.
There, Mommy!
-Look there! -Here, to me!
Mm. Thank you.
Thank you.
You know, Josh, the name of these isn't pommes in America, it's…
French…
-Hmm? -Uh, fries.
-Fries! -Pass it to me, dumbass!
Over here!
Your papa, he always said
that in America, the French fries are way better.
I'm not very sure about that.
I'm not very sure.
Uh-uh.
And who eats that one?
Hm. For papa, way up high in heaven.
Hey, come on, pop.
It's time to put on sunscreen.
Give it to me. I got it, I got it.
To me, here. Come on.
I got it.
Come on. I'm open.
Not there!
Boys, calm down!
-Hey! -What the fuck?
Lady…
Shit, dude.
Man, are you okay?
Get up, man.
I'm sorry.
FOUR YEARS LATER
-Now she won't even call me. -Really?
I mean, I kind of get it. I wouldn't call you either.
-Forget about it. Just call her. -I don't know if I can…
Ah.
Come on!
We have an appointment.
Ms. Wulf, this is Eral Güney,
the journalist for the investigative network Clarativ.
I'm calling again because I have new material
concerning what happened to you in Afghanistan.
I know you don't wanna talk about it anymore,
but it would really help with my investigation
if you could just watch a video.
I've sent it to you via email.
Do you recognize anyone there? I look forward…
Josh?
You've gotta be by Mommy, okay? I don't wanna lose you.
When we're in America, will I get a baseball glove?
-Yeah, sure. -Will I get a room too?
-Your own, yeah. -And a PS5?
Nice try.
No way, little man.
Good morning. Please have your passports ready.
All metal items out of your pockets, please.
Place them in the trays. Thanks.
Smartphones in here, please. Jackets separate.
All metal items out of your pockets, please.
Next, please.
May I take a look in the backpack?
-Of course. -Okay.
Okay, next please. Deutsch? English?
English.
-Okay. -I'm interviewing to get an H-1 work visa.
-Sara and Joshua Wulf. -Okay.
Hey, buddy. You're American. How are you?
-Hm? -Hey, how are you?
-He's shy. -All right. You're checked in.
This is your number in the line. They'll call you when they're ready.
B86.
When you're asked, "How are you?"
you just need to say you're fine, that's all.
Yeah, but what if I'm not actually?
Either way.
The Americans don't actually wanna know how you're doing in that moment.
That's why you just say, "Fine." Simple as that.
There.
Did my papa also know any German or only English?
Only English.
If your papa tried to, he'd sound super funny.
You know how?
Are we also living near where my papa used to live?
Yeah, really close.
B117, counter six.
Can you please sit down?
-Josh! -I wanna play hide and seek!
Josh! What are you doing? Josh! Sorry, sorry.
-But I wanna play hide-and-seek! -Stop! Cut it out.
Come on. We'll speak to someone. Yeah?
Excuse us. I think we were forgotten.
-B-93. -It all runs via the computer system.
I've got a little boy here with me, and it's already been three hours.
There's a playground down the hall.
A PlayStation!
Can I stay here, Mommy? Please?
Okay, but not too long, or we'll miss our number when they call.
Yeah, but I'll just be here when you're ready. Please, Mommy.
Well, okay, for ten minutes.
But no whining when I come to get you. Deal?
Deal!
I'm just gonna go get a coffee.
B93, counter six.
Josh?
We don't have time to play hide-and-seek now.
Josh!
Josh, this isn't funny. It's our turn.
Joshua!
Josh?
Josh!
Deutsch?
-English? -English. English.
-What's the problem? -I…
I can't find my boy. I left him in the playroom there.
Could be that he's just playing hide and seek.
-Can we please just open these doors? -Would you please stay here?
Most likely he went to the hall or the bathroom.
No, he didn't. Can we please just open the doors?
-Why did you leave your boy by himself? -I…
It was just a few seconds. He was right here in the playroom…
For one, I'm not authorized to open this door.
And for two, and this is important,
the Americans don't mess around with stuff like this.
So please come with me a moment.
I… I want to speak to someone who can help me.
What seems to be the problem?
Mr. Kynch, I'm sorry. She, um, caused a disturbance.
Okay, I'll handle it. Thank you very much.
Eric Kynch, Regional Security Officer.
Sara Wulf.
-Gunnery Sergeant Donovan. -Ma'am.
-You've lost your son, right? -Yeah.
-What's his name? -Josh. He's six years old.
-In these offices? Here? -Yeah.
Please look around.
Josh?
You don't need to worry, Ms. Wulf. If any place is safe, it's here.
-How long was your boy at the playroom? -I don't know. Maybe five minutes?
We'd been here for so long, he was super fidgety.
