Episode 1

♪ ♪ (on TV): Please, help me find my family.

Your name?

Julien Baptiste.

Why would you want to help me?

Because I can.

ZSOFIA: You have no place here.

(quietly): You don't like it?

Arrest me.

You just don't know when it's time to stop.

JULIEN: There is no going back.

Get me the chief of police!

Get me anyone who could help me!

Get someone!

(rapid gunfire, screaming, shouting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (clock ticking) (siren blaring outside) (siren fades, ticking continues) (exhales) ♪ ♪ (grunting) (sighing) (lock snaps) (sighing) ♪ ♪ Ah.

Good morning.

TOBY: Morning.

Did you sleep all right?

You ever try sleeping in a car seat?

(chuckles) (chuckling) Well, if I fall asleep... (straining): And we get pulled over... We're left with a lot of explaining to do, aren't we?

(groaning) I've got no regrets.

I'm not sure the police would look at it like that.

♪ ♪ (buckles seatbelt, groans) Do you think that I've lost my mind?

No.

If I was you, I'd do a lot worse.

(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (wind blowing) ♪ ♪ (bird squawking) (whispering): What's that one?

Shh!

(whispering): A Saker falcon.

♪ ♪ EMMA (whispering): Be still, my... beating heart.

♪ ♪ (chuckling) (sighs) The most irritating bird of all.

Thank you.

EMMA (speaking Hungarian): I hate it when you do that.

(exhales) Whoa!

Hurry up, boys, it's beautiful!

Can I have some of your water, love?

Yeah, sure.

(softly): Come on, then, let's catch up.

You've got loads in yours!

Yeah, I know, but every time I take this bastard thing off, I feel like I'm going to have a hernia.

(heavy breathing, laughing): You cheeky bugger.

(clicking with mouth) (clicking) See?

I told you, Alex, it'd be fun.

Yeah, it's beautiful, Mum.

ALEX: Mate, what are you looking at?

RICHARD: Why's the world only look this beautiful when you're looking down on it?

EMMA: I don't know.

Maybe because suddenly it doesn't look so scary.

(exhales) You should look up, Will.

(clicks) It's really something.

♪ ♪ She would have loved this.

Come on, then, let's go.

♪ ♪ EMMA: How come it's only on holidays that I realize how much I love holidays?

(women and girls laughing) Oh, hi!

BENJAMIN: Hi.

Hi.

BENJAMIN: See you tomorrow.

Be good.

Night-night.

Where's my hug?

Come on.

(kissing sounds) All right, off you go.

Love you.

Night-night.

Thanks, Julia.

BENJAMIN: See you, darlings.

Oh, I never wanted to be the guy that took the nanny on holiday.

But then I took the nanny on holiday.

(Richard chuckling) SALLY: It's a total game-changer.

Let's get bollocksed.

Night-night!

Yeah, come on, good night.

ALEX: Night.

Have you eaten?

SALLY (voiceover): I've never actually met an ambassador.

It sounds so glamorous.

(chuckles) EMMA: Some days.

And then there are days... Well, there are other days.

There are other days that are just other days.

Well, good on you.

(clink) I couldn't do your job.

Mm... SALLY: It's too much responsibility.

I... (clicking) You can ask about him, you know.

What?

About Will.

(clicking continues) SALLY: Sorry, I'm sorry.

EMMA: No, it's okay.

I mean, people see a 16-year-old boy always on the phone, ignoring other people, making that sound, I mean, I know what they think.

It's just... not like that all.

He doesn't speak.

And he hasn't for two years.

I am so sorry.

We have tried therapy, we've tried absolutely everything.

But he doesn't say a word.

His entire life is that phone.

That and his brother.

Um, love.

I think we've gate-crashed long enough, hm?

Come on.

(chair scraping) (clears throat) EMMA: Well, good night.

I put this on my room, by the way.

No, no, no... No... BENJAMIN: We'll see you tomorrow.

EMMA: Oh, thank you so much.

(indistinct restaurant chatter) Yeah, I think we're gonna head, too.

