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[Gabriel]: You can still change your mind.
- How will you find the Nexus once you're in Al Razah?
Without any plans?
You need me, and we both know that.
- Are you sure about this?
- Stop asking me stupid questions.
[sighs]
[in Arabic]:
[tense music]
[bip!]
[in Arabic]:
- Don't worry, everything's gonna be alright.
[theme music]
[moaning]
- Stop!
Stop!
- Wake up, hey!
Hey!!! Look at me!
- She trapped me.
- This is what's gonna happen now.
You're gonna warn Al Razah
about the attempt to steal your ID.
You're gonna drive over there,
you're gonna go inside
and you're gonna release the virus.
Do you understand? - I already told you.
- I don't care.
- It's too dangerous.
- Do I not seem like a serious man to you?
Look at me?
Hm?
This is your last fucking chance!
- Okay.
- So how are we looking?
- Looks like I need to create two separate subroutines.
First, a malware.
That way I can introduce my ID and fingerprints
into their list of authorized visitors.
Once I'm inside, it deletes my ID...
- Nice.
- I also need to insert a logic bomb;
A virus that'll get me access to the birdcage.
You know how I'm gonna do this?
- No.
- I'll upload the logic bomb into their intranet,
with a hard line.
Thank you, Birgit, for your ID.
- Brilliant.
[Birgit]: Who is it?
[in German]:
[Gabriel]: How do you find the Nexus?
You don't have any structural plans?
- No, but I've designed this security system
for more than 20 years.
I know the best place to connect a spy module
is a router of the admin network.
Since you told me what happened in Kazakhstan
was due to a virus, I looked at my old data.
And I think Asgard used exactly the same kind of logic bomb
to sneak into my security system.
Birgit, that bitch!
- What? What's wrong?
- She set up a specific anti-botnet protection,
designed to watch out for exactly this kind of virus.
[sighs]
- What are you saying? She knew?
She knew the accident in Kazakhstan was caused by a virus.
- Yeah.
She knew it wasn't me, but she let me take the fall.
- What a bitch.
What can she do?
Could she stop you from uploading your virus?
- I'll create another one more aggressive.
Let's call it "FYB".
[laughs] - "Fuck you, Birgit?"
[laughs]
[in German]:
Hello, Ahmed.
- Miss Rubach? How can I help you?
- Sorry, was... my mistake.
[in Arabic]:
- Where are we going? - Chut!
- What's going on?
- Going for a little walk.
- What? Where?
Take me with you. Please.
[sighs] - Come on.
- They'll open the gates to Al Razah in about two hours.
- Are you sure?
- What?
You don't trust me?
- Not really.
- You know, I never brought anyone else here before.
- So strange.
- Maybe lose the phone for this one?
- But I just want to remember it.
- You can. Easy, just keep it here.
Fifty years ago, there was nothing here.
Just a little fishing village.
And then, the oil came.
And my father and grandfather built this town.
- It's really incredible.
- Yes, but the oil reserves won't last forever.
That's why roots matter so much to us.
Everything can change so fast
that if we forget where we come from,
we'll lose ourselves.
And all this will crumble to dust.
- You know...
I don't have any roots.
At least on my dad's side.
I never even knew him.
He died before I was born.
In Thailand.
In the tsunami.
He and my mom were in love.
I guess.
I don't even know what he looked like.
So, you know,
I get it.
I do.
- Are you alright, Zack?
- Yeah, yeah, don't worry.
- Come on. Tour's not over yet.
- Hey. Can you sit down?
This is gonna work.
- If you say so. - Hey.
I believe in you.
And I'm gonna be there to help you if you need me.
Okay? - Mm-hmm.
- Here.
[tapping] - Oh.
[laughs]
The code...
to connect on the phone.
- Great.
And once this is all over,
all is left to do is think about our future.
- Let's just get through the day, shall we?
- Yeah.
- My grandfather moved here to find a job.
He was a pearl diver.
Fortunately, oil came a few years later
and everyone got rich.
Do you know what?
The pearls,
they never left.
Do you wanna see one of them?
- Now?
- Yeah.
- Great!
- Come on! - Oh, it's cold!
[indistinct]
[laughs] - Okay.
- The only treasure of ours you can keep.
[sirens wailing]
- Shit!
[in Arabic]:
- Your ID, please.
- Are you ready?
[camels groaning]
Testing comms.
One-two.
