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I need your battery.

Mine's dead.

I wanna show you my e-mail.

Thank you.

It's my business correspondence.

It's eight weeks in work.

Your business correspondence?

That's right.

Your BlackBerry is empty.

We've run a background

check on you, Mr. Logan.

Seems you've been living in

Antwerp now, eight weeks,

as you say.

But your last registered

address was New York,

14 years ago.

Before that, Washington D.C. 1989.

Since then,

no records of any kind exist for you.

You've been working for a Halgate

subsidiary which doesn't exist.

Testing products we don't make.

Reporting to an officer

we have never employed.

I've received paychecks from you.

I have received pension,

medical insurance, car insurance.

Mr. Logan...

If you were in my shoes,

listening to your story,

what would you do?

There must be some sort of mistake. My

salary payments, they should be listed here.

I'm afraid that this is all we have,

this is all there is.

There is no activity in your account

since you opened it.

Mr. Logan.

Floyd!

Am I glad to see you!

What are you doing here?

The company. Everything is gone!

What's going on?

I don't know. My e-mails, bank statements,

my records, everything's gone.

Don't make a sound.

No sudden moves.

Hey, can you cash my...

check?

Why are you doing this, Floyd?

Get on the autoroute.

Where are we going?

Hands on the wheel.

I'll do exactly as you say.

Floyd, what happened to the company?

Talk to me, Floyd.

Talk to me, damned.

Why are you doing this?

Eyes on the road!

Don't hit him.

Shut up!

It's okay, baby.

Just sit back.

Amy?

I thought I told you to always

put your your seatbelt on.

Take the third exit.

What are you gonna do?

Who are you working for?

You should have taken my advice, Ben.

I told you to go home.

Now they made me come looking for you.

For both of you.

Take this exit.

Take this exit out!

Take it!

It's okay, Amy.

Slow down!

Dad, slow down!

Slow down!

Slow down!

Dad, watch out!

Dad!

Dad, the wheel!

Dad!

Who you're working for, Floyd?

I want answers, Floyd.

What was waiting for me at home?

Who you're working for?

Who you're working for?

Oh, my God!

Dad, the cops, they can help us.

They can't help us.

Yes, they can!

No, they can't.

Come on.

Get back!

Stay back.

Hey, come here, you hurt?

We can't...

We can't be here, dad,

this is someone's house!

We won't be here long.

Draw the curtains.

You killed him.

In self-defense, Amy.

No, Dad, this is messed up.

This is so messed up!

I need you to help me right now, okay?

Over the top, around the thumb.

We could still go to the police, dad.

They can help us.

We should've been at home last night.

He wanted us to go home.

What's that?

Looks like a locker key.

"A.C."

"Antwerp Central."

You used to work for The State Department.

Why don't you call someone?

And tell 'em what?

Someone erased my e-mails,

bank records, my life?

Amy!

Why would someone you

work with try to kill us?

Amy, listen to me.

I don't know what's going on here.

Come here.

The safest place for you to be, right now,

is at my side listening to what I tell you.

Will you do that for me?

Will you trust me?

Get back.

You see those cameras up there?

You keep your head down.

They can't identify you if

they can't get a full profile.

I'm going to the lockers.

Wait for me here.

Corners are safe.

Dad?

I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Where did you get that?

From Floyd's locker.

Mei Ling.

Who are they?

People I work with.

That's my picture.

That's a picture of Grandpa

and me in New Haven.

How did this guy get this stuff?

How can this guy have a picture

of me from four months ago?

How can you be so calm?

'Cause that's the only way we're

gonna figure out what's going on.

Just let me work this out, okay?

Hassan's.

John's.

This is Mei Ling's address.

They all lived within a five mile radius.

What's the nearest hospital to here?

Where are we?

Right here.

St. Cornelius, right there.

St. Cornelius, good job!

Mei Ling Hom. Number 452.

Who'd you say she was?

I didn't.

You wait out here.

No.

This is a morgue, Amy.

Now, my picture was in that file too.

Are you coming or what?

You can't be seen out here!

It was like a fire sale yesterday.

Bunch of bodies, coming

in every other hour.

She was found floating in the Scheldt.

Blood alcohol level:

Five times the limit.

No next of kin.

Still living in France.

France?

She was undocumented resident.

An illegal immigrant.

You have 10 minutes.

Jesus!

Latent injuries.

Electrocution, drowning,

heart attack on the metro.

Who are these people?

My coworkers.

Illegal immigrants.

If we'd have gone home would

this have happened to us?

Walter's not here.

Hello, can I help you?

Have you seen these people?

You okay?

I'm fine.

Let's go, Amy.

You okay?

Let me take your bag.

Amy, come here, talk to me.

Get off me!

You can kill a man with your bare hands.

You can move through a crowded station

without the cops even knowing you're there.

You can speak like, Russian!

Croatian.

No, you can look at a bunch of photos, and

instinctively know where

you'll find the bodies.

What father can do those things?

Let me explain.

No, explain this:

You've been working for a company

that's only been employing immigrants,

who are now dead!

Amy...

Why did I even come here?

Amy!

Why did I even have to leave grandpa.

You told me to trust you!

I don't even know who you are!

Walter!

Down!

Come on!

Dad!

I'll get you out of here.

Come on!

Let me see.

Be careful!

Dad, you've got a...

It's just a flesh wound, you'll be okay.

Here.

Go to the window.

Go to the window!

Open! Police!

Open the door!

Get in.

Here, take this.

Keep it pressed on your arm.

You'll be all right.

This is gonna sting a bit, okay.

Hold my hand.

Put your arm up here.

You wanna know how I found the bodies?

Is that it?

Floyd's locker was a safe drop.

That file was a target hit list.

And Floyd was a professional assassin.

Following some sort of

government training protocol.

Is that alright?

Not too tight?

What did mom tell you about me?

That you were in Overseas Political Affairs

for The State Department.

Your mother...

I was working for the CIA.

The communiques on the

Pan-African Council, Anna.

Great, exactly what I needed.

It's for the daily brief.

Floyd Remi, former local operative,

killed on a roadside.

Outside Brussels.

Walter Smet, another former asset.

Killed in a hospital in Antwerp

only a couple of hours ago.

Ben Logan, one of your operatives, Anna.

We think he may have killed them both.

Ben was decommissioned six months ago.

Decommissioned?

Why?

He grown a conscience.

Stopped following orders.

The Oversight Committee decided

to make an example of him.

I put his report on your

desk when it happened.

Why wasn't he brought home?

He wanted to go home.

But the Committee punished him,

by making sure he'd never be able to.

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