Shit, how could I just walk away?
I have a daughter, Aileen.
She's eight.
Of course… sometimes you just need five minutes.
You can't blame yourself here.
We'll find your son, miss.
Thank you.
A child is missing. Six years old.
His name is Josh. Please report to the information desk.
A child is missing.
I've got no other ideas where he could've gone to.
Well, did he somehow get outside?
No, this place doesn't have a second exit.
If he'd've somehow made it to the front desk, we'd have heard about it by now.
I'll check anyway.
I…
I may have an idea.
A man and a woman were here, and they exchanged a bag.
I'm aware how this sounds,
but she went through this door, and the man gave me a weird look.
They both looked like they had something to hide.
What if those two took Josh into this wing?
Please, can you just open this door?
Can't do that. High-security area.
What if those two people are somehow involved? You've got a kid.
You know what can happen to children.
-What's going on? -Can we speak somewhere? Privately?
Yeah.
Special Forces training. Combat experience.
So you're a veteran.
Thank you for your service.
-When were you in Afghanistan? -Up through 2017.
Could you maybe just tell me what happened to Josh?
You applied for a visa for you and your son.
But only you checked in this morning.
What?
Are you serious? Of course we both checked in.
That's not what it says on here.
The list is wrong. We both checked in here this morning.
Someone did see him, people spoke to him, like the guy at the front.
I spoke to the service manager. Nobody saw him.
You were at the security check. You saw him!
I didn't see a child, ma'am.
Really? You mean to tell me he wasn't here with me?
That is how it looks, Ms. Wulf.
Okay, there are cameras everywhere. Wh… What about surveillance videos?
I checked them already. Only you can be seen in the footage.
That's not true. So let me take a look at these videos.
Are you calling me a liar, ma'am?
Sergeant. Please.
Okay.
So this is pointless, I want to speak to the German police.
Sure, yeah. They were informed already.
Hello. This is Eric Kynch. Ms. Wulf would like to have a word.
-Schirmer. -Okay.
They want me to think it's in my head,
but I came here with my baby boy early this morning.
They want me to believe he was never here.
Could you please come here?
Ms. Wulf, we've been informed about the situation at hand.
But we're not authorized to enter the consulate building.
Which means what?
The consulate's considered an exterritorial area.
Yeah, I know that. But, so, w… what then?
The German authorities have no jurisdiction there.
Basically, it's the same as American territory.
Come out for now. We've always collaborated very well…
But if I do go out, they won't let me come back in!
And I won't be allowed to see my son again!
Ms. Wulf, you have to calm down.
Two of my colleagues will meet you at the entrance in ten minutes.
Ms. Wulf, I promise that we'll continue to cooperate with you.
Hey!
-Ms. Wulf, calm down, please. -I won't go without my son!
I've got no idea about what happened to your son. But he wasn't here!
Ms. Wulf, please! Please!
Okay?
Okay.
It's okay.
You're under a lot of stress. I get that. I do.
But I'm asking you, please stay in this room
until the German police pick you up.
The sergeant here will keep you company.
Have a good rest of your day with us.
Please sit down, ma'am.
Copy.
Stay here. Don't move.
-Hello? -Hi. It's me, Mom. Hi.
-Sara? -I'm at the US Consulate in Frankfurt.
-You have to help me. Josh is missing. -What?
You've gotta make contact with the press and police.
They kidnapped Josh. Now they're covering their tracks.
Are you there?
Sara, you're taking your pills, right?
Mom, please. What's one gotta do with the other?
I'm fine. You know I'm fine. Why would you say that?
Can you put someone from the consulate on the phone, please?
I already told you, Mom. It's…
Listen. I know it is hard for you, but you have to calm down.
Please tell me what happened. Where's Josh? Sara!
Oh my God, the level 10 is so hard, it's impossible to beat.
I had two hours to beat it, and I still couldn't beat it.
Sergeant.
Please take your break now.
I'll take the next shift.
Any issues?
No. We're all good.
Good.
Josh?
Help!
Be quiet.
Okay.
English, Deutsch?
English. English.
Sit there.
Did you see a boy here? About this tall, black hair.
What?
Jewelry in a plastic bag?
Who are you? How come you're here?
Miss?
Miss!
I'm not here. I'm not here.
The things you requested.
Are you all right?
No.
No fresh fruit again?
Honey, I can't live on that junk.
I'll talk to the guest supervisor.
Thank you.
What's this about a boy you're looking for?
My son went missing two hours ago.
And I believe he was taken. From the play room in the visitor area.
So go speak to, like, security.
I think someone here from the consulate has something to do with it.
Have you seen a little boy here?
No.
I wasn't here either.
How did you make it here from the visitor area?
