01x03 - Manipulations

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When you called me from
London, you mentioned a woman.

No, I don't think so.

Don't take me for
an idiot, would you?

You said, "She's not interested
in money." Who is she?

Alison Rowdy.

Alison?

- Your Alison?
- Yes, Alison Rowdy.

There you go.

You contacted Alison
when you were in London?

I've always kept tabs on her.

She treated you like sh*t,
and you go back to her?

I thought you would
be more resentful.

- She was the only one who could help me.
- Help you?

She built a new life by
testifying against you.

Not to mention, she put that
redhead's death on your back.

- You should hate her for that.
- Vlado! Vlado!

- What the f*ck is that?
- That's it, get lost!

What is he...
What's his problem?

- Come on, sit down.
- You can't do that to me.

Well, in a way, I do hate her.

- Hey, can we have another one, please?
- Yeah?

Thank you.

Don't worry about
me, I've moved on.

You know, she's changed. She
gained weight, she got old.

She's not like she used to be.

Here.

The redhead's name was Nathalie.

Oh, yeah?

Can I give you some advice?

Don't trust Alison too
much. Stop playing the fool.

Here.

Her phone.

What do you think I'm doing?

Nothing.

You look a little
hungover this morning.

- I feel like crap.
- Yeah.

I came straight here
after the Chien Noir.

- Straight here? Really?
- Yeah, I made my guys work all night.

We found something that
might interest you.

Oh, yeah?

Come look.

Go ahead.

Samir's wife?

- Myriam Hamza.
- Yeah?

She took the usual route.
Syria, Turkey, Greece.

She showed her papers.
That's how we found her.

She requested to stay
in the Schengen Area.

They then transferred
her to Belgium.

We found her phone number
and checked her calls.

There's a number that she calls
daily. It's presumably Samir.

Let's go grab a cup
of coffee. I need it.

- Want some coffee?
- No, thanks.

If we stopped messing around for
two minutes, there are two teams.

On one side, there's me
trying to locate the hackers

and on the other, those
trying to eliminate them.

So, what are you getting
at? What's your point?

You want to back
out of the mission?

No, but we both know that if I
find Samir, he's going to die.

Is that what you want? Is
that your client's order?

My client is Didier Taraud.

He's the Head of the Élysée's
National Security Services.

The task force,

in charge of counterbalancing
the "superpowers" of the DGSE.

You got anything on him?

He's brilliant, ambitious, ENA
graduate, finance inspector.

He loves money.

Not sure why he didn't
join the private sector.

He would have earned
ten times more.

So, we can't do anything.

It's protected by TrueCrypt,
so it's impossible to open.

What did I tell you?

Okay. You have to find Samir.

Here's a new identity and cover.

Go to Brussels and bring back
Samir's wife. That'll make him come.

Sabine Louseau,
Taraud's mistress.

She works for the
European Commission.

She's taking the train at Gare du
Nord for Brussels this afternoon.

Go talk to her.

So we get some information on Taraud
and know if he's playing both sides.

I'm sorry, but your
job sounds like sh*t.

Okay?

I'm not here to
get myself k*lled.

So, seeing the risks and
the moral prejudice...

Moral prejudice? What prejudice?

Hey. I was forced to
contact Alison again.

Yeah.

To see how fat and
ugly she's become?

Stop it. Anything
interesting in here?

Only useless pictures.

This woman either has a clean record,
or is very, very, very careful.

Well, anyways, as I was saying.

I was paid for one job, but
now it seems that I have two.

So, I need to be paid more.

Excuse me.

Mom?

Is that you?

Of course it is,
you piece of sh*t.

I wasn't going to leave without
a little souvenir of you.

Well, go ahead,
search all you want.

Mom, no... Just a second, Mom.

Don't worry, don't panic.

I'm coming. I'll take
the train to Brussels.

It won't ruin our plans.

You found Samir? Is
that where he is?

Well, no.

Listen, I don't know.

I'll talk to his wife.
Maybe she'll tell me.

You're with someone?

Mom.

Stop. Please don't
be jealous, okay?

I love you, Mom.

- Men and their mothers, right?
- Yeah. She isn't young anymore.

What's taking so long?

I have no idea what he's doing.

- You're going to Brussels too?
- Yeah.

Me too, it seems the train's late.
I don't know if you've noticed.

- Yes, very late.
- Hello.

Hello, a cup of coffee, please.

- Two, please.
- Two? Very well.

And a pain au chocolat.

And a croissant.

Right away, sir.

I'm watching my weight.

EUROPE AID

- You work for...
- Yes, I work for them.

Well, I work with them.

That's funny. My
mom's name is Sabine.

What a coincidence.

Chance.

Here you go.

I'm here for... I'm
not sure how long.

- Thank you.
- So, I'm free whenever you want.

I won't miss it.

- You staying at a hotel or...
- No, I have an apartment here.

Really? All right.

- I should probably take back my luggage.
- Sorry.

And cramique? Do you eat cramique,
craquelin and all of that?

- No, not at all.
- Do you know what it is?

- No.
- We should go eat some craquelin then.

Did you see how they divided
us into groups? Let's go.

Hello. Hi.

I'm here for Mrs.
Hamza, Myriam Hamza.

The asylum request she
made has been granted.

Okay.

Here she is.

She arrived yesterday. So she
must still be in quarantine.

All right, thank you.

Hello. The main office, please.

Can I see your pass, please?

It's over there.

- There?
- Yeah.

