We are supposed to trust each other and clearly you didn't trust me to make the right decisions.
I was worried about you.
You don't have to be worried about me. I'm not a child.
Can I help you?
He doesn't know. It's my son. He...
Do you understand?
Elise! I found him! I found Saban. He's alive.
Got 11 missing person's report in the last 24 hours all from Foulston.
The last one is a...delivery driver.
He was drivin' a meat truck.
51.1040 N 1.2705 E
COME ALONE.
It's show time.
* Venez dans mes bras *
* Closer to me, dear *
* Donnez-vous a moi *
* Set aside all fear *
* Restons sans laisser pour l'eternite *
* Yes, you shall be mine *
* Till the end of time *
Elise?
Please don't come any closer, Karl.
Stop! Please.
Answer it.
Hello?
Lana is that you?
Can you hear me?
Lana, I've news for you...
I've found Saban.
Lana? Hello?
Are you there?
This is my time to talk, DCI Roebuck.
Ah.
Hello Anton.
The grumblin' go to the mighty rumblin'.
And out of the houses the rats came tumblin'.
Can you see it?
Pick it up.
Do whatever they ask.
OK. I have it.
The truck in the tunnel is filling with Hydrogen Sulphide.
The people inside really don't have a want to live.
Press that button and doors of the meat truck will automatically open.
And those innocent people will be free.
But your friend's necklace will detonate.
You have to decide which is worth more.
Her life or lives of those strangers.
But, Anton...listen to me. You don't have to do any of this.
Do you hear me?
Anton?
If I were you, I hurry up and make your choice.
What did he say?
OK.
Elise...what do we know?
What have you seen? Where are they?
I don't know. I had them drive away.
Right.
There are 11 people in there.
I think they're been gassed.
Yeah.
We need to get that contraption off of you. Is it live, do you think?
I can hear it ticking, I...I can't see, I don't eh...don't know how long is left.
OK.
Where the fuck are you, Roebuck?
I'm at the abandoned tunnel at a cliff in Samphire Hoe?
The co-ordinates are 51.1040 N, 1.2705 E.
I need you to get bomb disposal squad here immediately.
Elise Wasserman is wearing a locked collarbone.
Also, the meat truck is here. There are 11 people inside.
They are slowly been poisoned with Hydrogen Sulphide gas.
They will die as I detonate the bomb.
I'm supposed to choose.
Mobilize bomb disposal.
Hello?
Yeah, I'm still here. We're bringin' them now.
Bomb squad's movin' behind ya, but until they get there, can't intervene.
How long will they be?
Hello?
How long will it take?
We'll get there as quick as we can.
He calls again...keep him talking.
Yeah. Right. OK. He doesn't seem to be much in a mood for chattin' but I'll tell him a coupla jokes.
See if he warms up a little bit. Thank you. Bye.
Well what do you think? You been in touch with Anton.
More of a...what? Anecdote sort of fellow or a...what knock knock man?
It's OK. You can...skip the section on stuff on ???
You are worthy of my trust.
Do I? I thought I had lost it.
I thought we could express our anger with each other without...
damaging our friendship.
You so hard to help.
I'm sorry, I...I..eh...
Sorry if I did it wrong...
Hello?
Anton?
Time is ticking detective.
Are you going to press that button and save those poor innocent people?
Anton! You have to listen to me.
I was wrong...Saban is not dead. I was deceived.
Please tell Lana.
I can bring Saban here.
Hydrogen Sulphide...smells like rotten eggs at first,
...then you start to lose your sense of smell.
You think the gas is gone...
just when you think you will be okay.
Asphyxiation starts...
Listen to me! This it's over.
I found Saban. It's this what's it's all about?
Please! Please! Let me speak to Lana.
Lana isn't interested in what you got to say.
You speak to me and only me.
Do you know what's it like to look at your whole life without love?
She made me feel like you got between us.
Well, I'm...eh, sorry about that. Truly I'm sorry.
Tell me how...how can I fix this?
What...what is it that you want, Anton?
I can't have what I want.
It's too late.
So what I want now is for you to make your choice...
A truck full of strangers...
or your friend.
You have maybe 5 minutes left.
Then they suffocate.
What's going on?
The truck's filling with poisonous gas, they want me to choose.
What gas?
Hydrogen Sulphide.
You got to do it, Karl.
You can't make me...responsible for all those deaths!
It has to be about numbers.
I can't...
If you press it, it's just me.
It's just one life.
And you can save them.
Karl, you need to do it.
There's no choice.
Fuckin' help me!
