1 (gulls keening) I'm going back to work. Don't worry ` I checked her out. Scenario ` agent falls in love with girl. Agent runs an op. Girl gets kidnapped. The other guys wanna know the agent's source. What does he do? What do they do to the girl, hmm? Is there a point to this? Yeah. Over your right shoulder. (low, indistinct conversation) Us or them? How the fuck should I know? Does it really matter? You feel the need for a relationship, get a dog. Channel four. Shit. Mason,... give us a hand with this mic, will you? You want me to put your corsage on, too, Miss Prom Queen? Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sit on this and twist. -(phone ringing) -You're funny. -(phone beeps) -Hanley. Right. We've got 20 minutes. You ready? Mason, you ready? Yeah. I'm ready. Comm check ` one, two. -(over radio): Good hunting. -Copy. Hi, there. Ambassador, I'm gonna need your clothes. We believe there may be an attempt on your life this morning. (over radio): Target is male. Caucasian, 35 to 40. -Wanna bet your life on that? -No. I'm betting on you. HANLEY: This is it, Peter. MASON (over radio): I'm in the yellow building, green shutters, left of the clock tower. DEVEREAUX: How many potentials? MASON: Too many. I don't like it. Call off the op. We don't have the coverage. We're not calling this op. (crowd applauding, shouting) Body armour is not gonna stop a head shot. Been having these headaches anyway. (crowd chanting) Blue suit. 2 o'clock. Got him. He's moving. Hold your shot. Hold your shot. Check your line of fire. Don't shoot. -No, he's moving on you. -Do not shoot! -(crowd screaming) -(alarm wailing) Devereaux? (groans) Jesus! (grunting, groaning, woman wailing) (groans) MASON (over radio): He tagged you. I had to hit him. What the hell was I supposed to do?! (groaning) Learn to take orders. MOTHER (sobbing): Oh, my God, no! (sobbing): No, Gordon, no! No, no, no, no! www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2017. (engine purring) (brakes squeak, engine stops) Peter, there is a man outside by the water. He says he knows you. -Bonjour, Peter. -Hey. That's it? No "Hello, Hanley, good to see you, -"it's been a long time"? -You still out at Berlin? -Berlin? Christ, no. The action's moved, my friend. The front line is now in Belgrade. You look good. Better than him, at least. -Kargin. -Retirement got him fat. -Not her, though. -Oh God. (chuckles) Craig. They knew the risks. -We all did. -We ID'd the killer. Alexa Dymoistria. Contract killer out of Moscow. She's cutting a swath through people who have no business dying. Agency thinks it's Arkady Federov killing anyone, or anything, that reminds him of his past. The guy's gonna be the next Russian president. What's this got to do with me? Natalia. (chuckles) You'd be proud of her, Peter. After you left, she got very close to Federov. But she wants to come in. She has something on him. Something that's scaring even her. What? A name. Claims it changes everything. And if she's right, how long before you think she's gonna join these? You go in, you get her out. Moscow to Petersburg, across the border to Helsinki. I'll meet you there. She asked for you. (exhales) Only you. (chuckles) She won't give you the name until you bring her out, right? She always was a ballbuster. (indistinct chatter) (clapping, cheering, excited shouts) (excited shouts continue) MAN: Drone's airborne. Exville on standby. Monitoring. (Federov speaking Russian over speaker) (continues in Russian) (Federov continues in Russian) (Federov continues over monitor) (Federov continues over monitor) (door creaks) (Federov continues over monitor) -(speaking emphatically) -(cheering, applause) MAN: Bravo! Bravo! WOMAN: Bravo! (applause over monitor) (click! camera clicking) (click!) (clicking) (cheering) (click!) (clicking) (cheering, shouting) (applause continues over monitor) (man speaking Russian over monitor, man and woman speaking Russian over monitor) (keys jangling) (man continues over monitor) (woman speaking Russian over monitor) (door creaks) Do you have a link to the drone? Yes, we do. CELIA: Rendezvous with the extraction team in... four minutes. MAN: We have eyes on the prize. Traveling northbound on Tverskaya. (electronic tones sound) -(beep) -Message received from prize. We are five minutes from exville. Langley's on line. What time is it there, Perry? You don't need to be on on this one. -If our girl's actually got something on Federov, a lot of people are interested. The subject's nearing extraction location. (whirring) (tyres squeal, horn honks) (horn honks) Sir, we have an issue. Who? It looks like FSB. The Russians have made her. (whirring) (tyres squeal) (horn beeps) (horn honks) (horns honking) (man shouts indistinctly) (man shouts, people gasp, chatter) -(gunshot) -(women scream) -(gunshots) -(grunts) Get in the car! (man shouts in Russian) (exhales) Peter, why are you here? (gunshots, bullets strike car) Whose car is that she got into? -Whoever it is, it's not us. (horn beeping) (groans) How is Lucy? Hmm? She misses you. I miss her too. Both of you. We're tracking from parallel streets. (tyres squeal) (voice-over): Plotting intercept location... Tverskoy Boulevard. Belgrade control, send 42. Mason's got the ball. No! Perry, you can't! WEINSTEIN: Belgrade control, send 42. Mason's got the ball. Op one. Copy. 42. Confirm. 