There are cameras, security doors, security personnel everywhere here.
I'm trained for this kind of thing.
So what are you? A freakin' special agent?
I was a soldier
Hm.
-Take care. -I can help you.
I'm someone who knows their way around.
I've been here for months already.
You need to stay here. I can help out. Maybe even find your son.
If you help find me a way out of this place.
I remember that. A skirmish in a hospital, right?
Yeah. An American and German recon team ran into an ambush.
Eight killed.
Sara Wulf was the only survivor and was heavily wounded by shrapnel.
Trained in hand-to-hand combat. Is she special forces?
Retired. She was in a Bundeswehr unit called "Fernspäher."
Reconnaissance. Trained in stealth, infiltration and extraction.
I think she's harmless.
Delusional perhaps, but harmless.
Still, we can't let a special forces soldier roam free on our premises.
Ms. Consul General, we… we raise an official alarm,
she'll be reported, put in jail, she'll get a criminal record, won't get a job.
It ain't easy to get back on your feet after what she's been through.
She's just a scared mother.
Find her. But keep it quiet.
Yes, ma'am.
-Yes, sir. -Where is she?
I'm sorry. I don't have her on the monitors.
I'm Sara, by the way.
Irina.
Please, don't.
I'm always playing it this loud, no one'll hear.
Can you access the Internet here?
No. They took my SIM card away from me.
There's some ultra-lame intranet,
and the Wi-Fi's triple secured, WPA3, no SSID.
I majored in computer science.
But you're a political refugee?
Of a sort, yeah.
You must be under protection, why do you need my help?
You're not a prisoner.
I am, though. I'm not allowed to leave the consulate.
What prompted you to attack me?
You ask a lot of questions. So…
Have we got a deal?
Yeah, okay. Deal.
No, it's fine. Just get me out of here.
What else is in this building?
Storage rooms, guest apartments. But no one's here, I'd have seen.
And in the other buildings?
I'm at the gym once in a while and the cafeteria.
But only with an escort. You need a key card to go anywhere.
I've also walked by some… offices and training rooms too.
There's a daycare for the kids of the employees.
And there's a tunnel to the warehouse. A massive storage space.
Tons of stuff is sent to other American embassies from there.
Then we'll go to the warehouse.
-What are you looking at? -Nothing.
Let's go.
Why go to the warehouse?
Well, it's the only way to smuggle somebody out of this place.
I hope they didn't already move Josh.
Who's they?
The two I saw who exchanged a bag.
The woman went into this building here.
And I bet my boy's disappearance is connected to her.
Son kidnapped in the consulate. Secret exchanges.
Makes total sense. For real.
-Just show me the way. -I told you we need a key card.
Okay, copy that.
-Fuck. Did you kill him? -Of course not. Just help me.
Hurry. Help me!
He'll wake up soon. His foot.
Okay, okay.
This way.
You're like a badass fighting machine.
Make sure it's clear.
It's too simple.
They should be going wild now. Close the door.
Search parties, exits blocked.
They should've seen us on the monitors
and that the camera's been broken.
There's something wrong.
Are you sure this is the way to the warehouse?
Absolutely.
Someone's coming. Quick!
What is it?
Nothing.
If you've got issues or whatever, just tell me now, okay?
Okay.
You think there's a kid in here?
Sara, seriously, why would anyone kidnap your son?
You're not gonna be able to search the entire consulate.
Do you know how huge it is?
Hello?
Come on, please.
The last truck left shorty after one o'clock.
Josh went missing around 2 p.m.
They can't have moved him out yet.
The next one leaves in an hour.
Okay, I'll post up here.
And what about me?
We'll smuggle you out on the next truck.
What is it?
Wait a minute.
What's the matter with you? You can't just…
Wow.
Oh, yeah.
So this is what it's all about. Drugs.
We've gotta move.
No. No! I'm staying put, man.
-I'm getting out of here. -We're changing course.
-You promised me. We made a deal! -Sh!
Diplomatic luggage doesn't go through customs.
That can't be a coincidence.
The drugs, the exchange.
Josh must have seen something.
-I gotta talk to head of security. -How am I supposed to get out of here?
There's no way anymore.
The fuck?
They need to clear this up, it'll be chaos here if you leave now.
-But… -It's my boy.
-I've gotta find him, I'm sorry! -Come on this story makes no sense!
Maybe he wasn't really here.
This is his Playmobile figurine.
He was here.
And you feel that proves something?
I do.
He was here.
Sorry, Sara.
But right now you seem like a psycho.
Good luck.
-You're getting me out of here! -I have to find my son!
No, this is bullshit! Your son is not…
-Fucking don't touch me. Your son isn't… -I've seen it, and I know it.
