01x02 - Limerence

[bunniefuu]

Hey, stranger.

-God, I've missed you...
-Missed you too.

[Alice] I got offered
a teaching position.

You and I could live...

together.

Sorry, I can't...

One sec.

-Did my boyfriend return?
-No.

[Drax] Do you know how many
people are reported missing

-each day in France?
-[train horn blares]

[Alice] I know
where Tom got off the train.

There was a door
in the conductor's office.

[Drax] Oh, the conductor's
an accomplice now.

This is all getting
quite dramatic.

His name is Maurice Geroux.

He was hiding something,
I could tell.

The police are either
useless or corrupt.

Tread carefully, Miss Monroe.

[Hélène] You know Tom
better than anyone.

Who had he been
in touch with lately?

Uncle Brian.
He's in London.

[Hélène] You probably know
more than you realize.

[Tom] It's a Sinai rosefinch.

Reminds me of you.

[Alice panting]

["If You Love Me,"
Melody Gardot]

♪ If you love me ♪

♪ Let me know ♪

♪ Tell my heart ♪

♪ Which way to go ♪

♪ Come in close... ♪

Hey, look at this.

What's that?

[Alice] Well, it's pottery.

Maybe Greek?

It's probably been here
hundreds of years.

It's so beautiful.

Here.

No, you keep it.

Why?

[Tom] During those nights
when you're in one far-flung

corner of the earth
and I'm in another,

I want you to think of me with
the same wonder and tenderness

as you do when you look
at that piece of clay.

Aww...

[Tom chuckles]

♪ If you love me ♪

♪ Let me know ♪

♪ Once the moon should
take her bow ♪

[song fades, distorts]

[song stops abruptly]

[distant car horn honking]

[tense music]

[forklift beeping, busy chatter]

Excuse me... Hi.

My name is Alice Monroe
and I need help.

My boyfriend, Tom Parker,
he works for this charity,

and he's...
he's missing.

Can someone help me?
Can I...

speak to someone in charge?

-Tom Parker?
-Yes, Tom Parker.

-One moment, please.
-Thank you.

[voicemail]
Hi, this is Tom Parker...

[phone beeps]

[receptionist
talking in background]

[man] Thank you.

Alice?

Yeah? Hi.

I'm Alex Durand.

I've heard so much
about you from Tom.

-You have? You know Tom?
-Yes, of course.

We worked together in the field
before I become a suit...

Metaphorically speaking.

[clears throat]
What happened?

Umm... Tom disappeared.

What do you mean,
he disappeared?

Okay, so he called here,
SOS, from Paris two days ago.

-[Alex] Do you know who?
-He said he was talking

to his uncle from England,
but, like, why...

I don't know
why he would lie to me.

It's possible
he was trying to call Jordan.

We can route calls through here

so you don't have to pay
international charges, but...

I know he's coming here
after your vacation.

So there's no need
for him to call before.

We encourage our people
to take a complete break

when they're on holiday, and...

especially Tom,
after what he's been through.

What do you mean?

How has he been,
since the incident?

What incident?

I'm sorry, I thought...

What incident?

[Alex sighs]
Okay...

I'm going
to tell you this, but...

if... when Tom comes back
all happy and healthy,

I'd prefer
if you kept me out of it.

Just tell me
what happened, please.

[Alex, sighing]
It happened

about nine months ago,
in Jordan.

There was this...

young boy named Malik,

just eight years old,
and he lived

in one of the camps
where things were already hard,

but that night,
it got even worse.

His mom went into labor,

alone in the middle of
the night, she was very sick,

had no one to help her,
so Malik ran for four miles,

all the way to where
the SOS team was staying

and got Tom to drive them
to the hospital.

The baby was delivered safely,

but the mother's condition
kept getting worse.

So, with his mom sick,
Malik dropped out of school,

scavenging for food...

He tried to take care
of his family, and...

And Tom saw what was happening.

Tom being Tom, he promised Malik
that if he went back to school,

he would make sure
his family was taken care of.

But...

unfortunately...

Bandits raided the camp.

They took women and children.

No one knew who had survived.

And Tom was obsessed.

He spent weeks searching
for Malik and his family, and...

Eventually, they found them.

The boy, alongside his...

his mother and sisters,

in a mass burial pit
ten clicks outside of the camp.

