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Look at this picture.

Who's this man standing next to you, Lateef?

Anwar Hammersmith

I know him from school.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SIGHS)

- (THUMPING)

- (ALICE SCREAMS)

(CRASHING)

(ALICE GROANING)

What happened? Where did he go?

Jesus Christ.

ALICE:
He kicked me. He went out the window!

He's f***ing gone?

Come out.

Get behind me.

Open the door.

Stay behind me!

(LATEEF EXCLAIMS)

- I've been shot!

- To the stairs!

LATEEF:
My leg!

ALICE:
Come on.

Come on, faster.

- You said I'd be safe.

- Come on.

- (GUN FIRES)

- (GASPS)

(CHILDREN PLAYING)

(EXHALES HEAVILY)

(GASPS)

Don't do that, Al.

I think I've unlocked

a source for a terrorist.

What?

I gave critical intel to a stranger.

He played me, Eric.

He had today's control code.

Today's encryption key.

Whoa, whoa, wait, just slow

down a second. Who?

Frank Sutter.

At least that's what he called himself.

I thought he was with London station.

He asked me to interrogate a prisoner

who was carrying a message

from Imam Khaleel to David Mercer.

I was asked to acquire their

recognition protocol, which I did.

And?

Right after I broke him,

- I get a call from headquarters...

- Shh. Sit down.

...asking me to do exactly the same job.

There's no Frank Sutter in London station.

Let's... let's take care of this first.

- Who is this guy, Sutter?

- I have no idea.

LASCH:

And why did he hijack a CIA interrogation?

For... for the protocol.

Whoever has it can speak for the imam.

And change the message.

ALICE ON RECORDING: Sir...

...does your prisoner happen

to be a 19-year-old

British national of Moroccan descent?

ROMLEY:
Yes. What the f*** is going on?

ALICE:
I'll call you back.

- Ed?

- No further contact.

How did she get to our prisoner?

Our London unit's running that down.

They've traced the van.

(TYRES SCREECHING)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

Secure perimeter.

MAN:
All guardians down.

VIP missing. Clean work. This was contracted.

Our guys must have been hit straight

after they snatched the courier. He's gone.

So, Sutter doesn't know the meet location.

He's only got part of the protocol.

(SIGHS) Thank God I caught on

before I gave him everything.

What's he missing?

Enough. Or if he meets with Mercer,

he'll get blown.

Langley's gonna wanna bring you in,

you know that.

- Langley's been breached.

- Agreed.

That's why you can't stay here.

If there's inside involvement,

they're gonna connect us.

Now you should change.

Laura's still got some clothes in the closet.

(DOG BARKING IN THE DISTANCE)

- (GUN FIRING)

- (GLASS BREAKING)

(GROANS)

(GUN FIRING RAPIDLY)

ALICE:
Stay down. Come on, stay down.

(LASCH GROANS)

Oh, my God.

- I'll carry you.

- No, I can't move. I can't move.

105 Wildbriar.

- What?

- 105 Wildbriar.

Apartment 32.

It's a flat I got for Laura

when we separated.

There's a spare key in the hall

above the extinguishers.

Go, she's not there. You need a safe house.

Go! Go!

(GUN FIRES)

(PANTING)

The timer, the propellant and a micro fan.

The propellant here contains the virus.

The fan'll disperse it into a mist,

too fine to see or feel.

A contained, crowded space is best.

Now I've set the timer to activate in...

...10 seconds.

Once they're infected, it'll take a while.

- If you wanna come back later, I can show...

- I'll take your word for it.

(FAN WHIRRING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(CHILDREN SHOUTING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

(BOYS LAUGHING)

Come on, get it.

- BOY:
Sorry, mate.

- MAN:
Oh.

Come on, let's go.

(LIFT BELL CHIMES)

(SIGHS)

Back inside.

- Move!

- MAN:
All right.

Keep calm. No one has to get hurt.

(BREATHING HEAVILY) Let's not lose our heads.

I'll just pop the telly back over here, then, eh?

(EXHALES)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Not that you'd care, but I only picked this flat

because your parking spot was empty.

- (SCOFFS)

- You're robbing it?

Well, technically speaking, I haven't relieved

relieved you of anything just yet, have I?

Sit down. Hands where I can see them.

- So you can call the police?

- So you can not get shot.

That's always nice.

- There's nobody else here, love.

- Get up.

- You just told me to sit down.

- Stand up!

Yeah, standing.

Into the bedroom.

I like where this is going.

- What have you got in mind?

- I'm gonna restrain you.

My kinda girl.

Put your rucksack on the bed.

Sit down, by the machine.

Lay down. Face the floor.

Hands behind your back.

There are other ways to get to know someone.

Jack Alcott.

And you are?

Seriously, has someone broken your

heart recently?

'Cause not all men are alike.

(LAUGHING)

Mmm.

(EXHALES)

(LINE RINGING)

WOMEN ON PHONE:

May I have your control code, please?

ALICE:
Control code, zero, golf,

Charlie, four, four, two.

Encryption key, alpha, November, alpha, nine.

I need to speak to my case officer, it's urgent.

I've got Alice Racine on line six.

About f***ing time.

The watch officer traced the call.

Do we have an ETA on our grab team?

The Brits had people closer.

We gave them the ball.

- (BEEPS)

- Alice, Bob Hunter,

Euro division chief.

I'm here with Ed Romley.

Where are you, Alice?

On a landline, so let's presume

we all know the answer to that question.

- ROMLEY:
What's your status?

- In danger.

- Someone is hunting me.

- ROMLEY:
Who?

Whoever had me interrogate your

prisoner at the hotel.

- ROMLEY:
Were you successful?

- ALICE:
Yes.

- ROMLEY:
And the prisoner?

- ALICE:
Dead.

Eric Lasch too.

Repeat that, please.

Eric Lasch is dead.

After losing the kid at the hotel,

I went to his apartment.

And we were hit there.

It's probably already been cleaned

but you should secure it as soon as possible.

Sir...

Frank Sutter, the man who contacted me...

They had yesterday's control codes.

You've been penetrated.

I know you need to vet what I just told you.

And until you've done that

I'm to be considered a...

No one's thinking that way here, Alice.

(SCREAMING) No.

ALICE:
Really?

ROMLEY:
Alice?

Did they get her?

Find out.

Stay out of trouble, Jack.

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

Go, go, go, go!

Can I see some ID, please?

Guns on the table.

Easy with that.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLING)

OFFICER:
Alpha five, target acquired.

(GROANS)

(GRUNTS) Ah.

- I'm so gonna regret this.

- (GRUNTS)

How the hell could you miss her?

(CHUCKLES) Do you really want to go there?

(PHONE RINGING)

You ran an illegal op on my soil,

and when it all goes sideways,

you come crying.

- HUNTER:
Emily...

- MI5's not your mother.

Yes, you're right.

Do you know how I know that, Emily?

Because my mother could have

handled the f***ing grab!

Racine had help.

Who?

We're working on it.

Beautiful.

She's your stray, Bob.

And it would have been helpful

if you'd brought us in sooner.

"Sooner" we couldn't reach her. "Sooner",

we thought we controlled her sooner.

Oh, come on.

You actually think she's turned?

She called you.

I'm aware of that.

By the way, has it been ruled out?

- What?

- Her breach theory?

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