Look!
You owe me 300 euros.
Hah!
- Cheeky boy. - You were... Wow.
- Did you see the face on that nun? - Yeah. And that old guy.
I thought he was going to faint.
He will when he finds his Rolex gone.
Come back to mine and we'll get high.
It don't get better than that. That was a high.
Yeah, but that was only an appetizer.
You can do better than me.
Special Agent Briar, they're ready for you.
Are you familiar with Deep Net crypto currency transactions?
I don't bank online.
Right. You're a field guy.
Your last op, Anbar,
you were tasked surveillance,
but you did a little more than that.
Without clear visual evidence, you broke cover to take down six suspects
who you alone had ascertained were carrying concealed explosives.
I'm curious, are you saying you knew
what they were carrying underneath their clothing before engaging?
Oh, yeah.
Like I could tell you, Tom...
got tighty whities on, right?
But in the process, you exposed your key informant, Fatima Hamza.
Two years building her trust,
infiltrating the terror network, wasted.
- It was a calculated risk. - Really?
Because your Baghdad CO describes you as reckless, insubordinate
and irresponsible toward human assets.
You recognise that description?
No, but I recognise an asshole when I see one.
Tom, a minute.
I stuck my neck out trying to get you this position.
- You have to play the game. - Oh, yeah.
And you know how good I am at that.
Welcome to Paris.
Ok, the timer is set.
Are you sure the office will be empty?
Yes.
It's just a warning, to make them listen.
You're the only person I could ask to do this, Zoe.
You're the only one I trust.
Thank you. Thank you.
That.
And as ordered...
two Japanese passports.
How about 800?
Baba, that's a genuine Reverso. I could get two grand for that on George V.
So sell it there.
Nine.
And I throw in Lacoste shirts.
Your crocodiles are sewn on backwards.
You must have enough now, Michael, to go back home.
Nothing to go back to.
Then, forward.
Everyone has to have a dream.
I'm gonna put myself through med school, find a cure for Alzheimer's.
Last week, wasn't it Parkinson's?
Really?
You have a good evening... Dr Michael.
Good evening.
- Good evening. - Good evening.
Good evening.
♪ Life was full and fruitful and you could take a real bite ♪
Hey!
♪ But the shadow it grows and takes the depth away ♪
♪ Leaving broken down pieces to this priceless ballet ♪
You said there'd be no-one there.
We're supposed to frighten them, not kill them.
Listen!
Get back there and do as we planned.
You're running out of time.
I can't do it.
I'm going to throw it in the river.
She freaked out.
You said she'd be ok.
She'll come back.
Look at me.
If the bomb doesn't go off there'll be no party.
You said she could handle it.
I'll find her.
Go on then.
What do you think?
We'll see.
Zoe?
Talk to me, please.
Breaking news of a bomb blast in Place Maurice Chevalier.
Shit. Wrong target.
At least there was an explosion.
Send the threat.
This was just the first strike.
In thirty-six hours we will bring this city to it's knees.
Mr. Gamieux, we've all heard the threat message.
As head of Homeland Security
can you reassure the people of Paris?
We're upgrading the national threat level to Code Three.
36 hours.
That'll take you up to the Bastille Day parade. Will it still go ahead?
July 14th, Bastille Day, is our national holiday.
Would America cancel Independence Day?
Would you put away your flags and your fireworks
or would you hold them higher?
France does not give in to threats.
We will hunt these people down and make them pay. Thank you.
We're trying to enhance the image.
Do we release to the media?
Not yet.
First run it by the CIA and Interpol.
Maybe they'll help for a change.
What have you got?
The French picture is back to front.
We got lucky. Unrelated surveillance of their Finance Minister five blocks away.
- The same guy shows up in our shot. - Are we sharing this with the French?
I think the less they know about us spying on them, the better, don't you?
It could jeopardize our entire operation.
The image has been matched with one Michael Mason, born in Vegas.
His dad was a casino pit boss, his mom a realtor.
Good grades, heading for college,
till Dad took off, leaving them with gambling debts.
Then the wheels come off. Drops out of high school.
Arrested in Reno for card sharking.
Outstanding warrants in four states for short-con fraud.
Skipped bail, fled the country, entered France on a tourist visa.
We contacted his mother.
Only heard from her son twice in the last 18 months,
both times collect call from a payphone in Paris.
