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- Portia!
- Mmm, Tomas.

As usual,
your timing is impeccable.

Let's celebrate.

Everything will be completed
once we get to Berlin.

And you have been invaluable.

Thank you, Tomas.

Mmm, I doubt
you'll feel the same

in a moment when Interpol
arrives, though.

Erm, what are you talking about?

Who are you?

I'm the person who has recorded
and memorised

every move you've made,
every word you've said

for the last 37 days.

And all of it has been
very wrong. And highly illegal.

Hmm.

Good luck.

Tomas Schmidt?

All done. No fuss, no mess.

I need a day in London.

Then I'll get a flight
to Istanbul.

I would like my name
to be Imogen.

No, no, no, no, no!
No, no, no!

Move the vehicle
to the north road.

Hey, what's happening?

What does it look like?

No, no, no.

Adilah!

Adilah! Adilah!

Back up! Back up!

Come on, get up.
Come on.

Get up. Get up.

What country, friends, is this?

♪ Love, love is a verb

♪ Love is a doing word

♪ Fearless on my breath

♪ Gentle impulsion

♪ Shakes me, makes me lighter

♪ Fearless on my breath

Hi!

Hello, hello!

Welcome to the shitshow.
Miracles do happen.

Do they?

Yeah, well,

they never send anybody
to help us out here. Never.

They say, "You should think
it's bad where you are.

Well, you should see
blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

And then I speak to blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah,

and they've been told the same
bullshit about us.

This badge has nothing on it.

Well, they didn't tell
us who you are

they just said they were
sending someone.

So who are you?

I was due to go
home five days ago.

And then they said
you needed someone urgently.

Really? They said that?

I said, I suppose I might
as well pop by.

Of course.

Only adds an extra
50 hours to the journey.

Oh, yeah?

Why not? Personally,
I love travelling

on really dangerous
mountain roads

and putting my foot on the brake

and carrying on
because of the fucking ice.

Why wouldn't you?

So where is home?

London.

I think.

Righty-o.

So that's Main Street.

The streets are numbered
left to right. Sort of.

And this is Times Square.

You make it here
you can make it anywhere.

If you don't like the weather,
just wait five minutes.

Estimated 10,000 refugees here,
mostly Syrians. Some Yazidis.

Mostly women.
ISIS killed the men.

Fuck!

You all right?

Sorry. I was just
counting back

the days since they
asked me to come here.

And I just realised,
today is my birthday.

Are you serious?

Today is the 28th, right?

Today is the 29th.

Fuck! It's even worse.

I have to call my mother.
She'll assume I'm dead.

I don't have mobile service
up here. Do you have comms?

It's the comms shack
right there.

You're very funny.

Oh, thank you.

The comms is this way.

I have to pee first.

The toilets are frozen.

They always are, aren't they?

I'm used to it.

Hey, where are you going?

Why is there a military uniform
inside the camp?

That soldier's there
for the protection

of a French woman.

One of the Yazidis
recognised her from Raqqah.

Apparently she's ISIS.

What's her name?

She says her name's
Adilah El Idrissi.

Who knows.
Could be anything.

Did you report it?

Yeah. We sent her fingerprints
off to the French spooks.

Wherever they are.

And the Americans in Doha,
like they give a flying fuck.

But that guard...

he sneaks off at night,
to get warm.

I'd give you good money
that, well, we'll find her

with her throat cut before
anyone even looks at that email.

Then again I was
in Dohuk, in Iraq.

I saw what those ISIS
animals were capable of.

Was fucking disgusting.

And you'd happily
slit her throat yourself.

Wouldn't you?

I don't know.

A knife, bottle of Arak,
you never know.

I need to make that call.

Yes. You wanna do happy
birthdays with your mum, then?

Philippe, the French wanker,
he'll hook you up.

Oh!

Hi. I need to use comms.

Sorry, Imogen.
I was sent to help out.

They never send us
anybody to help out.

Look, I need to speak
to my mother in Wimbledon

and you would get embarrassed
and I would get embarrassed.

Would you go for a walk?

By the way, you can't
really smoke in here.

Yes, I really can.

I'm here.
The situation has changed.

There was an incident
before I arrived.

Witnesses confirm
she's one of the few female

high level commanders in ISIS.

The prints are inconclusive.

Try to get her to do Edip Koi
Camp as quick as you can.

The Americans are circling.
And we want to get to her first.

I've no doubt you'll get

something out of her
before that.

I will.

I know this is lost on you,
but be careful.

Who are you?

I'm an NGO worker.

Guy sent me
to assess her condition.

Why don't you give us
some privacy?

Why would you
want to keep me alive?

I speak French.

Yes, but your accent
is very bad.

Is it?

Right. Erm, we have a pledge
to keep people alive.

Like doctors.

You're not a doctor.

No.

What are you?

Do you need a doctor?

Someone stabbed me
in the fights.

