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(OBJECTS CLATTER)
(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIRENS WAILING)
(SCANNING MACHINE BEEPS)
(METAL DETECTOR BEEPING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) You realise champagne is supposed to be sipped?
That's only if you're paying for it.
You know, I just sat through a three hour E-I-C meeting.
Oh, I thought you lived for inter-agency cooperation?
Smile and do your time. It'll be good for your career.
Look, I'm supposed to help the Ambassador greet our guests.
- I'll catch you later. - What...
- Minister! - Rowan.
Are you here to protect me from these businessmen
who want to sell me things?
ROWAN: I'll try my best. Make sure we can catch up later.
Fuck off.
(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(PEOPLE MURMURING INDISTINCTLY)
(CROWD APPLAUDS)
- (SONG 2 BY BLUR PLAYING) - (PEOPLE CHEERING)
- (WATER RUNNING) - (MUSIC CONTINUES INDISTINCTLY)
- (FAUCET CREAKS CLOSED) - (WATER STOPS)
♪ I got my head checked ♪
♪ By a jumbo jet ♪
♪ It wasn't easy ♪
♪ But nothing is, no ♪
♪ Whoo-hoo When I feel heavy metal ♪
♪ Whoo-hoo And I'm pins and I'm needles ♪
♪ Whoo-hoo Well, I lie and I'm easy ♪
♪ All of the time But I'm never sure why I need you ♪
♪ Pleased to meet you ♪
♪ I got my head done ♪
- (PEOPLE SCREAM) - (SPEAKING FRENCH)
- (MUFFLED GUNFIRE) - (PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(BOMB EXPLODING)
(IN ENGLISH) Don't shoot, please! Okay! Okay! Don't shoot!
Testing, testing, one, two. One, two. Testing.
Mesdames, messieurs...
I apologise for this intrusion, this interruption to your evening.
I assure you, I have no intention of hurting you.
Minister of Defence. Philippe Bardin...
Where are you, Minister?
Show yourself, please.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
Stand up.
Rowan Alexander. MI6 Head of Station. Do you know who I am?
What d'you want?
When we've located the Minister then we'll get started.
(GRUNTS SOFTLY)
(GASPS SOFTLY)
- (FABRIC SHUFFLES) - MAN: No, no, no...
- (GUN COCKS) - (MIME GRUNTS)
Are you okay?
(GROANS AND GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
- (METAL CLATTERS) - (GUNS FIRING)
- (MEN GRUNT)
(WATER RUNNING)
(GUN COCKS)
(MEN GRUNT)
(MAN SCREAMING AND GURGLING)
Drop it.
Kick it.
You got this?
Get down.
He was my friend.
Pulled me out of a burning jeep in Afghanistan.
(GROANS)
(GUN FIRES)
Drop it.
Who are you?
I'm going to take out my ID.
Don't shoot me.
Take it out slowly and I won't.
Vincent Taleb. I am the Minister of Defense's protection officer.
Can I have my gun now?
Sure.
I'm Zara. This is Milo, the cloakroom attendant.
- You work here? - I work in HR.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) I got lucky. The French Foreign Legion.
For someone in HR, you know a lot about special forces tattoos.
I have to find the Minister.
(POLICE RADIO CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(IN ENGLISH) Do you remember me, Minister?
You're Jacob Pearce.
I want to show you something.
You see, this is what they do to you, mesdames, messieurs,
when you've been left to rot...
inside a Taliban jail...
for six years.
Strange. Being tortured, raped, it really focuses the mind.
And I've thought about you a lot.
What I would do to you, if I ever got out.
I did get out.
Please. I have a daughter.
I know. My men also had daughters.
They had sons, they had wives.
They had families.
And you betrayed them.
And they were slaughtered. Good men. All gone.
And that is because of you. Because of both of you.
If you want money, I can get you money.
(PEOPLE SCREAM)
Do I look like the kind of man who cares about money?
- By the way, you're very welcome. - For what?
For saving your life.
Are we still pretending you're in HR?
ZARA: It's been a while since I did this kind of thing.
Move fast, kill the bad guys.
- Try not to shoot me. - That's incredibly helpful.
- Thank you. - (LOCK CLICKS OPEN)
Okay, when you hear the shooting, kill the lines. Here.
You've got one job to do. Don't screw it up.
(SOFTLY) Please...
You want to urinate?
Piss? Shit yourself?
I know. But, you're afraid of what the people here might think of you.
Don't be. Just let it go.
(PHILIPPE URINATING)
- (GUN FIRES) - (FLASHBANG ERUPTS)
- (PEOPLE SCREAMING) - ZARA: Move, move, move!
(MAN SPEAKING FRENCH OVER RADIO)
(IN ENGLISH) Go.
- (MAN SPEAKING FRENCH OVER RADIO) - (GUNS FIRES)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
(IN ENGLISH) Move, move, move! Get out the way!
