All language subtitles for Collateral 2018 S01E04 720p H264 BONE

["Bright Side of the Road"
by Van Morrison  plays]

♪ From the dark end of the street ♪

[music stops]

-[phone beeps]
-This is Nathan Bilk. Leave a message.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

-We kick down the front door...
-Oh, yeah?

...I'll bet you 500 pounds
he comes out the back.

-I don't have that kind of money.
-Nor do I. That's why I want the bet.

-Which way?
-That way.

Right, come on, boys.

Good morning, ma'am. This way.

[man] Three, two, one.

Go!

Garage team go left.

Team ascending stairs.

Someone check on the cars.

Clear.

Clear.

All clear.

-Clear.
-Clear.

[police radio squawks indistinctly]

Oi, armed police!

Armed police, don't fucking move!

Do not fucking move!

Don't fucking move!

You're Mehmet Akman... I think.

In you go.

How'd you find him?

They got him off the film
on Fatima's phone.

Rakhee's been running
facial recognition all night.

How many we looking for?

Three identifiable on the beach,
these two.

Last one's trickier. Kip's up there.

So, you're joining us at last?

-You went ahead without me.
-I called you three times.

I turned it off.

Do they both live here?

Seems like it.

You sure you got the right people?

If you'd seen the film...

Look. Here she is.

This looks like her.

Look.

You can see half a name.

Find the cafe.

How do I do that?

I thought you were good
at that sort of thing.

I'll catch up. Got to make a quick stop.

Don't we have to interview the Turks?

Watch the film, then start the interviews.

I'm sure you can manage without me.

[man] I thought you must be
a night-worker.

Not me.

Didn't know MPs work this early.

Who's your boss?

Deborah Clifford.

Now, I like her.

She's tough, isn't she?

-Very.
-Yeah.

It's what you lot need.

If you say so.

Look, just let me out here.

[bell tolls]

You know what you're in for.

-Do I get coffee?
-No.

-You've got one.
-So?

On no account piss me about.

You've spent four days avoiding me.

There was a murder in my constituency.

Oh, and you can't multitask?

Don't be a prick, David.

All right, if this is what
you want to talk about.

We have an immigration policy
which makes no sense.

That's for me to decide.

No, it's for you to listen to colleagues

-who respectfully disagree with you.
-Wrong.

The time for listening is over.

I need to attract back

all the people that hate us
and get them voting Labour again.

It's called a free market, Deborah.

-You know what comes with a free market?
-I think I do.

The free movement of people.
You can't have one without the other.

What is this, civics class?

We're not going to be able
to build hospitals, schools,

do any of the things that we need,

unless we have a dynamic economy,

and that's never gonna happen
in a place called Fortress Britain.

This isn't your remit,

-you're shadow Transport Secretary.
-Thank you.

And I've heard it before.

All right, yeah, let's just put
the Labour party aside

for a few moments.

What are we gonna do
for the next 300 years?

Live behind walls?

Is that a serious policy?

Keep people out
because we're rich and they're poor,

and that's the way
it's gonna stay? Forever?

I don't think so. History tells us
that's never gonna work.

The one thing we do know
is that things change.

They always do.

So, for God's sake,
let's be open to that change.

I'm not gonna debate
at 6 o'clock in the morning.

You chose the time, not me.

You say, "Put the Labour party aside."

Well, you may want to do that,
but I can't.

I'm riding a horse
that's been shot through the legs,

and all I care about
is getting it up and running again,

and I'll do anything to make that happen,
including sacking you.

You don't give any more interviews
sounding sorrier for immigrants

than for the people who've lived here
a hundred years.

That's non-negotiable.

You're all over the papers.

If we hear "nasty little country"
once more,

you're out.

I can get you deselected,
and I'll do it, too.

Well, that's very clear. Thank you.

I've tried to be clear.

-You've succeeded.
-I didn't want ambiguity.

-There's none.
-Good.

And vote for unfettered powers
for the security services tonight,

along with the rest of the party.

Is that it? Is the meeting over?

It's over.

Oh, what's this about

signing the application
for an illegal overstayer?

