01x02 - Crossing the Bridge

[bunniefuu]

I need a day in London,
then I'll get a flight to Istanbul.

I would like my name to be Imogen.

Why is there a military uniform
inside the camp?

[Guy] That soldier's there
for the protection of a French woman.

Well, she says her name's
Adilah El Idrissi.

One of the Yazidis recognized
her from Raqqa.

[in Arabic]

If that woman's who they say she is,
she's a murdering b*tch.

Women, children and babies.

[Imogen, in French]

[in French]

- They hate me.
- Do you deserve to be hated?

[refugee, in Arabic]

[grunting]

[Imogen] Run.

[DGSE manager, in French]

[Max] Max Peterson.

- [Malik] Welcome to France.
- [Max] I hate France.

Why are the DGSE allowing
the Genie of Raqqa

to roam free and unrestricted

across the territory of a NATO ally
with only your girlfriend for company?

How does a mother
leave her daughter behind?

Do you have children?

No.

Explain to me why the beautiful daughter
of intellectuals and communists would

join that ugly, brutal circus.

I would like to live long enough
to find out why.

[Imogen] You should know that I have
absolutely zero idea what comes next.

[children giggling]

[children laughing, shouting]

[helicopters approaching]

[announcer on PA, in Arabic]

Hey, what is happening here?

We're only interested in one woman
who was at this camp until yesterday.

A woman who called herself
Adilah El Idrissi.

[Guy] What exactly is it
you're looking for?

[soldier] Is this the tent where
she was held in isolation?

It certainly is.

- How long was she inside this tent?
- One night.

There was a fight.

Some of the women recognized her
from Raqqa.

Said she was an !sis commander.

She was stabbed.

Okay. Target received blood cuts
in this environment.

Seal it off and put everything into bags.

[Yasmina, in French]

[person]

[bell dings]

[shopkeeper]

[shopkeeper]

Mmm.

[Yasmina]

[shopkeeper]

- [speaks French]
- Okay.

[shopkeeper]

[shopkeeper speaks French]

[Yasmina screams]

[Yasmina's aunt] Yasmina! Yasmina!

Yasmina!

Yasmina!

Yasmina!

[crying]

Yasmina. [crying]

[gasps] Yasmina.

[Yasmina's aunt crying]

[Yasmina speaks French]

[speaks French]

[Yasmina's aunt cries, speaks French]

[Imogen's father, distorted]
And now, my darling Violet,

it's time for today to say goodbye
to the land of Illyria.

Silly girl.

[phone vibrates]

[vibrating continues]

[phone dings]

[herders speaking Turkish]

[goats bleating]

[herder shushing]

Good.

[Adilah]
I can't believe you're still mad at me.

[Imogen] Yes, I am.

[Adilah] And over something so stupid.

I need my injection.

[sighs] You've seen me do it
so many times.

It's really very simple.

Okay. I will do it myself.

No, I'll do it.

No. No. As you said,
it's really very simple.

Please don't do it just
to prove a f*cking point.

Give it to me.

- Give it to me.
- No.

Give it to me.

No.

You're a f*cking child.

Let go. Let go. Let go.

You just like hurting me, don't you?

As a matter of fact, I do, yes.

[yelps softly]

Show me your wound.

No. You're not a doctor.

[chuckles]

[assistant, in French]

You know, when we get back on the road,
you can drive.

There's no traffic.
Even you can't k*ll us.

[in French]

I couldn't pee.
The f*cking shepherd is still up there.

f*ck, this is horrible.

So you regret deciding to help me.

How can anyone disapprove
of belly dancing?

How can you care so much
about my opinion on belly dancing?

I don't care "so much."

And I don't regret deciding to help you.

Yeah. Out of gratitude
or admiration or something,

at least you could just agree with me
about the stupid little things

- that I have a strong opinion about.
- Okay.

For my sanity, you are right
about everything until we reach Istanbul.

- Until we reach Paris.
- No, until we reach the French border.

You are absolutely right about everything
until we cross the French border.

Fine.

"The belly dance was originally a sacred
ritual performed by women for women.

It celebrated childbirth and prepared
the woman for the birth process."

I didn't say I disapproved.

I said it's another Western corruption
of Eastern traditions.

I actually took classes.

Please, you shut up about it.

Adilah…

When were you radicalized?

Did you say that word?

How much do you really know
about religion at all?

'Cause when I was in Syria, I found out

- a lot of radicalized Europeans…
- That word again.

…they didn't have
much knowledge of religion,

and you're not religious
because your family were communists.

Only my grandfather.

Well, some women went
to Syria to find a husband.

Was it a man?

No, it was not a man.

Everyone always thinks that,
but they're wrong.

It's the older women
that recruit the girls,

and they know what to say.

The woman who took me in told me that
I could have a more pure life with God,

away from the corruption of the West.

For the first time, I felt like
my life had meaning and a purpose.

You look all right driving a car. Normal.

Thank you.

But you're not, 'cause you're a m*rder*r.

When you're joking, can you, uh,
raise your hand or something?

All I did was shake my belly
and my arse around to help me give birth,

but the m*rder*r disapproves of that.

