certainly is.

- How long was she inside this tent?
- One night.

There was a fight.

Some of the women
recognized her from Raqqa.

Said she was an ISIS commander.

She was stabbed.

Okay. Target received blood
cuts in this environment.

Seal it off and put
everything into bags.

I miss mommy. Is she
going to come home soon?

I'm sure she'll call soon, but
I know she misses you very much.

We don't have a lot of time Yasmina.
We'll have to choose quickly.

I will. I want to get
the cakes mama likes.

Of course, yes.

Yasmina. Hello.

Hello. How are you?

Off to school?

- Yes.
- What can I get you today?

Mmm.

Three macarons.

- Three macarons, yes?
- Yes.

Superb.

I was about to make
a mistake, you see.

There you are, my dear.

- Have a very good day, my darling.
- Thank you! Goodbye!

- Okay.
- And you, what do you want?

- Three puffs please.
- Three puffs.

Auntie!

Yasmina! Yasmina!

Yasmina!

Yasmina!

Help me! They have
taken my little girl!

Yasmina!

Yasmina.

Auntie!

- Auntie!
- Yasmina.

What did they do to you?

They pulled out some of my hair.

And now, my darling Violet,

it's time for today to say
goodbye to the land of Illyria.

Silly girl.

Good.

I can't believe you're
still mad at me.

Yes, I am.

And over something so stupid.

I need my injection.

You've seen me do
it so many times.

It's really very simple.

Okay. I will do it myself.

No, I'll do it.

No. No. As you said,
it's really very simple.

Please don't do it just
to prove a fucking point.

Give it to me.

- Give it to me.
- No.

Give it to me.

No.

You're a fucking child.

Let go. Let go. Let go.

You just like hurting
me, don't you?

As a matter of fact, I do, yes.

Show me your wound.

No. You're not a doctor.

They spent the night
away from any main roads.

They are avoiding toll roads or
anywhere with security cameras.

They are in the
middle of nowhere.

She's clearly abandoned the directive
to take the target to Edip Köyü

and is headed to Istanbul.

You know, when we get back
on the road, you can drive.

There's no traffic.
Even you can't kill us.

Fuck.

I couldn't pee. The fucking
shepherd is still up there.

Fuck, this is horrible.

So you regret
deciding to help me.

How can anyone disapprove
of belly dancing?

How can you care so much about
my opinion on belly dancing?

I don't care "so much."

And I don't regret
deciding to help you.

Yeah. Out of gratitude or
admiration or something,

at least you could just agree with
me about the stupid little things

- that I have a strong opinion about.
- Okay.

For my sanity, you are right about
everything until we reach Istanbul.

- Until we reach Paris.
- No, until we reach the French border.

You are absolutely right about everything
until we cross the French border.

Fine.

"The belly dance was originally a sacred
ritual performed by women for women.

It celebrated childbirth and prepared
the woman for the birth process."

I didn't say I disapproved.

I said it's another Western
corruption of Eastern traditions.

I actually took classes.

Please, you shut up about it.

Adilah…

When were you radicalized?

Did you say that word?

How much do you really
know about religion at all?

'Cause when I was in
Syria, I found out

- a lot of radicalized Europeans…
- That word again.

…they didn't have much
knowledge of religion,

and you're not religious because
your family were communists.

Only my grandfather.

Well, some women went to
Syria to find a husband.

Was it a man?

No, it was not a man.

Everyone always thinks
that, but they're wrong.

It's the older women
that recruit the girls,

and they know what to say.

The woman who took me in told me that
I could have a more pure life with God,

away from the
corruption of the West.

For the first time, I felt like
my life had meaning and a purpose.

You look all right
driving a car. Normal.

Thank you.

But you're not, 'cause
you're a murderer.

When you're joking, can you, uh,
raise your hand or something?

All I did was shake my belly and my
arse around to help me give birth,

but the murderer
disapproves of that.

Please don't call me a murderer.

I'm right about everything
until the French border.

No, you are like the bullies
at school, hiding behind jokes.

You know, I can't go to the theater
because, when the actors come on stage,

I have this terrible desire
to stand up and shout "fuck."

In situations like this,
for no reason at all,

I say the worst possible
thing I can say.

You said you don't
have children.

I don't. Can we please
overtake this fucking truck?

I need a cigarette.

Shit.

Hey.

What? Do you think
I'm funny now?

You told me to fucking do it.

What? You gonna fight me?

I think I opened a stitch.

I don't mean to laugh at you.

You scared the shit out of me.