42 confirmed. (tyres squeal) (tyres squeal) (horn honks) You have a name. I need it. Right now -- I need the name. Mira Filipova. (beep) (phone buzzing) (exhales) Yes. Mira Filipova. Mira Filipova. (cocks rifle) Peter, you're blown. (tyres squeal, horn honks) (gunshot, distorted tinkling of glass) (horn honking) MASON: 42 complete. (groans) Peter? (pants) (exhales) (exhales) (door creaks) (panting) (whirring) She was one of ours, Weinstein. It was over when the Russians made her. We did her a favour. (tyres squeal) MASON: Go! Go! Get down! (gunfire) (groans) CELIA: I've tapped into a CCTV feed. -WEINSTEIN: What the hell's going on? -Op one, this is control. Respond. -What happened? -Op two, respond. (click, beep) (explosion) It was Devereaux. It was goddamn Devereaux. What was he doing here? Who is Devereaux? -Peter Devereaux. One of ours. Active '77 to '08. He used to work with Hanley. -(door buzzes) -I'm on the next plane there. Bring Mason in. (siren approaching) (clears throat, speaks Russian) (electronic tones sound) HANLEY: Mira Filipova. (beeping) (tapping keyboard) (tapping keyboard) (explosion) MAN: Go, go, go! -(firing repeatedly) -Get down! Stop it! -(electrical zapping) -(yelling) (speaks Serbian) -(siren blaring in distance) (bell tolls in distance) (door creaks quietly) (bell tolling in distance) (meows) (bell continues tolling in distance) -(meows) (door creaks) (door opens in distance) -WOMAN: Oh, Smokey. -I think this belongs to you. -Come here, you dumb cat. Oh, I'm so sorry. -She spends so much time in my apartment, she should pay some rent. She likes you better than me. Uh, would... would you like to come in for a cup of coffee? I... I just made some. Tastes like home. -(phone buzzing) Sorry. Work. Hello? (speaks indistinctly) (car alarm chirps) Hi. I'm looking for Alice Fournier. Alice? -Can I help you? -Yes. Hello. My name's Edgar Simpson. I'm an investigative journalist. I work with The New York Times. I want to talk to you about this man. Arkady Federov. He's a Russian politician. I'm researching a story on him. (woman speaking Serbian over P.A.) -Hello. -Hello. -I have reservation. Nyet. CELIA (voice-over): Why didn't you shoot? Here. Why didn't you shoot? Yes, Mr Mason, why didn't you shoot? There was no threat, sir. The man who just assassinated your entire team is pointing a gun at you, and you say, "There was no threat"? Devereaux was disoriented. He didn't expect to see me there. He was doing exactly what I would have done. We tried to kill him. He killed us. You gleaned all this in less than two seconds? Yes, sir. The question remains... why didn't you shoot? Why didn't he shoot? You think you know Devereaux? Just let me find him. If I can talk to him, maybe I can stop this from getting crazy. You don't know him. I know how he trained you. "No connections." But there were things in this world that mattered to Peter Devereaux -- people he let inside, people he loved, perhaps -- and we just killed a very important one. And now he'll come after us with everything he's got. That's how he's wired. He killed three of our people. The call is to terminate Devereaux. Do you have a problem with the call? I do what I'm told to do, sir. 1 (man speaking Serbian over P.A.) MAN: Hard drive's OK. I think I've got something here. -What do you got? -It's what we're looking for. It's the last search that Hanley ran. Let's see what else I can find. MAN 2: Eh. Everything's a real mess. What a cluster fuck! Hey, hi. How you doing? I got some stuff for you. Look, this girl, Mira, arrives Belgrade late '90s. U.N. refugee. She's processed by these two, then handed off to a social worker, this woman, Alice Fournier. (types) Two or three other girls were friends. No. Prostitutes, junkies. Last trace of your Mira was a decade ago. If she was anything like her friends, she's probably dead. -Give me her. (tapping keyboard) Here you go. She has lunch plans. Divelanor Restaurant. You're very welcome. Biometric match from Belgrade Airport arrivals coming up. MYERS: It says four hours ago. MYERS: There. MYERS: He looked right at the camera. (low grunting nearby) (low grunting) (low, indistinct chatter, phone ringing) -Yeah? -I have the crew from Hanley's. They have something. Cleaners at Hanley's have a possible hit. Authorisation and access codes positive. Go ahead. -DEVEREAUX: Yes, this is Jurgen. I need location information on a subject ` Fournier, Alice. Cell number: 7-5... 