No, no, no, don't you want to have a little dessert, or pud, or something?

Nah, come on.

No?

RICHARD: Night, lads.

ALEX: Night, Mum.

Night, Dad.

Oh... See you in the morning.

Night, love.

(indistinct chatter, dishware clattering) (Emma exhales) Go on, then.

What?

You know.

We haven't been on holiday for three years.

And you know full well why not.

And now we finally go somewhere a whole bloody hour from where you work and you invite the holiday friends we'll inevitably never see again to bloody dinner.

It's rude!

(glass falls) (whispering): Please don't make a scene.

Oh, we wouldn't want that, would we?

Any more than we'd wanna talk about Laura.

(slams hand down) Patagonia.

♪ ♪ (chair scrapes, falls to floor) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) (whispering): Boys.

Boys.

(turns handle) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (train squealing on rails) ♪ ♪ (wings flapping loudly) (train moving outside) (gasps) (exhales) (breathlessly, in French): (in French): (both breathing heavily) (more forcefully): Okay-- okay.

Okay.

JULIEN: (camera clicks) JULIEN: BOY: JULIEN: BOY: JULIEN: ♪ ♪ (sighs) (cellphone vibrating) (stops vibrating) CELIA (on voicemail): Julien, it's me again.

Your wife.

(humorless chuckle) I don't even know where you are.

When you're coming home.

When I'm going to talk to you.

You can't just hide from what happened and hope that it's all going to get better.

Just call me, please.

(voicemail ends) ♪ ♪ (places cellphone down) ♪ ♪ (bird twittering) (indistinct chatter) BENJAMIN: Morning.

Hello.

SALLY: Hello.

Hello.

You haven't seen Richard, by any chance?

(stammering): Or the boys?

We literally just got up.

No, sorry.

EMMA: Oh, well, it's just a bit weird.

I normally can't get my boys out of bed before midday without the threat of extreme violence.

And this morning, I get up, and all three are gone.

SALLY: I'm jealous!

We've got Julia-- things aren't so bad!

I've still got you nipping at my heels, though!

SALLY: Enjoy it.

I will.

(indistinct chatter, footsteps retreating) (picks up phone, buttons chirping) (phone calling out) RICHARD (on voicemail): Hello, this is Richard, please leave a message.

Thank you.

(buttons chirping) (phone calling out) (places glasses down) (phone calling out) (button chirps) ♪ ♪ (phone calling out) RECEPTIONIST (on phone): Maxwell & Carter Group.

EMMA (voiceover): Hello, it's Emma.

Richard's wife.

I just wondered whether he decided to come in today.

RECEPTIONIST: He's out of the office this week.

No, no, I know that, I just wondered whether he'd called in or... RECEPTIONIST: Not that I know of.

No.

Okay.

Um, well, no worries.

Thank you.

Bye.

RECEPTIONIST: Bye.

(button chirps) (bird squawking) ♪ ♪ (humming) (buttons chirping) (phone calling out) AUTOMATED GREETING: Please leave a message after the tone.

(beep) Hello, Will, love.

It's me.

Where are you?

(exhales) Where did you all go to?

I woke up and you were just...

I've already left messages for Alex and your dad.

So, uh, just text me when you get this.

(stammering): Or, or just get Dad to call.

(exhaling): Okay.

(exhales) (cellphone vibrating) (vibrating stops) ♪ ♪ (softly): Oh, no, no.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

(yelling): No, no, no, no, no, no, no!

(objects clattering) REPORTER (on TV): Police in Hungary are searching for the family of British Ambassador Emma Chambers after she reported her husband and two teenage sons missing.

The family were holidaying in the Hungarian mountains northeast of Budapest and the search is focused on their hotel and the surrounding woods.

Earlier this evening, Mrs.

Chambers gave a press conference to appeal for information and has urged any witnesses to come forward.

We now bring you that appeal.

EMMA (on TV): I don't know where they are.

I mean, I just hope that they're safe.

(stammering): If anyone knows anything, please, help us.

(voice breaking): Help me find my family.

