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- A barbecue, huh?
- Business bonding in the sand.
- I don't like it.
- You think we're compromised?
- Gabriel ID'd me at the souk.
We have to assume she knows.
- Unless he decided to disappear.
That's kind of his thing.
- You know, the Canadian couple...
The one who got friendly with Lukas?
They're the ones who bugged my iPhone.
And ambushed us at the restaurant.
They also bugged my house.
It was hidden in a candle holder.
I left it inside, of course.
- Good.
We can use that.
As for your Canadians...
- It's him!
Who is he, really?
- He was my boss at Asgard for the Kazakh mission.
Douglas Marsh.
We were friends. Till I wence out.
He spent the last fifteen years trying to hunt me down.
This is all getting out of hand, Claire.
I think it's time for you to step aside.
- What happened in Kazakhstan was not my fault.
But if I let them destroy Al Razah research center,
this time it will be.
The explosion would spread a toxic cloud
miles around the plant.
I can't let hundreds of innocent people die.
I couldn't live with myself.
This desert trip will give us plenty of chances
to manipulate your old friend...
- Good?
- Yes, honey.
- Let's do it.
- Anything at all?
- Negative, no sign of him.
- Sit rep. All clear.
No sign of Gabriel.
- Hello!
- How are you?
- May I introduce Kate and John?
They joined us on the highway.
They're Greg and Lukas future partners.
- Nice to meet you.
- And my old friend Birgit from Hexatom.
The French nuclear group I used to work for.
- Ah! I didn't know Hexatom had projects here.
Nice to meet you. - We are doing some research.
It's not a nuclear plant this time,
but a new kind of technology.
Groundbreaking stuff actually.
A combo of thorium and solar energy.
Clean. Sustainable. Green.
Could be the energy of the future!
- Wow! Could be the second French revolution!
- Like you say...
- Hey! Come on, guys!
Before we all start storming the Bastille,
let's have a look at the view.
- Yes! - Sounds good! Beautiful!
- Birgit. I don't like to do this,
but Lukas has a serious jealousy problem.
So, don't say anything about our drink
last weekend with Philip, okay?
- I promise. Okay. - Thank you.
- Yeah... They can't just be friends.
- If they're just friends, I'm the fucking Easter bunny.
- Look, I know you miss Paris too,
but this isn't too shabby, is it?
- Yeah.
- Oh! It's so gorgeous!
- I love it here.
- Target is a no show,
head back and stay by the highway,
I'll call if I need you.
- Whoo!
- Gentlemen! Just heard from the bank.
The deal memo will be ready Tuesday.
- Wow! It's great!
- There's something important I forgot to mention...
Your old friend Doug,
"John Robertson"...
He's about to invest in Lukas' restaurant.
I'm worried.
I'm so worried for Lukas.
He never asked to be involved.
Don't worry, I'll take care of it.
- And to our new partners!
- Yes! Cheers!
- Cheers!
So these are samples from our future menu.
- And now, the main event...
Lukas' specialty!
"Velouté de champignons" with real mushrooms!
Don't be surprised if you find some dirt in there,
it's normal, part of the recipe.
I'm sorry, yeah, I'm coming back.
- Oh my God, Lukas, this is amazing!
- Thank you. - Yeah!
- We can use this barbecue
to plant something on Doug.
Uh... a bug in his phone maybe,
so you can track him all the way
to their mole in Al Razah.
- You're thinking like a spy. It's good.
I love it.
It's a nice idea.
But Doug will be watching his cell phone like a hawk.
So, a better option are these.
Silicone trackers.
They stay in your body for about 24 hours
before you pass 'em out again.
- Add some wine in my glass.
Hi!
- Hey! Soup?
- No, I wish I could, but...
malheureusement,
I'm deadly allergic to mushrooms.
- Oh, really?
- Just kidding! I'm kidding.
Which one? - Uh... this one?
- That one looks like it has more,
can I have that one? - Yes, of course.
- May I? - Yeah.
- Thank you.
- That looks good.
Cheers.
- Cheers.
- Mmm!
Oh my God, that's delicious, - Yes.
Why two?
Because Doug is a pro,
because he's paranoid,
and if you want to persuade Doug that your food is harmless...
- So you want me to eat one of them?
- You're gonna have to.
- Mmm!
Wow! Mmm!
Your husband is very talented.
He's a keeper, huh?
- I know.
- And now, a little more magic...
What chefs would call "the finishing touch".
- Come on, don't be so shy.
- I'll be back.
- Are you okay? - Calm down, everyone!
- So, John? - Yeah!