- Loud and clear.
- Once your ID is in the system,
how long until it's erased?
- Three seconds tops.
- Better get moving, then.
T minus 3.
Mark.
[indistinct conversations in Arabic]
- Good morning, sir. - Good morning, ma'am.
I'm on your list.
[Gabriel]: Two minutes, thirty seconds.
- Access denied.
[Gabriel]: Two minutes, stay calm.
- Stay in your vehicle, ma'am!
- Sorry! No, just a second.
Okay, I'm on your list.
Hexatom asked me to check out their internal network.
- Go back in your vehicle, ma'am.
[Claire]: You must have a problem with your scanner.
[Guard]: Now!
- Ninety seconds.
Sixty seconds.
- Your pass, ma'am. - Yes, thanks.
- This pass will give you level 1 access to the facility.
- Thank you, sir.
- Thirty seconds.
You still need to pass through the security door.
- Yes, I know.
- Fifteen seconds.
Ten seconds.
[bip!] 9, 8...
7...
6...
5,4...
3...
2...
[door buzzing]
Good job.
- That was the easiest part.
- I can hear your heart beating.
- So can I!
[voices approaching]
No!
[alarm ringing]
[message]: Level 6 alert.
Core coolant at maximum pressure.
- Shit!
[shouting]
Proceed immediately to emergency exits.
Remaining time to shut down: ten minutes, zero seconds.
- What's going on?
[screaming]
Claire, are you there?
Claire. Come in, Claire.
Claire, what's happening?
- It's an alert.
In the core pressure system.
- How did that happen? - I don't know.
The reactor is overloaded.
A risk of a meltdown.
[phone alert]
- HQ has managed to hack the local police system.
Good news: the cops are chasing Gabriel.
Right by the staff apartments
at the French High School.
- Claire's friend, Jeanne.
Her husband is the principal of the school.
- So we found the safehouse.
- Come on, let's go.
[message]: Seven minutes thirty seconds.
- I found the access to the birdcage.
- And can you connect to the intranet
to release your logic bomb?
- All good. Let's do this.
Shit!
- What's going on?
- Birgit, she changed the password.
She must know we're here.
- Claire.
- It's a disaster.
- If you really think we're done then get back here right now.
- I'm stuck here.
- Claire, listen to me.
You remember that cliff dive in Thailand?
Those kids telling us to jump?
- Why are you talking about this now?
- Because you were scared then and you still did it.
You took a moment, you closed your eyes.
And then, you did it.
Now, close your eyes.
There's a way through this.
[kids screaming]
Is there another way to upload the virus?
- Please, quiet.
[panting] Oh, my God!
[Claire]: I don't understand, it's out of control!
[man]: Claire, we have to go now!
The meltdown has already started.
- We can't leave them behind!
- We don't have a choice!
[Gabriel]: Claire?
Claire, are you there?
Claire, come in, Claire!
Claire!
[honking]
- Hurry up! Hurry up!
[message]: Remaining time to shut down:
20 minutes thirty seconds.
Level 6 alert.
Core coolant at maximum pressure.
Proceed immediately to emergency exits.
Remaining time to shut down:
Three minutes thirty seconds.
- Gabriel?
I don't hear you.
- Everyone out! Core is melting down!
- This man is still inside! I need to find him!
- Just go now! - Are you telling me you didn't see him?
- Sorry, ma'am. I have the IDs
of all the visitors in the last few hours.
- Show me!
[message]: Level 6 alert.
Core coolant at maximum pressure...
- That's weird. One's missing.
- She only arrived half an hour ago.
- Can you describe her? - Tall, blond,
European, slight accent, maybe French.
- Open the gate!
[honking]
- Gabriel?
[security message]
[message]: Remaining time to shut down:
One minute thirty seconds.
- Shit!
[screaming in Arabic]
[message]: Remaining time to shut down...
[bip!]
[sighs]
Core integrity restored.
Incident protocol effective immediately.
All heads of station to emergency debriefing.
[in Arabic]
- Security! - Look what I found in the off-limits zone.
Plugged right into a router
of the admin network.
A Nexus which was taking control of the reactor.
I prevented a core meltdown.
And spared you fifteen years of humiliation.
- Why should I believe you?
- Go and see for yourself.
You'll find Thomas Grasset in the server room,
knocked-out on the floor.
This is his little toy.
- How do I know you're not the one who did that?