3-6- 5-4... 2-3. -Search the location of this cell phone. CELIA: Fournier, Alice. Cell 7-5-3-6-5-4... 2-3. -(tapping keyboard) (beep) CELIA: Current location -- Skadarska 32. I believe that's a restaurant. -Thank you. (line disconnects) -How many on the station at Hanley's? Two. Call the other one. (phone buzzing) (buzzing continues) (phone continues buzzing) -(line ringing) -There's no answer. It's Devereaux. Thank you for deciding to meet with me. -Please, sit down. -I won't stay long. Thank you. -Would you like something? -Uh, water's fine. Thanks. So... let's talk about Arkady Federov. In the work I do, it's a name I hear a lot. But he's old news. Atrocities are like reality TV -- there's always some new show for people to forget. Agreed. However, now Federov is about to become President of Russia -- that makes him a person of interest to the world and to my publication. And when Federov was just a general, I'd say he was pretty much untouchable, but it's different now -- he's-he's vulnerable. -(laughs softly) -What? You don't think that makes him dangerous? -These guys always talk a big game, but at the end of the day they're mostly men who just like the sound of their own voices. (laughs softly) You want your story and your Pulitzer Prize, huh? You haven't seen what they're like when they come to us. Many are just girls. Frightened girls. Have you thought about what your story might do to them? There are crimes Federov is guilty of. He needs to be exposed. Now, if the girls from your centre are willing to talk to me to tell me their stories... -I help the victims. I don't use them for politics. These girls have been through enough. I'm sorry. Maybe your heart's in the right place, but nobody can stop Federov. -ALICE: Nobody. -You've agreed to meet with me. -There must be some way you can help me. -Excuse me. Are you Alice Fournier? Yes. There is a call for you in the office. They say your cell phone is not working. This way, please. Excuse me. -(phone ringing) -ALICE: Oh. Yes? Hello? DEVEREAUX (over phone): Stop. Stay right where you are. Listen to me very carefully. The woman you're with is a killer. If she panics, you're a dead woman. DEVEREAUX: Turn around. Turn around. I'm right behind you. Turn around. Run! Now! Run! EDGAR: Alice? MASON: Out the back! I want eyes on them! (engine revving) (revving) (clang) (Alice yells) Come on! Come on! In here! (woman gasping) Move! Now! ALICE: Who are you? What's happening? (people gasping, shouting) MASON: Side door! (horn honking) He's gotta be in the market. I want eyes on him right now! -(phone rings) -Mason. I can't believe you've still got the same phone number. How's it going? Actually, I'm a little busy right now. Can I call you back in a few minutes? Get the cell scanner. DEVEREAUX: No, let's just talk, shall we? You can keep doing what you're doing -- I don't mind. Scenario ` hard target with a female accomplice took a 30-second lead on me into a crowded venue. -Mm-hmm. Tell me about your target. Male, old. Used to have skills. -Used to? Huh. -He probably thinks he still does. Yeah, but he's arrogant. Confident he'll evade. He's already made his first mistake. -You really think six agents are gonna do it? Hmm? Tell me. -(line disconnects) -Devereaux. De... Who were those men? Were they police? -No. Sort of. Then who the hell are you! Who are you! What do you want! -Alice. Alice. -Let go of me! -Shh. -(panting) What's happening? I didn't do anything. -I believe you. But they won't. Now, if you want to walk out of here, you're gonna have to trust me. OK? Alice? Wait! (beeping) MAN: ...gone down in the underpass. You OK? Yeah. (phone ringing) I knew you'd call back. You're losing your perimeter. Too many bodies moving. You're losing control. Don't you wanna know why I was in Moscow? What my orders were? Who sent me? -Keep him talking. Why don't you come in, Devereaux? We'll talk about it. -No. This is my scenario; I make the rules. Come on, kid, just give me enough to keep it interesting. Maybe I'll make a mistake. You owe me that much. I don't owe you shit. -Jake, give me your phone. -DEVEREAUX: Where am I? Come on, Mason, where am I? Huh? The call is being broadcast through this phone. The scanner thinks Jake's phone is Devereaux's phone. That's why he seemed so close. How many people have you killed, Mason? What, now? Or in the next five minutes? You think about it sometimes, maybe having a coffee or a screw, or see a beautiful woman or a child, then remember all the lives you've taken? -That way. DEVEREAUX: Stops you cold, doesn't it? MASON: No, asshole. I sleep like a baby. (chuckles) You know, I don't get you Devereaux. I'm the one you want -- why not take your