- Can I call you Doug?
- This isn't a game, Claire.
- I'm not playing any game.
Just protecting my family.
- Thanks for coming. - Thank you!
Bye. - Bye.
- Gabriel is gone, vanished.
- But you're still helping him.
Right?
And using your little friend over there, I assume.
You think she knows that you're using her?
Eh? What do you think she'd say?
- She didn't say much after I told her
about the plan to sabotage Al Razah.
Don't worry,
I didn't give any names.
Not even Asgard's.
Let's call it a token of good faith.
- You listen to me.
You have no idea what you're stepping into here.
Do you understand?
- I'm out. You're done.
So leave us alone.
- Okay, everyone. Follow me to the highway.
And then, have a safe trip back!
Please drive carefully! - Yeah.
- The desert is full of surprises.
- So should we stop talking business with Lukas?
- No.
We move faster.
Now, she's declared herself.
She'll have to try to find a way to talk him out of it.
Same with Birgit,
who might still think she's obsessed
with sabotage or something.
- But what if Birgit tells Hexatom?
- You heard the man, the desert is full of surprises...
- She got you!
- Change of plans, we're moving forward a week.
- Bad idea.
- Why is that?
the plant is still in the test phase.
The core temperature is rising,
but we need it to hit the correct level
if we want the virus to do what we want it do to!
Otherwise, we can't be sure it won't just induce a meltdown.
Don't forget, that's part of the deal
with the thorium technology.
Its core is not supposed to melt naturally.
The only way to achieve a core meltdown
at Al Razah is by using the Nexus.
Because I set up a specific process
that needs time to activate fission.
Any other way,
when the temp rises, it just stops.
- You know what, I don't give a fuck
about your technical bullshit! I need that virus released.
- God, you're not listening.
The Nexus is connected.
In five days, the core is going to reach
the target temperature triggering the Nexus
to release the virus at the very end of the test phase.
Anything else is totally rash.
I can't take that risk.
- You won't take that risk? - No, I can't.
- There's all kinds of risks, my friend.
And some of them are more dangerous than others.
Two days, that's all you have.
Philip?
- That would be awesome.
- Zack is scared shitless. We're about to go on a ride.
- Woo-hoo!
- Don't worry.
I followed protocol.
Lunchtime. We've got two hours.
- Thomas Grasset.
One of Hexatom's senior security inspectors.
- Good-looking guy.
- He's Asgard's mole inside Al Razah.
The guy who installed the Nexus.
He met with Doug this morning.
Then drank his nerves away at the Sky bar.
Judging by the amount he knocked back,
I'd say Doug's putting him under some serious pressure.
- Never seen him before.
- He joined Hexatom five years after they fired you.
I cross-checked my documents with Birgit's.
He's got Level-4 status.
- That's even higher than Birgit.
- Almost higher than anyone.
Which means he's one of the few guys at Hexatom
who has full access to Al Razah.
A level 4 requires a double security check.
A physical pass and a fingerprint scan.
- How do we do that?
- Best I can come up with is...
Well, Grasset's wife died a couple of years ago.
And lately,
he's been feeling a little lonely in the evenings.
Well, the ladies he's been entertaining,
they're not exactly marriage material.
- So what is your plan?
- I can ask my employer for some backup.
Or I can hire someone.
- Don't you think it's a little bit dangerous
bringing someone else?
- Yeah. But what choice do I have?
- I can do it.
First, I'm a woman.
Second, I'm French like him!
- I'm not gonna let you-- - What? Talk to him?
You don't think I'm up to it,
or... I don't have the goods?
- It's not about the goods, Claire.
It's who's buying them.
- What if I were to get him to invite me to his room?
Then I pour something in his drink.
By the time we're in the room, he's unconscious.
Then I could get his fingerprints and the documents.
- It's harder than you think.
- Harder than hiding a bug in a velouté de champignons?
- Okay.
You have to understand,
you'd be taking a huge risk, Claire.
- Yes. But nothing compared to a core meltdown.
- Thank you.
- Don't act as if it wasn't your plan from the start.
Hurry, I don't have much time...
- Hope it fits.
I had to rely on my memory.
- Your memory is doing just fine.
- Um...
This is a fingerprint scanner.
You need to roll each finger firmly.
We need the entire print, okay?
So make sure you scan the edges like this.
- Okay.
- And I want you to wear this.
It's a wireless comms link.
So I can listen and intervene if there's a problem.
- A problem?
He's going to be asleep, right?
- That's the plan.
Just in case.
I'll hear you, you won't hear me,
it's too risky to give you an earpiece.