♪ ♪ REPORTER (on TV): Authorities have said that at this time, they do not believe this to be terror-related, but rule nothing out.

We'll bring you more on that story as it develops.

In other news... (plane passing overhead) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) ♪ ♪ (helicopter flying) (distant shouting) (helicopter hovering) Over there!

(panting) ♪ ♪ (panting) (distant shouting) (echoing): Hello?

(calling): Hello!

(speaking Hungarian): (panting) (mutters) (heavy breathing) OFFICER: Mrs.

Chambers.

It's time to go back.

No, I don't think you understand.

You see, Will came without his phone.

(stammering): He, he doesn't...

He doesn't do that.

He does not, I mean, not ever!

(panting) It's time to go.

(panting) (indistinct chatter, helicopter whirring) Hello.

May I speak with whoever is in charge?

Why?

Because I can help.

Just call Interpol Officer Genevieve Taylor.

We worked together on a case several months ago.

Your name?

Baptiste.

Julien Baptiste.

Okay, follow me.

(distant siren blaring, helicopter continues) ♪ ♪ (distant phone ringing) OFFICER: Wait here.

(phone continues, indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ BENJAMIN: We saw Emma at breakfast.

She mentioned that she hadn't seen them.

Honestly, we didn't think anything of it.

I am sorry.

I'm so sorry, um... Christopher won't stop crying.

SALLY: It's okay, I'll come up.

Yes.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) Emma...

Anything?

Nothing at the moment.

Nothing at the moment, I'm sorry.

Mr. Baptiste?

Hello, I'm Major Zsofia Arslan, head of Special Affairs.

I'm afraid you've wasted your time.

Did you speak with Interpol?

With Officer Genevieve Taylor?

I know who you are.

I have nothing but respect for what you have done, but, uh...

I'm sorry, excuse me.

(speaking Hungarian) (police radio chatter) NADEEM: She's holding up.

Everything okay?

Fine.

Work is the one thing you don't have to worry about right now.

Is there anyone back home you want me to call?

Well, there's nothing to say right now.

I mean, it'll be fine, I'm sure they're just lost.

Excuse me.

No, sorry, I'm, I'm not doing any interviews just now.

No, I'm, I'm Julien Baptiste.

I'm here to help you find your family.

I find people, Mrs.

Chambers.

I have done this all my life.

I do not require payment.

Just a moment of your time.

Why?

I mean, why would you want to help me?

Because I can.

NADEEM: Um, I'm Nadeem Chadhuri.

I work with Emma at the embassy.

It's late, she's had a long day.

I can arrange a meeting tomorrow... No, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

NADEEM: Hey.

I've always thought that people who do their job for free, they're either delusional or they're not very good at it.

May I?

Please.

Thank you.

It seems the police have been searching the woods to the west.

Why?

Because a member of staff seems to have seen Richard going in that direction at 5:00 in the morning.

Any reason he would be walking so early?

Maybe birdwatching.

He loves birds.

Maybe he dragged the kids with him.

I mean, I just don't know, I just don't know!

(sniffles, sighs) I see no CCTV in the hotel.

There's just some crappy webcam that, you know, just shows everything 24/7.

It's meant to show off the grounds.

This one?

Yeah.

What do you think might have happened to them, Mrs.

Chambers?

(footsteps approaching) NADEEM: Mr. Baptiste, Emma's been answering these same questions for hours.

I'm fine.

Tomorrow-- you need to look after yourself.

Of course.

Tomorrow.

Um, Mrs.

Chambers, I, I cannot make you any promises, but I can assure you, I will do everything in my power to help you.

(indistinct chatter) Good evening.

Good evening, sir.

I'm working with Mrs.

Chambers to help find her husband.

I gather one of your staff saw him go into the woods this morning?

Yes, Anna Olasz.

She's gone home.

Do you have her number?

She'll be asleep.

But she's back on her shift tomorrow morning, 5:00 a.m.

Okay.

I'll wait, then.

5:00 a.m.

Tomorrow.

She won't be back until tomorrow.

I heard you.

