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- Hey, mate! Hey!
Philip.
We... met a couple of weeks ago at the mall.
You mentioned you might have a job going for me.
- Yeah, I remember. Come on in for...
- Ah! Good, mate.
- My assistant gets room plus car.
And... Well, this is the room.
Not exactly the Shangri-La, but...
- I've seen a lot worse, mate!
- You're a pro-diver, then?
- Yeah, mate. PADI instructor.
Did five years in Bali. Okay?
- Very nice.
I'd have to sponsor you officially, of course.
- I'm your man.
- Philip Green.
- I blame my mom.
- Well, when can you start?
- My calendar is wide open, mate.
- Just give me a moment, let me scan these.
- What do you have?
- No news about Gary.
Maybe Gabriel's plugged his ex into all this?
- No. He's too cautious for that.
- Al Razah's three hours from here.
If Gabriel wanted to jam us,
Claire's as good an asset as any.
- Well, either way, he's here.
I'm sure of it.
And we have to find him. Fast.
- Good day, mate!
- That's a good one. Excuse me one minute.
Everyone is in the conference room.
Security training.
Did you forget? - No.
- By the way, any decision on the PCB connector specs?
The supplier's ready to launch.
- Let's just take the B-17-21.
- Are you sure? - Yeah. I know the model.
Very efficient. Fill out the order form, I'll sign it.
- And of course, those trying to approach you
won't introduce themselves as industrial espionage experts.
They'll set up a fortuitous meeting
to make contact with you.
Using your family, your friends, your partners, etc.
Anyone close to you.
Anyone who can pull any lever with you at all.
And... they'll be very patient.
You'll meet them in everyday,
non-threatening situations, at a barbecue with colleagues,
at the gym, on a train.
At a bar with your friends.
If the economic stakes are high,
the more valuable your information,
the higher the sophistication.
If they know that you're their only way in,
they'll pull off any trick they can.
Invade your privacy,
allay your suspicions,
and eventually, have direct access
to your professional data.
- Excuse me.
- What is she doing? - Beats me.
- Hey!
- What are you doing with my computer?
- I was just coming to bed.
I'm sorry, it was gonna be a surprise.
- Hey, man! Ready for show time?
What'd you expect, camel riding?
Oh, uh... You too?
- Now, let's see who's got the real guts.
- Let's go!
- Woo!
- Yes!
- Thank you so much, bro.
That was really cool. - Yeah.
- Hey, your sister is a hell of a driver.
- Yeah, whatever she does, she ends up kicking ass!
She could be a pilot. Or an engineer.
She's an awesome diver too.
- Oh, yeah? - Yeah.
Honestly, I can't compete.
You like diving?
- Uh... yeah, yeah, love it!
- In 2004, she worked for Hexatom.
The French nuclear industry leader.
Quick rise to the top.
The boss put her in charge of cybersecurity
at a new fast neutron reactor in Kazakhstan.
- Oh yes, that accident in January 2005, right?
- The problem was that when they started it up in the test phase,
she hadn't fully debugged the backup system.
Major flaw.
Cascaded into a huge explosion.
Dozens of people dead.
- But was it really her fault?
- Well,
she got kicked out.
And when I see how she's running things here...
See you later.
- At Al Razah,
we are the ones responsible for the site and...
Hexatom is a very demanding client.
But... you know that already, of course.
- You're stalking me!
- Everything okay?
- Work call. I'm sorry, I'll keep it down.
You bugged my computer
which means you came into my house!
- You have no idea the risks you're taking, Claire.
I have to keep you safe.
- Right?
Like you did in Kazakhstan and Thailand?
What the hell is going on, you bastard?!
- I can't tell you that.
It's too dangerous.
- Oh! Bullshit!
You lie because...
this is the only thing you ever do!
You're a fraud,
like your entire life!
- Then I guess it's goodbye.
- Birgit, it's Claire.
- Hi. How are you?
- I'm doing well.
I'd like to see you.
Can I, can I come and, and meet you?
It's kind of important.
- Perfect timing, my party's tonight.
Still coming?
We'll have plenty of time to chat then.
- Of course! I'll be there.
- Great. See you later.
- See you, bye-bye!
- So you buddy up, make your way to the boat
and these guys are gonna take you out.
- Come on, let's go.
- Have a great dive!
- Is there a problem?
- You are not supposed to be here.
- I need to know if there's any way to speed up the process.
- Not if you want to make it look like an accident.
Al Razah is in the test phase, okay?
Core temperature is rising.
But we need to wait for the right moment to release the virus.
- And when's all this supposed to happen?
- Fourteen days from now.
At the end of the test phase... a horrifying accident.