Not so fast. Who are you?
A rich girl being persecuted? I don't buy it.
You're being a psycho.
Who is it?
I'm coming.
What are you doing? Stop! Stop!
Sara!
Sara! Help me!
Sara! Sara, help me!
Sara, watch out!
They wanted me dead, man!
If so, they'd've done it.
They were kidnapping you.
Irina, who were those men? What's the thumb drive holding?
I have to get out of here.
There are two injured men in there. They tried to kidnap Iri…
I really am sorry.
Sorry.
I'll clear the apartment.
Ms. Wulf.
I'm General Consul Deborah Allen.
Are you all right?
My son was here today with me, he's missing now.
They're claiming my son was never here.
I found a bag of drugs.
Two men attempted to make off
with the woman in the apartment for guests. Irina.
The thing with Josh must be…
What is it?
Your mother called us this afternoon, Ms. Wulf.
-She's very worried about you. -My mother?
She says that you have post-traumatic stress disorder
with psychotic episodes and even delusions.
You've received inpatient treatment.
The cause was probably your injury in Afghanistan.
Your son's father was killed there too, wasn't he?
What's happening here isn't related to my issues.
Please, time is of the essence.
We've gotta find my son fast. Please let me go.
Ms. Wulf, you were in our custody,
and you managed to break out.
Then you beat up an armed guard in the hallway.
And as for these supposed kidnappers, there's no evidence.
Nobody has seen them.
-Sure, but Irina can prove that she… -I'm sorry, but…
now we only have a single occupied apartment,
and the woman who is living there is not named Irina.
What?
Sergeant Donovan talked to our guest.
This person wasn't aware of an attempted kidnapping, and she doesn't know you.
That isn't right. Donovan is lying.
There are cameras and videos. I wanna see the videos.
We've spoken to a psychologist.
Sometimes our brain plays tricks on us
when it doesn't process traumatic experiences thoroughly.
Your mother said that you had a prior incident where you attacked someone?
A long time ago, yeah.
I received pills. I was given treatment.
I'm doing all right.
I don't wanna discuss whose fault it is, Ms. Wulf,
all I want to do is to get you the help you need.
Try to remember.
Maybe something happened to Josh?
No.
Maybe there was some incident, and you're suppressing it?
-No. -Or did you lose him somewhere earlier?
Josh?
No. No. I came here with him this morning.
I kept him in my sight all day, he was with me.
For real. I'm not imagining this.
You've been given a sedative that may still be in effect.
I'm not imagining this. Please let me go!
Tomorrow morning, German authorities will pick you up
and take you to a hospital, where everything else will be resolved.
Please let me go, let me go! I'm not imagining anything!
I came here today with Josh. I did. Josh! He was here, I didn't just imagine it.
See that a nurse checks on her later on.
Yes, ma'am.
Josh.
It's a cover-up here.
What?
The assistant to the security chief, Donovan, interrogated me.
I didn't tell him we found drugs.
Your kidnappers and all that, he didn't wanna hear it.
He walked back to the apartment with me.
It was all put back.
Everything in place.
They didn't find this though, luckily.
Your mind is fine.
Something's amiss here.
So come on.
-How do I know if you're real? -Come on, of course I'm real.
They said I imagined you. They said they never heard of you.
I wasn't sure if I could trust you.
Irina isn't my real name.
It's Kira Wolkowa.
We were one of the richest families in Belarus.
My father was a criminal.
Just money laundering,
but still, he was a criminal.
Like almost everyone else in the government.
Then my father switched parties, which obviously terrified the authorities.
So they snuffed him out.
And if I hadn't made it to the US embassy in Minsk,
I would've been the next one they killed.
This thumb drive is where the evidence is stored.
And those people want it back.
But why Frankfurt?
The CIA got me out of the embassy.
And I should've gone straight to the US, but…
it didn't happen.
I'm stuck here.
For month after month, it's excuse after excuse.
Two days ago, Donovan came and asked me to hand over my passport,
and that's when I knew something wasn't right.
Someone let these men into the embassy.
I'm who they wanted.
But they showed me the surveillance videos and…
I was by myself, speaking to no one.
You don't believe I'm real? Okay.
-Then this isn't real, right? -What's the matter with you?
It's nothing. It's not real, right?
Come on, stop it.
Welcome back.
Window. There are cameras everywhere in the hallways.
Are you sure that it's safer outside?
No.
-Great. -Come on now.
I don't know what's going on here
or how the drugs and the kidnappers are connected to Josh, but…
I bet Donovan's a part of this.
Yeah, but how do we find that guy?
We've gotta find who owns the bag. The only lead we've got.
Can you…
The Bilateral Economics Conference will resume in five minutes.