I didn't notice until after.

You need antibiotics.

No, If they give me medicine,
it will be poison.

No one will poison you.

They hate me.

Do you deserve to be hated?

Where did you learn
to speak English?

At school.

Where did you go to school?

Outside Paris.
They taught us English there.

I like English.

The poets.

Me too.

My father used to
read them to me.

Has anyone checked that?

Why do you care about me?

I suppose I have a conscience.

It dictates how I am
in the world.

When I was little,
I rescued worms.

Worms?

Yeah, insects.

So am I a worm or an insect?

You are the bee in my bonnet.

I don't know what that means.

It means no one will poison you.

I will be dead soon anyway.

Well, I doubt they would dare
come for you if I was here.

You cannot smoke in here.

Oh, fuck off.

Did the English woman
call her mother?

Yes.

What did they talk about?

I don't know. She sent me out.

I called Pieter at HQ. He said
he knew nothing about her.

Did she ask you any questions?

She just wanted to know if
she could Zoom from my laptop.

Now, I've been thinking,

since when do they send
non-medical aid workers up here

to help us out,
when it's minus 20

with 10 feet of fuckin' snow?

Sometimes, when I close my eyes,

I see all the people
looking at me.

Who are touching me
like I'm a thing.

Jesus. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Start from the beginning.

I was still in school.

I loved mathematics, I wanted
to be an engineer, actually.

Someone saw me in a launderette.

They took some photos,
and I got invited to Paris.

I left school.

I'd never been
into the city before.

I mean, not the Paris
everyone knows.

I started to drink.

Too much. And there were
the drugs, and, you know.

Men?

Yes, men.

You know, one man.

Good man or bad man?

Bad man.

My family disowned me
from all of it.

I had very few choices.

How the fuck did
being a model in Paris,

lead you to a tent
in a refugee camp?

Accused of being in ISIS?

They say you were trying
to give sacks of flour

to mothers with small children.

I have a child.

In Raqqah?

In Paris.

I left her.

She's the only reason
I would want to stay alive.

All I want is just
to have a life with her.

But I'm afraid
that will never happen.

A mother should never
have to lose her child.

If you are okay with it,
I will get you antibiotics.

And I will try
to get you out of Syria,

to a camp in Turkey.

There you can make a claim
to be repatriated

and you will be
processed properly.

Do you mind if I smoke?

Run!

Stop!

Go!

So that little drama proves

you're not a bleeding heart
NGO worker.

You're a liar.

I am lying.

You found a way to be a little
less lonely here, haven't you?

Is there just one?

Or are there many?

So is this the big reveal?

Is this why they sent you here?

No, but it is the reason you'll
allow me to leave with her.

And enough petrol to get me
across the border to Turkey.

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

Women, children and babies.

Brutalised, raped and murdered.

And you hold hands with her?
You trust her?

These radicalised
European fighters,

they're smart, well-educated,
they seldom repent.

All I'm doing is try to...
I'm trying to create a system.

For this filthy chaos
and broken humanity.

I'm nothing. I'm harmless.

Your new friend
from Paris is not.

If I file a report,
you're fucked.

If you do as I ask...

I'll leave you
to your conscience.

Who the fuck are you?

She will need injections.

I'm trained to do that.

You're not
taking a guard with you?

How can you not know
that this woman is your enemy

whose only desire
is to cut your throat?

Maybe I do know.

Hey, let's agree
no smoking in the car.

Those cigarettes
make me feel sick.

Right.

If we are establishing
road trip rules,

let's agree on something else.

We've got no radio.
We have to talk.

Oh, come on, I saved your life.
You owe me.

Okay. We talk.

Not about boring things
like food or sex, or music.

What then?

Let's start with family.

Mostly Shakespeare.

You like Shakespeare?

What? You don't think
I would know Shakespeare?

My father was a school teacher
who taught English.

And my grandfather, he used
to read me Shakespeare.

He was an intellectual.
Of the Algerian kind.

Anger and self-pity.

Mmm.

He was also a hero
of the Algerian Revolution.

Grandpa was okay.

But the rest, not?

The rest not. No.

I have a trash can in my memory.

Most of my family are in there.

Where are we?

I took the long way
around the mountain.

We're in Turkey now.

I just dreamt I was in Paris.

How long since you saw her?

Too long.

Oh, my God!
Oh, she's beautiful.

How old is she?

She's 10 now.

How does a mother
leave her daughter behind?

What?

I said, how could a mother
leave her child behind?

Do you have children?

No.

But the question still stands.

Explain to me
how you leave your child.

I... I just couldn't
bring her with me.

It's your turn now.
Your family...

They're dead.

My mother died when I was born.
My father when I was 16.

Do you have a man?

Occasionally.

The most American American,

America has ever produced.

Compared to you,
everything about me is boring.

You're the granddaughter
of a communist revolutionary

who became a model
and then joined ISIS,

and likes Shakespeare.