One that proves Hexatom's technology is totally unreliable.
Relegating the French to the bottom of the league.
That's what you want, right?
To warn the world about the dangers of thorium technology
and the warm security of oil.
- Yeah, well, our time is tight.
We need this accident to happen as soon as possible.
- I'm sorry, but the Nexus is already connected
to a LAN router on the admin network,
so releasing the virus ahead of schedule
would jeopardize the whole operation.
It would be like shouting sabotage from the rooftops.
- Okay, we'll stick with the original plan for now.
In the meantime, you keep your eyes peeled
and your dick in your pants, you understand?
- What are you talking about? - Singapore!
Does that ring a bell?
Don't fuck with my mission.
- Or, instead of buying another car,
we could buy a boat.
But seriously, look at this place, look at all the money.
Well, maybe soon, some of it is gonna come our way.
Honestly, Claire? Paris?
Where's that again?
- Ah!
- Good evening! - Claire, hi!
- It's wonderful!
Come! Let's have drink!
- Any news from your partner?
- Oh, he's passing, sad to say.
But it happens.
Maybe you should ask Claire to connect you with Al Tarubi.
He's got equity in so many ventures here.
- No.
No way, I can't do that.
I mean, Claire, just started.
I can't ask her, not now.
- Hey! Don't worry!
We'll find investors!
- Thank you.
- We need to talk.
I can't let you talk to Birgit.
- Who the hell are you, Gabriel?
And who do you work for?
- I used to work in private security.
I was a mercenary, Claire.
And I was hired to get close to you.
My company wanted the blueprints of the security system,
and the backup procedures you designed,
so they could find a breach
and create spyware to monitor the plant remotely.
A patriotic duty, they said, outsourced by the US government.
- So the accident in Kazakhstan, it was your fault?
- It was only after the mission I discovered the truth.
They wanted to use their spyware
to bypass your backup system and...
...sabotage the plant.
- I don't understand.
It's out of control!
- Claire, we have to go now!
- We can't leave them behind!
- We don't have a choice.
- And you just let them?
- I didn't have much choice.
They had me over a barrel. They said if I talked...
...then we both would have an unfortunate accident.
They would have killed us both.
I wanted to tell you everything.
I was gonna grab you and run, I had it all planned out.
But then, they followed me to Thailand.
And then, the Tsumani hit...
- Gabriel?
Gabriel?
If they thought I was dead, then they'd leave you alone.
So I took the only chance I had to protect you.
I figured, your grief was your best alibi, Claire.
If you believed I was dead, then so would they.
That would be the end of it.
- Gabriel!
- And I swear, I went back to Kazakhstan as soon as I could.
But it was too late...
- So it wasn't my backup system?
- No.
And I'm so, so sorry for that.
- That man, the other night,
the serious problem,
he was working for them?
- Yes, yes.
Asgard, they're controlled by a Russian oil Consortium.
- Oh! Oh my God!
I'm so sorry!
- Don't worry about it, it's okay, it's really okay.
- Come, I'll help you clean up. Come.
- What are you doing here?
Hanging around Al Razah?
Time for the truth, Gabriel.
- Asgard have a mole inside Hexatom.
I don't know who it is.
But they're planning to sabotage the Al Razah research center.
I need the blueprints to the Al Razah security system
if I got any chance of stopping these people.
- That's why you need to contact Birgit.
- Oh please, really, I... - I'm Kate, by the way,
Kate Robertson from Toronto.
- Nice to meet you, I'm Lukas from Paris,
here with my wife, Claire.
Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
- She's my only way in.
And I know the two of you are friends.
- That's true.
That's why I want her to keep the hell away from you.
- I'm not gonna let you do that.
I'm sorry, I can't.
You know as well as I do there are hundreds of lives at stake here, Claire.
I am telling you the truth.
Besides...
You have a chance here to clear your name.
If you help me, we could rewrite the last fifteen years.
- What do you know about the last fifteen years?
There's no going back, Gabriel.
Or whatever your name is.
- Claire, look, I swear when this is over,
I'll be gone for good.
Okay? The last thing I wanna do
is ruin your life all over again.
- Claire?
Have you seen Eric, my husband?
- Jeanne, this is my friend Philip.
- Her diving instructor. - Oh!
- Claire told me about the party so I swam to the boat.
- Really?
Where's your tuxedo, Mr. Bond?
- You foiled my plan, miss Moneypenny.
How about some champagne, huh?
- Okay! Let's go! - After you.
Here, take this, and keep it safe.
- Claire?
♪ Happy Birthday to you
♪ Happy Birthday dear Birgit
♪ Happy Birthday to you
- Happy birthday, Birgit!
