Mum, wake up. Come on, mum, mum!
I will tickle you! Come on, mum!
Wake up! It's time to wake up.
Okay, okay.
Is it today I have to go home?
Yes.
But you are staying here. You are staying here with her?
Just for a little while.
But why, Mum?
I just need to take care of some things so we can have a new home.
Hey, we'll be together again soon.
Promise.
Okay, my darling?
Don't worry, my love.
I may be your aunt, but you are my daughter.
You are in my heart.
We've been taught to live in peace, you know.
My prayer is that God will save you and you will be forgiven.
The taxi is waiting.
Let's not keep the taxi waiting.
We're unsure of this man's origins.
Sometimes he says he is Corsican, sometimes not.
Judging by his body odour, his personal hygiene is questionable.
Intel informs us he has no friends, no sexual relationships, no family...
However, he is a genius.
Good. We are in need of a genius.
Come in.
Cesar, let me introduce you to Malik.
I have been explaining to Malik
that you are a specialist in electronic and digital interception.
Can we get straight to it?
I have a medical appointment for my feet.
It doesn't really have a name.
What does it do?
Anything you want.
Does it make coffee?
No. I wasn't asked to make something that makes coffee.
What were you asked to make?
The Americans know more than we do on the Djinn Al Raqqa case.
They don't trust us. They are withholding intel.
We asked Cesar to come up with something which would override
the American security systems.
These systems protect communications between their field agents
and their headquarters in Langley, Virginia.
It only works if you are in close proximity of the sender.
Which we are.
Wait, who is the sender?
We know the hotel where Max Peterson is staying,
and we know which room he is in.
If you place this device within three metres of a mobile phone or laptop
it will record and transmit all communications
bypassing all their security procedures.
That said, the Americans have a man in Virginia.
His name is Wallace. He'll eventually figure out what I'm doing.
We have permission from the Elysee to carry out surveillance.
I really need to leave. My toes are on fire.
Oh, God.
I really have to go.
Magritte, does it work?
It works.
That CIA agent drinks.
So, I was able to test it at the bar of his hotel two days ago.
They let you in?
As a cleaner.
I put the device in the cupboard.
I intercepted two encrypted emails he sent to his superiors in Langley.
So what did the CIA operative have to say while intoxicated?
He said the British agent Imogen, is reporting directly to him
and believes the Americans are better informed and more efficient.
Good bye.
Thank you, Cesar.
Malik, she's fucking you, and not in the way you want.
It's bullshit.
She never does things for the reasons you think she's doing them.
How did we get this?
Cesar planted a device a year ago
in a place where "persons of interest" get together, so we listen in.
It is a place where persons of interest go to drink tea so we listen in.
Finally something we know that the Americans don't.
He's talking about the Djinn Al Raqqa.
And a ship heading for a US harbor, with an explosive device on board.
I've got our people looking into the "Djinn".
There is one Djinn for each day of the week.
And for each day there is a color and an angel.
My opinion is it's a cell using the Djinn as code names.
We must share this with the Americans.
Wait.
Cesar intercepted some calls that suggest
an American agent was murdered today.
We're trying to find out who the agent was,
who murdered them, and what they did with the body.
So our City is now totally out of our fucking control.
So take back control.
I am meeting Imogen tonight.
We have the intel on a major terrorist operation.
Just give me time to talk to Imogen...
This is our intel.
We got lucky. We have to share it.
If we tell the Americans they'll show up with a fucking marching band.
Imogen can find out the truth faster.
Just give me tonight.
Twenty-four, rue de l'Atlantique.