shot? Tempting. (chuckles) Give away my position, though. Always willing to die for the cause, eh, Mason? Fear is the enemy -- you taught me that. DEVEREAUX: Yeah. Well, I haven't finished teaching you yet, son. -Yet here I am about to take you down all the same. -You're not gonna take me down, kid -- you're a blunt instrument, at best. No perspective, no knowledge. Keep talking, old man. DEVEREAUX: This is humiliating, embarrassing. Just like in Moscow. Huh? Isn't it? What is it, Mason? No one there to hold your hand? No one there to tell you to pull the trigger? (car alarm blaring) He's stealing a car. Where's the nearest parking lot? -There's one straight ahead this way. (car alarm blaring) DEVEREAUX: So no regrets? -(alarm continues blaring) -MASON: Not one. (chuckles) You know what? I don't give a fuck about the people I've killed. And if by some stroke of pure luck you manage to kill me, -then I won't give a fuck about that, either. -He's here. He's around here somewhere. DEVEREAUX: That was quite a speech. -You bring out the best in me. (line disconnects) (car alarm continues blaring) (alarm continues blaring) It's gas! Get back! Get back! Get back! -(gunshots) (explosion) (yelling) (engine roars) (tyres squealing) (quietly): Fuck! 1 (siren blaring in distance) (siren approaching) (sirens blaring) (car alarm chirps) Mira Filipova. Where is she? How do you know that name? When was the last time you saw her? I don't know, uh,... maybe three years ago. I was her caseworker. A good friend of mine died trying to find her. -(sirens passing) I'm sorry. I have no idea where she is. The woman who approached you at the restaurant, she was a professional killer. Russian. The men on the motorbikes were CIA. -CIA? -Now, whatever that girl knows, a lot of people want it. And if they can't find her, you're the next closest thing. Do you have files on the women you help? -Yes. ALICE: We gotta catch this tram. ALICE: Why do you hate him so much? The man who wants to kill us. Why do you hate him? Huh? I don't hate him. No. He's probably the best friend I've ever had. So all your friends try to kill you? Eventually. (siren wailing in distance) (dog barking in distance) (sighs) (closes drawer) Where can I find her? -I told you ` I don't know. -You must know something. Friends, places she frequented. People don't just disappear. -I don't know, OK? In my line of work, yes, yes, they do, they disappear. One day you think they're there, the next they're just gone! -DEVEREAUX: Mm-hmm. -(heavy sigh) She stopped coming to meetings. People said she was using, doing tricks. -Do you know who this man is? A pimp. He brings girls in from the Caucasus, sells them for sex. His name is Lebedynko. -No. His real name is Semyon Denisov. He was Federov's right-hand man during the last Chechen conflict. Do you know where he is right now? Yes. (exhales) He's here in Belgrade. How do you know Denisov? Just people you meet. (indistinct chatter) I'm here to see Lebedynko. No. Just tell him Peter Devereaux's here. Wait. (speaking indistinctly) Yeah, yeah, let, let... Come on. Hey. (speaks Russian) (speaks Russian) (chuckles) You look like shit. -Yeah? Well, you don't look too good yourself. -Hey, welcome. I couldn't believe it, Peter. So... why are you here, Peter? I want information. Someone is here in Belgrade to kill you, and it's not me. I could tell you who it is, but... I want something in return. -OK. You tell me. I go into your debt. For old times' sake. Excuse me. Arkady Federov. He's killing just about everyone who was close to him from your good old days. Now, my information is that he's gonna try and kill you. -Me? -Yeah. So, what's his deal? Why does he wanna have a clean slate now? What's his game? (whispers): Turn around. You should turn around just now. Chechnya. This ugly, dirty, little godforsaken country. Oil, however, lots of it. Filthy Chechen terrorists didn't want to give it to us. So... one day a building... (imitates explosion) blew up. Good Russian soldiers with mommies and daddies back at home get sent back in pieces. And just like that, Federov got his dirty little war, and Mother Russia got its oil. -You dropped the building? -Ah-ah, Federov was smart enough to know that he couldn't handle an operation like that, keep it a secret. We ran it for you? Tits to asshole. All we did was sit back and watch everybody die. (indistinct talking, laughing) (sighs) Would you like some water? (chuckles) Sorry about the treatment. If it makes a difference, I argued against it. You ran Peter Devereaux from 1998... until his retirement in 2008. On April 17 of this year, you went to Lausanne under the name Sanders and reactivated him. Show me your tits. -Excuse me? -I assume that's why Weinstein sent you, isn't it? It certainly isn't for your acumen. Fuck you. Oh, you like being on top, working