(OFFICERS SCREAMING ORDERS IN FRENCH)
- (IN ENGLISH) Go, go, go! - (SIREN CHIRPS AND WAILS)
(MOBILE PHONE BEEPS)
- (MOBILE PHONE BEEPS) - (BOMB EXPLODING)
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
- (MAN ON RADIO SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - Okay.
(SIRENS WAILING)
(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)
Philippe? Philippe, please.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(GLASS CLINKS)
- (KNOCKING ON DOOR) - (DOOR OPENS)
Ma cherie.
- (MUSIC PLAYING OVER HEADPHONES) - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- (EXCLAIMS IN FRENCH) - (IN ENGLISH) Check your phone.
It's charging. Did you crash your car?
ZARA: No. The embassy was attacked.
- (WATER RUNNING) - This is crazy.
Did you see anyone get killed?
I hid in my office until it was all over.
Wait. Whose blood is that?
Well, I was helping someone who was hurt.
(ZARA BREATHES DEEPLY)
You smell of beer and cigarettes.
(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)
- Hello? - Vincent?
(SIGHS IN RELIEF)
(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)
Madame La Presidente. Prime Minister. (IN ENGLISH) They are ready for you.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Merci, Madame President.
(IN ENGLISH) France is our oldest ally.
The French and the British governments
stand shoulder to shoulder.
There will be no hiding place.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING INDISTINCTLY)
Hello, Matis Garnier, Head of Counter Terrorism.
I'm leading the task force.
- Zara Taylor, MI6. - Please.
So, you have been seconded to our team.
I understand that MI6 are to get full access to the investigation.
Well, the President and Prime Minister
have asked us to work together, so that's what we'll do.
Our first priority is to identify everyone involved in the attack.
(CONTINUES IN FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) Zara, perhaps you could start.
Yeah, er...
Er, that's Alex Clark. He served with Pearce in Afghanistan.
Thanks. He was an embassy security guard for about six months.
What do we know about the others?
LUCAS: They all served with Pierce in the Foreign Legion.
Apart from one. Freja Karlsson.
She was Swedish Special Forces
until she got kicked out for assaulting an officer.
And she's worked as a private military contractor
for dictators, cartels...
What's her connection to Pierce?
LUCAS: She doesn't have one. Not that we can find.
And what about the weapons recovered from the Embassy?
They've had their serial numbers filed down.
Forensics were able to recover one of them.
It's been traced to an arms dealer, Karim Hassan.
He's our lead to Pearce. We gotta find this guy.
I'll find you a desk, okay?
So, you're not needed in HR?
- Think they've got it covered. - Hmm.
I don't get it.
Why would Pearce blame Philippe and Rowan?
It was bad intelligence.
Is that what the Minister told you?
I just spoke to someone who worked with Rowan in Afghanistan.
Pearce had stopped following orders. He went rogue.
Rowan and Philippe decided that the best way to deal with Pearce
would be to betray him to the Taliban.
It sucks being lied to, doesn't it?
(PHONE RINGING OUT)
Bradley? -Yeah.
Hey. Uh... I need you to get a hold of
Vincent Taleb's military service record
Vincent Taleb. Right.
- Coming your way. - Thanks.
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY ON VIDEO)
- (CONVERSING IN FRENCH) - (MOBILE PHONE RINGS)
(PHONE BEEPS OFF)
FREJA: (IN ENGLISH) We need to go.
Chloe? Chloe?
(CONVERSING IN FRENCH)
(TYRES SCREECH)
(PANTING)
(SMOKE GRENADE CLATTERS AND HISSES)
(CHLOE SCREAMS)
(SKYPE CALL RINGING)
- Chloe? - PEARCE: (IN ENGLISH) Minister...
You managed to get away from me.
But now you're gonna wish you hadn't.
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
(IN ENGLISH) Please don't hurt her. I'll do anything.
PEARCE: Lock the door.
Okay. -Open the bottom right hand drawer
of your desk. You'll see a book.
Open it.
Pick it up.
- You love your daughter, Minister? - Yes.
You'd do anything to keep her safe?
Just tell me what do you want me to do? Please.
I want you to put the gun to your head and pull the trigger.
(CHLOE SCREAMS)
Either you blow your brains out or we blow Chloe's brains out.
(SPEAKS FRENCH)
Philippe?
PEARCE: (IN ENGLISH) You're very good at choosing who lives and who dies.
- Remember? - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I'll count you in. Ten...
(DOOR RATTLING)
Philippe! -Eight... Seven...
- Six... Five... - (BANGING ON DOOR)
Four... Three...
- Two... - (IN FRENCH)
(GUNS FIRES)
Philippe...
- (CHLOE WHIMPERING ON VIDEO) - Philippe...
- PEARCE: You're the man who shot me. - Let her go.
Let her go!
You can find her at 71 Rue Didienne.
Now you do something for me.
You tell your bosses that I'll be in touch.
(THRILLING MUSIC PLAYING)
(SPEAKING FRENCH)
Okay.