We all have our breaking point,
and that was Tom's.

At least I think it was.

But he didn't want
to pack it in.

We got him a counselor,
we tried to give him support,

but something in him
had shifted.

Yeah? He disappeared.
Sometimes for days.

There had been discussions
to take him out of the field.

He wasn't himself anymore.
He just seemed lost.

Alice, I don't think
he ever really came back

from what happened.

Sorry, I...

[stutters]
You didn't know any of this?

No.

I just don't understand
why he couldn't tell me himself.

[Alex] The world is in crisis
every minute of every day.

Our people here see
enough depravity

for a thousand lifetimes.

Sometimes, it just gets
under your skin.

He just seemed
so normal in Paris.

But maybe that dose of normality
was the thing that shook him.

But he'll show up.
If it's not tomorrow, then soon.

I'll call Jordan,
and if he contacts anyone there,

I'll make sure they let me know.

Thank you.

Don't worry.
Alice, we'll find him.

[Alice] Thank you.

[tense music]

[car horns honking]

[Alice sighs]

[tense music]

[gasps]

[phone ringing]

-[in French] Allô?
-Hey, Hélène? It's Alice.

[Hélène] Hello, Alice.
Has your boyfriend returned?

No, he hasn't.

But does the name "Aurélie"
mean anything to you?

Is it a place in Marseille?
Could be a person?

Aurélie?

Where did you find that?

[Alice, sighs] I was looking
in Tom's notebook,

and it's...
it was in there.

Aurélie?

It could be anything or anyone.

Anything else in the notebook?

Not really. That was
just on a Post-it note.

Okay. Leave it with me.

I will look into it.

[Alice] Thank you.

[Alice]
How do you know it's a boat?

Oh, I don't.
It's a hunch.

Would you prefer it
to be another woman?

Look around you.

What do you notice?

Men paint women's names
on their boats

to pretend those women are
central to their lives.

And then, they run away to sea

with their buddies.

[Hélène, in French]
Et voilà!

Aurélie.

[knocking]

[Hélène, in English]
Anyone here?

[Alice, in French]
Bonjour?

Hello?

[Hélène, in French]
Il y a quelqu'un?

[in English]
Well, what are we going to do?

-What the heck?
-What?

Oh, every good journalist
carry them.

-Oh my God.
-Keep lookout.

[Hélène] Yes.

[tense music]

[sniffs]

Oh, my God...

Is it his?

Alice... Alice?

Alice! Alice!

[Alice] Taxi!

[sighs]

[Tom] It's Uncle Brian.
He's in London...

[voice echoes, distorted]

[Tom] It's Uncle Brian.
He's in London...

[Alice] When were you gonna
tell me about that?

[Tom] I was wondering
when you'd notice.

He may be useless with cars,

but he could talk a dog
off a meat truck.

[voice echoes, distorted]

[chatter, laughter]

[Alex]
I came as soon as I could.

Hi.

Um... yeah...

I spoke to Jordan.

You were right.

Tom did make a call
on Thursday morning.

And?

He wanted to be put through
to one of his colleagues.

Alice, there's
no easy way to say this.

You know, I...
I met her, actually.

That... That woman
that you're...

[stuttering]

Were they...
Are they...

It's really not
my place to speculate.

Come on.

He's not thinking rationally.

So... what happens now?

[Alex] My gut is
he will show up somewhere

or makes contact with someone
in the next 48 hours.

And then you both need
to decide what happens next.

If I were you,
I would go to Arles.

Go to Arles.

There's no need
to hang around in Marseille.

If he turns up,

you'll be the first one
to know. Okay?

Okay.

Alice, I wish

I had better news.
I'm sorry.

No, it's okay.
You've been very kind to me.

Thank you.

Call me from Arles, yeah?

If you need anything at all.

[chatter, laughter]

[sobbing]

[door opens]

[door shuts]

[loudspeaker announcements
in French]

[party music fades in]

[music continues]

[man] Who's that?

I invited him.

-Hi.
-Hi!

-Ah, Tom.
-Rafiq.

-[Tom] Okay.
-You came.

Well, one thing
I learned living here...

if an attractive woman
invites you to a party

on a Friday night...
you go!

