Episode 2

♪ ♪ EMMA: You haven't seen Richard, by any chance?

Or the boys?

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

I'm Julien Baptiste.

I find people, Mrs.

Chambers.

He had a tattoo.

Four black lines running down his neck.

ANDRAS: Why are you following me?

(straining): I'm trying to help the British ambassador find her children.

The ambassador's husband is dead.

JULIEN: What is this?

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

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (din of the street) (clicks tongue, sighs) CELIA: Make a choice.

But... (sighs) I, I cannot.

(Celia sighs) CELIA (speaking French): It's not just the choice, it's, uh, these thing, they, they matter, you know?

(speaking French): (sighs): No, no, no.

No?

Hey, how about this teddy bear?

It's a cliché, no?

(groaning): Oh, God... Look, you realize your inability to make a choice has made us nearly an hour late?

She's only a baby.

She can live with a cliché-- come on.

Oui.

(doorbell rings) CELIA: Maybe she's gone out.

JULIEN: No, she knew we were coming.

Yeah, but she thought we were coming an hour ago.

(baby crying loudly) The baby's crying.

(crying continues) (knocking) Sara?

(crying continues) Use the key.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Sara?!

Oh, come on!

(crying continues) Okay.

Oh, my God!

No, no, no, no, no, no!

JULIEN: Sara... CELIA: Oh, Sara!

Sara!

(crying continues) CELIA: Here, baby... (dialogue muffling, ringing sound intensifying) (muffled): Call an ambulance.

(Celia whimpers) (speaking French) (ringing continues) (sound fading) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (shuddered breath) ♪ ♪ (rain pelting) How appropriate you should put him in a dog cage.

We had to improvise.

(chuckles humorlessly) JULIEN: A dog like this needs to be put down.

I came a very long way to see you.

I need your help.

♪ ♪ (bottle cap clatters on table) (TV playing in background, Julien clears throat) (door intercom buzzes, Julien sighs) (buzzer continuing incessantly) (pressing buttons, device buzzing softly) (TV continues in background) (Emma grunts) (elevator rumbling softly) (TV continues) Sorry to disturb.

I can see how busy you are.

What do you want?

The same as I asked before, your help.

You have help.

The man with you outside the car.

It's Richard's nephew.

He's a captain in the Army.

He's got family back home.

He's already done too much.

He has too much to lose.

And so here you are.

And so here I am.

(exhales) (TV stops) Last time I saw you, you said... (stammering): Yeah, I know what I said.

But things have changed.

I have a chance to find Will.

(wheelchair moving) (sighs) I know you.

You can't walk away from something like this.

From Andras, after... You don't know me.

But we share the same horror stories, don't we?

(speaking French): (unzips bag) (buttons clicking, Emma sniffles) (sent message sound plays) (sniffles) (exhales) Andras doesn't know where my son is.

But he says that he can try and find him on the condition that I involve you.

Why?

It is as simple as this, Julien.

You owe me.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) ♪ ♪ The last year hasn't been kind to you.

Last 24 hours I've spent curled up, with my hands tied, in a dog cage.

(muted) myself because they wouldn't let me out.

What's your excuse?

Mrs.

Chambers says you can help her find her son, but only if I was involved.

Why?

You were a police officer.

You understand what has to happen.

If I help you, you let me go.

You do not turn me in to the police.

You understand why I cannot trust Mrs.

Chambers here to such a thing.

JULIEN: Uh-huh.

And yet you trust me?

This will be dangerous.

I'll need your protection.

JULIEN: Why am I supposed to trust you?

You're a wanted man.

Because I have changed.

(Julien chuckles) So even terrorists can change these days, it seems.

Do you believe that a man can be forgiven?

You killed my (muted) husband.

It's got nothing to do with forgiveness.

It wasn't me.

I followed people.

(scoffing) I was weak.

(Emma scoffing) I was led by Gomorrah.

(scoffing) Gomorrah is the one to blame for your son's death.

None of this was by my hand.

That's why I put flowers on your son's grave every month.

EMMA: And what happened in the police station, that wasn't your fault, either?

JULIEN: Okay.

Enlighten us, how can you help find Mrs.

Chambers' son?