That is the number of a
friend of mine in Paris.

He's a doctor.

We met at a camp
together in Lebanon.

And he calls just to
make sure I'm okay.

I think he might
be in love with me.

At least I hope he is.

If you ever need a pen or a piece of paper
or just want to use the phone, just ask.

Yeah.

Fuck.

This guy's in love with you.

Damn. Means I shall
have to kill him.

I think they're looking
for someone in particular.

I'm sick of this car.

Shall we walk?

What?

We've lost signal. She's
off the grid again.

Shit!

- This way.
- But why?

Because I said so.

There. There, hide.

Where is she?

Piss off.

- Where is she?
- Here.

I told you to wait downstairs.

You never fucking listen to me.

Is that your way of saying
thank you or something?

Thank you.

What is that?

Before entering the fray,

we are invited to sit quietly and
contemplate a great work of art.

The Louvre lends us paintings.

"Entering the fray," huh?

You guys at DGSE have a union and
a 35-hour work week. Am I right?

Does it help?

We have an appointment.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Nope. Not getting anything.

Just a woman with a
really weird head.

I saw footage of the fight
you two had at the airport.

It is going viral within
the intelligence community.

I hear a Russian operative
just happened to be there.

He made his own copy, and he's
saving it for their Christmas party.

You both need to realize
we are on the same side.

Our American friend put the
life of a British agent,

who was on a covert assignment
to the DGSE, in danger

by sending in the fucking cavalry
on the streets of Istanbul.

And as a result,

our handler has destroyed our only means
of locating and communicating with her.

Well, maybe someone
would've contacted you guys,

but we are told by command not to
try to reach French intelligence

between midday and 3:00
because they'll be at lunch.

Shall we swap stereotypes,
or shall we swap information?

We know everything you know,
and we know more than you know.

A target currently
at large in Istanbul

has been identified by six witnesses
in the camp as the Djinn Al Raqqa,

a woman of extreme
interest to us

who we believe is a 15-year
female veteran ISIS commander

by the name of
Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

The only one who's capable
of this kind of plot.

We know.

However, the target claims to
be Adilah El Idrissi from Paris.

We have no record of anyone
called Adilah El Idrissi

traveling to Syria from Paris.

The name doesn't show up on any of
our lists of persons of interest.

Well, we have a different
list. It's a longer list.

Sometimes we skip lunch.

Adilah Idrissi is real?

Yes. And she may have
gotten mixed up with ISIS,

but she has limited
intermittent activity.

She's not at the level
of Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

Now, our intelligence also informs us that
she left behind a daughter here in Paris

about a mile from this
building, in fact.

Why did we not know this?

The girl is ten years old, attends
school in Aulnay-sous-Bois.

So, guess what?

At 8:15 this morning, a ten-year-old girl
was intercepted on her way to school.

Strands of her hair were taken.

Now, here's where
you guys come in.

All I need you to
do is analyze them.

If the DNA in the
strands of hair

matches the DNA in the samples we took
from the refugee camp this morning,

then his girlfriend was in the
car with the little girl's mother

and her name is
Adilah El Idrissi.

If the samples do not match, then the
target's adopted Adilah's identity.

And your girlfriend is almost certainly
with the most wanted woman in the world.

Now, you see?

No need for psychological
bullshit, right?

No need for double agents
and identity games.

Paintings with weird
freaking heads.

Just straightforward, old-fashioned
fuck-you American science.

Now, if you guys can get it done quickly
and not at your usual pace of three weeks,

that would be helpful.

Seven to ten days is not that far
away. We're in kind of a hurry.

Magritte?

They kidnapped a child
on the streets of Paris,

and we didn't know about it?

I will have the hair analyzed and
the results sent to the Americans.

I will call you at home and
let you know the result.

I won't be at home. I work longer
than my statutory 35 hours.

Either way, Malik,

the Englishwoman's unique
abilities will now not be required.

Sorry, sorry.

This sitting is full. You will
have to wait for the 7:00 sitting.

We're here to see Mr. Demir.

Mr. Demir isn't here.

This lady needs to get
to Paris. I have $2000.

Mr. Demir no longer takes out the
trash. Perhaps you should leave.

Don't touch me.

Ten thousand dollars.

10,000 US dollars.

Come.

Where the fuck did you
get 10,000 US dollars?

Who the fuck is Mr. Demir?

He uses this place to
issue fake documents.

- I want you to travel as a dancer.
- And what kind of dancer am I?

A belly dancer, of course.

How long have you known her?

Oh, she's my friend.
Known her for ages.