Participants, please come to Auditorium 1.
Security.
Great plan, Sara.
Fuck.
The title of this next slide, "Connecting Businesses to Global Markets."
It isn't just a statement.
It's a commitment.
DM.
I posted to the consulate's intranet. Hopefully they'll get back to us soon.
Hey, what's the matter?
What if they're right, and I'm wrong?
Don't be silly.
I thought I had it under control with the pills.
But I've got flashbacks again.
All those images are coming back.
Gaslighting.
My ex did it to me.
He kept me in his grip from day one.
And he… convinced me of things that weren't true.
Till I couldn't be positive what was real… or fake.
I mean, I know it's not the same, but…
Here, just snap this against your wrist.
It helped me to feel it when times got tough.
Come on. Do it right.
Aah!
Thanks.
So, what's your plan?
When this is all over?
Off to Boston. Opposition members have a community there.
Between those folks and the evidence I've got,
we could likely free a few more dissidents.
We got asylum there for my mother.
But it's been over a year since we made contact.
And you?
What brings you to America?
A huge security firm gave me a job over there.
Yeah.
Pay's good. Prospects are better.
They, um… they wanted female ex-soldiers.
It's a… a new beginning.
I just couldn't stand it here anymore.
I barely even… have time for Josh.
And we live with my mother.
Ouch.
Yeah.
Yeah. The woman does her best, but…
I would also like, um…
Josh and his family to know each other.
His father was American.
Was?
Died in battle.
In Afghanistan.
Well, I'm sorry.
In the hospital… I first found out that I was…
I was pregnant.
Josh is my little miracle.
Or big one.
He replied.
No real name. He wants to meet immediately.
Here?
Too dangerous. An open area.
Yeah, but where? The cafeteria or something?
That'll work.
Sara. That was sarcastic, you can't be… Wait!
-Where they'll least expect us. -This is insane.
We'd have to pass through the whole consulate.
We're not going through the consulate.
Over here.
Fuck.
Call Donovan. I have to pick up my daughter.
Yes, sir.
They're looking for you.
Everywhere.
Where's my son?
Brown hair, six-ish?
Name's Josh?
Give me the bag, and I'll tell you where he is.
You don't know shit.
You just want the bag.
What? No.
Yeah. I can see you're lying.
The drugs must be worth, what? A couple of hundred thousand?
So, if the bag doesn't reach its destination,
you're gonna be in trouble.
-What do you want? -Help me find my son.
I just told you everything I know.
To be valuable for the people who pay you,
you must have high security clearance.
What are you? CIA? NSA?
Tech?
Yeah.
I need a floor plan of the compound.
And a key card with all access.
-That's impossible. -Is it?
You want the bag, you'll think of something.
Uh…
Wait here. Twenty minutes, then leave.
Not before.
Meet me at the men's room down the hall.
I need to go wee-wee.
You've got to be kidding me.
Mice crispies. Mice crispies.
Yeah?
Sir, we've got a system failure.
Okay. We gotta go, honey. Let's go.
Sorry, daddy's got to work.
-We have to clear our trays, Daddy. -Not now.
Fuck.
That was close.
-We should've maybe talked to Kynch. -Should've done what?
We don't know what's happening here at all.
Do you have a plan for that?
I'll give it back when this is all over.
I…
I thought it was about the drugs.
The drugs have nothing to do with Josh's kidnapping.
I'm back to square one.
We'll find your boy.
Yeah.
You're fucking late. Come on.
I was able to deploy malware on the server.
Now the IT support team is on it. So you've got one hour max.
Then the cameras are back online.
-Floorplan, keycard. -Key card. Yeah.
Warehouse.
-What is this? -Uh, rec center.
And this?
NSA and CIA facilities. Now, can I have my stuff?
-What are these? -Detention cells.
I've never been there, but supposedly they were decommissioned after the Iraq War.
Could somebody hide a child there?
Do you really think the CIA kidnapped your kid because of some secret conspiracy?
Sh!
-Now, I just want my stuff. -What do you know about Donovan?
-Why? -None of your business. So?
He's just a dumb jock and wannabe influencer.
He crashed the system once because he played an online game.
And he lied about it too.
Where is his office?
On the second floor, in this building here.
Yeah. Yeah.
-You had it with you all along? -"You had it with you…?"
Mean. All right.
I'll have to explain how you got my card.
-Uh, where? -Hold this.
Okay.
It's gonna look like you put up a fierce fight.
What do you…
What do you think Donovan had to do with Josh's disappearance?
Well, I hope that we find some…
Oh, fuck!
Where should I meet you? Office or Post One?
Goddamn!
Okay, what are we looking for?
Anything to do with the kidnappers or with Josh.