["Promised Land,"
Joe Smooth playing]

♪ One day,
we will be free ♪

♪ From fighting ♪

♪ Violence ♪

♪ People crying ♪

♪ In the streets ♪

♪ When the angels
from above ♪

♪ Fall down
and spread their wings ♪

♪ Like doves... ♪♪

Is everyone here from the dig?

Yeah, why?

I kinda want you
to show me your world.

Come on.

[music cuts out,
cicadas chirping]

This is totally ill*gal,
you know?

-If we get caught...
-What?

Well, I could get fired!

Was that man back there
your boss?

Rafiq? Yeah, why?

I think it will be safe.

-[Alice laughs]
-What?

-Really?
-[Tom hums]

Come on, let's go.

[whispering]
Come here.

Yeah.

This was built by the Nabateans.

What's that? 9th century?

-[Alice] 4th century.
-A.D.?

-B.C.
-B.C., of course...

-Did you say Nabateans?
-Oh, you didn't hear me?

-No.
-Oh, now you know.

-That's where I went wrong.
-Yeah, sure, sure.

You know, it actually flourished
due to trade routes,

incense, spices, silks,

and of course, its gorgeous
rock-cut architecture.

When it was annexed
by the Romans,

it fell into total disrepair.

By the time the earthquakes hit
in the 6th century,

its infrastructure was
basically destroyed.

So, when the Ottomans got here,
they didn't know

what to do with it.
They just kind of...

left it.

As is.

Is that interesting to you?

[Tom] Very.

[Arabic shouting, outside]

[Alice]
Oh my God, wait.

[whisper]
No, no, no, come here.

Oh, God...

[dog barking]

[Arabic shouting continues]

[Arabic shouting]

He's going back.
[chuckles]

[Arabic shouting]

[laughing]

[sweeping music]

[train accelerating]

[tense music]

[loudspeaker announcement,
in French]

[in English]
Excuse me?

[in English]
I need help, please.

Him?

-Hello.
-Hi, I'm looking for

Maurice Geroux.
Is he around here?

Maurice?
I'm sorry, he left.

Around an hour ago.

[sighs] Do you know
where I can find him?

Eh, why?

It's personal.

Do you have an address?
Or a number or something?

I'm afraid I can't give
his address to a stranger.

But how do you know
Maurice Geroux?

I don't.
He was the conductor

on a train I took recently.

And I need to...

Yeah, okay...
I'm sorry, Mademoiselle.

I... I can't just

give out his address,
you understand?

Yes, of course.

Sorry.

We actually slept together
about a month ago.

It wasn't a big deal.
Kind of casual.

But now it is a big deal

because I'm pregnant
with Maurice's child.

And I need to speak
to him right now.

[stammering]

[laughter, commotion]

[in English] I'm sorry.
I'm sorry about my colleagues.

Of course,
I give you his address.

-Thank you.
-Sorry.

-Good.
-Of course.

Here.

[distant chatter]

[distant engine revving]

-[speaking in French]
-[wolf whistling]

[men speaking in French]

Oh...

[in English] Back up!

Get out of my way.

Hm?

Huh?

[woman shouting]

[men laughing]

[tense music]

[tense music continues]

[music softens]

[knocking on door]

[door creaks]

[news report in background]

[in English]
Hello?

[gasps]

Oh, God!
Oh, my God!

[stammers]

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God...
No, no, no...

[breathing heavily]
Okay...

Oh, my God...

What the f*ck?

[man grunting]

[tense music]

[woman]
Madame?

Madame, madame,
hold on, wait-wait-wait.

Hold on, it's okay,
I know what it...

[shrieking]

I'm sorry! I don't know!
I just got here!

Okay! Shh! Calm down...

[woman continues shouting]

[Alice panting heavily]

[men shouting]

[men continue shouting]

[men's voices nearing]

-[squeaking]
-[Alice shouts]

[men's voices continue]

[men's voices recede]

[squeaking]

[men's voices continue]

[men's voices continue]

[racing footsteps]

[distant sirens blaring]

[sigh of relief]

Okay... all right...

It's not a matter of policies,
it's a matter of marketing.

[phone vibrating]

When did you get so cynical?

Something's happened.
I need to see you right away.

Alice, is everything okay?
I thought you left.

No, no, it's not,
I just went to...

I went to see the conductor,
the one from Tom's train,

and when I got there,
he was... he was dead.