She had no idea where he is or what he's doing.
Quote: "Just like his dad,"
"he's always running from something, mostly himself."
So what are we doing?
We're looking for a data trail - stolen credit cards, bank accounts...
- Same payphone? - Yeah?
What are we waiting for? Let's get him.
Same payphone in 18 months, he lives on that street.
A direct action could compromise connections to a wider terrorist...
A US citizen kills four people in Paris.
We missed it on your watch. We sit on our asses while he strikes again?
Briar, this isn't Baghdad, it's Paris.
Red wine, the Louvre, Louis Vuitton. You can't just start firing.
Tom's right.
If you can bag him discreetly,
we can get 24 hours with him off site.
- Then the French can have what's left. - OK.
Just make sure there is something left.
Police have released a CCTV image of a man wanted in connection with the incident
and the authorities are asking anyone with information
about the identity of the man to come forward.
Border control has been alerted.
At present no one has come forward to claim responsibility for the...
Excuse me.
He'll avoid surveillance camera coverage.
This street is good. He can get in and out of here real quick.
Multiple routes of entry and exits. Good roof access. What's on 44?
- Crack den, raided twice in 12 months. - Too much heat.
- 48? - Immigrant flophouse.
How about 52?
No criminal history, no registered tenants.
- Cash only. - Speak up.
- Cash only. - All right, I'm going in.
suggests that the timing of this attack,
in the run-up to France's national holiday and military parade...
The city remains on high alert for tomorrow's celebrations.
Crime scene investigations continue and the area is...
- Hello. - Hello.
- It's okay? - Yes.
Do you know this guy?
Yes, I know him.
He lives at the top.
Thank you.
- Thank you. - Here.
Fuck.
Ugh!
No!
Stop!
Move! Come on!
Yeah, motherfucker, now what?
Have you found her?
She's here. She's a bit upset.
Who's the fucking bomber boy on the news?
I don't know. Someone stole her bag.
Keep her there.
I've killed four people!
It's not right.
Zoe, stop! It's not your fault.
But it was me who killed them.
Is everyone ready?
You got a problem, Xavier?
We shouldn't have trusted a girl.
The wrong target will bring way too much heat.
We need chaos, we'll get chaos.
First we deal with the bitch.
Stay here if you don't have the stomach.
Let's go.
Zoe, get up. Quick!
What are you doing?
There are some men coming to kill you.
Go down the back stairs and get out.
Leave Paris.
If you stay they'll kill you.
Shut the fuck up.
Hey.
- Are you in love? - Love?
- No. - Are you writing a novel?
- What? No. - What the fuck are you doing in Paris?
- I just... - What organization do you work for?
Your manifesto says this is the first strike.
- My... - Where are you bombing next?
- I'm not a terrorist. - Is this not you?
That is... I put the bag in the trash.
But I didn't know there was a bomb in it.
- I'm sorry, man. - Somebody gave it to you?
- I stole it. - You stole it?
I'm a pick-pocket. It's what I fucking do.
- You didn't look inside? - Yeah, I looked inside.
- You didn't see the bomb? - There was just crap in there.
It was a wig, a toy. I put it back. I swear to God. I'm really sorry.
- I didn't... I'm sorry. - Shut up!
Focus!
I didn't know what was in that bag.
But you ran and you made me chase you, and innocent people do not run.
You were coming after me. Have you seen yourself?
What I need you to understand is this does not look good for you.
One phone call and you're on a phantom flight to the middle of nowhere,
off the grid.
You would not be missed.
It wasn't my bag.
I swear to God.
Whose was it?
Er... this girl.
- Describe her. - OK. She was pretty.
She had brown hair and a blonde wig.
She had a bag. Her body language made me think there was something valuable in it.
Two pounds of Semtex. Well done.
That's her phone. That was in the bag. It rang and I answered it.
Some French guy, he called her Zoe.
- Where'd you steal it? - Pigalle.
If I go to surveillance cameras, I see you stealing it?
- I only work blind spots so no cameras. - Yeah.
Because you don't have a record in Paris.
No thefts, no pick-pockets, no stolen bags.
- Just this motherfucking terrorist money. - That is from selling the stuff I steal.
- Who do you sell it to? - I have a guy.
- Where? - In Barbès.
You must be really good.
Overall number one draft pick of pick-pockets.
I'm the best.
You'd better be.