How's he have so much money? Have a look at his emails.
I'll look for your name too.
Fuck.
-What are you doing? -Looking through the system files.
Okay. This is…
Frame…
What the fuck?
But that's the firm in the US I'll work for.
-Donovan got you the job. -Looks that way.
MASSIVE FLASHBACKS PSYCHOTIC-LIKE DISSOCIATIVE BEHAVIOR
He knew how you were doing. He wanted you in the embassy.
Okay.
-The files about you were forwarded. -To who?
No idea. That's not a real name.
-Okay. I've gotta google the Consul. -Wait!
He'll see it in his search history.
Use this laptop here.
Yes, Ms. Consul General. It seems to be a software problem.
It's got nothing to do with Sara Wulf. She's still in the infirmary.
Sergeant Donovan checked on her.
The German authorities are picking her up anytime now. All right.
-Any update? -Nothing.
-Did you try to log in? -I left my tablet in the office, sir.
-Well, go get it. -Yes, sir.
-You think the Consul's a part of this? -Yeah, definitely.
It must be a high-up person to manipulate the video and sneak people in.
Look.
Born in Wiesbaden. Harvard.
There's nothing.
-Okay, fine. Eric… -I'm on it.
Eric Kynch.
Consulate Frankfurt.
He was also a soldier in Afghanistan.
Down, down, down. Wait.
"Regional Specialist in Islamabad, Pakistan."
-I'm checking my mail. -What? Why?
Searna Hotel, Islamabad.
That's Kynch.
What is this video?
It's related to our deployment in Afghanistan.
It's where Evan was killed.
0175 165 89. Okay.
-They screen every call here! -It doesn't matter.
-Who are you calling? -The journalist who sent the video.
Clarativ, this is Güney.
-This is Sara Wulf. You sent me the video. -Thank you for…
One of the men is Eric Kynch.
-Uh, that's correct. -What do you know about him?
Okay, so, uh, Eric Kynch had to end his military career because of injury.
His name pops up time and again in connection with corruption,
but he's been exonerated every time.
But now I have a new source in Pakistan
who claims that Kynch was responsible
for the ambush you walked into in Afghanistan.
What?
Shit.
Sara, we've gotta go.
However, I'm still missing one crucial identification.
Who's the man Kynch is talking to in the video?
-I'm not sure. -Sara, come on!
You can see him in the mirror. Do you know him?
Uh, I… I can't make him out. He… he's not really clear.
There's an enhanced screenshot.
-If I… -Send it over. Yeah.
-Ms. Wulf? What is… -Thanks.
-Shit, I can't open it. I can't open it. -What's wrong?
I've got it. I've got it.
Okay, got it.
Fuck.
-Come on! -Come on.
Come on.
Come on, come on. Now!
This way!
Backup! They're heading to the cafeteria!
Move! Move!
Get out of the way!
Door.
-Elevator? -Takes too long. This way.
Shit.
Fuck.
They went through that door.
Clear! Let's go.
What happened in Afghanistan?
There were two teams. Us and the Americans.
And the first night we were attacked.
We neutralized a few. In the end, though, there were just too many.
When the helicopters finally arrived, they were all dead.
Or, well, all except me
I've… I've asked…
I've asked myself why. Why me and no one else?
Not just you.
You and Josh.
Here's the photo.
How do you suppose Kynch is involved?
Sara?
Have you seen that man?
Get out! It's an ambush.
Come on, move it!
-Clear! -Move on there. Survey! Go!
Enemy down.
-We've gotta get to the warehouse. -What? What for?
We have enough evidence now!
Donovan had you come here and covered up my kidnapping.
Kynch is involved in your past, we have no idea how.
But we have to talk to the Consul.
Sara, this makes no sense!
Let's check the building where they keep the detention cells.
And besides, what's in the photo?
Sara!
-And? -We lost them.
And I checked my tablet.
She found the emails.
She knows.
I'm sorry.
Watch out for that mirror.
What are we doing here?
You'll book the train to France.
In Paris, buy a plane ticket to Mexico.
You've got a good chance of crossing the border into the US from there.
They'll be leaving soon. Just hide in the back of the truck.
I'm sorry, you…
-You said we'd… -I know what Kynch did.
I figured out why I'm here. It's too big, you have to go.
What about you?
I, uh, I'll be fine. Okay?
I'll be fine.
Go now.
Find your mother, okay?
-I'll distract them. -Okay.
Okay.
Hey!
Stop! Who are you?
Hey, what's going on?
Hey!
I said, don't move!
Get out of the car! Now!
Stop or I'll shoot!
Stop, or I'll shoot!
Sara, stop! Stop right there!
Hey, stop! Don't move!