(paper rustling) ♪ ♪ (siren blaring) (officer speaking French) (siren continues) (siren stops, man pounding on door) MAN (in French): OFFICER 1: Monsieur!

Police!

MAN: OFFICER 1: Monsieur!

MAN: OFFICER 1: (man kicking, panting) ♪ ♪ JULIEN (pounding): OFFICER 2: (officer groaning) (grunting) (Julien cries out, gasping) (groaning) (officers speaking French) (officers straining, nearby shouting) JULIEN: ♪ ♪ (exhales, chuckling) (police radio chatter, distant dog barking) JULIEN: (engine starts) ♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ Shall we, um, go somewhere?

(indistinct chatter) You look terrible.

Still silently torturing yourself, aren't you?

Spending a night in the cells for being drunk and disorderly-- I...

I can't, I can't do this anymore, Julien.

You know, come peel you up off the floor.

(in French): (papers rustling) You need to sign these.

You should never have done that case.

What do you mean?

What do I mean?

Emma Chambers.

But...

I had to work.

(sighing): No, you didn't.

But what else did I have?

Me.

You had me.

(exhales) You think that I didn't need you?

(voice breaking): You think that I, I wasn't feeling it then?

CELIA (in French): (speaking French) I don't know why I bother.

You see, this is, this is what's killed us.

This stubborn, Gallic bull(muted).

(exhales) It's great when you want to find somebody that nobody else can find.

But when you want to talk, when you need to communicate on any level (voice breaking): about what happened to our daughter... ♪ ♪ (papers rustling) (papers rustling) (slides papers) There.

You have your divorce.

(exhales) (chair scrapes) ♪ ♪ (shuddered breathing) (sobbing) (woman speaking French on TV) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (weeping) ♪ ♪ (front door intercom buzzing) (intercom buzzing) (exhales) (woman continues on TV) (front door intercom buzzing) (grunting, sniffles) (sniffles) ♪ ♪ (intercom buzzing) (in French): (rain falling) ♪ ♪ I must've have left you 50 messages.

You weren't in the least bit curious?

I thought we'd said everything there was to say last time we saw one another.

Believe me.

I wouldn't be here unless I had to be.

♪ ♪ How have you been?

I get up every morning.

There are days that I don't.

But eventually, I do.

Somehow I do.

People say there's a sort of... ...small victory in that, don't they?

Well, I understand.

Once upon a time, you promised you'd help me.

That was before the blood.

The blood of all those people, like... Like it was rainwater, flooding the drains in the streets.

But listen.

There's something I, I want to show you.

(water running) (exhales, water stops) ♪ ♪ (sniffs) (breathes heavily) Oh!

Excuse me.

Do you know Mrs.

Chambers and her family?

Uh, well, not really.

Mm.

We just met here.

Hotel friends, you know.

No, not really.

Okay, well, I've just done a 5K run and I really need a shower.

(distant chatter) (arguing over each other in Hungarian) (arguing continues) Anna Olasz?

Anna...

I need to ask you some questions.

(speaking Hungarian) It's about the man who went missing.

And I heard that... (in French): Silence!

She doesn't want to talk to you.

(muttering) Who are you?

Police?

I heard that you were delivering towels when you saw Richard Chambers walk into the woods.

I tell the police this, three times.

I am not asking you to tell me.

I want you to show me.

ANNA: I walk past here, I take the towels then to the other wing, this way.

This way?

You're sure?

Every morning the same.

Then I come back down here.

And, uh, where did you see Mr.

Chambers?

I cross here and I see him.

He walks that way, into the woods.

You told the police this was at 5:30 a.m. that you saw him.

How can you be sure?

As I come out, I, I see the clock.

Mm.

I see the time, so I know.

Now excuse me, I have to work.

You walk that way to, to the other wing, and then...

Through here when you come back.

Yes, as I said.

It is so complicated?

Well, if you saw him on your way to the other wing, to see the clock, Miss Olasz, you must turn your neck this way.

You must turn nearly all the way around to see it.

Like an owl, you know?

