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- Portia.
- Mmm. Tomas.

As usual, your timing is impeccable.

Thank you.

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.

Uh, what are you talking about?

Who are you?

I'm the person who has recorded
and memorized 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.

Very stupid, Tom.

Very stupid.

You fucking bitch.

Hmm.

Good luck.

Tomas Schmidt.

All done. No fuss, no muss.

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

I would like my name to be Imogen.

♪ And all I care about is you ♪

♪ You're stuck on me like a tattoo ♪

♪ You're stuck on me like a tattoo ♪

No, no, no, no, no.

Move the vehicle to the north road.

To the food station. What are you doing?

Hey, what's happening?

Uh, what does it look like?

Stop it! Stop it!

No food will be distributed until the
vehicle reaches the food station!

Stop it! Stop it!

No food will be distributed until the
vehicle reaches the food station!

Climb down.

Give each other space!

Stop it!

Give each other space!

Mothers with young children under five.

Daesh!

Daesh!

Daesh! ISIS!

No!

Back up. Back up!

Come on. Bring her. 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 shit show.

Miracles do happen.

Do they?

Yeah. Well, they never send
anybody to help us out here. Never.

Hmm.

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

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

And then you speak to blah,
blah, blah, blah, blah,

and they're being 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.

- Well, yeah. Yeah.
- Why not?

Personally, I love traveling
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.

Rightio.
So that's Main Street.

The streets are numbered left to right.
Sort of.

This is Times Square.

You make it here,
you can make it anywhere.

And 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 realized
today is my birthday.

- Are you serious?
- Yes. Today is the 28th, right?

Today's the 29th.

Fuck. That'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?
- That'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 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
recognized her from Raqqa.

Apparently she's ISIS.

What's her name?

Well, she says her name's
Adilah El Idrissi, but who knows?

It could be anything.

Did you report it?

Yeah.

We sent her fingerprints off
to the French spooks, wherever they are.

To 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.

It was fucking disgusting.

And you'd happily slit her throat
yourself, wouldn't you?

I don't know.

Knife, bottle of arak.

You never know.

I need to make that call.

Yes.

If 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?

Thanks.

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 the Edip Köyü camp
as quick as you can.

The Americans are circling,
and we want to get to her first.

I have 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?

Adilah...

I want to talk to you.

My name is Imogen Salter.

I work with an NGO.

I think I might be able to help you.

Can I come in?

Help me with what?

Help you with staying alive.

Why would you want to keep me alive?

- I speak French.
- Yes, but your accent is very bad.

Is it?

Right, um.

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 fight.

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?

And, 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 Englishwoman 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
nonmedical aid workers up here

to help us out when it's minus 20
with ten feet of fucking snow?

Sometimes when I close my eyes,
I see all the people looking at me

or 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.

So I left school.

And 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.

I mean, 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 tried to give sacks of
flour to mothers with small children.

I have a child.

In Raqqa?

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.

Don't come closer!

Go!

So that little drama proves
you're not a bleeding-heart NGO worker.

You're a liar.

I'm lying?

You've 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 brutalized,
raped and murdered.

And you hold hands with her.
You trust her.

These radicalized 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.

The 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.

So who are the English poets
that you like?

Mostly Shakespeare.

You like Shakespeare?

What?

You don't think I would
know Shakespeare?

My father was a schoolteacher
who taught English,

and my grandfather,
he used to read me Shakespeare.

He was an intellectual

of the Algerian kind,

anger and self-pity.

Hmm.

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.

Malik.

Talk to me about the most
wanted woman in the world.

She says her name is Adilah El Idrissi

and that she is a French citizen
from Paris.

She was identified by witnesses
in the refugee camp

as a senior ISIS commander
called Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

A French Algerian from Marseilles.

She claims she is innocent.

She was positively identified...

...by six different Yazidi witnesses.

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 ten 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.

There are very few
female ISIS commanders.

We think they could
be the same person...

...they also described her
as the 'Djinn Al Raqqa.'

The Genie of Raqqa.

Genie's original Arabic meaning
is 'Shape Shifter.'

No one on our list of persons of
interest has the name Adilah El Idrissi.

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 Americans are arriving
at the refugee camp tomorrow morning.

I'm sure with American fanfare.

To supposedly do
a 'survey of viral infections.'

They're raiding
a United Nations holding camp?

To look for the target's DNA.

They have sent this man to Paris.

The most American American
America has ever produced.

He is your idea of hell and it means
they are taking this very seriously.

The target is French.
This is still a French led operation.

Even though the director forced us
to ask MI6 for help?

Because she's the best
in the world at this.

If this woman is lying abouther
identity, she will find out.

Do you think you
might be a little biased?

Either way...

...the most American American is landing
in the morning.

I want you there. Make him feel welcome.

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.

And Malik, this is highly classified...

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.

I'll inform the British agent
of the escalation.

If the woman in the car
is a genie or a devil,

Imogen will find out.

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 learnt to protect myself.

Were you trained to fight?

- Yes.
- And kill?

Yes.

And did you?

No.

Please don't lie to me.

When I was in Raqqa,
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 traveled with

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

It was madness.

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.

And I had taken off my niqab,

but someone in the camp
still recognized me.

That is the truth.

I've never killed anyone.

The fighters know
that I released the women.

When we get to Edip Köyü,
they will be there.

They will know me,

and they will kill me more surely
than the Yazidi women ever could have.

So, you want the truth?
You are taking me to Edip Köyü 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.

Max Peterson.

Agent Amar.

- This way please.
- Hey, listen.

See if you can help me
figure this out for a sec.

So I'm just standing here,

and I'm... I'm watching this
blue point of light traveling north.

That is a French-controlled
information stream.

And I'm asking myself,

why the fuck are the DGSE 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 DGSE allowing
the Genie of Raqqa, 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. Mm-hmm.

You have no jurisdiction and no right
to intercept 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.

It's OK.

Thank you. Thank you for your service.

Fuck!

Now, that was pretty embarrassing
and undignified

of you.

- Welcome to France.
- I hate France.

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

the United States of America has
officially taken over this investigation.

- You will do nothing to interfere with...
- Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

...or endanger the
French-authorized handler

who is currently active in the field.

Tell your girlfriend in the blue light to
expect a series of real-time escalations.

And so it always goes.

Car says we have 30 minutes left.

You have to tell me something.

Tell me who you are.

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

I lost something.

Long time ago.

And I've been trying to find out

why I lost it ever 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's 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's something I need...

For 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.

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 birds can have you
When I'm done ♪

♪ I'll be glad
When you're dead ♪

♪ You rascal you ♪