Come back here! You can't be here!
You're under arrest.
Wait! Hey, you!
Hey! What's your problem?
Stop right there!
You just won't give up, will you?
Aah!
Fuck!
Where's Josh?
Tell me where he is!
-Tell me now! -He's okay.
I have your son.
He's just fine.
You kidnapped my son, why?
You could've just killed us outside.
Like some freak accident.
How d'you find out?
I saw the video.
In Islamabad,
you met with one of the members of the Taliban who attacked us.
I can identify the man.
I'm the only surviving witness.
I found out that you revealed our position to them.
What for?
I'd have left you alone, Sara.
But this journalist, he put so much pressure on me.
Where's Josh?
Fucking talk!
I'm the only one who knows where Josh is.
If you pull the trigger now, he'll starve to death.
What do you wanna do now? My people'll be here any minute.
I'll find Josh myself.
Josh?
Officer down!
Are you okay, sir?
We lost her. But she's probably still on the compound.
Sir, we have to trigger an alarm.
No, we will follow daily protocol.
But according to regulations…
No, you will report directly to me and no one else.
I repeat. Explosion in building E.
That was her.
-Why isn't she on the cameras? -She must have dodged them, sir.
-Yes, Ms. Consul General? -What's going on, Mr. Kynch?
Well, th… there's been an explosion.
Is that so? What about the attack at the recreational center?
I… I'm sorry. There was a glitch in the chain of command, I…
Stop bullshitting me.
And follow protocol.
Yes, ma'am. Fuck!
Go to code red! Shoot on sight!
Go!
Please follow emergency procedures.
Head to your nearest assembly point and await further instructions.
Attention. This is an emergency.
Clear!
Come! All right, everybody!
-Clear. -To your right.
All right. Everybody, keep it moving.
I want to go home.
Aileen?
-I'm Sara. I'm here to pick… -How do you know my name?
-What happened to your face? -Oh.
I'm a friend of your father's. He asked me to pick you up.
I must not go with strangers.
Yeah, you're right. But I'm not a stranger.
I'm a friend, promise.
See? Your father gave me this.
Mr. Rabbit!
Come on.
Go, go!
This is a safe room. My daddy told me all about it.
You're a very smart girl.
Post One.
Section A is cleared. Team Alpha, move to section C.
You shouldn't be in the safe room. The compound is being evacuated.
Sir, it's for you.
Eric Kynch?
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Sara?
I explained that I was babysitting her.
Can I speak to my girl?
Sweetie? Your dad.
-Daddy? -Hey, little bug, you all right?
Yeah. Are you coming to get me?
No, I'm sorry, little bug. Daddy's gotta work a little longer.
Sara is gonna take care of you. I'll pick you up soon, okay?
Okay. Love you.
I love you too, little bug.
What do you want?
I want my son returned.
-Ms. Wulf… -And I want you to confess.
I'm not having fun anymore.
This door is ten centimeters thick, reinforced steel.
If you wanna blow it up, you're gonna risk killing your daughter.
-You'll be too slow drilling. -For what?
Because we'll run out of oxygen.
If you call this room again, better show me my son's face.
Sara?
Copy.
She's turned off the air supply.
-Can we turn it back on? -No.
These units are completely self-sufficient.
There has to be some other way to get back in!
-Do you wanna play another game? -Yeah.
Okay. I spy with my little eye something that is…
red.
What's going on here, Eric?
-Why is this happening? -Everything is going to be all right.
Don't you worry. It's okay.
I spy with my little eye…
something… that is…
green.
The blanket?
No.
That box?
No.
Are you okay?
I'm… very tired.
Come, lie down.
Sara?
Where's my son?
Sara, please let the girl go free.
Have you got a clue what they're keeping from you here?
Do you know about Eric Kynch's past?
-W… Why did she say your name? -I have no idea.
-He's corrupt. -What's going on?
She's delusional.
Eight deaths the man's responsible for.
And he knows I am the only one who can incriminate him.
That's why he wants me buried.
Sara, please, just come outside for now.
You can't possibly want the girl to die.
I wanna speak to him now.
How?
Are you serious?
What are you saying?
You would watch me kill your daughter before you go to prison?
She's done nothing wrong here. But you wanna kill her?
I know… that you're not capable of that, Sara.
You're not a murderer.
The lantern?
What?
I spy with your little eye… the lantern.
Yeah.
Yeah, that's right.
Are you alright?
I was just thinking about my son.
We love to play that game too.
What's his name?
His name is Josh. He's a little younger than you.
And where is he now?
I don't know.
Come on, sweetie.
-Where are we going? -You're going home.
I'll let Aileen go free.
But I wanna talk to you.
Just the two of us, here.