Who told you that?

Who's having an affair with a gay vicar?

Great.

I can't wait to read about that
in the press.

Well?

Can I go back to bed?

[Laurie] Dear Jane...

I'm gonna go now.

I've got to sort things out for myself.

Whatever that means.

Funny how you're never ready
when the moment comes.

You think you'll be ready,
but you're not.

I knew what was right, and I ignored it.

What can I do?

Thanks for listening.

It means the world to me
to talk to a priest.

Laurie.

-Have you any idea what time it is?
-No.

Well, I do because I've got
a friend up there.

Well, the quicker you answer my questions,

the quicker you can get back to her.

Or him.

-Coffee?
-No.

What's this about?

So, I had a meeting on Tuesday

at Harlsfleet Detention Center
with Mona and Fatima Asif.

But I'm telling you something
the Evening Standard already knows.

-Do I know that?
-I'm sure you do.

How else could you have splashed
the story the next day?

Oh, I get it.

This is the police asking journalists
to disclose their sources, is it?

I wouldn't expect that.

I know how deep
your professional ethics go.

First came
the economic migrant bollocks...

Is it bollocks though?

I don't think so.

Then the Islamic gang war bollocks.
Where did that one come from?

Someone's spitting
in your mouth, Robert...

and I've got a fair idea who it is.

What do you want to ask?

Nothing.

I don't want to ask anything.

That's why I came in person.
I didn't want to phone.

I wanted to see your face when I said
"security services."

I'm not telling you anything.

No.

Thank you.

Go and join your friend.

[Fatima] Please,
my sister's having the baby.

She needs a hospital.

She was promised a hospital.

She needs a midwife.

Okay, I'll call for an ambulance.

Your boots.

Come on, hurry up.

It's all right.

Don't be frightened.

Why are you carrying a gun?

Sit down.

I've come to talk to you
about your husband.

Tim?

He's Major Dyson to me.

Can you put the gun down please,
Sandrine?

It's impossible to talk.

Tim tells me that you had a very bad tour,

and came back distraught.

-He said that, did he?
-Yes.

That's his diagnosis, is it?

I can call him if you like,
get him to join us.

No, it's you I want to talk to.

What your husband told you is a lie.

He's a compulsive liar,

and a lecher,

and he drove his last assistant
to a nervous breakdown.

As I understand it,
she had issues with promiscuity,

and lowered morale
among serving male soldiers.

Is that what he told you?

That's what he said, yes.

And I trust him 100%.

I was out in the garden all night,

thinking about your children

and how they'll have to deal with it.

Deal with what?

Having a rapist for a father.

A rapist? What makes you say that?

What do you think?

What exactly did happen on your last tour?

That's not what we're talking about.

Isn't it?

I went into the military
to serve my country.

Not expecting to be thanked,

nobody expects to be thanked, I didn't,

but expecting to enjoy
what my father called

"the bonds of decency."

Shared values, that's what I wanted.

Your husband shat on those values.

So you claim.

He fucked me for no other reason
but because he had an advantage.

Ask him.

I intend to.

Can I ask you what the advantage was?

I wanted you to know
who you're living with.

You know, don't you?

The woman always knows.

Then you didn't have to tell me.

Well, then fuck you, Phoebe Dyson,
because you know who he is,

and you live with it.

You're the enabler.
You are as guilty as he is.

Please put it down.

Put it down and we can talk this over.

No, there is nothing to talk over.

It's not gonna matter
by the end of today.

What does that mean?

Sandrine...

I'd like you to tell me what that means.

It means you're going to give me your car.

I know you have what nice people
call a run-around.

I have a car, yes.

I'm gonna take it,

and then I'm gonna leave you
for the rest of your ruined life

with your screwed-up fuck
of a rapist husband.

Keys.

[locks click shut]

Zapper.

Thank you.

Now you know who he is,
and you can never say that you don't.

[sirens wail]

[Fatima, in Arabic] It's okay.

You're doing well.

Breathe.

Breathe.

[Mona, in Arabic] Is he going to stay?

Okay, thank you.

