Oh...
Ah?
- Did you crack Dean's encryption? - I got a little sidetracked.
I intercepted a string of Ml6 transmissions.
They're about the testing and sale of a prototype MPB.
- That's impossible. - I thought so too.
- What's an MPB? - Sorry. It's a micropulse bomb.
They're super nasty - incinerate the people, leave everything else intact.
There was an incident in Siberia two days ago. Information's leaking out slowly...
You think that's the test. The Brits aren't pursuing it. It breaks every arms treaty.
Have you notified the director general?
Until we know who we can trust, we can't approach Ml6 officially.
Jack and Sydney are in England to find out more.
Meantime, we'll go over every transmission Marshall pulled off the server
to see if we missed something. I'm working on these.
- OK. - I'll take these.
You should see my youngest grandchild Daisy.
Four years old and already a master of the computer.
Have you chosen a name? I myself have always been partial to Rupert.
Such a distinguished name. A shame it's fallen out of favor.
- Wouldn't you agree, dear? - Rupert. It's a classic.
Excuse me.
Can't get enough Devonshire clotted cream. We don't have it in the States.
If you'll just pardon me. Thank you.
I prefer the cinnamon, but the blackberry is also very good.
Excuse me, ma'am. Forgot a napkin.
Oh.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- Do you still play? - No. Gave it up years ago.
You shouldn't have approached me here.
I take it Joseph still doesn't know what you do for a living.
How would it look for the French ambassador to have a spook for a wife?
Besides, this is where I get my best intelligence.
I already talked with the Minister of Finance. He's a dimwit.
What's this about, Jack?
We believe someone within Ml6 is attempting to acquire a micropulse bomb.
That's outrageous. Ml6 would never sanction...
I agree. More likely, whoever it is represents some corrupt element.
- You're suggesting we've a double agent? - Yes.
But it goes much deeper than that. Have you ever heard of Prophet 5?
- Have you seen Elizabeth? - No, sorry.
Excuse me.
Pardonnez-moi. Are you Joseph Vachon, the French ambassador?
- Why, yes I am. - I knew it.
I've been taking French classes at night.
Little ones are supposed to pick up so quickly.
I was just wondering if I could just practice a little bit on you.
- I suppose so, yeah. - Great. OK, all right.
Très bien. Great! OK, um...
The network behind Prophet 5 is far-reaching.
They appear to have infiltrated multiple intelligence agencies, not just Ml6.
And you think that following this weapon will give us the key to finding out more?
You want me to investigate my agency from the inside?
I wouldn't come to you if it didn't involve Sydney.
Sydney? Is she all right?
She's fine. You just met her, in fact.
My goodness. It has been a long time.
And unless she's wearing a very convincing disguise...
I'm gonna be a grandfather - a very young grandfather.
Jack. She's lovely.
She is. The agent I told you about, Michael Vaughn... he was her fiancé.
I'm sorry.
What you're asking me to do - to investigate my own agency -
that's treason.
What's a little treason between old friends?
My source got back to me. She confirmed what we suspected.
The acquisition of the MPB weapon is off-book. Ml6 has not sanctioned it.
Could she identify the double agent?
No. But she was able to ID the engineer who designed the weapon.
This man, Lukas Basarov.
Tenured faculty, University of St. Petersburg.
Holds degrees in physics and thermonuclear engineering.
Apparently he has a side business.
He's currently en route to a conference in Sao Paulo, Brazil.
He's scheduled to give a talk on theoretical microdynamics.
Sounds awesome.
Well, Brazil - isn't that the place where they have the string...
What are they called? Not bikinis...
- Thongs. - Yes.
My source found evidence that within 48 hours Basarov will receive a transmission
regarding where and when the sale is taking place.
We can presume he'll receive this one at the conference via his laptop.
We just access the laptop, upload the bugging software. I can do it.
You need to be here to decrypt.
Rachel's perfectly equipped to do the work in the field.
Wheels up in two hours.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Here's your program, a Flinkman special. - Thanks.
- You sure you're OK with this? - Yeah.
I'm actually glad that I'm going. Anything to keep the investigation moving.
When's the last time you did something just for fun?
- Hitting Dean on the head with a shovel. - OK.
OK, it hasn't been high on my list of priorities.
But... you have to have a life.
I know. OK.
I'll work on it, I promise... after Brazil.
Hi, I'm checking in. Lydia Sand.
