Bastille Day Page #3

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Tony.

# Joyful and triumphant

# Gather around

# While I blow my own trumpet

- She's at his place.

- You got an address.

Good job.

- That was intense.

- Yeah, you did good.

You think I got a chance at the agency?

You got potential.

The city's all fired up.

It was on TV back there.

Cops put an Arab protester in hospital.

- Bonjour.

- Bonjour.

See? You can be warm. You're like

a different person when you smile.

Can I get a gun?

Where is she?

Where is she?

I'll kill him!

I'll kill him, OK?

You wanna kill him?

- Go on, kill him.

- Briar?

You're a terrorist, right? Go ahead.

Zoe, right? It was your bag, wasn't it?

You remember? In Pigalle. It was your bag.

With the bomb in it that he stole?

Sshh!

Now, Zoe, I don't have time for this,

all right?

But you're gonna tell me where

the next bomb's gonna be.

I need to know now!

I don't wanna hurt you.

Look at me. Look at me.

I've seen this a thousand times.

I take one look at you and I know

you're not a terrorist. You're being used.

They probably gave you a story,

told you

you're the only one they could trust,

that they'll look after you,

but they lied, Zoe.

You're in a lot of trouble.

No one was meant to die.

Who built that bomb?

Jean. I only knew Jean.

Jean. Where is he?

The guy that gave her that bomb

is at 14, Rue Kleber. Send backup.

Briar, we're a f***ing surveillance team.

Your job was to find Mason.

- They're both with me.

- You what?

- Briar, bring them in.

- No time. Heading there now.

You are way off the reservation here.

If you do this, you are on your own,

do you understand?

Understood.

- So we're taking her to the cops, right?

- Not yet.

That wasn't the deal.

We turn her in, I'm clear.

You wanna go? Go.

I can't cos the cops still think I did it.

I did everything you asked.

I thought we were a team.

Sorry, man. You're not Ivy League.

You f***ing played me.

All that sh*t about your past, was that

a lie too? You even from Belize?

No, Connecticut, actually.

- I f***ing trusted you, man.

- Hey. Shut up.

Get down!

Sh*t!

You OK?

- Are you hit?

- No.

I'm OK too, thanks.

Who the f*** are these guys?

Who are they, Zoe? Was that Jean's crew?

No, Jean is not like that.

He would never hurt anyone.

He gave you a bomb.

Zoe, we don't have time for this.

Are they planning another bomb?

No, we were not planning anything

and we only had one bomb.

Well, what are they doing?

Give me something. Come on.

Jean said we were fighting back

against the fascists,

- that we were trying to disrupt them.

- How?

I was supposed to bomb

an empty office building.

- Right.

- But I changed my mind.

- And then he came along.

- You can't put this all on me.

- It was your bag.

- I was going to throw it in the river.

Where?

First floor.

Please don't hurt him.

Get her out of here.

Come here.

So you first met him at a demonstration?

- You know why he chose you?

- Chose?

- No, we were in love.

- Zoe, listen to me.

When a man is an undercover cop,

relationships are not what they seem.

No, it's not true.

I believed in him and I believed

in what we had together.

That was his skill.

He had to gain your trust.

Have you done this?

Lie, screw, f***, use people

to get what you want?

Yeah, he's done that and more.

It's what he does for a living.

Hey, I don't need judgement from you.

They're cops, Karen. It's a RAPID team.

They planned the bomb to go off

in the Nation Pure offices.

To pin it on a mosque?

Karen, someone's playing chess

with the city right now.

Briar, this is out of control.

I have to give this

to French Intelligence, OK?

Yeah, who are you gonna talk to?

Victor Gamieux. He was my contact

back in Libya. He's OK.

And what about my assets?

- He's gonna want us to turn them over.

- A pick-pocket and a bomb mule?

What do you care?

- I don't.

- Good.

I'll set a pickup.

D'accord?

Victor.

The bomb was made

by an undercover police officer.

His name was Pascal Fibbert.

He was found hanging last night,

but he was most likely strangled.

Victor, you have a terrorist conspiracy

in the heart of the police force.

The mosque was a setup.

There's something going on.

And you have evidence?

I have a witness. Currently in the company

of one of my agents.

- The other American?

- We're prepared to hand them over to you.

But can you get them into safe custody?

Witness handover needs to be off the books

until I know how far the rot spreads.

They're near the Stalingrad Square,

in Aubervilliers.

OK, call him. I'll arrange a pickup.

Tell him the safe word is Mike Alpha.

Thank you, Victor.

Gamieux's hand-picking his men.

Safe word Mike Alpha.

Thank you for coming to me.

You owe me dinner.

Mike Alpha?

Allo?

OK, toute I'heure.

Come on, Michael.

While the Bastille Day

procession gets underway,

protesters have opened up

a new front of attack.

The hashtag, Attack The Bank,

has gone viral

in a highly co-ordinated online campaign.

In unprecedented numbers,

demonstrators are surrounding

the National Bank of France.

- Where is she?

- We can't locate her.

All the devices have gone dark.

She went to meet Gamieux

this morning to arrange a pickup.

His guys just tried to kill us.

He's Head of French Intelligence.

Do you know what...?

Karen's dead, Luddy, all right?

She's dead.

Gamieux is dirty

and we need to find out what he's doing.

He is protecting the Bank of France.

He's put RAPID cops in charge.

They've gone to Code Five.

Right, so he's put RAPID cops

to protect the bank

from the riots that he started.

It's all about the distraction, right?

These guys aren't terrorists.

They're thieves.

- What are you talking about?

- How much money's in that vault?

It's the French National Reserve.

- And we just gave them the keys.

- This is fantasy, Briar.

It is impossible to walk out

with that money.

The eyes of the f***ing city

are on that bank.

And I order you to come in now

and hand over...

Briar.

Briar!

I'll be on the comms. Listen in.

- And stay here till it's over.

- You're ditching us?

- You won't be any use to me.

- Why are you doing this?

Well, let's just say

I can't stand thieves.

They killed a good CIA officer.

She deserved better.

I mean, what are you doing?

Going in alone, no plan, no backup?

You read my report.

I'm reckless and irresponsible.

J'y arrive.

Christophe.

Hey.

- He's trapped.

- He told us to wait here.

- This isn't our fight.

- Four people died because of us.

What can we do? There's only two of us.

No, there's a lot more.

bas la police!

- Bande de fascistes!

- They just need a push.

Zoe!

- Come on!

- Bande de chiens!

Briar!

Put your hands up.

Now!

Non!

Oui.

- Michael, can you hear me?

- Briar.

A man from the safe house is coming your

way with half a billion in his pocket.

- What?

- Listen to me. It's not gold.

It's digital currency.

It's in his chest pocket, on a hard drive.

Putain!

Banquiers enculs!

Where are you? I know it's you.

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