- It's so good to see you.
- Now, you had something to tell me?
- No. Nothing, actually.
Nothing important.
- Okay, then.
- It's nice here.
So much fun...
- Are you okay?
- Yes.
- Sure? - Yeah.
- You're ready?
- Woo-hoo!
- Damn!
- Woo!
- I watched something kind of weird
at the party tonight.
You know Eric, the high school principal?
And Elizabeth, Vincent's wife?
They were...
touching each other in a... rather obvious way.
- What do you mean?
Are you sure?
- Well, I've been told adultery is like the number one hobby
of most expats here...
Promise we won't get into any of that?
- What are you talking about?
Are you crazy?
- Come on, Zack! Try it!
It's fun!
- Hey!
- Oh!
- Wow!
- Oof!
- Well, it's pretty clear now,
Gabriel did make contact with Claire.
- You were right to keep a bead on her.
- Oh, I'm really glad you approve.
is she ready to see him again?
- I don't understand French, but she sounded pretty pissed off.
- He's the love of her life. She'll see him again.
- So then, she's how we'll get rid of him.
For sure.
- Close field surveillance is a lot of work for us five.
- Yeah, and Gabriel knows your face, so...
- This place was nothing more than a little fishing village
fifty years ago, did you know that?
Then, thanks to the oil business,
everyone came...
to make their fortune.
And now,
the place is like a real-life Eldorado.
- So what's your point?
You're old?
- My point, darling, is that everyone here
is trading something in search of their dream.
And every single dream requires one thing.
Money.
- Lukas?
- Of course, we could also just abduct her son,
but, I mean...
Nobody uses a nuke to start a war.
- Hon', I'm heading out.
I have a meeting with Canadian investors.
- Hmm.
- They might be interested
in putting some equity into our restaurant.
- Yes. - I'll be back around seven, okay?
- Okay.
Fingers crossed.
- Hi, Lama.
- Bassem, I really need your help.
Stop here, please.
Go to Apu's place, please.
- Yes, Claire?
- Meeting aborted as planned.
Just drive, please.
Stop here.
Thank you, keep going.
- How we going there, fellas?
Did we fill the nitrox, this morning?
- Claire?
Yes. I know where he's hiding.
- Lukas! Hello!
- Hey! - It's nice to see you again!
- Good to see you!
- I'd like you to meet my husband, John.
- How you doing, Lukas? - Good to meet you, John.
- Looking forward to talking to you.
- Please, take a seat. - Thank you!
- I was with you every Christmas.
- It really was you in Rome?
You knew from the beginning about Zack?
You really think
I would believe we met by chance at the Sunset Tower?
You trapped me there as you trapped me today.
You manipulated the whole thing!
Take a closer look at that photo.
Holland.
You see, I stopped visiting you five years ago.
Cause that's when you met Lukas.
Then it kind of felt absurd
that we could possibly have any--
- Oh, stop lying to me, Gabriel.
Please.
- Okay.
You're right.
Our meeting at the Sunset Tower wasn't by chance.
But I'm not the one who made it happen.
I still work as a mercenary, Claire.
But I can't tell you anything about my employer.
All I can say is that they want to defeat Asgard, and the Consortium.
And that night, they set me up.
- Once again?
- Yes. Once again.
Because that's the way it works in my world, Claire.
Everyone lies to everyone else.
People will manipulate you and sacrifice you.
They'll do whatever it takes to fulfill their goals.
And if you want to survive, you have to fight dirty.
You gotta be smarter.
- How do I know you're not using me?
Like you did in Kazakhstan?
- Because that night, they used you.
They set up that encounter to force me to contact you.
- They want me to help you manipulate Birgit.
- My employer knew you were here
through their surveillance on Birgit.
- She recommended me for the job.
- Well, maybe they found a way to oil the wheels of your recruitment,
knowing it would help me for the mission, I don't know.
But what I know, is that they had a man
confirm your arrival at the airport.
He's my contact out here.
And he told me the truth just two hours ago.
They've been watching you.
Kind of creepy, right?
That's why I refused to involve you.
That's why I ran away. Twice.
That's why I urged you
to stay away from me.
And you didn't listen.
You came back.
Twice.
Claire...
If you want to help me, you gotta understand
how dangerous this world is,
this mission is.
This Consortium,
they will not hesitate to kill anyone who stands in their way.
You should not have come here.
And now that you're here,
I suppose it's up to you.
- These people, your employer...
Will they expose Asgard?
- Yeah.
And the Consortium.
It could clear your name for good.
- I will help you.
On one condition.
Once we're done,
I want you out of my life for good.
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