The room you requested is available. You're here for the conference?
- Yes. - Let me get your information packet.
I don't care what geek convention you have.
I was told an upgrade wouldn't be a problem.
Americans.
So Lydia, you here on business?
Yes. A geek conference.
- You heard that, huh? - I did.
What are the odds, huh?
I'm in place. Yes, I'm looking at him right now.
I'll have the details of the trade by tomorrow.
Don't worry, Benjamin.
For what you're paying me, I won't let anything stand in my way.
Dr. Basarov. Hi. Sorry to interrupt.
I was just reading your article and, well, I was wondering,
would you mind signing it?
Look. I have... What do you call them? Groupie.
Mm.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I would like the shrimp stew, the pork and beef skewers...
And also, the tomato salad. I'm trying to lay off the carbs.
Get it here in ten minutes and I'll triple the gratuity.
Room service.
Hm. Mm.
- Agent Grace. - Hi, it's me.
- How'd it go? - It went fine. Great.
Good. I'll notify Jack and Marshall.
So, what do I do now?
Your PDA will alert you when it intercepts Basarov's transmission.
Then send it to Marshall. Till then, it looks like you got the night off.
- Just relax. - All right.
Lydia?
Right?
I'm sorry about that crack I made earlier.
12 hours on a plane next to a screaming toddler - you know how that can be.
'Course, that's no excuse.
Don't worry about it.
- Whatever beer you have on tap, please. - Sim, señor.
My name's Bob Brown.
Lydia. But you already knew that.
Thank you.
Conference that bad?
No. It's just... you know, tough day.
Sometimes at these work events I feel like I'm in over my head.
I just started in a new division.
It's a lot more responsibilities, more risks.
Sounds like you need to rethink your perspective a little bit.
Anything in life worth doing has an element of risk.
It's what makes life interesting.
I can definitely say my life has been interesting lately.
And I did manage to do what I came here for, so...
Well, then, good for you. As you say, cheers.
Cheers.
So, Bob... you here on business as well?
Yep.
I'm in international trade.
What do you trade?
Whatever my clients pay me to trade.
- Do you like it? - Hell, yeah.
I work freelance, so I get to travel, meet all sorts of fascinating people...
present company included.
Last year I tried something a little different.
Something more conventional, stable.
- How'd that work out? - Ah...
It didn't. I was terrible at it.
I was so bored that I wanted to blow my brains out.
So I decided to take less drastic measures and do something... that I know best.
I just moved. Left my entire life behind, actually.
Well, fresh starts are good, right?
And the new people I work with are great.
- You don't sound too convinced. - No, they are. That's part of the problem.
They're so good at what they do.
I mean, there's this one woman. She's amazing and she's about to have a baby.
I'm not sure I could manage work and a goldfish.
Well, aquariums are overrated. Remember that.
OK.
You want another one?
I would love one.
So, um...
Thank you for keeping me company.
It was my pleasure.
- Good night. - Good night.
- Do you have your key? - We can't go in my room.
There are clothes all over the place. Can't we go to yours?
Uh...
Please? Please...
What the hell?
Come here.
Mm.
Hm.
Just so you know, I don't usually do this.
Well, I appreciate your making the exception.
You should know that gorgeous engineers have a way of throwing themselves at me...
- I did not throw myself at you. - OK, if that's what you need to believe.
- Want something to drink? - Yes. That'd be lovely.
OK.
We're in the tropics, so how about some rum?
OK, so... you hate rum.
- Sorry, I forgot how early my flight was. - We got a couple hours, right?
I've got to meet with my boss and I'm completely unprepared.
Well, I'd hate to be the one... to make you lose your job.
- Bob, it's been... - Yeah, it has.
Carrie, I'm in something huge now...
It's Rachel. The transmission's coming in early.
Oh. OK, uh...
- Give me a sec. - Transferring now.
I'll get right on it.
Rachel, you did great.
Marshall's almost done analyzing the transmission. It won't be much longer.
Oh, good.
You're in a good mood. Anything you're not telling me?
I...
Nothing, just... The trip was really relaxing.
What'd you do? Spit it out.
I met a guy at the hotel.
Some business guy, which is not at all my type.
And we were just talking at the bar and one thing led to...
Another, obviously. You gonna see him again?
- He thinks I'm Lydia, a British engineer. - Rats, yeah.
