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Darling Violet,

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

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

- Where is she? - Here.

The target claims to be Adilah El Idrissi from Paris.

She left behind a daughter. 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.

All I need you to do is analyze them.

We're here to see Mr. Demir. This lady needs to get to Paris.

$2,000 now,

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

The Book of Surprises from the 14th century.

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

There are seven djinn kings.

One for each day of the week.

They can change into anything.

Using DNA evidence, the Americans

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

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.

Black aces and eights. Dead man's hand.

You're having a laugh. I'm making millions.

Close the door, man!

Door, man! What are you doing?

Geez louise. - Haven't heard that in ages.

There's some guy out there I've never seen before.

Yeah, all right.

I'm out. - Yeah, take your money.

Of course you can't. It's full of money.

Hello.

It is customary for all visitors to this camp

to report to the UNHCR.

So could I see some identification right now, please?

Hey, mate.

Identify yourself.

My name.

My name is...

I have her cell phone.

So, it can begin.

And so it can begin.

I got the call.

It's time.

You can't move into check.

And yet I so often do.

Gosh. You know what I've missed most living in the camps?

The smell of a Western pharmacy when you walk in.

The soap.

The perfume, the... the cleanliness.

Just...

It's the finest achievement of civilization.

Why would you regularly help people

cross international borders?

I didn't say I did it regularly.

I did it once before. It was a woman and her baby.

I went to Istanbul,

got them passports and crossed the border with them.

Because you are an angel.

Yes. I am an angel

of the Pharmacy of the church of St. Boots.

You and I have been together for far, far too long.

We've actually only been alone together for 77 hours.

Can we help you?

I love chess. I am obsessed.

Mm-mmm.

That's cheating.

He might be bad at chess.

He might be a grand master.

I am somewhere in between but closer to grand master.

Your king is now where he should be.

All will now fall into place.

Hi.

Adilah, don't leave the apartment I've arranged for you.

Just stick to the plan.

We'll speak tomorrow.

Welcome to Charles De Gaulle.

Yasmina.

- Yasmina. - Mama!

Adilah.

Bonjour.

Bonjour.

You look terrible.

Why are you still in Paris?

I thought your DNA miracle closed the case.

Oh, the investigation into Adilah El Idrissi was closed.

All right, and then...

two NGO workers were executed

next to the tent where she was detained.

Is it true that the French intelligence systems

close at 5:00 and open at 9:00 like a grocery store?

What has happened?

Okay. I am declaring this intelligence briefing official

at... let's see... 8:15 French time.

As the rep of the Paris station CIA...

No. -...I am opening a briefing session with...

With?

Okay, doesn't wanna give us his name.

With a representative of the DGSE to officially inform him

of pertinent developments in an anti-terrorism investigation

that took place early this morning.

And as the sole source of this intelligence,

CIA Paris station hereby claims primacy

in the consequent investigation

into the anti-terrorism investigation

referred to previously as Operation Genie of Raqqa.

I now ask my French colleague to respond to my request

to share fresh and relevant intelligence with him.

Fuck you.

Okay.

Copy that.

Uh, uh. I'm sorry, I don't, uh...

Your-Your friend. He did not pay for his coffee.

You're kidding me.

Course, he didn't. I am so sorry, my man. How much was it?

4.60.

4.60. Okay, I'll tell you what.

You keep that, all right. Keep the change.

America always picks up the tab, baby.

When you're dead,

no one will be able to touch your bodies

because of contamination.

These are your death shrouds.

Put them on now, so you're wearing 'em when you die.

So you will be appropriately dressed when you reach heaven.

Remember, once you've exposed the cores

of the radiology machines,

you'll have three minutes to get them out of their casings

and into the water inside the lead containers.

Within one minute of exposure to the cores, you'll be very sick.

After two minutes, you may be blind.

After three minutes,

you'll be dead.

So the task must be completed within three minutes.

We need both cores.

You've practiced the movements and seen diagrams many times.

In the three minutes you have before death,

think only of the final consequence.

Must be nice to be yourself again.

I need two things, Malik.

I need a shower, and I need to be left alone to pursue this.

Imogen, I was shown a photograph of two dead bodies in the snow

by an American who is always 12 hours ahead of me.

Early this morning,

the director of the refugee camp was shot dead

along with the head of communications.