your way up the ladder? I like the other guys better. Where the fuck are the other guys! This room is soundproof. You don't think I know that? I approved the use and design of this facility. I wrote the manual you're going by. I know how long until you switch operational procedure, you stupid twat. You may know the procedure,... but, then, you also know that I have the right to vary the procedure if I deem it necessary. Based on the tenor of this conversation, I am inclined to vary the procedure. MASON (over speaker): You know what? I don't give a fuck about the people I've killed. And if by some stroke of pure luck, you manage to kill me, then I won't give a fuck about that, either. DEVEREAUX: That was quite a speech. MASON: You bring out the best in me. (clicks) Now exactly accurate, that last statement you made. Keeping him engaged was an advantage, sir. Yes, to him. I don't know if he's too in your head and maybe you're mad because you never had a daddy. I don't know, and frankly, I don't care. He played you for a fool. I'll get him. Will you? It doesn't feel that way from here, son. From here, it feels like you're busy trying to please him. What, you still admire the man? I did. Well, here's what he thought of you. (engine revving) (tyres squealing) -(meows) -Hey, you. Hey. -How'd you get in here? -(knocking) (chuckles) All she wants is to be at your place. Oh, my God, you're an ungrateful bitch. Mommy's gonna turn you into a handbag. OK, then. "OK, then"? What is that? We've been passing each other on the stairs for eight weeks. Who are you, anyway? I mean, sure, you're mildly attractive and mysterious, but it gets kind of tired after a while, you know? I mean, I don't even know your name. David. Well, I'm Sarah. (speaking Serbian) Did you ever think that maybe Mira is better wherever she is? Your girl witnessed Federov and a CIA agent conspire to start a war that killed hundreds of thousands of people. So... whoever gets to her first owns Federov. -(engine starting) -And believe me, someone will find her. Come on. (alarm beeping) (beeping stops) What it must be like to be you ` take what you want, do as you please. What happens if they come back? We leave. There you go. That'll do. (groans) (cork pops) (sighs) Bottoms up. What happened in Moscow? (sighs) Something... unfortunate. What was her name? Natalia. (car door closes) Will killing him really make it better? (groans) It's a start. Why did you save me? (sighs) Don't put your faith in me, Alice. I promise... I'll disappoint you. (loud dance music playing) (playing descending chords) (playing run) (playing slow minor-key classical music) Satie. (speaking Russian) What did you say? (speaking Russian) Means "my favourite" in Russian. You speak Russian? Yes. My parents were university professors. They taught me. (playing resumes) (moans) (moaning) (panting) (moaning continues) (panting continues) (shower running) I found some clothes that should fit you. What if they find Mira before you do? Then no one will need you. Your problems will be over. They'll kill her, won't they? Yes. What if no one ever finds her? No one can hide forever. I can't bring you with me where I have to go now. So I can't protect you any more. Go somewhere where no one can find you. Not even me. Use only cash, and wait for this to ring. (sighs) (heavy breathing) (phone buzzing, whooshes) Sarah? Sarah? (phone buzzing, whooshes) (clicking) (phone chimes) Sarah? David? I'm here. It's all right. Everything's gonna be all right. He won't hurt you. Understand? Let her go. "Let her go"? And you? What? Bullets start bouncing around? Tell him he needs to listen. Tell him. You need to listen. You know what he's doing, don't you? He's trying to decide what you're worth. He will not hurt you. (quietly): He still hasn't decided. Ask. Ask him if you're worth saving. (sighs) Am I worth saving? He's not answering your question, is he?! You need to make him answer your question! Am I worth saving? Yes! You are. (crying) (softly): You are. (crying quietly) (sniffles) You like her, huh? -(Sarah sniffling) -Yeah. Time to finish your training. MASON: What the fuck can you teach me? You gave up on me, remember? What did you want? -I wanted to be better than you. What does that mean? To be better than me? To be better at something, hmm? To be a better man? -Why did you drop me?! -Oh, here it comes. I took the shot. What was I supposed to do? I had no choice! -There's always a choice! Answer the fucking question! You made the wrong choice. (whimpering) I came here tonight, Mason,... to kill you. I did not know what she was to you. Oh, you thought this was about Natalia? No, this is about you. You can be a human... or a killer of humans, but not both. Eventually, one of those people will extinguish the other one. All you have to do now... is just to show