Her phone signal is ten minutes from here.
Expensive neighbourhood for a hippy chick.
Daddy must be a lawyer.
She knows the guy in the photo.
She was with him two hours before the explosion.
An accomplice?
Not exactly.
It's gone viral.
Like the limelight, do you?
That's him.
Is he your boyfriend?
He's a pick-pocket.
He used me.
His name?
Don't know.
He was American.
Seven watches,
four wallets and two Japanese passports.
Reported stolen in Montmartre.
Japanese passports?
That's a custom order.
Go question the traffickers in Barbès.
Walk up to me and steal my wallet.
OK.
I wouldn't have a guy come up to me in the street and ask me to steal his wallet.
- It doesn't work like that. - Just do it.
OK, OK. Er...
Well, I'd walk up to the guy, avoid eye contact,
step to the side, look him in the eye and then I'd be gone.
- Still there. - But the money's gone.
See, I took the wallet the first time
and then put it back the second, only without the money.
It's all about the distraction.
You were too busy watching me to see what I was doing.
Give me that.
Sit down.
Package delivery.
I have a package for Zoe Naville.
Wrong address.
Hello.
I have a package for Zoe Naville.
Zoe Naville?
Sorry, I think you got the wrong address.
American?
Yeah.
It's quite specific, this address.
Well, I'm sorry I can't help you.
- Sorry to have disturbed you. - Yeah.
No problem.
Christophe!
Hello? Hello? Police, please.
Yes.
Why should I help you?
We can help your family with their citizenship.
Or not.
- You lost him? - We were compromised.
They were tactical. G-19s and gas masks.
And now we have French police crawling through an unlisted agency safe house.
This was a bag job, not urban warfare. How the hell were you compromised?
Two ops looking for a girl called Zoe. All right?
Mason said he stole a bag from a girl called Zoe. She's the key.
Uploading her phone data now.
You need to get Mason before the French know we're digging in their front yard.
They tracked her phone. Get me everything off it.
- Briar... - Mason has a fence at Barbès.
We get him, we get the girl, we get 'em all.
Your mission is Mason.
Karen's put herself on the line for you. She's stalling the French.
Get Mason before this blows up in our faces.
Our prime suspect.
A witness came forward and identified him as an American.
American?
Do you have a name?
Not yet, but a possible sighting.
Paris police are investigating a violent disturbance
in an apartment block in Rue Saint Vincent.
Neighbours placed the suspect at the scene and...
a black man with an American accent.
Go on.
The police report says the apartment had some sort of...
hidden interrogation room.
Terror links?
No, it smells like...
intelligence.
And what does intelligence smell like?
Karen... we go way back.
I have four bodies on the street on the eve of Bastille Day.
- If you have any information... - If I did... I would tell you.
You know that.
Of course.
- Of course. - How's the wife?
Expensive.
So, Pascale let us down.
We split the money fourteen ways now. Any problem?
What about the girl and the two Americans?
I'll deal with them.
- Make the call. Pin it on the mosque. - Yes, ok.
- And the video clip? - We're on it.
I have the layout of the bank.
If we follow the plan exactly,
and we spread the chaos...
Jackpot.
It was an anonymous call.
They said the bomb was made
at the community centre in Saint-Denis.
This centre, it's part of the mosque?
Yes.
I have the RAPID commander waiting outside.
Sophie, send in the commander please.
Sir.
Commander Rafi Bernard of RAPID unit.
His team resolved the Nanterre airport siege last year.
- You lost two men, right? - And one paralyzed.
Are the families being taken care of?
It could be better.
You've been briefed?
It's delicate. The day before Bastille Day.
Is that going to be a problem?
No problem at all, sir.
Good. So, gentlemen ...
Go.
All units.
I've found bomb-making equipment.
Repeat, I've found bomb-making equipment.
Dirty race!
Fascist bastards!
Perfect.
Action, reaction.
This should stir things up nicely.
We have evidence that the bombers spent time at the mosque
but our chief suspect remains at large.
And we continue to take the threat very seriously.
American?
Hey, Baba.
You plant that bomb?
I stole the bag. I didn't know what was in it.
Please, Baba, I need somewhere to hide.
- I never took you for that kind of guy. - And I'm not.
- Look, please, Baba, you know me. - Do I?
Do I?
You owe me.
All right. All right.
Follow me.