-How did the meeting go with our leader?
-Like a dream.

Do I still have a job?

You made a bad career move many years ago.

You should have attached yourself
to a rising star.

-That's what I thought you were.
-No, not me.

I'm not built for the system.

You're built to outwit the system.

Isn't that the point of systems,
to outwit them?

[phone buzzes]

Suki Vincent.

Tell her I'm not here.

Hello.

Yes, he's here.

She said she saw you
committing suicide on television.

Give it here.

Yeah, it's me.

Yeah.

Thank you for asking.

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

The truth is, I have to decide.

-Yeah, yeah.
-Yeah, all right.

Nice to see you.

-Interview rooms two and three.
-All right.

Can you come this way, please?

Yeah, it's Nathan Bilk.

You asked me to call you
and let you know how we were doing.

We got some pictures
of the smugglers last night.

Okay, good. Where?

Mobile phone, good footage.

Picked them up pretty quickly. No problem.

That's what I wanted to ask you.

Can you give us any help?

Yeah, have you heard of Mehmet Akman?

No?

Bhuran Demir?

No.

Is that it?

Is that everyone on the footage?

No, I--

No, I don't know of any woman.

I'm gonna make inquiries though.

Thanks.

Berna?

Bad news, I'm afraid.

Okay.

Berna Yalaz?

Yes.

We've got evidence
you may be involved in illegal activity.

Come on.

Thank you.

Kip, you know how you were looking
for a female soldier?

-Well?
-At Calfhill this morning,

a captain in the Royal Surreys
went crazy, took a hostage.

-She's now disappeared.
-You need to get down there.

Let me know what you find.

-What's her name?
-Sandrine Shaw.

Sir.

I'd close the door if I were you.

Where's Nathan?

He's just in the process
of starting the interviews.

Well, I'm gonna be very interested
in what you have to say.

-I'm sure you will, sir.
-Perhaps you could summarize.

Things are moving.

We've got very good CCTV footage
of the two men.

We've got them on the road
after they dumped Laurie Stone.

-The woman?
-No, she wasn't with them.

So, we've got nothing on the woman
except the phone footage?

We're bringing her in right now.

Rakhee found the cafe
where she has breakfast,

and the owner told us where she lived.

So, we have the smugglers,
but we don't yet know

who killed the pizza man?

My guess is the three Turks
were all working for someone else.

But they will speak, won't they,
given the right incentive?

I ask because you seem to have
developed some extraordinary skill

in getting silent people
to open their mouths.

I was gonna talk to you about this, sir.

So why didn't you?

Yes, a woman sits in Harlsfleet
for 36 hours, giving us nothing.

Suddenly, she gives us everything,
the whole case is thrown wide open.

By what powers of persuasion
did you get her to change her mind?

-What, you thought I wouldn't ask?
-No.

You are so far out to sea, Kip,

I don't know how you think
you're gonna swim back.

Well?

Somehow, at our meeting yesterday...

I felt I had authorization.

Did you?

Yes.

You felt?

To offer British residency to Fatima Asif.

So you went ahead?

You throw the sister in, too?

As a matter of fact I did.

The two of them living in Britain
for the rest of their lives

so we can crack a case?

Did I discuss such an offer?

-Not in so many words.
-Well then.

I discerned it.

It was in the air.

Do you have gifts of the paranormal?

I don't think so.

And even if I had suggested it,
did you think

I was in a position to make such an offer?

-No.
-Then why did you think you were?

How long you been in this job?

-Eight years.
-And you don't get it yet?

We're below stairs, Kip.

We're answerable to everyone,
and we control no one.

You've done eight, I've done 20.
I feel it more.

Sir, don't you think, if they won't
give us any wiggle room,

we have to make some for ourselves?

These are people's lives, Kip.

Have you considered it
from their point of view?

You're holding out hope
you're in no position to give.

Are you at peace with that?
How dare you?

Has it occurred to you
what's gonna happen to these women

when they find out you lied?

I didn't lie, I calculated.

You should have asked me.

I knew if I'd asked you,
you'd have had to say no.