me... that it's not too late for you. Come on! -No! (Sarah crying) (gun clicks) Second chance, Mason. -Scenario. -No! Your target has just severed the femoral artery of a woman. -No! No! -David? David! -Has just severed the femoral artery of a woman you have been intimate with! What do you do?! -Let her go! -(screams) -(gun clicks) -Fuck! Come on, get down. Put pressure on it and hold it. Hold it. (Sarah sobbing) (siren wailing) 1 (stammering) Celia, do you want to know what I did? -I know what you did, Mr Hanley. -We're discussing why. -No, you don't know what I did or what I do. Ergo, how the fuck could you possibly comprehend why? (inhales sharply) Let's start at the top. Look, what-what do you think it is we do here at the agency? -We collect information. -No. Information is useless. That changes overnight. Knowledge isn't power. People are power. We collect people! And if anyone is listening at Langley with half a brain in their head, they know what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the ownership of Arkady Federov! Are you listening?! Arkady Federov! Sir, welcome to the Hotel Imperial. (speaking low, indistinctly) (elevator bell dings) (car alarm chirps) Edgar. Alice, what are you doing here? Are you all right? What happened to you at the restaurant? (scoffs) I decided to tell you everything I know about Arkady Federov. Come in. You know he's town right now for a European Energy conference. He's staying at the Imperial Hotel. No, I didn't. (Edgar sighs) I'm surprised to see you. Can I get you a drink? A cup of coffee or something? Uh, no, thank you. That's my... wall of shame. -(sighs) -There were hundreds of girls that came out of the conflict. We're a small organisation. -Let me get my Dictaphone. There was one girl, Mira. Pretended she was a mute. Federov liked her, kept her close to him. Like a pet. (Edgar gasps) (Alice screaming) (grunting) (groaning) (grunts) (sighs) (beeping) (computer trilling) (beeping, phone buzzing) Mason, David. Access code ` 3-niner-0-4-2. (beeping) (grunting) (gasps) Get in the corner, you. Leave the poor girl alone. What the fuck? (groans) Natalia didn't expect to see me at Moscow. She didn't even know I was coming! (panting) What did you do? She was... These past few months, she was acting erratically. Analysts thought she was becoming... Bullshit! It happens! So they decided to pull her. I couldn't get to her without them knowing. If she came to our side, she was going to die. Sending you was her only chance. Why? Huh? Why? Agency suspected for years that Federov started the war by dropping a building on his own men, then blaming it on the Chechen Nationalists. Then Natalia reaches out to me, says she's got an eyewitness who will swear that Federov was involved. We did it! We did it. Who the fuck you been talking to? People you should've been talking to. Who was it on our side? Now, don't fucking lie to me! (panting) The same man... who picked up Natalia's Mayday to me. The same man who ordered her extraction, and the same man who quarterbacked the hit on her. (knocking, door opens) Come in. (door closes) Devereaux has a daughter. Her name's Lucy. These pictures are from five years ago. She'd be 12 by now. Natalia Yulenov was her mother. And Devereaux raises her. When Devereaux was in Berlin, he recruited Natalia, convinced her to spy for us. He had a whole goddamn family hidden from all of us. Mira can destroy Weinstein. That's why he had Mason kill Natalia. That's why he's going after Mira. The girl wasn't a peasant or a mute. Both her parents were university professors. She could speak English and Russian. Everything that Federov said, she understood. (panting) (phone beeps) I'm here to see Lebedynko. Give him your bag. Hands up, please. (speaking Russian) (scoffs) Why are you here? Peter Devereaux needs a big favour. (phones ringing) What do you got? This woman. Alice Fournier, deceased April 2005. Cancer. Well, then who is she? She was in the restaurant with Devereaux. I'll run a biometric match. (computer trilling) Welcome to Hotel Imperial. (car door closes) (whistling upbeat tune, elevator bell dings) (elevator bell dings) (phone buzzing) (beeps) Peter? DEVEREAUX: Where are you? I'm going to visit Arkady Federov. I've made the decision to confront him. Mira, don't do this, please; he will kill you. Don't do this, please. -(beeps) (elevator bell dings) Who are you? -I'm the gift from Semyon Denisov. What's this for? (sighs) OK. Upstairs. Come in. (TV playing indistinctly) (exhales) (TV clicks off) Turn around. Denisov is very generous. Get in the bed. I'd like to wash first. (sighs) (clattering) (screaming) Mira! Mira! (screaming continues) (gunshots) (sighs) (grunts, shatters) CELIA: I have an audio file match. Label's been changed. Border intake interview. (static popping) My name is Mira