Wait here.
Ok, keep him there.
Rue Chercell, Barbès. Lock it down. Alert RAPID.
Once again this foreign culture
has spilled blood on our streets.
They've bombed our capital city!
When will France wake up?
If we find him armed,
we shoot him on sight.
Immigrants are not responsible for this bomb.
Why are these fascists blaming us?
We refuse to be treated this way.
RAPID team on site.
We'll take it from here.
Give me the key.
Clear.
- Where is he? - He was here.
- Stop lying! Where is he? - He was here!
We'll beat it out of you.
Go on, kick the shit out of him.
Black six. He's coming your way.
I'm in position.
I have a visual.
Do you see him?
Affirmative. Target acquired.
Get in!
Shoot!
Fuck!
Whore!
That fucking cop was gonna shoot me?
You're a terrorist bomber. You killed four people.
Put your seat belt on.
We need to stop these Americans finding the girl.
Put a lookout order on that car.
Anti-fascist protests are growing in the north of the city this morning
after a spate of unprovoked attacks on mosques.
Online activists are questioning the heavy-handed police response.
We need to stand up to these fascists.
We must make some noise and make ourselves heard.
We must take to the streets, show them we are many.
Show them we're not scared.
Fuck the police! Fuck the police!
Zoe.
- Are you ok? - Please help me.
Hey Zoe! Long time no see.
Paul, I'm in trouble, I need somewhere to hide.
Why, what's happened?
I just need to hide.
Ok, don't worry.
You can stay at my place, ok?
The French have found bomb equipment in a mosque.
- Looks like they've found a cell. - No, that don't sound right.
Those two guys that hit me weren't from no mosque.
It was that girl.
So we pass her details on to the French. Your job was to find Mason
- and close this down. - I'm working on that.
What did you find from that girl's phone?
Her phone data connects to an activist squat. Rue Duris, Clichy-sous-Bois. Why?
I'll tell you later.
So, what, you CIA?
You got a name?
- Briar. - Is that a first or last?
It's the only one you're gonna get.
The city's under threat. We need to find that bomber girl.
You'll identify her. Until we do that, that shit is on you.
I'm just a thief who stole a bag.
Just charge me and we'll straighten this out.
Not gonna happen. Want another red dot on your chest?
- I'm not a terrorist. - Hey! You stole a bag.
You left it there. Now, man the fuck up.
- We got a job to do. - This is crazy.
- I don't work for the CIA. - Well, you do today.
♪ BASTILLE, ANGEL HAZE, F*U*G*Z, BRAQUE: Weapon
Hey. I wonder if you can help me.
- I'm looking for my friend Zoe. - I don't know a Zoe.
- Who are you? - Ben from the G8 protests.
- Zoe said to stop by sometime. - I don't know you.
Patrice!
- Patrice! - Sshh!
Come here. Open up.
- Open up. - Ugh! Ugh!
What's your name?
- Tamir. - Tamir, where's Zoe?
- She's not here. - So where's she hiding?
Please, she's innocent.
Whoa! Stop!
Get out!
Out.
Get in.
- I thought you were gonna shoot him. - I'm trying to stop a bomb.
You put a gun in his mouth, you didn't even blink.
- Moral lessons from a pick-pocket. - I don't threaten to kill anyone.
No, you actually kill them.
You're wasting your time. They're gone.
Look through these. Those guys are on there.
So, what am I looking for?
Peroxide guy. He's in her photos.
- So? - Michael, we're the CIA.
We got a lot of equipment. We can get a face recognition.
Or we just go to where he works.
Where?
It's good.
I'll send it to Rafi.
Perfect. Post it online.
He's gonna need another car.
Any car thefts reported in the area?
Car jacking two blocks from you.
Gold Merc. Seen heading west to Bondy.
Excellent. All eyes out.
- What happens now? - We wait for him to show up.
Jesus!
Don't touch that.
I'm not a drug dealer, all right?
You know, I'm not some fucking lowlife. I got plans.
Like what?
I'm raising money to fund my way through med school.
Bullshit. You know, you look left when you lie. It's a very common tell.
You don't fucking know me.
Age 14 through 16, you were caught shoplifting for pornography
and Britney Spears CDs.
You stole your step dad’s car and crashed it into the Caesars Palace fountain.
Categorized as impulsive, lacking of insight and very likely to re-offend.