I cut ties with all of them.

After it happened.

After Jósefváros.

Stayed quiet.

Never staying still for long.

It's been 14 months, since Jósefváros, that I've talked to anyone involved.

Yeah, just answer the question.

But I know where they live.

♪ ♪ I can go back.

Where who lives?

The person who put you in that wheelchair.

♪ ♪ (tires screech) ♪ ♪ (car door closes) (heavy breathing) (announcer speaking on station intercom) ZSOFIA (speaking Hungarian): EMMA: Oh, God, Julien.

Where have you been?

I followed him to the street.

Major!

He warned me to stay away.

Oh, my God.

Julien's seen the man we were looking for.

He knows where he went.

We need a description.

We are too late.

He left in a car.

Did you see the registration?

No.

No.

Except that I... What kind of car was it?

It was purple, but listen to me.

I have a better way.

I took his wallet when he came at me.

♪ ♪ I was trying to tell you.

(groans) "Andras Juszt."

(tires screeching) ♪ ♪ (glass shattering, shouting in Hungarian) (shouting continues) (cries out) ZSOFIA (in Hungarian): (Andras grunting) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter, police radio chatter) I keep looking over at him.

Richard, just thinking he's there.

It's natural.

There's nothing natural about it.

(exhales) Well, no.

How did you find out about your daughter?

We found her, my wife and I.

We were late getting to her apartment.

Perhaps if I had been there earlier... ♪ ♪ That's him?

Where are my boys?!

(Zsofia speaking Hungarian) Mrs.

Chambers, you need to go home.

How am I supposed to go home?

I'll stay.

I'll let you know as soon as we learn anything.

If that's okay.

If it wasn't for me, you would never have found this man.

Fine.

You'll call?

I'll call.

Call as soon as you can.

♪ ♪ (paper rustling) ZSOFIA: Not many people walk around with guns like the one we found on you.

A vintage weapon like that, very distinctive.

It was my grandfather's.

(both chuckle humorlessly) It has sentimental value.

The man you shot, he was filming birds with his camera phone.

He dropped it when he saw you, but it kept recording.

We saw someone walk past holding exactly the same gun.

Well, you should start talking.

It's getting late.

Then go to bed.

I need a story before bed.

A bit old for bedtime stories, aren't you?

Where are Alex and Will?

(exhales) (quietly): All right.

I went into the woods, just... to deliver food for my sickly grandmother.

You're wasting my time.

This wolf came along and he told me I should pick some flowers for her, as well.

(in Hungarian): Do you want to hear my story or not?

♪ ♪ (inhales, exhales) (Chopin's Nocturne in E Flat playing, volume increases) (exhales, music continues in other room) ("Epitaph" by the Lucid Dream playing) (volume increases) (both songs playing loudly in other rooms) (woman speaking Hungarian on TV) ("Nem Számit" by Elefánt playing loudly) (TV volume increases) (music and TV playing loudly and cacophonously) (sounds continue faintly inside) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (nearby train screeching) ♪ ♪ WOMAN (voiceover): I call it the Beast... Like... (chuckles humorlessly) Giving it a name makes it okay, you know?

Makes me unaccountable.

So...

When I fall off the wagon, I tell myself... "It's just the Beast.

He's come out to play."

(chuckles humorlessly) He kept me up all last night.

Tore up my veins like a... six-year-old unwrapping a present.

(chuckles softly) Much as I want to tell myself, um, it just happened to me...

I don't know.

I'm still in the dark.

(indistinct soft chatter) ♪ ♪ Excuse me.

Excuse me!

Excuse me.

I had to ask... Will you be okay?

(chuckles) Uh... why do you care?

She, she looked just like you, my daughter.

You, you have her eyes.

What do you want?

(quietly): I want to know if you think it will work, the group.

That you, you can decide to stay sober.

I'm not her.

♪ ♪ (speaking Turkish): ZSOFIA: ZSOFIA: MEHMET: (Zsofia laughs) ZSOFIA: (Mehmet speaking Turkish) (kisses audibly) (music playing softly) (distant siren blaring) (boy laughing) (music continues) (distant siren blaring) (speaking Hungarian) (speaking Hungarian) ♪ ♪ (young men laughing outside) ♪ ♪ (opens mail flap) ♪ ♪ (grabs hands) MEHMET (in Hungarian): BALAZS (in Hungarian): You deliver (muted), you get (muted)!