Grasset might spot it.
- Where am I going to put this?
- For a lot of women, the best place is usually...
- Is that okay?
- Yeah. Perfect.
- Can you?
- Let me...
- Thank you.
Don't you think it's a little bit cliché?
- Cliché? - Yeah. The dress.
Do you have a picture of Grasset's ex-wife?
- Yeah. Why?
- Maybe I have a better idea.
- One last thing.
I arranged a fake judgement
in Canada for financial fraud,
against John Robertson, Doug's alias.
You show that to Lukas, he'll think twice
about going into business with someone like that...
- Thank you.
- You know, you don't have to do this.
I can still try to find another option.
- I can do this, Gabriel.
Trust me.
- Woo-hoo!
- Slow down! Slow down! - Ah!
- Whoo!
- What did I tell you! - It's awesome!
Best way to celebrate Christmas.
- It's more fun in my dad's car.
- Oh yeah!
- You wanna drive?
- No...
- It's okay, Salem. Zack can't drive...
- You wanna bet? - Let's go!!!
- Awesome!
- We got some juice on Grasset.
Explains Asgard's leverage on him.
- An NDA?
- Big money non-disclosure,
signed in Singapore between Grasset and a woman.
The poor girl, she was traumatized.
A real PTSD.
Seems our man's not just any old womanizer.
He's a stone cold pervert.
- It's a bit of an understatement, don't you think?
- Asgard must've used the NDA to blackmail him.
- I can't use Claire for this.
you're on your own here.
You better go fucking fast
if you wanna keep ahead of Asgard.
- Hi, you've reached Claire. Please leave a message.
- Hey, it's me. Just checking in for tonight.
Remember, I'm gonna be with you every step of the way.
If there's anything, anything you're not confortable with,
Je ne me sens pas très bien.
You say these words, I'm gonna come right in.
- Oh!
- Ah! - Whoa!
Slow down! Slow down!
- Oh... - Oh, man.
- Zack?
Fuck, man!
- Nothing's moving, man.
It's stuck.
- Stop! Stop! Stop!
Oh, God!
What the hell did you do?
- I'm sorry.
- Ah, shit. - I'm so sorry, guys.
- Okay, we're dead.
- Hey, Philip, it's Zack.
- Hey, man. I'm kind of busy right now.
- Yeah, listen, I'm in deep shit.
Me and my friends took off
with their father's Porsche, and...
we're in the desert.
And sort of totally stuck in the middle of nowhere so...
Can you come and help us, please?
- I'm sorry, Zack, I can't.
I really wish I could, but...
- Okay, you know what, forget it. I'll call my mom.
- We're gonna call the chauffeur. End of story.
- And you really think Karim won't tell Dad, this time?!
We're dead.
- Yes?
Hey, it's me again.
Listen, I moved my schedule around so...
Where are you guys at, exactly?
- I'll send it to your phone.
- Alright, I'm on my way.
- So that's what he's into?
The classy style.
- What?
Who?
- You're really gonna make me spell it out?
- Let's go outside.
- You can't even say his damn name?
- Lukas-- - Well, let me help you. It's Gabriel!
- Okay, follow me, please.
Follow me please, Lukas!
Or is it Gabe?
Alive after all these years, now how long have you known?
- Okay, this is absolutely not what you think.
Please, follow me. - Don't touch me!
That reckless bastard ruins your life.
And when he reappears,
you just drop everything and act like his fricking puppet.
- Absolutely nothing has happened between Gabriel and me!
I swear on Zack's life.
- You leave Zack the fuck--
- Shit, they're out of range!
- Gabriel is in serious trouble.
And he reached out to me for help.
After that, I'll never see him again, I promise you.
I'll be home in four hours,
I'll explain to you everything, then. Okay?
You have to trust me.
Please.
Thank you.
Oh! By the way...
The Canadian couple?
I told you I never liked them.
So I asked a friend of mine in Toronto
to do some digging, and looks like I was right.
- Whatever it is you're doing,
do you ever think of Zack?
You know what?
Zack is my son!
So I'm the one who knows what's best for him.
- The old step-dad roundhouse. Right in the nuts.
Darling, the door is open. You know what to do.
- "Darling" me again and it's your nuts I'm kicking.
- Stop being crazy. It's just a camel.
- Zack, I need to tell you something.
- Yeah?
- I can see you like my sister.
- Yeah! She's funny and smart...
- I know, but you can't like her.
If you know what I mean.
- Not exactly, no...
I mean, like... Moza--
- That's just the way it is here.
I'm her brother.
Zack, please try to understand.
We're friends.