So, Myriam Hamza, it's going
to be right over there.

Mrs. Hamza. I've
found you at last.

My Arabic is a little rusty.

I'm Lounès Cordier.

But more importantly, how
are you? How's your health?

I am well, thank you.

Thanks be to God.

And how about your
son? Hicham, is it?

He is well, thanks be to God.

Thanks be to God.

Do you speak French?

French?

No.

That's all right.
That's all right.

Are you okay?

Are you happy here?
Are you at ease?

I don't know.

System.

I'll come. Wait for
me, please, sir?

I'll go and get my son.

Thank you, Lounès.
You're very kind.

Fine.

Ms. Louseau, you seem to want
to make things complicated.

I'm simply asking you to respect
the procedures, Ms. Rowdy.

The EU is not a self-service.

- Hello, how are you?
- Hey.

This is Samir. He's from Syria.

- Say hi, Samir. Say hello.
- One moment.

- Say it.
- Just a minute.

Hi, Samir.

He's on the phone.

How many people are in your
tent? They don't give us...

God be with you.

Hello, this is Myriam.

I can't take your call, so leave a
message and I'll get back to you.

Yes, we're taking you to
the hospital. Come on.

No! Help me!

Help me! Help me! No!

Stop!

Help me! Help me! Help me!

Stop! Leave her
alone! Stop! Stop!

Traffickers! Traffickers!

Stop them!

b*stards!

Pick up, Myriam.

- Who were those men?
- I don't know.

My husband has some problems.

What? What kind of problems?

Lounès! Lounès!

Wake up!

My dear.

It's me.

I need you.

Where are you?

Welcome to Antropa.

Don't get carried away.

Come on.

We're almost there.

- Come on. Take it slow.
- I'm okay.

Wait, I'll do it. I'll do it.

Are you okay?

Call your husband.

Tell him you're in trouble.

Tell him to call me. Hurry!

Okay, okay.

- And then take out the battery.
- Okay.

Thank you.

She knows where Samir is?

They have a code.

She leaves him a message on a phone,
and he calls back with another.

Shouldn't you see a doctor?

So, you don't want to play
doctor with me anymore?

Listen, you take them
and turn them slightly.

It's like a little hook. You
have to take out the hook.

Try to get it out without
tearing everything.

Understand?

Go ahead and disinfect a
little at the same time.

- Okay.
- Please.

Go ahead.

What's wrong?

You're scared or something?

Come on.

That's it.

- Now turn it.
- Wait.

- Come on.
- Let's do this.

- Did you get it?
- Yes.

You got it?

- There's one left?
- Yes.

Go ahead.

f*ck!

Can you sit down
for two seconds?

I'm not sure how you
feel about it now...

Well, I guess you
must hate me to death.

What I'm trying to say is, I don't
want to think about all that anymore.

I'm trying to forget everything and
move on. And you're not a happy memory.

I've been seeing someone
for the past five years,

and we're going to get married.

But,

does he know about everything?

No.

And you love him?

Yes. Tremendously.

"Tremendously"?

He must be kind then.

Why? Is it stupid to be kind?

I'm trying to tell
you that I've changed.

- You think people change?
- I hope so.

I hate the woman that I was,
the things that happened.

It was an accident, right?

Nonetheless, it's too late.

We can't be friends.
Or anything else.

Of course.

Nice going.

What are you telling me?

What are you telling me?

Oh, yes.

You soothed him. Thank you.

God bless him.

We're in luck, Mr. Vandermeer
is back from Berlin.

She's Richard Banks' adviser.

You know, the one
who's tailing Bolton.

You know her name?

- You think she caught on?
- That I tried blocking the deal?

Yes. She got it loud and clear.

What should I do?

So, tonight, when they come to sign
the papers, I don't want you there.

Being there or not won't
stop them from signing.

I put an enormous amount of money in a
Swiss bank account for you. Don't argue.

- Don't talk to me like that.
- Then stop.

It's not over yet. Tonight you'll be
unable to attend because of your son.

And you let Vandermeer handle
the British on his own.

Take the money back.
I don't want it.

You don't care
about Pierre then?

You know, making a half-baked
baby is a luxury, my dear.

Bob, who's the idiot you sent to Brussels?
Clearly, he didn't understand a thing.

Is there a problem?

The problem is that they got an
appointment to sign the papers tonight,

and there's nothing
I can do about it.

How am I supposed to pay
this in such a short time?

It's kind of you to
remember my name.

I really need a
drink. How about it?

That's good news.

Meet up in an hour?

I can manage that.

See you later. I'll
send you the address.

- How are you?
- Fine.

That must have hurt. And I
thought I was having a bad day.

It's nothing. Just
personal stuff.

- Another.
- Okay.

I didn't care that he was
married. I was fascinated by him.

I wanted everything
he could give me.

I was addicted to his
world. Stupid, right?

No.

I was an addict too for a while.

It made me do all
kinds of stupid things.

Then I understood that in that
situation, there aren't a lot of choices.

You leave or you're screwed.

Did you manage? To
completely cut ties?

Yes.

That doesn't mean that...

my heart doesn't ache when I think of
her, but it's nostalgia. It's in the past.

You see her often?

No. No, no.

It's not possible.

But I have a child with him.

I didn't know. You have a child?

To children... of others.

Wait, let me get that for you.

Thank you.

- Can I sit beside you?
- Yes.

It's lovely!

The nanny is
sleeping over there.

Wait.