Filipova. My parents were murdered by the Russian general Arkady Federov. I survived. (clicks) Arkady Federov is in Belgrade right now for an energy conference. Find out where he's staying. (zipper rasping) (sighs) (zipper rasping) (indistinct men shouting) (humming) -(laughter) -(gun clicks) (whistling) (zipper rasping) (grunts) (groaning) (panting) -You're not going to kill me. -You're wrong. -No. If you were, I'd already be dead. You don't know what you're doing, do you? -This is for my family. Oh my God. Mira? There's so many people who want me dead, and yet, here you are ` the angry little girl who didn't know how to fuck. (gasping) -And now we talk. -Shut up! (groans) OK, OK. Maybe you will kill me. We will see. But making you into a woman, it is one of the sweetest memories I carry with me. -(sobbing) (groaning) -Shut up! Fuck! (screams) -Did you forget who I am? Huh? (crying) (whimpering) (gunshots) (grunting) (screaming) (gunshots, screaming) -(whimpering) -Mira. Mira, don't! Don't do it. (panting) I want him to die. -He will. But once he tells the world what he did. Where's your phone? Get it. Go get it now! Start filming. (phone beeps) 1999. You supported an American operation to impersonate Chechen terrorists. Who was the American agent who ran it? You are sit on my shirt. (chuckles) Mira, take this. Shoot him if you have to. You are not going to kill me. That's for you to decide. (whirring) We're gonna play a little game I believe was invented in your country. -(clicks) -I'll ask you once more. Who was the American agent? -(clicks) -(gasps) (whirring) (clicks) I'll ask you again. Was it Weinstein? Hmm? (clicks) (grunts) (horn blaring) Come on! Stairs. DEVEREAUX: You piece -(clicks) -of shit! Your odds are running out. Who was the American agent? (grunts) Was it Weinstein? Hanley. John... Hanley. (panting) Hanley? Yeah. Was it this guy? The guy in the middle? -No. -Hmm? Peter, that's him. The bald guy. Yeah. (elevator bell dings) (gunshots) (groans) (gunshots continue) -(gasps) -Shh, shh, shh. Go. Here you go. Take this. Use the service elevator. What about you? Check into the Hyatt Hotel. If I don't turn up, go to the Dutch Embassy. Identify yourself and tell them everything. Ask for asylum. Go. -OK. (panting) -(gunshots) -(grunts) He's heading to the basement. -Repeat that. (over radio): He's gotta be heading to the basement. Cover the back stairs. Traveling. Where'd he go? I don't know. You go that way. (creaking) (door closes) (machines whirring quietly) (grunting) (grunting) (grunting) (groans) (choking) (grunts) (gasping) Check this out. (panting) (coughing) (buzzer sounds) (door closes, phone ringing) Jesus. You need to see something. DEVEREAUX (over speaker): Who was the American agent? (Federov groans) Was it Weinstein? (panting) Hanley. John... -This is messed up. -Hanley. We're taking this to Weinstein right now. You, stay. Tits, back to your desk. Sit. (door closes) You know who sits here? Your boss sits here. I'm sitting here. So sit down. (shower running) (woman speaking foreign language) (sighs) (knocks twice) Peter? Thank God you're alive. What happened? (panting) You can disappear. I'll help you. Name a city, I'll get you there. I have contacts. People who can help you start again. People who can make sure you'll never be found. I'm not running ever again. Running... is better than dead. (sighs) Thank you, Peter, for saving my life. Letting you die was never an option. (groans) 1 (water running) (turns off water) Come on. We've gotta get moving. A lot has changed in a very short time. What were you doing a week ago? Living my life. And what's in Peter Devereaux's life? Simple things ` a home in Lausanne, a small business. It's a cafe by a lake. And a daughter... who never got to know her mother and who barely knows her father. What's her name? Lucy. She's 12. Where is she now? Waiting for her father to pick her up from boarding school. (phone beeps, line ringing) (ringing) (Hanley sighs) DEVEREAUX (over phone): Lucy? Never had you pegged for the father type, Peter. (over phone): That such a lovely little girl could come from your DNA defies logic. Really? You should say something. I'll kill you. If you hurt her, I'll kill you. (over phone): Funny thing, Peter. Turns out the keys to Federov are worth more to Langley than any qualms Weinstein had with my methods. I'm running the show here now, Peter. Weinstein's back in the States. And he seemed surprised when they sent him home, but not as surprised as you probably are right now. (chuckles) You know, if it's any consolation, it was your boy Mason who brought Lucy in for me. I just thought, well, you should be proud. He did good, didn't he? Found that soft underbelly. Wasn't sure you had one. Yeah. The boy did good. OK, the fortress. 