OK. How about lacking in interpersonal empathy?
Reckless, insubordinate and irresponsible.
Quick to resort to violence.
Motherfucker, you go through my pockets again, I will shoot you in the face.
- Jesus, man, I was just... - Shut up. He's here.
What's the play?
- You gonna stick a gun in his mouth too? - No.
If they see me, they'll move her.
They didn't get a good look at you.
- No way. - Come on. You wanna clear your name?
That guy in there knows where Zoe is. Go in there, get me a lead.
- No fucking way. - Listen, Michael, this is an opportunity.
The agency, they don't just recruit Ivy League types.
They need people like you, street smart.
You know, we're not too different, you and I.
I was just a street kid adopted from Belize.
No value system, no parents, no English.
Nobody gave a fuck about me.
I want a deal.
We get the girl, she confirms my story, I'm free and clear.
Deal.
Pinky promise.
Get the fuck out of here.
I said sorry I'm late, ok?
I've got a friend staying, she needed help.
It's the police. It's always the police.
Where's my phone?
It was right here.
Someone's taken it.
Dude, call my number.
You stole my phone!
Tony.
♪ Joyful and triumphant ♪
♪ Gather around ♪
♪ While I blow my own trumpet ♪
- She's at his place. - You got an address.
Good job.
- That was intense. - Yeah, you did good.
You think I got a chance at the agency?
You got potential.
Fuck the police! Fuck the police!
The city's all fired up. It was on TV back there.
Cops put an Arab protester in hospital.
Such graphic images are provoking a tense situation
with clashes between the left and the far-right.
This is a very regrettable incident.
But with the city under threat we have a duty to maintain order.
It's building up as planned.
The hashtags will tip it over.
Potential sighting of suspects in gold Mercedes.
- Where? - Heading towards La Raincy.
- Hello. - Hello.
See? You can be warm. You're like a different person when you smile.
Can I get a gun?
Where is she?
What do you want?
Where is she?
What are you looking for?
Where is she?
Move and I'll kill him.
I'll kill him!
I'll kill him, OK?
You wanna kill him?
- Go on, kill him. - Briar?
You're a terrorist, right? Go ahead.
Zoe, right? It was your bag, wasn't it?
You remember? In Pigalle. It was your bag.
With the bomb in it that he stole?
Please! No, please.
Sshh!
Now, Zoe, I don't have time for this, all right?
But you're gonna tell me where the next bomb's gonna be.
I need to know now!
I don't wanna hurt you.
Look at me. Look at me.
I've seen this a thousand times.
I take one look at you and I know you're not a terrorist. You're being used.
They probably gave you a story,
told you you're the only one they could trust,
that they'll look after you, but they lied, Zoe.
You're in a lot of trouble.
No one was meant to die.
Who built that bomb?
Jean. I only knew Jean.
Jean. Where is he?
The guy that gave her that bomb is at 14, Rue Kleber. Send backup.
Briar, we're a fucking surveillance team. Your job was to find Mason.
- They're both with me. - You what?
- Briar, bring them in. - No time. Heading there now.
You are way off the reservation here.
If you do this, you are on your own, do you understand?
Understood.
- So we're taking her to the cops, right? - Not yet.
That wasn't the deal. We turn her in, I'm clear.
You wanna go? Go.
I can't cos the cops still think I did it.
I did everything you asked. I thought we were a team.
Sorry, man. You're not Ivy League.
You fucking played me.
All that shit about your past, was that a lie too? You even from Belize?
No, Connecticut, actually.
There he is.
He found her.
- I fucking trusted you, man. - Hey. Shut up.
Get down!
Shit!
You OK?
- Are you hit? - No.
I'm OK too, thanks. Who the fuck are these guys?
Who are they, Zoe? Was that Jean's crew?
No, Jean is not like that. He would never hurt anyone.
He gave you a bomb. Zoe, we don't have time for this.
Are they planning another bomb?
No, we were not planning anything and we only had one bomb.
Well, what are they doing? Give me something. Come on.
Jean said we were fighting back against the fascists,
- that we were trying to disrupt them. - How?
I was supposed to bomb an empty office building.
- Right. - But I changed my mind.
- And then he came along. - You can't put this all on me.
- It was your bag. - I was going to throw it in the river.
Riots are breaking out in Barbès.
It's getting worse as night falls.
The looters are coming out.
