The November Man Page #4

- No. Information is useless.

That changes overnight.

Knowledge isn't power.

People are power!

We collect people!

And if anyone's listening at Langley,

with half a brain in their head,

they know what I'm talking about!

I'm talking about

the ownership of Arkady Federov!

Are you listening?!

Arkady Federov!

Sir, welcome

to the Hotel Imperial.

- Edgar.

- Alice.

What are you doing here?

Are you all right?

What happened to you

at the restaurant?

I decided to tell you everything

I know about Arkady Federov.

Come in.

You know he's in town right now

for a European energy conference.

- Staying at the Imperial Hotel.

- No, I didn't.

I'm surprised to see you.

Can I get you a drink?

A cup of coffee or something?

No, thank you.

That's my wall of shame.

There were hundreds of girls

that came out of the conflict.

- We're a small organization.

- Let me get my Dictaphone.

There was one girl, Mira.

Pretended she was a mute.

Federov... liked her.

Kept her close to him.

Like a pet.

Mason, David. Access code:

three-niner-zero-four-two.

- Get in the corner.

- Leave the poor girl alone.

What the f***...

Natalia didn't expect

to see me in Moscow.

She didn't even know

I was coming!

What did you do?

- She was...

...these past few months,

she was acting erratically.

Analysts thought she was becoming...

- Bullshit!

- It happens!

So they decided to pull her.

I couldn't get to her

without them knowing.

If she came to our side,

she was going to die.

Sending you was her only chance.

Why,huh?

- Why?

- Agency suspected for years

that Federov started the war

by dropping the building

on his own men,

then blaming it on

the Chechen nationalists.

Then Natalia reaches out to me.

Says she's got an eyewitness,

who will swear that Federov

was involved.

We did it!

We did it!

Who the f*** you been talking to?

People you should have been

talking to!

Who was it on our side?

Now don't f***ing lie to me!

The same man who picked up

Natalia's mayday demand.

The same man who ordered

her extraction.

And the same man who

quarterbacked the hit on her.

Come in.

Devereaux has a daughter.

Her name's Lucy.

These pictures are from

five years ago.

She'd be 12 by now.

Natalia Ulanova was her mother.

And Devereaux raises her.

When Devereaux was in Berlin,

he recruited Natalia,

convinced her to spy for us.

He had a whole goddamn family

hidden from all of us.

Mira can destroy Weinstein.

That's why he had Mason

kill Natalia.

That's why he's going after Mira.

The girl wasn't a peasant

or a mute.

Both her parents

were university professors.

She could speak English

and Russian.

Everything that Federov said

she understood.

- I'm here to see Lebedynko.

- Your bag.

Hands up, please.

Why are you here?

Peter Devereaux needs a big favor.

- What do you got?

- This woman.

Alice Fournier, deceased.

April 2005. Cancer.

Then who is she? She was in

the restaurant with Devereaux.

I'll run a biometric match.

Welcome to Hotel Imperial.

- Peter?

- Where are you?

- I'm going to visit Arkady Federov.

- Are you insane?

I've made the decision

to confront him.

This is suicide.

He will kill you.

Don't be foolish!

Mira? Mira!

Who are you?

I'm the gift from Simi Denisov.

What's this for?

OK. Upstairs.

Come in.

Turn around.

Denisov is very generous.

- Get in the bed.

- I'd like to wash first.

I have an audio file match.

Label's been changed.

Border intake interview.

My name is Mira Filipova.

My parents were murdered

by the Russian general,

Arkady Federov.

I survived.

Arkady Federov

is in Belgrade right now

for an energy conference.

Find out where he's staying.

- You are not going to kill me.

- You're wrong.

No.

If you were,

I'd already be dead.

You don't know what

you're doing, do you?

This is for my family.

Oh, my God.

Mira.

So many people

who want me dead.

And yet here you are.

The angry little girl

who didn't know

how to f***.

- And now we talk.

- Shut up!

OK, OK.

Maybe you will kill me.

We will see.

But making you into a woman...

It is one of the sweetest

memories I carry with me.

Shut up!

Did you forget who I am? Huh?

Mira! Mira, don't!

Don't do it.

- I want him to die.

- He will.

But once he tells

the world what he did.

Where's your phone?

Get it.

Go get it now!

Start filming.

Nineteen ninety-nine.

You supported an American operation

to impersonate Chechen terrorists.

Who was the American agent

who ran it?

You are sit on my shirt.

Mira, take this.

Shoot him if you have to.

You are not going to kill me.

That's for you to decide.

We're gonna play a little game

that I believe was invented

in your country.

I'll ask you once more.

Who was the American agent?

I'll ask you again.

Was it Weinstein? Hmm?

Come on!

The stairs.

You piece of sh*t!

Your odds are running out.

Who was the American agent?

Was it Weinstein?

Hanley.

John Hanley.

- Hanley?

- Yeah.

Was it this guy?

The guy in the middle?

No.

Peter.

That's him.

The bald guy.

Shh, shh.

Go. Here you go, take this.

- Use the service elevator.

- What about you?

Check into the Hyatt Hotel.

If I don't turn up,

go to the Dutch embassy.

Identify yourself

and tell them everything.

- Ask for asylum. Go.

- OK.

- He's heading to the basement.

Repeat that.

MASON". He's gotta be heading

to the basement.

- Cover the back stairs.

- Traveling.

- Where'd he go?

- I don't know.

You go that way.

Check this out.

- Jesus.

- You need to see something.

DEVEREAUX".

Who was the American agent?

Was it Weinstein?

Hanley.

- John...

- This is messed up.

...Hanley.

We're taking this

to Weinstein right now.

You, stay.

Tits, back to your desk.

Sit.

You know who sits here?

Your boss sits here.

I'm sitting here.

So sit down.

Peter?

Thank God you're alive.

What happened?

You can disappear.

I'll help you.

Name a city, I'll get you there.

I have contacts.

People who can help you start again.

People who can make sure

you'll never be found.

I'm not running ever again.

Running is better than dead.

Thank you, Peter,

for saving my life.

Letting you die

was never an option.

Come on.

We've gotta get moving.

A lot has changed

in a very short time.

What were you doing a week ago?

Living my life.

What's in Peter Devereaux's life?

Simple things.

A home in Lausanne.

A small business.

It's a cafe by a lake.

And a daughter...

...who never got to know

her mother,

and who barely knows her father.

- What's her name?

- Lucy.

She's 12.

Where is she now?

Waiting for her father to pick

her up from boarding school.

Lucy?

- Never had you pegged

for the father type, Peter.

That such a lovely little girl

could come from your DNA

defies logic.

Really, you should say something.

I'll kill you.

If you hurt her, I'll kill you.

Funny thing, Peter.

Turns out the keys to Federov

are worth more to Langley

than any qualms

Weinstein had with my methods.

I'm running the show here now, Peter.

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