Sir, I think I'm gonna be able
to make good on my promises.

Oh, yeah? How the hell you gonna do that?

You're gambling, Kip.

You don't even know
if this gamble's gonna pay off.

Congratulations.

-You've had a bit of luck.
-Not luck.

Well, no, but...

getting somewhere.

You sound surprised.

-How did you know?
-Sorry?

About our luck. How did you know?

It interests me why you've been
protecting these bastards.

-Have I been protecting them?
-Yes.

You've been feeding
misleading stories to the press.

I was wondering why
you bothered to do that.

I'd wonder that too if it were true.

I've decided there can only be one reason.

What reason's that?

Because you've got a cock in this fight.

Either that, or you're a people smuggler.

Do you have any evidence?

It started as an instinct.

Oh, well.

As a feeling.

A feeling of being played.

Then I spoke to Robert Walsh.

-Robert Walsh? Remind me--
-The friend you were at school with.

That Robert Walsh.

Tottenham, was it?

Highbury.

Just so you know, I've had to offer
residency to Fatima Asif,

and to Mona.

-I'm surprised you can do that.
-I can't.

I need you to fix it for me.

Right. That's why you're here.

Yes.

That's what you need me for.

At MI5, you hand out citizenship
like Smarties

to anyone who helps the cause,
so, Fatima helped the cause.

What's your answer?

You know the answer.
I'm not gonna do that.

Why not?

Protect your arse?

One more corner-cutting detective
who breaks the rules?

At least we have rules.

One more grunt with a grievance?

I don't think so.

I'm holding some people
who are of value to you.

-In what way?
-The last thing you can allow

is for these people
to live their lives behind bars.

We're gonna have to trade, you and I.

We can either do it now,
or we can do it later.

An intelligent man would do it now.

First mistake, Sam,
you took me for an idiot.

I can't believe you're making a second.

Sorry, I think this is a bluff.

If we're going to trade, you'd have to be
holding something important to me.

I am.

If you think those men
are of any significance to me--

Did I say "men"?

Suddenly you're interested.

Okay, breaking news...

we're bringing in Berna Yalaz.

No.

-No deal.
-Think about it.

No, nothing.

What difference does it make to you
if a couple of Iraqis

spend the rest of their lives in Britain?

Not exactly opening the floodgates, is it?

If I did this for you, I'd be admitting
MI5 involvement.

I'm not gonna do that.

Fine.

Although I'm a little shocked
at how lightly you betray your friends.

I'd have expected better of your outfit.

I'm not betraying anyone.

Well, you can discuss that point
when you visit your agent in prison.

Your call.

I'm going back.

Oh, my God, darling, are you all right?

Yes, of course I'm all right.
Why wouldn't I be?

I never thought for a moment
she was going to use it.

Oh, Phoebe, how awful for you.

Yes.

I wonder if I could have
a moment alone with my wife.

Right.

She said you blackmailed her
with something you found out,

and forced her to bed.

Oh, come on, sweetheart.

She'll say anything.

The woman's mad.

Are all women mad?

Do you want me to stay?

She may come back.

I can stay home all day if you like.

The trouble is, Tim...

I believe every word she said.

[woman moans]

Okay.

[moans continue]

How we doing?

Why are you in here?

I've been ordered to stay in the room.

This is inhuman.

This may be acceptable at Harlsfleet,
it is not acceptable here.

Get out of this room.

Now.

Thank you so much.

Now, let's see what we have here.

Look at this. Genevieve sent it.
It's her bank account.

Look, there and there.

Karen's stealing.

Yeah.

Well, I suppose in a way it's a relief.

A relief? Why?

I'm gonna deal with it.

You have to be back for the vote.

-David, you have to.
-Thank you. I will bear that in mind.

Nathan, how you getting on?

Has anyone spoken to Berna yet?

Good, then don't till I get there.

And when's that gonna be?

Kip, are you still there?

-Do we have Berna's phone?
-Yeah.

Good. On no account
allow it into evidence.

Mind if I lead?

So you're not gonna want a lawyer,
are you, Berna?

What makes you think that?

