Bastille Day Page #2

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- Yeah.

Because you don't have a record in Paris.

No thefts, no pick-pockets,

no stolen bags.

- Just this motherfucking terrorist money.

- That is from selling the stuff I steal.

- Who do you sell it to?

- I have a guy.

- Where?

- In Barbs.

You must be really good.

Overall number one draft pick

of pick-pockets.

I'm the best.

You'd better be.

Walk up to me and steal my wallet.

OK.

I wouldn't have a guy come up to me in

the street and ask me to steal his wallet.

- It doesn't work like that.

- Just do it.

OK, OK. Er...

Well, I'd walk up to the guy,

avoid eye contact,

step to the side, look him in the eye

and then I'd be gone.

- Still there.

- But the money's gone.

See, I took the wallet the first time

and then put it back the second,

only without the money.

It's all about the distraction.

You were too busy watching me

to see what I was doing.

Give me that.

Sit down.

Bonjour.

Zoe Naville?

Sorry, I think you got the wrong address.

American?

Yeah.

It's cluite specific, this address.

Well, I'm sorry I can't help you.

- Sorry to have disturbed you.

- Yeah.

No problem.

Christophe!

Agh!

Allo? Allo? La police, s'il vous plat.

Oui.

- You lost him?

- We were compromised.

They were tactical. G-19s and gas masks.

And now we have French police crawling

through an unlisted agency safe house.

This was a bag job, not urban warfare.

How the hell were you compromised?

Two ops looking for a girl called Zoe.

All right?

Mason said he stole a bag from a girl

called Zoe. She's the key.

Uploading her phone data now.

You need to get Mason before the French

know we're digging in their front yard.

They tracked her phone.

Get me everything off it.

- Briar...

- Mason has a fence at Barbs.

We get him, we get the girl,

we get 'em all.

Your mission is Mason.

Karen's put herself on the line for you.

She's stalling the French.

Get Mason before this blows up

in our faces.

Our prime suspect.

A witness came forward

and identified him as an American.

American?

Do you have a name?

Not yet, but a possible sighting.

Paris police are investigating

a violent disturbance

in an apartment block

in Rue Saint Vincent.

Neighbours placed the suspect

at the scene and...

..a black man with an American accent.

Go on.

The police report says the apartment

had some sort of...

..hidden interrogation room.

Terror links?

No, it smells like...

..intelligence.

And what does intelligence smell like?

Karen... we go way back.

I have four bodies on the street

on the eve of Bastille Day.

- If you have any information...

- If I did... I would tell you.

You know that.

Of course.

- Of course.

- How's the wife?

Expensive.

Monsieur.

Bon. Alors, messieurs...

Allez.

Sale race!

L'Americain.

Hey, Baba.

You plant that bomb?

I stole the bag.

I didn't know what was in it.

Please, Baba, I need somewhere to hide.

- I never took you for that kind of guy.

- And I'm not.

- Look, please, Baba, you know me.

- Do I?

Do I?

You owe me.

All right. All right.

Follow me.

Wait here.

Donne-moi la cl.

J'ai un visuel.

Get in!

F***!

Putain!

That f***ing cop was gonna shoot me?

You're a terrorist bomber.

You killed four people.

Put your seatbelt on.

Anti-fascist protests are growing

in the north of the city this morning

after a spate of unprovoked attacks

on mosques.

Online activists are questioning

the heavy-handed police response.

Zoe.

The French have found

bomb equipment in a mosque.

- Looks like they've found a cell.

- No, that don't sound right.

Those two guys that hit me

weren't from no mosclue.

It was that girl.

So we pass her details on to the French.

Your job was to find Mason

- and close this down.

- I'm working on that.

What did you find from that girl's phone?

Her phone data connects to an activist

squat. Rue Duris, Clichy-sous-Bois. Why?

I'll tell you later.

So, what, you CIA?

You got a name?

- Briar.

- Is that a first or last?

It's the only one you're gonna get.

The city's under threat.

We need to find that bomber girl.

You'll identify her.

Until we do that, that sh*t is on you.

I'm just a thief who stole a bag.

Just charge me

and we'll straighten this out.

Not gonna happen.

Want another red dot on your chest?

- I'm not a terrorist.

- Hey! You stole a bag.

You left it there. Now, man the f*** up.

- We got a job to do.

- This is crazy.

- I don't work for the CIA.

- Well, you do today.

Hey. I wonder if you can help me.

- I'm looking for my friend Zoe.

- I don't know a Zoe.

- Who are you?

- Ben from the G8 protests.

- Zoe said to stop by sometime.

- I don't know you.

Patrice!

- Patrice!

- Sshh!

Come here. Open up.

- Open up.

- Ugh! Ugh!

What's your name?

- Tamir.

- Tamir, where's Zoe?

- She's not here.

- So where's she hiding?

Please, she's innocent.

Whoa! Stop!

Out.

Get in.

- I thought you were gonna shoot him.

- I'm trying to stop a bomb.

You put a gun in his mouth,

you didn't even blink.

- Moral lessons from a pick-pocket.

- I don't threaten to kill anyone.

No, you actually kill them.

You're wasting your time. They're gone.

Look through these.

Those guys are on there.

So, what am I looking for?

Peroxide guy. He's in her photos.

- So?

- Michael, we're the CIA.

We got a lot of equipment.

We can get a face recognition.

Or we just go to where he works.

Where?

- What happens now?

- We wait for him to show up.

Jesus!

Don't touch that.

I'm not a drug dealer, all right?

You know, I'm not some f***ing lowlife.

I got plans.

Like what?

I'm raising money to fund my way

through med school.

Bullshit. You know, you look left

when you lie. It's a very common tell.

You don't f***ing know me.

Age 14 through 16, you were caught

shoplifting for pornography

and Britney Spears CDs.

You stole your stepdad's car and crashed

it into the Caesars Palace fountain.

Categorised as impulsive, lacking

of insight and very likely to reoffend.

OK. How about lacking

in interpersonal empathy?

Reckless, insubordinate and irresponsible.

Quick to resort to violence.

Motherf***er, you go through my pockets

again, I will shoot you in the face.

- Jesus, man, I was just...

- Shut up. He's here.

What's the play?

- You gonna stick a gun in his mouth too?

- No.

If they see me, they'll move her.

They didn't get a good look at you.

- No way.

- Come on. You wanna clear your name?

That guy in there knows where Zoe is.

Go in there, get me a lead.

- No f***ing way.

- Listen, Michael, this is an opportunity.

The agency,

they don't just recruit Ivy League types.

They need people like you, street smart.

You know, we're not too different,

you and I.

I was just a street kid adopted

from Belize.

No value system, no parents, no English.

Nobody gave a f*** about me.

I want a deal.

We get the girl, she confirms my story,

I'm free and clear.

Deal.

Pinky promise.

Get the f*** out of here.

C'est la police. C'est toujours la police.

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