So no, I guess.
Guess what happens in Brazil stays in Brazil.
- What happened in Brazil? - Rachel got food poisoning.
Sorry. Marshall decrypted the transmission.
The double agent is due to meet Basarov in Spain in 14 hours. I'm leaving to surveil.
You taking anyone with you?
My Ml6 contact is joining me.
- You'll coordinate from here? - Yeah.
Good.
Well, this is charming.
I knew you'd like it.
I could've spared you the trip, handled this alone.
Someone from my agency is involved. I can't stand on the sidelines.
I figured as much.
Why don't you start with the cameras?
Sounds good.
- This is Phoenix. How are you doing? - We're almost set up.
Connection's good.
OK, you should be getting visuals.
Got it. We're standing by.
Tag the weapon with this tracker...
Joseph.
Where does he think you are?
Developing-nations summit.
- You were saying? - Once the weapon's in transport,
we'll notify the CNA so they can recover it without tipping the double agent.
Sounds good.
Looks like they're ahead of schedule.
- Do you see that? - Yeah.
Given the size, I'm assuming it's got at least a 20-mile blast radius.
- Thought he was showing up alone. - So did I.
- That man... Can you get a better image? - Yeah, I'm on it.
- My God, that's Masari. - Who?
Dad, those are not Ml6 agents. Repeat, those are not Ml6 agents.
- That is Benjamin Masari. - Who?
Sudanese head of the RLF, responsible for bombing western targets in Africa.
This is an ambush.
The bomb.
Dad, can you hear me?
- It's no good. They're jamming our signal. - Dad, do you copy? Can you hear me?
I want intel from anybody who's ever done business with Masari.
Find out what they know.
Anything yet?
I'm indexing passenger manifests to and from Málaga. Nothing.
Find something.
- Interpol is on the line. - Any trace from the signal?
- They disabled the tracker. - I want everything we have on the RLF.
Right away.
- I came as soon as I heard. - Sorry to pull you away from Nadia.
How did it happen?
They were surveilling a trade. An MPB was to be delivered to a double agent in Ml6.
Masari and his men showed up instead. I've been reviewing the footage.
- What time was the meet set? - 2:30am.
- Masari and his men? - Showed up at 2:17.
The agent never had a chance. They beat him to it.
You think it's unrelated?
Micropulse bomb.
It's a weapon coveted by criminal organizations. Masari must have found out.
- How? - How did you get your intel, Sydney?
- Rachel intercepted a transmission. - Well, maybe she wasn't the only one.
Someone else was in that hotel.
Say hello to an old friend - Julian Sark.
Footage places him at the hotel in Sao Paulo
at the same time Rachel intercepted the message,
which makes it likely that he did the same.
- I thought he was out of the game. - Apparently not.
He must've been working for Masari.
Who is this guy?
Kidnapper, extortionist, murderer... The list goes on.
Formerly tied to SD6 and the Covenant. Mostly works for himself.
Freelance.
I had no idea. I'll do anything.
I have to ask. Did he use you for information?
No. There's no way... We were never in my room.
He never even had access to the transmission. I can find him.
- He's probably halfway around the world. - No, I saw a plane ticket.
He's going to the Bahamas.
- Lydia. - How nice, you remembered my name.
Do you remember me?
Sydney. I suppose congratulations is in order.
If you're planning on arresting me, I'm not gonna make it easy on you.
My father and another agent have been taken captive by Benjamin Masari.
We need to find his base of operations.
My clients pay handsomely for their privacy.
It would be unprofessional of me to give that information to you.
Which is why we aren't here to arrest you. We're here to hire you.
I was beginning to wonder if you'd forgotten about us.
I imagine, for you, this cell seems somewhat inhumane.
You Westerners, so accustomed to your indulgences.
Why are we here?
You were transmitting a video feed when you were found.
Where was it going?
Holiday photos - Costa del Sol in winter.
As you say, we do like our little indulgences.
Do not touch her!
If you want to spare her, answer me!
Where was the transmission going?
Take me.
- I'm not easily frightened. - You should be.
The right one.
If you want to spare her...
answer me.
Perhaps we should try this again.
Who do you work for?
- Wait. - Don't tell him.
Clearly you don't work with your hands, huh?
Ugh!
What is it?
My sources say things got complicated in Spain.
- What do you know about it? - Everything.
You've kidnapped two agents - one CIA, the other is British intelligence.