I want her to travel as
a dancer and a singer.

She speaks English?

No. At the border, I will say she's
part of a delegation of folk artists.

They closed the Galata Bridge
today. They're looking for someone.

I don't want her
fingerprints in here.

I'm not doing this shit anymore.

Got too serious.

Fucking Daesh made
it too serious.

Where the fuck did she
get money like this?

Her father is a wealthy man in Damascus.
He gave her money to get to Paris.

He's paying me to help her.

Is she your lover?

We are not lovers.
But she is my friend.

I thought you said
she speaks no English.

Because the truth is, she
speaks English very well.

But during the trip to Paris, she
will keep her fucking mouth shut.

No, she will not.

$2,000 now,

8,000 when you give us
the passport and papers.

For $10,000, you can also
give me a clean mobile.

Yeah, I will take one too.

I've invented a name, date
of birth, place of birth.

She's from the eastern region.

For this money, you better
make the passport good.

I'm guessing you're in a hurry
to get out of Istanbul, right?

We'll let you know
when it's ready.

The Center's library.

- Please wait here.
- Mm-hmm.

"O, it came o'er my ear
like the sweet sound.

That breathes upon
a bank of violets."

And now, my darling Vi,

it's time for today to say
goodbye to the land of Illyria.

Silly girl.

They have my favorite book,

Kitab al-Bulhan...
The Book of Surprises

from the 14th century.

I used to love looking at these
pictures when I was a little girl.

It's beautiful.

My grandfather
would read it to me.

It's about djinn and
devils and shape-shifters.

There are seven
djinn kings, right?

One for each day of the week.

They all have their own color.

They can change into
anything, any animal.

Any person.

This djinn is the Red King of Tuesday.
He was the one that scared me the most.

My grandfather said the
djinn were gone forever,

but I still see
him in my dreams.

So, is there a DNA match or not?

I gave you references,
but not my own.

My presence will be
reference enough.

Do you know what the fuck you're
doing traveling with this woman?

So, you're a dancer, eh?

- Prove it.
- She will absolutely not dance for you.

If you're caught,
she'll be asked.

You have no right
to ask her to...

The papers say you're
a singer and a dancer.

Sing one of your songs.

Go on.

Thanks.

I have to be quick, Malik.

But what the fuck? Who the
fuck closed the Galata Bridge?

Because you promised me I
would be allowed to do my job.

There is no longer any need
for you to do your job.

What are you talking about?

Using DNA evidence,
the Americans

the fucking Americans,
not the DGSE nor the DGSI

have proven beyond doubt

that the woman you are with
really is Adilah El Idrissi.

She's a French Algerian from
Paris and has a daughter here.

She's not Sabaine.

She's not the Djinn Al Raqqa.

She is a confused
woman running home,

and she's of no interest
to us or to the Americans.

So, you can catch your flight to
Paris either with or without her.

Malik, you know

that that does not prove that
Adilah is not the Djinn Al Raqqa.

The woman I am with is the ISIS
commander we are looking for.

The woman I am with
is the Djinn Al Raqqa,

and I will prove it.

So, now that we know your
passport and papers are good,

we just stay on the bus to Sofia
and catch a flight to Paris.

So, I can call my
daughter and tell her.

Call whoever you want.

From now on, it's
just me and you.

Be quick. Bus leaves
in two minutes.

Mm-hmm.

I will be with you
soon, I promise.

It's not long now.

Everything can begin again.

But I miss you,
Mama. It's not fair!

♪ You said you were going out ♪

♪ But I heard you
through the walls ♪

♪ I said, "Don't go far" ♪

♪ You had me searching for a
reason But I was in the dark ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ Time splits in two On
both sides of the door ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ Time splits in two On
both sides of the door ♪

♪ What a waste for you To
be pulled under the water ♪

♪ What a shame ♪

♪ What a waste for you To
be pulled under the water ♪

♪ What a shame you
can't hear me ♪

♪ I speak louder ♪

♪ Thought you could
keep me in reserve ♪

♪ While you made up your mind ♪

♪ Could I hold myself back? ♪

♪ Well, you fed me a fable
But I know the taste of lies ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ It's done ♪

♪ Don't keep coming
back for more ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ It's done ♪

♪ Don't keep coming
back for more ♪

♪ I speak louder, louder ♪

♪ I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder, louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder ♪

♪ Hear me speak Hear me speak ♪

♪ Hear me speak Hear me speak ♪

♪ Hear me speak Hear me speak ♪

♪ Hear me speak Hear me speak ♪