You don't "join" them.

You jump off a cliff.

Give me your arm.

Okay.

You haven't asked me
to hand over my knife yet.

I haven't asked you
for your knife,

because I'm not afraid of you.

When the Yazidi women came,
you fought like someone

who really knows how to fight.

When I was younger,
I was attacked.

After that,
I learned to protect myself.

Were you trained to fight?

Yes.

And kill?

Yes.

Did you?

No.

Please don't lie to me.

When I was in Raqqah,

we moved to a small village.

We had to gather up
all the people.

The men and the boys,
they took away and they, uh...

There was a garage,
where big trucks park.

It had really high fences.

And a dog.

They shot the dog
to remove the trucks.

The women we locked in there.

The fighters would come
whenever they wanted,

and do whatever they wanted
to the women and the girls.

At the camp,
the Yazidi women said

you were seen giving orders
to male fighters.

The people that said
that don't speak French.

I was yelling in French.

Yelling what?

I was trying to stop it.

It was, uh...

I was in shock.

The other two women
I had travelled with

were putting heads onto spikes
in the railings of the school.

So when everyone was sleeping,

I went to the garage
and I unlocked the gates.

I set the captive
Yazidi women free.

And I told them to run.

What about you?

I joined some refugees
walking to the border.

I had taken off my niqab,

but someone in the camp
still recognised me.

That is the truth.

I've never killed anyone.

The fighters know
that I released the women.

And when we get to Edip Koi,
they will be there.

They will know me, and they
will kill me more surely

than the Yazidi woman
ever could have.

So you want the truth?

You are taking me
to Edip Koi to die.

I will be thrown in
with all the others,

and there will be no one crazy,

and kind like you
there to save me.

Hi!

- Bonjour.
- Max Peterson.

Hey, listen,
do you think you can help me

figure this out for a sec?

So I'm just standing here,
and I'm watching this

blue point of light
travelling north.

That is a French
Control Information Stream.

And I'm asking myself,
why the fuck are the DGSC

allowing this guy Malik
to run a British agent

who he was fucking
in her apartment, in London,

on a regular basis only
three and a half months ago.

What the fuck are you doing,
watching secure material

on a cell phone
in a public place?

Whoa, whoa.
Take it easy.

I'll answer that after
you answer my next question.

Why are the DGSC
allowing the Genie of Raqqah,

all right, this fucking
ticking time bomb,

to roam free and unrestricted

across the territory
of a NATO ally,

with only your girlfriend
for company.

That is a French operation.

You have no jurisdiction...

And no rights to intercept...

- Hey!
- ...our intelligence.

Now, Monsieur Peterson,
you must be tired.

We have a car waiting.

Give me my fucking phone, dude.

You are in France.

I will return it to you
when it has been cleared.

That's my fucking phone!

And it has my fucking
family photos on it.

Motherfucker!
Give me my phone!

Is there a problem, gentlemen?

Not anymore.

Thank you.
Thank you for your service.

That was pretty embarrassing
and undignified.

Of you.

Welcome to France.

Yeah, I hate France.

Look, for reasons we are
not yet prepared to divulge,

the United States
of America is officially

taking over this investigation.

You will do nothing.

To interfere now would endanger

the French authorised handler

who's currently
active in the field.

Tell your girlfriend
in the blue light,

to expect a series
of real-time escalations.

Of course,
as we have 30 minutes left,

you have to tell me something.

Honestly, I think I'm afraid
it may completely undo me.

I lost something.

A long time ago.

And I've been trying
to find out why I lost it since.

Your life.

Explain to me why
the beautiful daughter

of intellectuals and communists,

would take a flight,
and cross borders

and walk up mountains,

to join that
ugly, brutal circus.

I don't know why I did it.

I think you know that.

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

Okay. Here goes.

Do you have her?

I have very little time.
I'm at a truck stop.

We know where you are.
Do you have her?

Yes.

Do you think she is
the woman we're looking for?

I don't know yet.

Your instinct?

My instinct doesn't know yet.

I think she was but
I don't know if she still is.

Does she trust you?

Of course.
She's making mistakes,

but she's very smart.

So I don't want your people
all over us, fucking it up.

You're no longer following
the directive, Imogen.

Please.

Not again.

Please don't speak
to the real me,

it is extremely unhelpful.

Wait, there is something...

"Such as we are made of,
such we be."

Adilah, my friend,

you should know that I have

absolutely zero idea
what comes next.

Silly girl.

Begin.

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead
you rascal you

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead
you rascal you

♪ You know you've done me wrong

♪ You done stole
my wife and gone

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead
you rascal you

♪ I'm gonna kill you
just for fun you rascal you

♪ I'm gonna kill you
just for fun you rascal you

♪ I'm gonna kill you
just for fun

♪ The bugs can have you
when I'm done

♪ I'll be glad when you're dead
you rascal you ♪