Okay, Sara.
Clear the area.
All right. Everybody fall back.
Fall back.
More!
Thank you, Ms. Wulf.
Will you now please come out as well?
No.
I want Kynch to come in. That's what we planned.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
You… will never release Josh while I'm still alive.
Regardless of whether I promise to stay quiet.
Just tell them
that I put up too much resistance.
And as soon as you walk through that door, I'll shut off the air supply again.
That… wouldn't surprise anyone given my condition.
Just promise me you'll bring Josh to my mother.
Please promise me that.
No!
Please.
Please, let Josh and me go free.
I'm sure you know I can't do that.
Why take my boy away?
Why go through all the effort?
Please, Kynch, you owe me an answer.
I made a fucking mistake.
A big one too.
I underestimated you. "She's a fighter, she doesn't give up."
Everyone who knew you said that.
I didn't think you'd succeed in getting out of the visitors' building.
It all started to go wrong when you witnessed the bag exchange.
An unfortunate coincidence, but also my mistake.
I should've known about Martello's side business.
That's why you broke into another building,
which was never part of the plan.
Still, I decided not to interfere.
Even after you met Kira Wolkow, we were still in control of the situation.
The abduction was supposed to go down as planned.
But none of us were prepared for you to eliminate two trained assassins
and stop the whole plan.
The whole fucking plan went down the drain.
The kidnappers were let in on your authority.
You made sure I'd be offered the job in America so I'd come.
You stay here. Do not move.
Sergeant, please take your break now.
And you made sure I'd be able to escape.
You wanted me to be on the loose in the consulate.
We can't let a special forces soldier roam free on our premises.
She's just a scared mother.
You knew I'd do anything to find my son.
If someone like Kira were simply to vanish from here,
it'd be too big to get off free.
They would ask too many questions of you.
Yeah, but the loony tunes ex-soldier running around loose?
Perfect scapegoat for everything.
And then you could shoot the only witness left from Afghanistan
while she's on the run.
Icing on the cake.
How much were you paid for it? Huh?
To open the door to kidnappers?
How come you are where you are, Sara?
Hm?
Because the Bundeswehr took good care of you?
No, you ceased to properly function, and they left you hanging.
Isn't that right?
I busted my ass for them!
Military college scholarship, OCS with honors, and then… Bam!
One RCM hits your vehicle.
After six months, they say you're all right again.
You can't even get out of bed in the morning
'cause you are so fucking depressed.
And they say, "Okay, get behind a desk, that's where you belong."
"Career dead end, take it or leave it."
Your family moves every couple of years.
Your daughter's never gonna have a proper home.
And they don't even give you enough money to pay for her to go to college some day.
Fuck 'em!
I owe them nothing.
They owe me.
You know…
we're not so different, Sara.
I'm doing this for my family.
But my family you destroyed.
Josh has no father.
And you've already murdered eight people.
I am sorry, Sara.
I thought I sold them just useless intel.
I can't listen to your whining. Get out.
I said out!
Guess you never do give up the fight, Sara.
And that's why…
Motherfucker! I knew I'd hate that part.
She got my gun!
-Are you hurt? -Secure the door! Medic!
-It's an ambush! -Move it!
-Clear! Get out, get out! -Incoming!
Mommy?
Explosive in place.
Armed.
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One.
I made a fucking mistake.
A big one too.
I underestimated you. "She's a fighter. She doesn't give up."
Everyone who knew you said that.
But I didn't think you'd succeed in getting out of the visitors' building
and stop the whole plan.
The whole fucking plan went down the drain.
The kidnappers were let in on your authority.
And you made sure I'd be able to escape.
You wanted me to be on the loose in the consulate.
Stop! Get on the ground!
Where's the boy?
Please don't give up now.
Mommy?
Her condition is stable now.
We can take her outside right away.
Mommy?
Give 'em a minute.
Hello, my darling.
How are you, Josh?
Fine.
Come here.
Mm.
EIGHT WEEKS LATER
Kynch is detained in the US.
The General Consul let me know.
And they found out that the guy who helped us check in
was involved with the whole thing as well.
And Martello? The tech guy?
Oh, he fled the same day. It would appear he's hiding.
Okay, crazy.
Yeah.
How are you?
Yeah, good.
Doc says I'll be just fine.
Oh, I'm off. That's my ride.
All good. Well, I'll see you in a bit. You have a good flight, yeah?
Thank you. Say hi to your mother.
-I will. See you soon, psycho. -See you.
Bye, Mom.
Take care of yourself, okay? And of Josh.
I will. I promise.
You will.
I'll call you when we've landed.
What is it, Mommy?
Just a helicopter, bud.
Are we leaving soon?
Yeah. So let's go.
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