Please don't call me a m*rder*r.

I'm right about everything
until the French border.

No, you are like the bullies at school,
hiding behind jokes.

You know, I can't go to the theater
because, when the actors come on stage,

I have this terrible desire
to stand up and shout "f*ck."

In situations like this,
for no reason at all,

I say the worst possible thing I can say.

You said you don't have children.

I don't. Can we please overtake
this f*cking truck?

I need a cigarette.

[Adilah sighs]

- Shit.
- [car honks]

[truck honking]

[laughing]

[Imogen] Hey.

[Adilah] What? Do you think I'm funny now?

[Imogen laughs]

You told me to f*cking do it.

What? You gonna fight me?

[laughing]

I think I opened a stitch.

I don't mean to laugh at you.

[sighs] You scared the shit out of me.

That is the number
of a friend of mine in Paris.

He's a doctor.

We met at a camp together in Lebanon.

And he calls just to make sure I'm okay.

I think he might be in love with me.

At least I hope he is.

If you ever need a pen or a piece of paper
or just want to use the phone, just ask.

Yeah.

[phone vibrating]

[vibrating stops]

[Imogen] f*ck.

[phone vibrating]

[phone dings]

This guy's in love with you.

Damn. Means I shall have to k*ll him.

I think they're looking
for someone in particular.

I'm sick of this car.

Shall we walk?

[Malik, in French]

[DGSE worker on phone]

Shit!

- [Imogen] This way.
- But why?

Because I said so.

[speaks Turkish]

There. There, hide.

[both grunting]

Where is she?

Piss off.

[Imogen grunting]

- Where is she?
- [Adilah] Here.

[pants]

I told you to wait downstairs.

You never f*cking listen to me.

Is that your way of saying
thank you or something?

Thank you.

What is that?

Before entering the fray,

we are invited to sit quietly
and contemplate a great work of art.

The Louvre lends us paintings.

"Entering the fray," huh?

You guys at DGSE have a union
and a 35-hour work week. Am I right?

Does it help?

We have an appointment.

Mmm.

[sighs]

Mmm.

Nope. Not getting anything.

Just a woman with a really weird head.

[door closes]

I saw footage of the fight
you two had at the airport.

It is going viral
within the intelligence community.

I hear a Russian operative
just happened to be there.

He made his own copy, and he's saving it
for their Christmas party.

You both need to realize
we are on the same side.

Our American friend
put the life of a British agent,

who was on a covert assignment
to the DGSE, in danger

by sending in the f*cking cavalry
on the streets of Istanbul.

And as a result,

our handler has destroyed our only means
of locating and communicating with her.

Well, maybe
someone would've contacted you guys,

but we are told by command not to try
to reach French intelligence

between midday and 3:00
because they'll be at lunch.

Shall we swap stereotypes,
or shall we swap information?

We know everything you know,
and we know more than you know.

A target currently at large in Istanbul

has been identified by six witnesses
in the camp as the Djinn Al Raqqa,

a woman of extreme interest to us

who we believe is
a 15-year female veteran !sis commander

by the name of Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

The only one who's capable of
this kind of plot.

We know.

However, the target claims to be
Adilah El Idrissi from Paris.

We have no record
of anyone called Adilah El Idrissi

traveling to Syria from Paris.

The name doesn't show up on
any of our lists of persons of interest.

Well, we have a different list.
It's a longer list.

Sometimes we skip lunch.

Adilah Idrissi is real?

Yes. And she may have gotten
mixed up with !sis,

but she has limited intermittent activity.

She's not at the level
of Sabaine Al Kubaisi.

Now, our intelligence also informs us that
she left behind a daughter here in Paris

about a mile from this building, in fact.

[in French]

[Max] The girl is ten years old,
attends school in Aulnay-sous-Bois.

So, guess what?

At 8:15 this morning, a ten-year-old girl
was intercepted on her way to school.

Strands of her hair were taken.

Now, here's where you guys come in.

All I need you to do is analyze them.

If the DNA in the strands of hair

matches the DNA in the samples we took
from the refugee camp this morning,

then his girlfriend was in the car
with the little girl's mother

and her name is Adilah El Idrissi.

If the samples do not match, then
the target's adopted Adilah's identity.

And your girlfriend is almost certainly
with the most wanted woman in the world.

Now, you see?

No need for psychological bullshit, right?

No need for double agents
and identity games.

Paintings with weird freaking heads.

Just straightforward, old-fashioned
f*ck-you American science.

Now, if you guys can get it done quickly
and not at your usual pace of three weeks,

that would be helpful.

Seven to ten days is not that far away.
We're in kind of a hurry.

[in French]

[applause]

[music playing]

Sorry, sorry.

This sitting is full. You will have
to wait for the 7:00 sitting.

We're here to see Mr. Demir.

[waiter] Mr. Demir isn't here.

This lady needs to get to Paris.
I have $2000.

Mr. Demir no longer takes out the trash.
Perhaps you should leave.

[Adilah, in French]

[sighs]

[in French]



Come.