-He was... He was dead...
-Whoa... wait...

slow down, okay?

-Are you okay?
-Yeah, I saw the man who did it.

-What man?
-[Alice] He was very muscular.

He had very dark hair,
with, like, a bun.

Where are you?

I'm at the Hotel Peron.
Room 218.

-Okay, I'm coming.
-Okay, thank you.

[panicked breathing]

[buttons clicking]

She saw you.

She's at the hotel.
Room 218.

Go there, now.

[ominous music]

[motorbike revving]

[tense music]

[phone vibrating, ringing]

-Ouais?
-I was right

-about the conductor.
-What?

[Alice] I went to his apartment,
but when I got there,

he was already dead,
he... someone slit his throat.

Who have you spoken to?

Just one person
from Tom's charity.

He's coming actually
to meet me right now.

Alice! Which hotel?

Which hotel are you staying at?

-Peron.
-I'm coming now.

Do not speak to anyone!
You hear me?

Do not speak to anyone!

[door shuts]

[tense music]

[frantic breathing]

[running water]

[knocking on door]

[running water stops]

[knocking on door]

[Alice pants heavily]

[loud bang on door]

[loud bang on door]

[loud banging]

[loud banging]

[Alice gasps]

[man grunts]

[tense music]

[Alice grunts]

Help!

Help!

[car braking, man grunting]

[Hélène]
Get in! Now! Quick!

Quick!

[man grunting]

Are you okay?
Yes? Okay?

Oh, my God,
I'm having a panic attack.

-Breathe.
-[Alice panting heavily]

-Oh my God!
-Breathe, breathe slowly.

-Oh, my God...
-You're safe, Alice.

[phone ringing]

-[Alice] It's Durand.
-He works at SOS?

-Don't answer.
-No, he's been helping me.

I cannot protect you

if you do not want
to be protected.

Does he know which hotel
you are staying at?

-Yes, but...
-Who else knows?

I guess Inspector Drax.

Okay, so at least one of them
is trying to k*ll you!

I didn't tell you about SOS.

How do you know
that's where Tom worked?

How do you know
that's where Tom worked?

-It's my job.
-What is?

To... To know things.

Okay, you'd better start
telling me some truths,

-or I'm gonna call him back.
-Don't be so stupid.

-Okay, fine.
-Don't be so... please!

Tom got off the train
because of me.

-What?
-I will explain.

-What?!
-First... First,

we need to go
somewhere safe first.

[Alice sighs]
I...

sh*t! My bags are
at the train station.

Okay, don't worry.

Let's go to the train station.

Seriously, what is going on?

[soft music]

I am something like a bête noire

for your former lover.

The truth is,
for the past six months,

I've been investigating him.

On the train,
I was following him.

Either he saw me, or...

someone told him
I was on it, and...

he must have panicked
and got off.

Why on earth
are you investigating him?

I believe Tom Parker runs

one of the largest
human trafficking operations

in the Middle East.

-Tom?
-[Hélène] Yes.

[Alice laughs]

-Wait...
-I have reason to believe...

Oh, no. You are... You are
so, so far off on this one.

I mean, Tom would never, ever...

Did you know
he kept a boat in Marseille?

-So you knew about the boat?
-Yes, of course.

-So you lied to me?
-No.

I withheld the truth.
That's very different.

-I thought you were helping me.
-I was investigating you.

-Who do you work for?
-Oh, I'm freelance.

-Suits me better.
-Yeah...

when did they let you go?

[chuckles]

[gulps]

Five years ago.

I'm not gonna listen
to any more of this nonsense.

You don't know Tom at all.
I'm leaving.

Where to?

To the police, obviously.

You told me only two people knew

you were staying
at the Peron, right?

Durand and Drax.

So the question is,

which one is trying to k*ll you?

If I had to choose,
I would bet on Durand.

He's too smooth,
too polite, too charming.

Okay, no, no,
Alex has been kind.

-He's been helpful.
-Okay, so Drax?

This city is packed
with dirty cops.

Maybe he plans to set you up
for Geroux's m*rder.

Oh, my God, this is insane!

There has to be a very simple
explanation for all this.

Explanation? For what?

A guy showing up at your door
ready to k*ll you?

Give me a simple
explanation for that.

[Alice sighs]

Have you seen the news?

You have nowhere to go.

[tense music]