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Gina, stay down!

Gina. Gina.

No. No.

"Martin Harris...

...married to Elizabeth Terman,

July 18, 2006, Martha's Vineyard.

Father died, September 9, 1987,

of a heart attack. "

I made it up. I made it up

to kill a man I've never met.

Look, August 27th, the entry stamp.

You were in Berlin three months ago.

- Are you ready?

Almost.

Ready.

Who are these people?

They can become anyone.

They....

We are killers.

Prince Shada

is gonna be assassinated tonight.

There's a bomb in his suite.

I put it there.

You should've let me drown.

What matters is what you do now,

Martin.

Prince Shada,

are you going to stay in Berlin?

Will you be funding

research at the university?

Are you interested

in GM crops, Prince Shada?

How long have you been

working with Professor Bressler?

GUARD:

We're so honored you could attend.

The honor is all mine.

Would you like a drink?

In some circles...

...my husband is more well-known

for his martinis than his research.

Do you have an invitation, sir?

- I don't know if I'm supposed to have...

- ... an invitation.

- Leo, please, come in.

I don't think you need

an invitation to your reception.

Good to see you.

So good to see you.

Have you met our host?

- Not yet.

- Hello.

Now I can see why

somebody would pretend to be him.

This way.

Oh, let me take that.

- I'd rather hold on to this, if you don't mind.

- Oh, you can trust me, Professor.

Separation anxiety.

- Just leave it there, if you could.

- Of course.

Thank you.

Danke.

Come, say hello to my friends.

Danke schn.

Oh, excuse me.

It's you.

I am not so sure about that.

Many of my relatives would not agree.

This way.

Get your hands off her!

Okay, I'm coming.

There's a bomb in the Eisenhower suite.

I put it there three months ago!

Now you are saying you are

Dr. Martin Harris?

You're not listening!

Take me to the room.

I'll show you exactly where it is.

Up to the room, in the middle of a party

with Prince Shada...

...and the world's leading scientific minds?

Of course, why didn't you say so before?

I'm not lying! Pull up the reception

recordings from August 27th of this year.

Do it now, or many people will die!

- Excuse me, I'm going to grab my bag.

- Sure.

Here. Why don't you just wear it?

Like some nerdy accessory?

Oh.

Thank you.

- That's got all your secrets in it, right?

If you'd like to say so....

Would you excuse me?

I have to go check on something.

Stop. Stop. That's it.

Do you see? Look! Do you see?

Attention, attention...

...could all guests leave the hotel

by the front entrance?

Sh*t.

Attention, attention...

...could all guests leave the hotel

by the front entrance?

Find the target. Finish it.

We got what we came for.

I'm going to take care of the bomb.

- Forget about it.

- They have my image on file...

- ... from when we planted it.

- So?

I don't want my face connected

to an explosion we no longer need.

Go!

Lily, Laurel.

Bressler's girls. Lily, Laurel.

Flowering plants.

Calochortus albus

and Umbellularia Californica.

The code, from the book.

They're his passwords.

Bressler's supposedly working

on a new strain of corn.

One that can grow in any climate.

It's revolutionary.

If they access his research

and kill him...

...it could be worth billions

in the wrong hands.

Laurel! Laurel!

- Papa!

- Laurel!

That bomb goes off, it'll look as if

Shada was killed by extremists.

The prince was never the target.

It's Bressler.

Listen, listen! You have to tell Strauss,

they're after Bressler!

Do you understand?

Go! Go!

Out of the way! Move! Move!

- Laurel! Laurel!

Papa!

Laurel! Laurel!

Oh, Laurel.

Papa!

She was wandering around,

looking for you.

- Thank you.

- You're welcome.

- We have to leave.

- Yes, yes.

Christ, you really don't

remember anything, do you?

This'll be at the party...

...where we'll access Bressler's computer

and steal his files.

The client wants this clean.

He wants the material from Bressler's

computer and Bressler dead.

No one can ever know what happened.

When the bomb goes off,

it'll appear that Shada was the target...

...and that Bressler

was collateral damage.

Looks great.

Time for the A team?

I didn't forget everything.

I remember how to kill you, a**hole.

Less than 24 hours

after the failed assassination attempt...

...on the Saudi prince...

...Nobel laureate Professor Leo Bressler

announced the development...

...of a new strain of corn...

...fast-growing, self-propagating,

drought-tolerant, and pest-resistant...

...to be made available worldwide

without patent oy copyright costs.

We have made the genetic map

of this new sustenance available to all.

It's a gift. It's a gift from Prince Shada

and from science to mankind.

Humanitarian organizations

applauded the announcement...

...but agri-business companies

weye taken by surprise...

...and watched as stocks plunged

This is Annabelle Mandeng reporting

from Berlin.

And in other news, the European

Payliament today passed legislation...

...to remove trade tariffs

on imported African rice...

...with 582 members of the 736-seat body

voting to ratify the measure.

Hey. Now you're free

to do whatever you want.

Claudia Marie Taylor.

- I like it.

- It suits you.

Who are you?

Henry. Henry Taylor.

Ahh. Nice to meet you, Mr. Taylor.

Nice to meet you.

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