There's an international search unde^rway.
I appreciate the information.
You've saved me some time and a few bullets.
- I could do more. I have a proposition. - Always the businessman.
Those agents you've kidnapped are quite valuable.
I know people who'd pay an exorbitant amount to get their hands on them.
No, best kill them and be done with it.
Do whatever it takes.
Benjamin, you have many enemies.
Given what I know, I imagine I could broker a lucrative deal for myself.
Are you threatening me?
I'm simply a businessman. When opportunity knocks...
I'll expect you within the next 24 hours.
Where shall we make the exchange?
Tunisia. My compound.
Can we trust him?
He's telling the truth. I'll arrange for transport.
Sydney... getting your father from Masari...
We need to go in tactically.
How am I supposed to sit here and do nothing? It's my dad.
We both know he wouldn't want you to go.
I can't lose him.
You won't.
- A gift? - A locator.
We need to know where Masari is holding them. We can't risk tipping him off.
You haven't done this before, have you?
I imagine you feel you're to blame for this. You're not. I'm very good at what I do.
When you're with them, press the winding stem on the watch. We'll do the rest.
- You're quite fetching in black. - I will gag you.
OK.
Does this mean we can't be friends?
- Time to switch. - Thank God.
Heard the phone ring.
Wasn't them.
Y- you want some company? You know, while we wait?
I'd like that.
Masari is expecting me.
I'm sure Colonel Masari will be very pleased to see you.
If you expect to be paid, have this wreck fixed before I'm done with my business.
- How was the trip? - Exhausting, as usual.
Have you thought about moving somewhere more accessible?
Remoteness is a virtue.
Yes. It's also time-consuming.
So, I'm afraid we're gonna have to cut this visit short.
If you could take me to the prisoners, I can be on my way.
- Why the rush? - I need to be in Tunis by nightfall.
I'm afraid that... won't be possible.
Cover the entrance. Come on.
- She needs medical attention. - You don't look so good yourself.
- You OK? - Yeah.
An extraction team is standing by. I'll call for them.
- Yeah. - We've got them.
- And Masari? - He and Sark are still missing.
- Yeah. - Sydney, it's me.
- Thank God. How's my father? - He's alive. But we've got another problem.
- Can we evacuate? - There's no time. They won't get far.
Rachel, we're gonna talk you through this.
OK, Rachel, there should be a front panel. You see that?
Uh...
- Yeah. It's screwed in. - OK, great. Just unscrew it.
- OK, unscrew it with what? - Might I suggest something sharp?
Hold on.
Here.
So, what happened?
I overestimated my friendship with Masari.
He assumed I was betraying him and he took the money and he left.
- So then he knows you pretty well. - Mm.
I unscrewed the front panel. Now what?
If it works on microwave energy, it has a coaxial capacitor bank. Do you see that?
Uh, maybe. I don't know.
It should be attached to a power source.
- OK, I found it. - OK, great. You need to jam the pulse.
- How? - Reroute the wires to a neutral bank.
OK.
- W-wait. If that's the wrong one... - I thought you liked risks.
I also like my body. As I recall, you do too.
It's still armed.
That's OK. Disable the compression generator.
Look for a wire running to the microwave antenna, OK?
Don't you want to get Dixon? No offense, but you haven't had the best judgment.
- OK. I got it. - Cut that. That should work.
- Should or will? - Should.
Just so we're clear.
You approached me. You were the one stupid enough to let me into your room.
And afterwards, you were the one that wanted to cuddle.
It's disarmed.
- That was spectacular, Rachel. - Thank you.
- About what you just heard... - Don't need to know, don't want to.
I've spoken with the driver. There's a plane waiting in Tunis.
You'll be in a London hospital by nightfall.
Wish Sydney well for me.
I'm sorry, Elizabeth.
Don't be.
About your payment...
You'd love to arrest me right now, wouldn't you?
Next time.
Give us the account number. We'll wire you your fee.
Don't bother. This one's a freebie.
You sure you don't need anything? I could stop by on my way home.
- I'm fine. Just exhausted. - That's understandable.
Why don't we meet for breakfast? I'll pick you up.
That'd be great.
Dad.
If anything had happened and I couldn't have been there...
Sydney, you did exactly what I would have wanted.
You and the baby are all that matters.
I love you, Dad.
Sleep well.
Bad robot!