(young men laughing) (flap rattling, young men laughing) (laughing, speaking Hungarian) ♪ ♪ VIKTOR: (laughing) (laughing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter, police radio chatter) (nearby telephone ringing) What's happening?

♪ ♪ (doorbell ringing) Are you ready?

I can't find my wallet.

I really don't think you'll need it.

No, I do, I do.

I do.

(TV playing in background) What is it, do you think?

Why do they want to see us at the station?

No idea-- they didn't say.

Well, it's not good, is it?

When the police say, "Get here now."

I mean, they would've said if it was...

I mean, good news doesn't drag its feet, does it?

Good news has fiber-optic (muted) broadband.

(sighing): Just turn that off.

I just can't bear to look at her right now.

(speaking Hungarian) Oh, that (muted) woman.

How can Kamilla Agoston go on about this country drowning in immigrants when she's married to a Brit?

She's the least of your worries right now.

Don't waste time on her.

(groans): It was here, you know, it was just here... NADEEM: You can find it later.

(breathing heavily) Here it is.

(breathing heavily) (sighs) (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ (car doors closing) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ What's happening?

ZSOFIA: Please, we can talk in my office.

EMMA: Where are my boys?

Mrs.

Chambers, Major Arslan is right.

This would be better if, uh... Oh, God!

Mrs.

Chambers, no!

Believe me when I say there are some things a parent shouldn't see.

I am asking you, consider, please.

There is no going back from this.

I'm not a child-- get out of my way.

(exhales) ZSOFIA (in Hungarian): (man speaking Farsi, voice distorted, in video) (exhales) (distorted voice continues) What are they saying?

ZSOFIA: They say they are sending a message signed with blood to the nation of the cross.

They are demanding the release of Andras Juszt.

Or else...?

♪ ♪ Oh, oh, no!

No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no!

No, no!

No!

(gunshot) (screams): No!

(Emma wailing) No!

No!

(car tears past) Where are you going?

I'm just stretching my legs.

(chuckles softly) You're not wearing your ring.

No.

What happened?

A man who won't talk about his feelings.

I didn't take you for a cliché.

(chuckles softly) I can live with a cliché.

Thanks, that's better.

See?

I'm not going anywhere.

You can trust me.

Maybe I can get a seat now.

Get in.

Look...

I am truly sorry.

I know it doesn't mean anything.

No.

It doesn't.

You're a terrorist.

Not anymore.

Oh, sure.

I'm going to prove it to you.

I'm going to help you.

I'm going to help you find your boy.

Just stop looking at me.

Why?

Because I hate you.

(car door opens) A seat, please.

Like a human being.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (din of the street) (distant music playing) (alarm beeping softly in alternating tones) (alarm beeping steadily on one tone) (in Hungarian): MAN (in Hungarian, on speaker): MAN (on speaker): (sighs) (cellphone vibrating) (objects rustling) (vibration stops) Hallo?

(tires screeching nearby) (gasps) Are you okay?

(groaning) God!

(straining): It's just a bloody cruel trick, isn't it?

I can't move them, but I can feel every excruciating thing.

I didn't think I would see you again.

Are you disappointed?

You chose a nice spot.

It seemed appropriate.

ZSOFIA: You would think after Jósefváros, putting up a Gomorrah mask would be in poor taste, no?

ZSOFIA: So, go on, what's this?

Andras Juszt is in that car.

He says he'll help us find Gomorrah.

(chuckling): You're joking.

Do I look like I'm joking?

He's in the back.

Inside, in the back.

♪ ♪ (closes car door) ZSOFIA: In case you forgot, I'm just a security guard.

I'm no longer a police officer.

That's why we need your help.

The man is a murderer.

He's also connected to one of the worst atrocities on Hungarian soil.

Call the police!

Goodbye!

He can help me find my son.

And why would he do that?

He has no choice.

He helps us find Will or we turn him in.

Andras Juszt is not stupid.

Andras is not stupid, no.