And since we're not yet charging you
of anything, we can leave that off.

Okay by you?

Good.

Just to bring you up to speed,
we're getting DNA evidence

for the murder of Laurie Stone

off the back of a van owned by
Mehmet Akman and Bhuran Demir.

Do you know these men?

Sure.

My whole life.

How so?

From childhood.

Do you know what they do for a living?

Logistics.

And you, what do you do for a living?

I'm a translator.

-Translating what?
-Turkish/English.

That's books?

Books, films.

I do the subtitles.

And that keeps you going, does it?

Turkish cinema is very strong.

Many people think Nuri Bilge Ceylan

is the greatest film director now working.

Did you see Winter Sleep?

Was it at my local Odeon?

I'm not sure why I've been brought in.
You'll have to explain.

Nathan?

'Cause you're starring in a piece of film
helping illegals onto a boat.

-Where?
-Izmir.

-And you've identified me?
-Yeah.

I don't know how you've done that.

You're allowed one phone call.

Remember, that's the rule.

Maybe you should think
about calling Sam Spence.

Sorry?

It's another name I'm trying on you.

I don't know Sam Spence.

Odd.

'Cause he knows you.

What does this Sam Spence do?

Well, he doesn't write subtitles
for arty films.

Where are we, please?

What level are we at?

What level?

Yes.

I'm afraid you're at ground level, Berna.
Among the humble police...

who are perfectly willing to send you
to prison to face the consequences.

I doubt that.

Oh, you think you're protected, do you?

'Cause you work
for a British government agency?

I haven't yet told my colleague,

but I just had a mineral water
at the Tate Britain with Sam.

And he seemed to be walking away.

Shocking, isn't it?

I gave him the chance to save you,
but he didn't take it.

You're right, this is above my pay grade.
I should get my superintendent.

Wait.

Tell me what you're proposing.

I'll need two things.

First, obvious, I want the boss
of the people smuggling,

but second, I want the name
of Asif's killer.

Who's got your phone?
You're gonna need it. Nathan?

Why did they have to kill him?

Why did they have to kill Asif?

Because he knew the name of the boss.

How did Asif find it?

The captain had an e-mail,
it was from the boss' secretary.

Asif came to England,
contacted her, tried to do a deal.

Big mistake.

If the boss is so careful
about protecting his identity,

how did the captain
have his e-mail address?

Long story short,
someone misdirected it.

Human error, you're saying?

Have you never done that?

Sent an e-mail thread,

not noticed there's information on it
you shouldn't be giving?

It was you, wasn't it?

Asif's death is your fault.

You can put it like that.

Here.

Thank you.

I'll call Sam,

and I'll tell him I'm going to give you
the name of the boss.

And the killer.

We'll need the killer, too.

Peter?

It's Eleanor, I'm afraid.

I don't know who else to ring.

It's about Sandrine.

Apparently, she attacked
her major's wife with a gun.

Yes.

No, no one knows.

Oh, that's so kind of you.

You've always been so good to us.

Thanks.

There's no point in getting angry.

I'm not angry.

I took an initiative, David,
and look how much I made.

-I had a good night.
-Yeah, you stole it.

You stole money from your own au pair.

I borrowed it.

She'll get it back,
and I'll give her a bonus.

You hacked into Genevieve's bank account.

You stole the wages that I pay her.

-You stole her wages.
-Come on, it's not a big deal.

No...

it is a big deal.

We're done.

I'm not gonna engage anymore.
The blackmail is over.

I'm growing up,
and you have to grow up as well.

Now, you always used to say to me
that I couldn't change.

Well, I can.

Never again... will I clear up your mess.

And if that means me taking Elfie...

I will go to court,
and that is what I will do.

You would never do that.

I will.

David...

Okay...

I'm gonna stay this afternoon,
and we can see Elfie together.

And then we can put her to bed together.

Quality time.

But when she falls asleep...

I'm going to leave.

You won't.

Watch me.

Hello.

-I want a room for the night.
-Of course. Just for tonight?

And what name is it?

Shaw.

-Is that Miss or Ms.?
-Captain.