- Oh! You should know,
you did that before, right?
- Get her!
- Run!
- We got what we need? - Yes.
- This way! - Yeah!
[screaming in Arabic]
- Get in the truck!
[shouting in Arabic]
You okay? - Yeah.
- Shit.
Pass me the extinguisher.
We need to jump.
- What?
- Jump!
Get off the road!
[shouting in Arabic]
[sighs] - We did it!
- No.
You did it!
[upbeat music]
- Got it!
[phone ringing] - Yeah?
- Local's confirmed, but dad's not home.
So come back and check outside.
- Roger.
- We'll wait here.
[phone ringing]
- Hello?
Yeah, I'm his stepdad.
What happened?
Is he alright?
I'm on my way.
[Claire]: I need to go.
[Gabriel]: What's wrong?
- Last time we made love, you vanished.
- Not this time.
Now I'm free.
- How can I trust a single thing you say?
- Because I'm in love with you.
And I know you love me.
- Thank you, Mr. Al Fardh.
- Don't worry, the police have no proof that they were there.
- I really appreciate your help.
- You know, boys will be boys.
- You're right.
I guess we weren't any different, were we?
[laughs]
- Salem! Say goodbye to your friend,
you will see them after the holidays.
- Ciao, dude. - Same, dude.
Enjoy your holidays. You too, Moza.
- Good luck for Christmas.
I know it's a hard time for you.
I mean, with your Dad and everything.
- Moza!
- Your friends seem really nice.
- Where's mom?
Did you guys have a fight?
- I'll drop you off at school, is that okay?
- I have to make a stop at home to pick up my stuff.
- Alright.
- I want to go public against Asgard.
- Public?
If you want to go public,
you better have a smoking gun,
a real big one.
- Big enough?
[laughs]
- Okay. Just so you know,
these Russian oligarchs,
they won't give up without a fight.
They're richer, they got scarier lawyers,
they won't stop until they chew you up
and spit you out.
So you better be clear
and know what you really want.
- I want them to suffer.
[phone ringing]
- Eric?
[screams]
- Are you fucking kidding me?
- She fell.
- Yeah, no shit!
Let's get out of here, and turn your cell phone off.
[screaming]
[in Arabic]:
[phone vibrating]
[sirens, indistinct conversations]
[phone ringing]
- Hello.
- It's Grasset. I have bad news.
She was there.
- Who was there?
- The stupid woman who tried to steal my damn pass yesterday.
She took the Nexus. - Bitch!
I don't believe this.
- Friend of yours, huh?
Well I have a solution for you if you're interested.
Since you had the brilliant idea
of moving our schedule forward,
I had to do a little improvising.
Could have worked, but she stopped me.
So, when she stole the Nexus,
I took the liberty of connecting my own satellite phone
to the entire setup.
- You're saying we can sabotage the plant remotely?
- A little revenge.
Thanks to me, now the Nexus has been verified by the network
and coupled to a router.
So, yes, sabotaging Al Razah
remotely is now possible...
if you have the Nexus.
And my phone code, naturally.
I've done my part,
this is a whole new problem
which I'd be more than happy to help you solve.
But I need to get out of town.
For good.
And the price tag is ten million U.S.
- We've already paid you, Grasset.
And very handsomely.
- True. But demand and supply
control price, as you know.
Scarcity increases value.
Hexatom's Indian and Chinese competitors
know all about that.
Now, make sure you pay attention.
First buyer with a wire transfer
to my Cayman account
gets remote access to my satellite phone.
And if that buyer also has the Nexus,
he can do whatever he likes with Al Razah
from the comfort of his own living room.
Yeah, think it over.
- Holy shit.
- Leave me off here.
- No, it's too dangerous.
-- Go to B25, 12 -B Street. Bassem's place.
I'll keep the Nexus in my office vault.
Safest place for now.
- Good idea. - Yeah. Okay.
- Claire, I'm so sorry about your friend.
- You killed her, you bastards.
- It's like I told you, Claire. It's a dangerous world.
One day you're on top,
the next day, you're flat on your back.
- You'd really do anything for him, huh?
- That's really noble,
but you have no idea who he really is.
- Gabriel's lying to you.
We thought you might want to see just how much.
- Whatever he promised you, Claire,
he'll sell you out.
And give the Nexus to the real bad guys.
Look at this.
- He's a fucking snake.
[tense music]
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