Where the f*ck did you get


[Adilah] Who the f*ck is Mr. Demir?

[Imogen] He uses this place
to issue fake documents.

- I want you to travel as a dancer.
- And what kind of dancer am I?

A belly dancer, of course.

[door closes]

How long have you known her?

Oh, she's my friend. Known her for ages.

I want her to travel
as a dancer and a singer.

She speaks English?

No. At the border, I will say she's
part of a delegation of folk artists.

They closed the Galata Bridge today.
They're looking for someone.

I don't want her fingerprints in here.

I'm not doing this shit anymore.

Got too serious.

f*cking Daesh made it too serious.

Where the f*ck did she get
money like this?

Her father is a wealthy man in Damascus.
He gave her money to get to Paris.

He's paying me to help her.

Is she your lover?

We are not lovers. But she is my friend.

I thought you said she speaks no English.

Because the truth is,
she speaks English very well.

But during the trip to Paris,
she will keep her f*cking mouth shut.

No, she will not.

$2,000 now,


the passport and papers.

For $10,000,
you can also give me a clean mobile.

Yeah, I will take one too.

I've invented a name, date of birth,
place of birth.

She's from the eastern region.

For this money,
you better make the passport good.

I'm guessing you're in a hurry
to get out of Istanbul, right?

We'll let you know when it's ready.

[waiter] The Center's library.

- Please wait here.
- Mm-hmm.

[door closes]

"O, it came o'er my ear
like the sweet sound.

That breathes upon a bank of violets."

[Imogen's father chuckles]

[Imogen's father] And now, my darling Vi,

it's time for today to say goodbye
to the land of Illyria.

Silly girl.

They have my favorite book,

Kitab al-Bulhan... The Book of Surprises...

From the 14th century.

I used to love looking at these pictures
when I was a little girl.

It's beautiful.

[Adilah] My grandfather
would read it to me.

It's about djinn and devils
and shape-shifters.

There are seven djinn kings, right?

One for each day of the week.

They all have their own color.

They can change into anything, any animal.

Any person.

This djinn is the Red King of Tuesday.
He was the one that scared me the most.

My grandfather said
the djinn were gone forever…

but I still see him in my dreams.

[phone ringing]

[speaks French]

I gave you references, but not my own.

My presence will be reference enough.

Do you know what the f*ck
you're doing traveling with this woman?

So, you're a dancer, eh?

- Prove it.
- She will absolutely not dance for you.

If you're caught, she'll be asked.

You have no right to ask her to...

The papers say
you're a singer and a dancer.

Sing one of your songs.

[sighs]

[Mr. Demir] Go on.

[singing in Arabic]

[singing stops]

Thanks.

[phone ringing]

[Imogen] I have to be quick, Malik.

But what the f*ck?
Who the f*ck closed the Galata Bridge?

Because you promised me
I would be allowed to do my job.

[Malik] There is no longer any need
for you to do your job.

What are you talking about?

Using DNA evidence, the Americans...

The f*cking Americans,
not the DGSE nor the DGSI...

Have proven beyond doubt

that the woman you are with
really is Adilah El Idrissi.

She's a French Algerian
from Paris and has a daughter here.

She's not Sabaine.

She's not the Djinn Al Raqqa.

She is a confused woman running home,

and she's of no interest to us
or to the Americans.

So, you can catch your flight to Paris
either with or without her.

[Imogen] Malik, you know

that that does not prove
that Adilah is not the Djinn Al Raqqa.

The woman I am with is
the !sis commander we are looking for.

The woman I am with is the Djinn Al Raqqa…

and I will prove it.

So, now that we know your passport
and papers are good,

we just stay on the bus to Sofia
and catch a flight to Paris.

So, I can call my daughter and tell her.

Call whoever you want.

From now on, it's just me and you.

[Imogen] Be quick.
Bus leaves in two minutes.

Mm-hmm.

[Adilah, in French, through device]

[Adilah sighs]

[Yasmina, in French, over phone]

["Speak Loud" playing]

♪ You said you were going out ♪

♪ But I heard you through the walls ♪

♪ I said, "Don't go far" ♪

♪ You had me searching for a reason
But I was in the dark ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ Time splits in two
On both sides of the door ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ Time splits in two
On both sides of the door ♪

♪ What a waste for you
To be pulled under the water ♪

♪ What a shame ♪

♪ What a waste for you
To be pulled under the water ♪

♪ What a shame you can't hear me ♪

♪ I speak louder ♪

♪ Thought you could keep me in reserve ♪

♪ While you made up your mind ♪

♪ Could I hold myself back? ♪

♪ Well, you fed me a fable
But I know the taste of lies ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ It's done ♪

♪ Don't keep coming back for more ♪

♪ You and me after
You and me before ♪

♪ It's done ♪

♪ Don't keep coming back for more ♪

♪ I speak louder, louder ♪

♪ I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder, louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder
I speak louder ♪

♪ I speak louder ♪

♪ Hear me speak
Hear me speak ♪

♪ Hear me speak
Hear me speak ♪

♪ Hear me speak
Hear me speak ♪

♪ Hear me speak
Hear me speak ♪