[Shaw] Before I take a last step,

I would like to write down exactly
what I feel about the path I took,

and the reasons I did things wrong.

I'd like to put everything
down to my anger.

I'm not sure I can.

War has entered the blood.

I think this may be the moment.

-Well, you said it would come.
-I did.

I had a call from Eleanor.
Sandrine's not good.

I'm sorry.

Yes, I made a mistake there.

I'm gonna miss it.
The chartering business.

It's interesting work.

-Have you got somewhere to go to?
-Oh, you know me, Peter.

Never short of friends.

We had a good run.

We'll be all right.

-I'm sorry.
-No.

-I've been horrible.
-No.

I get angry all the time, and I...

I'm angry 'cause I'm insecure.

The police are coming round.

Turns out Laurie left me a note.

Made me feel terrible.

-I should have saved her.
-Yeah?

How?

Also, I had a long talk with the bishop.

I have to decide what's more important.

My own happiness...

-or...
-Or what?

The life of the parish.

I thought...

if my heart's broken...

I'm going to be less effective, because...

like you, I'll be angry.

But...

Linh, the system's beaten me, truly.

Because... I can't avoid it.

It's just a fact...

people round here need my help.

-I'll live somewhere else.
-No.

-We should decide together.
-You already decided.

I'll live somewhere else,
and wait for the Home Office.

-You know I love you.
-So?

What does it mean? The church comes first.

Linh.

[Berna] Yeah. Sure.

I'll do that.

I'll see you soon.

-Sam agrees to the conditions.
-Good.

What took him so long?

He's losing his best-placed agent.

You wouldn't like that.

No, but I'd be smarter about it.

He's coming to collect me.

Now your side of the deal.

The boss of the smugglers is ex-military.

"Military" was always
his highest term of praise.

So you think he used a soldier
for the pizza hit?

Yes, I do.

He talked about taking him out.

You could search through the people
he served with.

Did he say which regiment?

-I think the Royal Surrey.
-The Royal Surrey?

Fuck. Where's Rakhee?

Has anyone heard from Rakhee?

You've forgotten to give us his name.

Peter Westbourne.

And his address.

Okay, Nathan, we should split up.
That's easiest.

You go get Westbourne,
I'll see if I can find this soldier.

Yeah, good idea.

Can I just say?

Look, I talked to Sam.
That was my fault. Sorry.

It was me that told him
we had the smugglers.

Why'd you do that?

'Cause I was angry.
I was angry at you and Haley.

-Why?
-'Cause you shut me out.

You're both in a club, the educated club.

You think it's all a joke,
and don't take it seriously.

I take it seriously.

Just my serious is different from yours.

I'm sorry I couldn't tell you
MI5 had an agent in there.

Why not?

'Cause it was a guess.

[Shaw] I don't know why I did what I did.

My whole life
I wanted to be in the army...

and it's not turned out how I hoped.

So?

-So I'm waiting for you.
-Let's do it.

Three, two, one, ram!

I was asked to do a job.

I did it to prove I could do it.

I thought at the time it was right.

Police! Search warrant!

-Police! Search warrant!
-Stay where you are!

-Police!
-Straight up.

Up here.

Shit.

I'm 35 years old,
and I'm totally exhausted.

I'm ashamed.

Now, I'm looking for honor.

I regret not doing better.

I regret not staying strong.

I regret not being good.

Sandrine Shaw, Captain.

How much did you tell them?

Everything I know.

Why not?

I'll take you to the airport.

Thank you.

They put your stuff in the back.
You gonna be all right?

Of course.

Do you have...

significant others?

Do you know, that's the first time
you've asked?

You've probably saved hundreds
of British lives

by correctly identifying
potential terrorists en route to the UK.

Hundreds is putting it low.

Having you embedded
in the smuggling business

was the most intelligent thing
Intelligence ever did.

It all has to end because of some
fucking Iraqi picking a fight.

Not quite, Sam.

He was saving lives.

I'd have him dead every time
if it meant we went on with our work.

Fuck him.

It was like everything else...

too good to last.

Kip, Rakhee's at a barracks.