So I'm warning you, as a friend.
It's not happening with Moza.
Never ever gonna happen.
That's just the way it is.
Sorry, dude.
- Excuse me.
I'm here on business
and it's been said this place is the coolest in town.
- Yes, it is.
- Can I see the cocktail menu, please?
Thank you.
- The sandman's on his way.
- Hi! We're gonna be neighbors!
Anna found us a house in the compound.
- Well, right on time, once again.
I get it. That's your job, right?
- Not again.
Oh, I'm so sorry, Lukas.
This is a nightmare. It's my nightmare.
- What are you talking about?
- I'm so sorry I involved you in all of this.
I really am, I'm really sorry.
- Wait.
- Cheers. - Cheers.
- John had problems...
with tax authorities
and clients and sometimes partners.
Oh, but he promised me it was over.
I guess that's why I...
That's why I approached you.
- You're free to leave him, aren't you?
- John has issues.
And when he gets anxious or...
...jealous,
or drunk,
which happens often,
he can be violent.
- I'm so sorry, Kate.
- Hey, Zack, come on, we gotta hurry.
Come on. Let's see the damage.
- We really fucked things up, didn't we?
- Don't worry.
It's the least of my concerns, tonight.
- Okay, I don't know what you mean,
so you're gonna have to explain.
And I'm not drunk....
Yet.
- Let's drink.
Cause you're not gonna believe what I'm about to tell you.
- That should hold.
Okay, we're all set, let's move.
- Ah! No!
- Come on. Let's go!
- Ah!
- We're good. We're all good.
- Wait a minute. Come on, why would he even do that?
What'd you say his name was, again?
Oh, Gabriel.
Did he own money
or was he running away from the mob, or what?
- All I know is that right now
he's very much alive and fucking up my life.
- Oh, yeah, zombie ex, that's the worst.
- It took me five years
to help Claire to get over this guy.
And she did. I won.
Gabriel is alive,
and that means anything can happen.
- Well, yeah.
You could smash his face in.
- Gabriel?
I'm outside, where are you?
- Listen, guys, I have to go.
- Thanks again.
- Thank you. Bye.
- See you.
- You wanna crash here?
- Where the fuck are you?
Did you hear what just happened?
- I had a problem.
- You were supposed to stay with me--
- Are you alright?
You're okay?
- Oh. No thanks to you.
- I'm sorry.
Do you have the badge?
- Of course I have the damn badge but--
- Okay, meet me at the boat.
- Answer me.
Please...
Here's the best part.
The guy's a diving instructor.
Works on a boat, Nirvana something.
"Try it once, you'll never forget it."
What a joke!
- Yeah! Right?
- We need a refill. - Yeah.
- I'll be back.
Oh, and you're right.
Smashing his face sounds like an interesting option.
- On the boat!
Where are you?
- Two minutes away.
I was waiting for your call.
- Get out of here, my cover's been blown.
- What?
- Don't go anywhere near the boat!
I'll meet you at the main gate of the souk.
- Okay.
- Let's move.
- You're amazing.
But they're gonna know we ID-ed Grasset.
I managed to save my laptop,
but I had to leave everything else.
I'm sorry.
- So that's it?
All that for noting?
- I did warn you.
- What now?
- I'm gonna have to go to Al-Razah
as soon as possible, it's my only chance.
- How will you get in?
- I'll find a way.
First, I'm gonna need somewhere to lay low for a while.
- I think I have an idea.
- Okay!
Voilà!
It's a corporate apartment,
but we've never used it. Too gloomy.
Eric just uses it
when he has to work late at the school,
but the view is nice though.
- I don't know how to thank you, Jeanne.
- Oh! I'm happy to help Claire.
- Is that Zack's school?
- Yes.
I should--
- You should stay.
- I can't.
Lukas is waiting for me,
I promised him a full explanation.
He saw us.
- At the boat?
- He must have followed me.
I don't understand.
- So your husband sees me on the boat,
and then, four hours later, the goon squad show up.
He must have told his new Canadian friends.
Claire, you cannot tell him anything, from now on.
- I know.
- I need you to understand.
- I can't.
- Can't what?
- You're good at betrayal.
This is my first time.
- Lukas?
- Professionals.
- Excuse me, sir?
- Yes?
- I'm trying to find my diving instructor Philip.
We're supposed to meet up for a beer.
- Him?
Sir?
- Yeah, that's him.
What happened?
- You know him well?
- No, we just went for a couple of dives.
- Your details, for the record.
- Of course.
Here.
- Hey.
- I can help you...
...get into Al Razah.
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