And we believe that it was no accident

that their bodies were found next to the tent

where Adilah El Idrissi was kept in isolation.

The body of a low-grade ISIS volunteer

known to the MIT was found dead

with a single gunshot to the head

45 kilometers away on a mountain road.

Ultimate intelligence hygiene in the manner of the Russian FSB.

Voilà.

Merci.

As of course you must understand,

the murders at the camp have changed things,

and the case has been reopened.

It's not reopened because it was never closed for me.

I knew it was her, not Sabaine.

You were right, okay? You were right.

Say it again in French.

But you can't keep going rogue.

We are now on French soil.

The DGSE will not allow a lone British agent

to handle a high-value target without French supervision.

It simply cannot happen.

Also, the DRSD, the PRGB,

and the DCPJ will need to be involved,

and also the Americans.

They believe that inside the head

of whatever the fuck she is to you,

there is a plan to kill a massive amount of people.

And you're still sure she's capable of that?

Everyone is capable of everything.

Adilah El Idrissi's apartment has already been wired

with devices, and her phone is tapped.

She isn't going back to her apartment.

- Why not? - 'Cause I warned her not to.

I told her she'd be under surveillance.

Fuck.

I mean, I know where she's going.

So where's she going?

Imogen, the president of the United States

is briefed on the progress of this investigation

every fucking day.

Then tell the president of the United States

that no one else can achieve what I can achieve.

And what is it that you can achieve?

Ladies and gentlemen,

may I please have your attention?

My wonderful boyfriend just asked me to marry him!

Merci.

And I said yes!

To true, true love.

To true love.

Adilah El Idrissi is a shape-shifter.

And so am I.

You can tell the president of the United States

I know what the fuck I'm doing.

My Violet.

Can you remember her face?

Emir.

I'm not sure who she really is.

I need to find out if she knows anything about our plan.

So, what is this woman like?

There's something...

intangible about her. Can't name.

Sounds like someone I know.

Even though we're lying to each other,

I feel like I've been more honest with her

than most people.

You and I are the same.

We're all the same in this thing we do.

But you always go too far.

You disappear.

Even to yourself.

And to me.

I'm here now.

When you were in Istanbul,

I was worried that it would bring back too many memories.

Are my calls being intercepted?

Of course they are.

Don't take the call.

- Please do... - Hello.

Hi. It's me. How are you?

I've been drinking champagne and scotch.

What about you?

I imagine it's a little bit

overwhelming being back home.

It's everything.

I just had the longest bath with Yasmina.

She's sleeping now.

- Sir, I need you to hear this. - So let's meet.

I know the perfect place.

It's a restaurant called Guy Savoy.

It's on the Quai de Conti.

- Okay. - Okay, let's say 7:30.

Yes. - Perfect. I'll see you then.

If you know you're being surveilled,

why did you make a rendezvous?

To help your department maintain control.

How very kind of you.

You're welcome.

We arranged the real rendezvous on the plane

'cause I knew my phone would be bugged.

Now that I've done that on a tapped line,

you can send your people there tonight at 7:30.

Find out who else is listening to my calls.

I do these things purely in the interests

of Anglo-French relations.

So in the interest of Anglo-French relations,

you now tell me where you're really meeting her.

I will debrief you tomorrow morning.

Fine. No problem. I'll have you followed.

Ooh. Good luck with that.

Boo!

Salut.

Salut.

Why did you choose here?

You a big Morrison fan?

No, it's on all the maps.

It's easy to find.

I'm taking you to a grave that's more obscure.

Come.

The grave of my grandfather.

I often used to come here to talk to him.

Grandfather who was in the revolution?

A hero of the revolution.

What does the line in Arabic say?

You already know what the line in Arabic says, Imogen.

If Imogen is even your real name.

Still here.

The revolver he used to fight the French colonizers.

Instead of burying it with him,

I put it in a place where I could reach it.

When I was young and fucked up,

I thought someday I might do this.

Or when people made me really angry,

when people lied to me, I thought I might do this.

Now, I would love for you to explain to me

why you're helping me.

I want you to explain in the presence of my grandfather.

He was always able to tell the truth from lies.

And if your grandfather decides I'm lying?

Then one of the bullets he put into the chamber 70 years ago

will serve its original purpose.

Can I sit down?

Annihilation of the self has always fascinated me.