Why would you turn like this?

I...

Does it matter?

You have a watch.

It's working?

Yes, but...

So why turn?

Why look at that clock, when the logical thing would be simply to look at your watch on your way to the other wing?

Is it possible you saw Mr.

Chambers coming this way across the property, and that you watched him walk that way, and saw the clock after, on your way back?

Is it possible he walked not into the woods in that direction, to the west, but over here, to the east?

It would be an understandable mistake.

I'm not sure.

♪ ♪ (wildlife chittering) Where are you going?

The police were looking one way when perhaps they should have been looking another.

(birds cawing) Wait!

♪ ♪ EMMA: They didn't want to come here, you know.

JULIEN: Your family?

EMMA: My last posting was Thailand.

It was beautiful.

Everywhere you look, there's just life.

Barely controlled chaos.

Of course, the kids just loved it.

Do you have children?

Yes.

I had to almost rip their arms out of their sockets to make them come here.

When I showed them where Hungary was on the map, Laura just said, "Where's the beach?"

(soft chuckle) "Sorry, love, no beach-- Mum's got a new job."

(sighing): I think it was about a year before they actually forgave me packing us off here.

But at that age, they, they do at least forgive, then.

Mm.

We get old and our opinions harden like our joints.

EMMA: There's a guilt mounts up.

It's the job, about having the children so damn late.

Here, you... You, it follows you, you can feel its breath on you.

Look.

♪ ♪ Oh, my God.

Stay back.

I will call the police.

You should return to the hotel.

Hello, my name is Julien Baptiste.

We just found a corpse near the Grand Hotel Mátra.

Yes, I am sure he's dead.

We, we walked a half an hour, maybe more?

(scoffs): You must know there is an extensive search taking place here at the moment.

It's, it's his phone.

Do not touch anything!

This is a crime scene.

Look, if you can find the officer in charge, I can speak with them.

But this is... (grunts): Please.

Forget it.

Just send the cars to the hotel.

I will take them myself to the body, yes.

Send them now.

(phone beeps softly) Wait, please.

We, we must retrace our, our steps.

Why was his phone out?

Maybe somebody was trying to call him.

Mrs.

Chambers, this is a murder scene now.

He had his camera on.

Oh, God.

What?

ALEX (on video): Please, no, don't, don't, please, I can explain, I promise.

EMMA: This is from yesterday.

RICHARD: (muted) is going on?

ALEX: Dad, get back!

RICHARD: Alex, put the gun down!

ALEX: Listen to me.

RICHARD: Will, get back, get back!

ALEX: Please listen to me!

(struggling) Dad, no!

RICHARD: Please put the gun down!

Put the gun down!

(gunshot on video) ALEX (shrieks): Dad!

Dad, no!

(panting, running on video) (exclaiming) MAN: Move it, now!

ALEX (voice trembling): Please just leave him alone.

Move!

MAN (in video): Come on.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ZSOFIA: And you touched nothing else?

Just the phone?

Mrs.

Chambers picked it up against my instructions.

You shouldn't even have been in the woods at all.

You have questions for me, ask them.

Otherwise, it seems we have no further business.

The ambassador's husband is dead.

The children, who knows where?

You have no place here.

You know, I promised I would help Mrs.

Chambers, so I will.

You don't like it, arrest me.

(cellphone ringing) It's fine.

You, you don't have to.

I mean, there's nothing to do here anyway.

I can be there, and... EMMA: No, no, no, no.

You've got your work, and you've got your father to look after.

(knock at door) Come in.

(door opens) Sorry, I have to go, because...

They want me to go back home to be ready for a phone call about a ransom or whatever it is.

Yeah, call me if you need anything.

EMMA: I will.

Give my love to your dad.

Are you ready, Em?

Yeah.

Grace is downstairs.

Yeah, I just...

I just need to find Richard's telephone charger.

I keep telling him to put it by the side of the bed... (sniffles) I don't even know why I'm packing his things.

It's not as if...

I just don't understand.

I'm no one.

That's not true.

I make speeches in half-empty rooms.