8am. Where they play chess? You bring me Mira, I'll give you your daughter. You're a weapon, Mason. A damn good one. I value that. We've gotta get out of here right now. Go to the train station. Book three tickets on the noon train to Junik. The border there is weak. He doesn't want you, he wants me. We'll meet you there. He doesn't want you, he wants me. We'll be there. And if you're not? Then I guess I didn't make it. They're gonna kill us all. How would it happen? (sighs) You don't feel anything. How can you be so sure? A bullet travels at over 4000ft per second ` four times faster than the speed of sound. The effect at that velocity is... absolute. You just... cease to exist. Just be there. Please. (tyres screech) (woman speaking Serbian over P.A.) (over P.A.): Attention, please, the train is late by one hour. (laughs) You tell yourself no one's gonna get hurt. At least no one you care about. You played it well, though. Did I? You know what Federov's going to do when he secures the presidency? Change the world. Russia's gonna join fucking NATO. Why? Because I got my hand so far up his ass, I'm moving his lips. I own him. This is what we worked for, all those years. You know it is. (man speaking Serbian over P.A.) (low conversations) (keypad beeping) (continues typing) (computer chirping) Yeah, I think I got something for you here. Yes, she's at train station. Just bought three tickets to Junik with her credit card. She should be there. -Thank you. You think maybe,... just maybe, you might have crossed the line with this? -A long time ago, my friend. (phone beeps) You'll need proof of life, of course. Hello? Your father. Papa, is that you? DEVEREAUX (over phone): How you doing, kiddo? I know you're scared. But everything's gonna be all right, I promise you. I just wanted to hear your voice, tell you I love you more than anything in this world. I love you too, Papa. I'm sorry I wasn't there when you needed me. (line disconnects) OK. Where's Mira Filipova? Bus station. Bus to Novi Sad. 9am. Bus station. Bus to Novi Sad. 9am. Bring her in. Jones, you go with him. You misjudged the kid. He's a survivor, not like you. No. (engine starting) Bring Mira in, you have my word you'll have your daughter back. You know what we used to call you, Peter? The November Man. Cos after you passed through, nothing lived. Guess some things don't change. 1 (computer bleeping) (phone ringing) (engine accelerating) -Bus station is that way. -Short cut. -Slow down. -(horn honking) -Slow the fucking car down! -Seat belt. (engine accelerating) Stop the vehicle right now! Wall. (Jones screams) (clicking) DEVEREAUX: Mason, you ready? Yeah. I'm ready. (low crowd chatter) (low crowd chatter) (indistinct announcement over P.A.) (typing) (clicking mouse) (steam hissing) (exhales) (groaning) (panting) (panting) (Mason grunts) (man cries out) (panting) (grunts) (shells clattering) Not one American life was lost in that Chechen mess. Not one. -Oh, you're right. East versus West -- fuck that. From now on, it's the civilised world against the goddamn Middle East. Now that's a fight I can understand. That's a fight we can win. Don't you get it? Hanley. What? Why are you sweating? Cos it's fucking hot. (low crowd chatter) (panting) (Alice grunts, man speaks in foreign language) (man speaks in foreign language) (woman shouts in foreign language) (grunts) MAN: Whoa. (yells) (loud clang) (breathing heavily) Excuse me, I'm still using this station. Thank you. (indistinct announcement over P.A.) Where's Lucy? You were supposed to bring her here when it was done. It is. (man screams, grunts) (Mason grunts, bullets whizzing) (man grunts) (bones cracking, man screams) (gunshots, body thuds) You just doomed us to another decade of conflict, of shit. I hope you know that. The thing is... I like it this way. DEVEREAUX: Thank you. Papa. (brakes squeaking) Where is she? Where is she? (click, whooshing) -Peter. -There she is. Let's catch a train. Come on. ALICE (voice-over): My name is Mira Filipova. When I was 15 years old, Arkady Federov murdered my family and held me captive for two years. I was repeatedly abused by him. During that time, I witnessed Federov conspire with CIA agent John Hanley to bomb a civilian building. That bombing was the start of the second Chechen War. REPORTER: The revelations of Chechnyan refugee Mira Filipova rocked the political world as evidence of a conspiracy between Arkady Federov and a high-ranking CIA official effectively ended Arkady Federov's candidacy for the Russian presidency. (Federov laughing) (voice-over): Russian energy minister's office issued a blank denial of all accusations as Arkady Federov takes an extended leave from his office -Brr. -while weighing his political options. (Federov and woman speaking Russian) (woman gasps, screams) www.able.co.nz Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. Able 2017.