Shops are being burned in St Denis.
They're all following this guy.
Together we are stronger. Together we fight back.
Follow the hashtags!
Attack the government!
Attack the police!
Attack the fascists!
We're already overstretched.
The parade's in twelve hours.
I'll call the minister.
He'll raise the threat level to Code Five.
Where?
First floor.
Please don't hurt him.
Get her out of here.
Come here.
So you first met him at a demonstration?
- You know why he chose you? - Chose?
- No, we were in love. - Zoe, listen to me.
When a man is an undercover cop, relationships are not what they seem.
No, it's not true.
I believed in him and I believed in what we had together.
That was his skill.
He had to gain your trust.
Have you done this?
Lie, screw, fuck, use people to get what you want?
Yeah, he's done that and more.
It's what he does for a living.
Hey, I don't need judgement from you.
They're cops, Karen. It's a RAPID team.
They planned the bomb to go off in the Nation Pure offices.
To pin it on a mosque?
Karen, someone's playing chess with the city right now.
Briar, this is out of control.
I have to give this to French Intelligence, OK?
Yeah, who are you gonna talk to?
Victor Gamieux. He was my contact back in Libya. He's OK.
And what about my assets?
- He's gonna want us to turn them over. - A pick-pocket and a bomb mule?
What do you care?
- I don't. - Good.
I'll set a pickup.
He's obviously a professional.
He's all over us. We should pull out.
Enough. Stop making it personal.
We don't have time for this.
He's got the girl. So what?
He can't trace us now.
I don't know. It's risky.
We risk our lives every day for this city.
To end up in a wheel chair
shitting in a bag till we die.
On the scrap heap while they piss money away
on their big dick military parade.
Fuck this city.
Because in twelve hours we're done.
We'll be set for life.
Okay?
Victor.
The bomb was made by an undercover police officer.
His name was Pascal Fibbert.
He was found hanging last night, but he was most likely strangled.
Victor, you have a terrorist conspiracy in the heart of the police force.
The mosque was a setup. There's something going on.
And you have evidence?
I have a witness. Currently in the company of one of my agents.
- The other American? - We're prepared to hand them over to you.
But can you get them into safe custody?
Witness handover needs to be off the books until I know how far the rot spreads.
They're near the Stalingrad Square, in Aubervilliers.
OK, call him. I'll arrange a pickup.
Tell him the safe word is Mike Alpha.
Thank you, Victor.
Gamieux's hand-picking his men. Safe word Mike Alpha.
Thank you for coming to me.
You owe me dinner.
Stalingrad Square, Aubervilliers.
Take them somewhere quiet and kill all three of them.
Are we gonna get Code Five?
Just get the rioters where we need them.
Yes boss.
Send out the final hashtag.
Tell the nutcases where to go.
Mike Alpha?
Hello?
Yes we just picked them up.
OK, see you later.
Come on, Michael.
While the Bastille Day procession gets underway,
protesters have opened up a new front of attack.
The hashtag, Attack The Bank, has gone viral
in a highly co-ordinated online campaign.
In unprecedented numbers,
demonstrators are surrounding the National Bank of France.
Two hundred years ago the people
rose up against the fascists
and stormed the Bastille.
Today we are rising up again
The Minister has authorized me to implement maximum security Code Five.
All available CRS will be on crowd control.
And a RAPID team are approaching by air
to secure the National Bank from within.
- Where is she? - We can't locate her.
All the devices have gone dark.
She went to meet Gamieux this morning to arrange a pickup.
His guys just tried to kill us.
He's Head of French Intelligence. Do you know what...?
Karen's dead, Luddy, all right?
She's dead.
Gamieux is dirty and we need to find out what he's doing.
He is protecting the Bank of France.
He's put RAPID cops in charge. They've gone to Code Five.
Right, so he's put RAPID cops to protect the bank
from the riots that he started.
It's all about the distraction, right?
These guys aren't terrorists. They're thieves.
- What are you talking about? - How much money's in that vault?
It's the French National Reserve.
- And we just gave them the keys. - This is fantasy, Briar.
It is impossible to walk out with that money.
The eyes of the fucking city are on that bank.
And I order you to come in now and hand over...
Briar.
Briar!
Get ready.
Secure the perimeter.
Snipers take your position.
The rest with me. To the doors.
Fuck the bankers! Fuck the bankers!