I talk for days about trade and how bloody good we are at it.

And there's all this... fuss about it.

But I'm not important.

Not really.

So why me?

(whispers): Why my family?

(smoothing bedclothes) Shall I, um... (sighing): Yeah, thank you.

♪ ♪ (exhales) (inhaling deeply) (exhales) (kisses) (breathing deeply) ♪ ♪ GRACE: The bags are in the car, Mrs.

Chambers.

Good.

Are you ready?

They'll come back.

My boys, they'll be coming home.

And I'll be waiting for them.

♪ ♪ REPORTER: Mrs.

Chambers!

Mrs.

Chambers.

REPORTER 2: Ambassador.

(press clamoring) (cameras clicking) REPORTER 3: Mrs.

Chambers, just a quick comment.

Thank you.

REPORTER 3: Madam Ambassador!

(reporters clamoring, engine starts) (cameras clicking) ♪ ♪ Mr. Baptiste.

Emma asked me to help you.

Any way I can.

Let's start with the hotel webcam.

♪ ♪ He has no authority here.

The police say I should not talk with him.

Maybe, but you also know who I work with, and she'd like this man to see the footage.

I can call your boss if you want.

(electronic device chirping) Blood pressure monitor.

It's supposed to be discreet-- it isn't.

JULIEN: Oh, this is from the morning of the disappearance?

Yes.

Richard Chambers' video was recorded at 5:44 a.m. Let us look from there.

(Nadeem exhales) JULIEN: There is a service road that runs from behind the woods past the hotel.

♪ ♪ There.

At 5:52, there is a car.

NADEEM: The police noticed that, too, but you can't make out a license plate.

It's useless.

Hmm.

But I'm not looking at the car.

I'm looking at that: a person walking through the hotel.

Whoever it is, they might have seen who was in that car.

Same problem-- the camera's too low-res.

You can't even see a face.

I don't need it.

I believe I know who it is.

(knock on door) Hi.

Sorry to disturb.

I, I need to talk with your husband.

(children playing in background) (sighs) (Julia and children playing) I imagine you know by now we found Mr.

Chambers' body.

Yes, of course.

The body was found here, these woods.

Mm-hmm.

Whoever killed Mr.

Chambers, he took those two young men with him.

And it seems likely to me he had a car and that he took Alex and Will Chambers in that car at gunpoint, and drove away down this road, close to the hotel.

Yeah, sorry, can you get to the point?

Perhaps you can tell me what you saw.

Nothing.

I was asleep.

I already told the police.

I, I saw you before, walking into the hotel in the early hours.

You said you'd been on a run.

Well, on a wet day, somehow your shoes were completely clean.

(inhales) Okay, we're done here.

How long have you been sleeping with your nanny?

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) It was evident to me the second I saw you both.

Just get lost, okay?

Well, you can destroy your family, that's your business.

I just wish to know what you saw.

(inhales) So...

Your nanny is staying in this hotel block here.

You meet here in the early morning while your wife sleeps.

(inhales) To walk from there back to the hotel would take you on this path.

I saw on the hotel webcam a figure walking along that exact path at 5:52.

Just as that car passed.

(folding map) So... What did you see?

Yes, I saw the car when I was coming back from Julia's room.

You saw the license plate?

No.

The driver?

Yeah.

Describe him.

He had short hair.

He had a tattoo-- four black lines running down his neck.

You saw the two young men in the back?

No-- no, I just saw the driver.

And if I'd thought anything, I would have said.

I just didn't think... No.

You did not think.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people clamoring in distance) (cameras clicking) (clamoring continues) REPORTER: Mrs.

Chambers!

(clamoring fades, car moving) (exhaling) (birds chirping) (sighs) ♪ ♪ (grunts) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (electronic beeping, indistinct chatter) (speaking Hungarian) ZSOFIA: Uh-huh.

(mouse clicks) (exhales) (taps mouse) TAMAS: ♪ ♪ ZSOFIA: TAMAS: (tapping mouse) (muted) TAMAS: ZSOFIA: Ambassador, this man says he knows you.