Apparently they've found Shaw's car
stuck away down a lane.

They think they know where she is.
Go for The Olde Bell.

Romeo-hotel-five six-bravo-uniform.

How you doing?

Zero, zilch, nothing.

Empty office, dead end.

Any leads?

Some old copies of Yachting Monthly.

-Keep cheerful.
-Yeah, and you.

If you need any more, just say.

-She's here.
-Okay, yeah.

-Inspector Shields.
-Kip Glaspie.

We were asked by the army
to keep it low-key.

-You do what the army says?
-In this part of the world.

So, she checked in about three hours ago.

She was very polite, very nice,
she hasn't moved from her room.

-Do we know if she's armed?
-She was in uniform.

Thanks. I'm gonna go up if I may?

-No, I can't allow you to do that.
-Why not?

For the obvious reason.

There are rules about situations
involving pregnant officers.

You've reminded me of them. Thanks.

[knocking at door]

Captain Shaw...

this is Detective Inspector Glaspie.

We understand you might have
a gun in there with you.

Can you answer, please, in a clear voice?

My name's Kip.

I'm unarmed.

For now I'm alone.

I'd rather we talk quietly.

Are you still there?

I have a key.

I'm gonna use it
unless you tell me not to.

[keys jangle]

[Shaw] Don't use the key.

Okay.

I'm glad to hear you're there, Sandrine.

If I can call you Sandrine?

I've been looking for you
for some time now.

I know you've had a hard time.

I know what you did for your country.

I know what service you've given.

I'm wondering why you've come
to this hotel.

It was my father's favorite.

[Kip] Okay.

When we were children,
we came here for lunch.

He said they do a very good roast.

[Kip] And was it?

Yes.

[Kip] What else?

What else is great about it?

There was always a fire.

A real fire.

[Kip] You loved your father?

Very much.

It was a long time ago.

I've spent three days looking for you.

It's been quite a job.

I got promoted recently,
and this is one of my first cases.

For three nights I've hardly slept.

[Shaw] Why not?

I don't know.

I had a colleague ask me...

"What does this case mean to you?
It's only a case."

[Shaw] And what did you say?

I saw the chance to put something right.

[Kip] Sandrine?

Sandrine, are you still there?

I'm here.

I took out a terrorist.

[Kip] Yes.

He was a terrorist.

I know...

someone told you that...

and I know why they told you that.

Are you saying that he wasn't?

Fuck.

Sandrine?

Sandrine.

[gun cocks]

[Kip] Sandrine?

Sandrine, I'm gonna come in now--

[gunshot]

[baby cries]

Hi.

[in Arabic] A girl.

[Fatima, in Arabic]
She's a British citizen.

[overlapping chatter]

[phone rings]

Hello?

Yes.

[announcer] This is the final call
for DB162 to Luxembourg,

now boarding at gate six.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm managing. You?

Drink?

Paperwork.

Fine.

"...when she had eaten the little cake,

to find herself growing
so tremendously tall?

Because of course it would be easy enough,
now, to reach the little key..."

Good night.

-Are you sure this is all right?
-I'm certain.

I want to go to dinner with you.

-You're missing the vote.
-Yeah.

Which makes me a sworn enemy
of the leadership of the Labour Party.

Are you okay with that?

I'm at peace if she is.

[phone rings]

-[man] Kip, is that you?
-Yeah.

Are you out again tonight?

No, I'm coming home.

You said two days.

I was one out.

Did you finish the job?
Did you get what you wanted?

I got close.

All I want now is sleep.

No, no, he's here. He's here.

-Pepperoni.
-That is yours?

-Right, okay. Enjoy, mate, all right?
-Cheers, mate.

[phone rings]

["Dem Neva Warn Ya"
by Stefflon Don plays]

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Rise up the ting ♪

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Side gyal never gon' be a dun dada ♪

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Rise up the lower, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Them have to rise up the ting ♪

♪ Them have to rise up the lower ♪

♪ Them have to rise up the ting ♪

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Dem neva warn ya
Dem neva warn ya ♪

♪ Rise up the lower ♪