Take your positions.
Dismiss the security guards.
I'll be on the comms. Listen in.
- And stay here till it's over. - You're ditching us?
- You won't be any use to me. - Why are you doing this?
Well, let's just say I can't stand thieves.
They killed a good CIA officer.
She deserved better.
I mean, what are you doing?
Going in alone, no plan, no backup?
You read my report. I'm reckless and irresponsible.
Is it done?
Yes. All the codes are being changed.
For the gold reserves and the interbank system?
Yes. From 10am the RAPID unit has full control.
Now.
Alarm system over-ridden.
Surveillance cameras down.
Ok, let's go.
I arrived here.
Christophe.
Focus. We're not here for the gold.
There's ten times more in here.
"Fuck the bankers!"
There it is. Easy.
No heavy lifting.
Five hundred million dollars.
Tomorrow we'll be in the Bahamas.
Hey.
What the fuck?
There's an intruder in the atrium.
It's the American.
I thought Xavier dealt with him.
All men to the atrium. Lock him down and shoot to kill.
There's an exchange of fire in the bank.
Commander, what's going on there?
There's an intruder in the atrium.
We have him contained.
- He's trapped. - He told us to wait here.
- This isn't our fight. - Four people died because of us.
What can we do? There's only two of us.
No, there's a lot more.
Down with the police!
- Band of fascists! - They just need a push.
Come on!
Storm the Bastille!
Zoe!
- Come on! - Band of dogs!
Briar!
The main doors have given way.
The protestors are in the hall.
The RAPID cops are totally overwhelmed.
Put your hands up.
Now!
No!
All men respond!
Yes.
You said this would be stealthy.
Now there's a trail of bodies across town.
Those are my men!
Listen to me
abort the plan and walk away.
Too late. I've got half a billion in my pocket.
You need to get me out of the country.
No way. I can't get my hands dirty.
You greedy little weasel.
You think you're clean in your fancy office?
If I'm caught you're going down with me.
What?
- Michael, can you hear me? - Briar.
A man from the safe house is coming your way with half a billion in his pocket.
- What? - Listen to me. It's not gold.
It's digital currency. It's in his chest pocket, on a hard drive.
I have new information.
It seems there's a corrupt officer at the bank.
Whore!
Fuck the bankers!
Where are you? I know it's you.
Where are you?
Slut!
What's he doing? He's gone crazy.
Show your face!
Positive ID. It's the bomber.
Don't move, Michael.
Give it to me.
What's that? What's in his hand?
He's got a device!
No, cover the commander.
Give it to me.
The drive.
Take him out!
Police! Police!
Go! Go!
He's dead.
And the American bomber?
Don't let him leave the building.
That guy by the door!
In the green hood.
Negative. It's not him.
- You OK? - Yeah.
- Where's Michael? - I don't know.
Come on.
There's no sign of him. He's gone.
Director Gamieux has been praised for his work
bringing down the gang of corrupt police officers.
The suspected bomber is still at large
and police are watching all ports and airports,
asking the public to remain vigilant.
He hasn't come to me.
He won't, you burned him.
He has nowhere to run, he needs a passport.
I need to smoke him out.
Who else will he go to?
I heard something on the network.
Go on.
He approached Ali the Turk in Grigny to find a buyer.
But no one will touch him, he's too hot.
Get the word out on the grapevine.
Let him know there's an interested party.
A Russian.
Sergei?
- Fuck. - Don't worry, Michael.
I'm here alone.
I'm not here to arrest you.
I'm here to make a deal.
It was a passport you wanted?
I'll give you tickets to Brazil and $100,000 cash
for the hard drive.
For half a billion?
Trust me, you're not in a position to negotiate.
You got the cash?
This way. Follow me.
Where are we going?
Just out through there.
Get in there.
Drop your gun... or I shoot your friend.
Who, this guy?
Now what?
I didn't know you were gonna shoot me.
You're still alive. Come on.
Drive.
I gave it to Gamieux.
So where do I go from here? I didn't even get the money.
Are the CIA gonna reimburse me?
- Guess you gotta get a job. - A job?
The CIA got anything going?
- Yeah, you can clean the cars. - Like swept for bombs?
No, buddy. Soap and water.
- What about surveillance? - I don't think so.
- The mail room? - No.
- Come on, man, I got skills. - I should have shot you in the face.