Uh, yes, he does.

Yeah.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Uh, have you found something?

Perhaps.

Do you know a man with a tattoo-- four stripes running down his neck?

No.

I believe this might be the man who killed your husband and took your children.

Oh, God.

I only have a description.

No name.

Have you received any calls?

A ransom of some kind?

No.

Okay.

I will pass on what I learned to the police, and I'm sorry to have disturbed.

We argued.

Um... Me and Richard, the night before.

Patagonia-- that was the, the last thing I said to him.

See, we had a deal, after a monumental drunken row in Patagonia, that if just one of us just ever said that word, then we promised each other that, you know, we'd just let it go, we'd let it all go.

(sighs) Never worked.

And we would, you know, get over it, but in the moment, we could never really let it go.

You asked in the forest if, if I had children.

I have a son.

He's in prison.

I never even knew of him until last year.

And Sara.

My daughter Sara, she died.

Four months ago.

I am so sorry.

No, I do not want your sympathy, or deserve it.

I, I carry her death.

My daughter Laura died two years ago.

Sometimes I wake up and it's as if it's just happened.

You may not want my sympathy, Mr. Baptiste, but you have it.

I want you to know that, to me, this is not some kind of sport.

The work I do, it means something.

It means everything.

Without it, I... We will find out what has happened to your children.

I promise.

Don't make promises.

Patagonia taught me that.

(cellphone vibrating) (train station announcer speaking, Will clicking) Will?

Will!

Jesus, Will, where are you?

Will... EMMA: Where are you?

(Will clicks) (grunts) (Will clicks on speaker) Will, is that you?

Just answer me.

(announcement in background, Will clicks) EMMA (voiceover): We've got to call the police because they can track the call, can't they?

JULIEN: He, he was in a train station.

Did you hear the announcement?

EMMA (voiceover): No, but they can, they can track the call.

JULIEN: Your son is at a train station right now.

That announcement-- what was it saying?

Think!

EMMA: Berlin... Hamburg.

Well, that's the Hungaria line.

That goes from Nyugati.

Perhaps somebody saw him.

Try there.

♪ ♪ EMMA (speaking Hungarian): (indistinct announcement over loudspeaker) EMMA (speaking Hungarian): (loudly): ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people yell) (Julien panting) ♪ ♪ (breathing heavily) (blade sings softly) (speaking Hungarian) (speaking French) I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Why are you following me?

I am trying to help the British ambassador find her children, Alex and Will Chambers.

You were there when they went missing.

You don't understand.

You don't have any idea.

(yelps softly) Stay away, old man.

(gasps) (rain pelting) You know better than anyone that I no longer work.

I no longer do much of anything.

I'm sorry to say, but you've wasted your journey.

A lot has changed since I last saw you, but I haven't.

I feel as if I've never left the moment that Alex died.

That I watched my son...

I feel frozen in that moment in time.

I've allowed it to define me.

I suppose I've become a fossil.

Because they tell us who we are, don't they?

Fossils.

I relive it every day.

You, me, and those demons in the daylight.

After I, uh, I got used to this thing, I didn't really have anything, not really.

I had no job.

No point.

So every week, I went to visit Alex's grave, every Monday morning.

Thinking about where his brother might be.

So one morning, I went there, and there were fresh flowers left there.

Not flowers that I'd left.

So I went back every day, day after day, until f... finally...

I discovered who left the flowers.

It's him.

Andras Juszt.

♪ ♪ No good can come of this.

14 months we couldn't find this bastard.

And finally he (muted) up.

Let me show you why I came so far.

(groaning) Toby, open it.

♪ ♪ JULIEN: What is this?

It's how you're going to help me find my son.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ EMMA: I know you-- you can't walk away from something like this.

Nothing is as it seems.

ZSOFIA: The man is a murderer.

JULIEN: He helps us or we turn him in.

ZSOFIA (on phone): You don't negotiate with someone holding a gun to your head.

JULIEN: There is no going back from this.

ZSOFIA: You did your part-- let us do ours.

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