You need to press that button.
I can't....
Don't carry this with you.
It's my choice...it's not theirs.
No!
It's not yours.
Get justice for Charlie Moreau.
Elise!
And thank you for being my friend.
No!
Elise?
Excuse me?
I've lost my friend...
Hello? I've...lost Elise.
You need to come with me.
Suspects sighted in a stolen vehicle.
I repeat, suspects sighted in a stolen vehicle.
It looks like they are headin' up on A20 bridge on Cliff road.
Aerial unit in pursuit. Ground units hold back.
Please.
Suspects might still be in possession of explosives.
Please...Chief!? I need to get something from the car.
No...please.
Stop!
Karl! You shouldn't be driving in this state. Come out!
Boss, they're headin' towards the cliffs. DCI Roebuck in pursuit.
I think they are plannin' a fall over ravines.
Shit.
WINNIE MILES
Fuck!
Are you ready? I'm ready.
Don't come any closer or I'll shoot you!
You killed Elise.
I offered you, your son...and you killed Elise.
My son is dead.
No, he's not. I told him to put you on the phone.
Saban is alive.
You are lying. All you do is lie.
I seen him.
You want to see a photo of him?
No! I don't want to see him.
Shoot him!
He was adopted by a French couple.
There.
That's your son.
He's lying.
It's your son.
His name is Francois.
He's happy! He's gettin' married.
I trusted you.
No!
Put the gun down. Tell Saban, I loved him.
Everyday of my life.
How dare you? How dare you?
I do anything to have one day...one minute with my son.
Just to see his face. Just to see his face.
Just to tell him, I love him. You could have that minute.
You can have it! You can hold him in your arms.
Stay where you are.
Arrest her.
Hello.
Evelyn Shapoawn.
Terrel Keeley.
Lawrence Taylor.
Father Francis Payne.
Shirley Ceres.
Anton Stokes.
Look at them.
When can I see my son? Look at them.
I was singing Saban to sleep, when the soldiers came.
Afterwards...there were piles of bodies like ratholes.
overrun on people to them, over animals to be slaughtered
When you've survived such things...
killing is nothing.
I'll leave the photos with you. You will have some time in your hands.
Where's my boy?
Now...
you gave me a choice...
between killing my friend who I loved
and killing 11 random innocent people you abducted.
I couldn't make that choice. Now I've another one.
Do we let Saban get married, get on with his life like anybody else
or do we tell him, who his mother is?
And what she has done...in his name. I'll leave you with that.
Karl?
I'm glad it was you with her.
So...
let's honor her last request.
What have you got?
The day...the day Charlie was taken,
there was a rumor that the Hotel L'Ecrin was occupied by this man...
Laurent Morel...he's a convicted sex offender and...
part of a larger pedophile ring.
And we are pretty sure from Charlie's statement
and his memory from Baie de Somme
that Laurent Morel was the one who took him.
Astor Chaput was in charge of sourcing witnesses.
But there was not a single one from the Hotel L'Ecrin.
I just found Laurent Morel's last known address.
Let's go.
Elise saw right through you. Didn't she?
Are you protecting someone?
You need to ask yourself if that's worth throwing everything for?
Yes?
Proof Laurent?
If Charlie was kept here, any evidence would be gone.
What do you think I should do about Saban?
You want to tell him the truth?
Isn't it every child's right to know?
Not in France.
Once a child is adopted, it's the parent's choice to tell or not.
The State doesn't interfere with parenting.
Another great gulf between our nations.
What would Elise do?
To tell the truth...
She wasn't always right.
Hello.
Hello, sir.
BIRTH CERTIFICATE The 10th of November, 1992 at quarter past 4:00 issued for François Guillaume Sargent.
Of Gender: Male to Jean Marc Sargent, Cuisiner, born on 03 September 1972 residing at Barfleur and Joelle Sargent his wife born on January 26, 1974.
He's yours.
Could you do something for me?
Security approved these, but I wanted to give these myself.
I'll take Maya back home. Give you some space.
Don't think I need space.
What can I do?
Don't know.
I miss you...
miss all of ya.
What are you gonna do about that?
I don't know.
Life is too short not to grab what makes you happy while you can.
How come!?
Geo lingo.
Are you saying I've a chance?
He's not hungry. Hmm, don't think so.
Hi!
Hiya.
Hey! How you doin'? Alright and you?
Very good.
Hey! Look dad's here!
Daddy!
Billie?
Maya, Hannah?
Help! Come and find me!
Help!
I'm lost...Maya?