When I was younger, my father was assassinated,

and I became very familiar with death.

He was a British diplomat.

I grew up all over the world.

And when I was 16, we were in Istanbul,

and he was blown to pieces in a diplomatic car.

They said there was absolutely nothing left of him.

He was just made of dust.

See, I think being a diplomat was just my father's cover.

So who assassinated him then?

The TDKP.

The Revolutionary Communist Party of Turkey.

Which... the rumor is... Was controlled by the CIA.

The thing that stuck with me,

really struck me,

was that there was nothing left of him for anyone to bury.

So I couldn't understand

what they'd put in the coffin.

One day, the person is there,

and then the next, they're just not.

Strangest thing.

That was not an answer to my question.

Right. Um.

When I grew up, I followed in my father's footsteps.

Uh, I worked in embassies around the world...

and then I was recruited as an operative

for British Intelligence.

MI6.

You are a British agent?

Yes.

I was sent to the camp to make contact with you.

The French and the Americans thought

you were someone very important.

Then, apparently, some DNA test proved

that you weren't important at all.

And so, it's all over.

I'm just a mid-level British agent

whose assignment has been terminated,

and you're a woman who made a terrible decision long ago.

On the other hand, maybe not entirely innocent.

So why are you still helping me?

An obsession with annihilation and those who seek it.

I do want you to s... Hold your daughter again,

without being under constant surveillance.

And I like you.

Never really like anyone.

The inscription says, "One day, the common people will prevail."

But what's your grandfather's verdict?

Am I telling the truth or am I lying?

Grandfather says...

"The woman is telling the truth."

Is it done?

Michal and Farroukh sacrificed their lives

removing the cores and putting them in the container.

We will be with you within 24 hours. Inshallah.

Hi. Uh, whiskey double, right?

S'il vous plaît.

So interesting they thought you could be the Djinn Al Raqqa.

So, who is the Djinn?

She's brilliant.

Smarter than any of the male commanders.

She may have designed the entire plot.

Very impressive.

But I knew the truth about you as soon as I saw you.

What is the truth about me?

You're just a mother who loves her daughter.

You could never be the kind of woman who would plan a plot

to kill thousands of people.

Adilah, the Americans.

They're never gonna let you just walk away.

Even if they don't think you're the Djinn.

If they know you are ISIL, they will capture you,

and interrogate you and probably torture you.

So will you help me and my daughter get to safety?

I need a cigarette. I'll be back in a second.

You ever wonder how we'd do this job if we didn't drink?

No. Don't be ridiculous.

I think she's playing a double game.

She's still working for them, and she knows everything.

But she's also trying to escape with her daughter.

I need her to believe I'm helping her with that,

and she'll stay close to me.

And I know she's going to tell us what we need to know.

Oh, yeah. I forgot. You can just feel these things, right?

The deal you and I have is that I do what the fuck I need to do,

and you report what I find out back to Langley.

I will report that you're in a good place with the target

and that you're reporting directly to CIA Paris station.

We'll keep the French intelligence at a distance

till you have something to share

that we think they can be trusted with.

You know your tasking.

You can move to phase two with my permission.

I'm officially moving to phase fuck you.

The only reason I'm working with you

is because in order to operate, I need to know everything.

And I've calculated that the Americans know the most

because they have the most money and superior equipment.

Copy that.

Have you thought about the fact that the camp assassination

was done in the style of the Russian FSB?

Of course.

Coincidence.

Hmm.

Never trust those, myself.

By the way...

I do need you to do something for me.

I want confirmation that the TDKP was a cover for the CIA,

and that they assassinated Marcus Seabright.

And I want to know why.

That's a mighty big ask for you to work out some daddy issues.

You've done your research.

It's highly classified.

Why would I do that for you?

Because I've done my research as well.

Morocco. 2013.

When do you want it?

5:00 p.m. Your hotel bar.

The martinis are the best in Paris. From one who knows.

And here I just thought you liked me

for my winning personality.

Some guy came and sat next to me.

I paid the bill.

I can help you, but I need some time.

And I need you to stay with me.

I can protect you from the Americans.

But the deal is Yasmina has to go back to Nour

until we know exactly what we're doing. She's not safe with us.

I need you to believe me.

Everything depends on her safety.

So what's your real name?

The best lies are mostly true.