Nor am I. I realize he most probably believes he can bide his time with us.

And then, when he sees an open window, he will make his escape.

That's why we called you.

Do you want me to babysit?

Look, Andras must meet his old associate alone.

We'll have to ensure he doesn't take the opportunity to slip away.

You must know some ex-officers or even those on the force in need of money.

Mrs.

Chambers can pay.

Zsofia, please.

He says that he can find Gomorrah.

And if he can, then maybe he can find my boy.

What else is there?

♪ ♪ (cellphone ringing) Oh, God.

(ringing continues) ZSOFIA (on phone): Mrs.

Chambers?

It's Major Arslan.

I'm sorry to disturb, I just had to remind you, what you saw, it's not public information-- if you could please...

So what are you going to do to get my son back?

ZSOFIA: Every forensic officer we have is examining the recording.

Interpol, it's been sent to M.I.6.

EMMA: Or you could just do what they asked and let Andras Juszt walk.

ZSOFIA: Mrs.

Chambers, I cannot imagine how you must feel right now... (scoffs) Major, I, I do not require your sympathy.

What I want is my son, the only one I have left.

ZSOFIA: I can't do that.

Of course you can.

Of course you (muted) can, you just don't want to.

We have every resources devoted to this case.

You don't have children, do you?

ZSOFIA: I don't see how...

But you don't.

You said you can't imagine what I feel like.

You're so damn right-- you have no idea.

ZSOFIA: Are you near the building?

Come to my office, we can talk.

Mrs.

Chambers, please.

If we release that man, then they will let my son go.

That's what they said.

ZSOFIA: These people are terrorists.

You don't negotiate with someone holding a gun to your head.

No, you do what they bloody ask!

ZSOFIA: It's a matter of policy.

"Policy"?

My husband is dead.

My elder son is dead.

My daughter is dead.

Will is the only thing I have left in this world.

The man we have in custody killed your husband.

And I would let him walk free for the rest of his days if I thought I could see my son again.

ZSOFIA: I'm sorry, I can't.

Then I will talk to someone who's a higher pay grade who can.

I will talk to the (muted) organ grinder!

♪ ♪ (slams door, Emma grunts) (panting) ♪ ♪ (closes door) (door closes, footsteps approach softly) ♪ ♪ What do you know so far?

There is not a lot to tell right now.

The recording was corrupted when it got sent over, so it's hard to analyze.

The language on the recording is Farsi.

"A message signed with blood to the nation of the cross."

Right.

And, uh, then the caption.

Yes.

The Interpol team say there is a new organization, the Fire Of Islam, based out of Ukraine.

But until someone claims responsibility...

The real question is why a white Hungarian national would be so important to them.

Yes, we wondered the same.

Andras grew up in Jósefváros.

The Romany and immigrant district.

Dad killed Mum when he was eight.

He ended up getting taken in by an elderly Muslim couple from the area.

The couple he lived with weren't extremists, not by a long way, but they died when he was 15.

His life ever since has been a string of robberies and assaults and time in and out of prison.

Could be he was radicalized then.

(Zsofia sighs) JULIEN: Why would terrorists want to set him free?

You did your part, Baptiste.

Let us do ours.

Okay.

Thank you.

What?

What is it you want to say?

You do not need the half-formed suspicions of an old man who's a policeman to no country.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) (cellphone buzzing) You go in.

Um, I need to get this.

(phone button chirps) Hey.

Okay.

Now's good, but be quick.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

(detector beeps) It's all right, it's me, I'm just here every day.

I'm sorry, it's procedure.

I'm the (muted) ambassador.

If I am bringing knives in, we're all screwed, aren't we?

Please, just raise your arms.

(scoffs) I mean, this is just theater.

I hope you realize that.

We've all got our machines, and our procedures, and our red lines, we all tell ourselves we're safe.

But we're not.

We're never safe.

(grabs cellphone) Mrs.

Chambers, please... Just piss off.

(exhales) (elevator bell dings) (indistinct chatter) Grace, I want to talk to the PM.

GRACE: He's in Parliament today.

(sighs): So call Laszlo and tell him to call me when he has a break from being important.

I don't think that's something I can... Get someone!

Get me the chief of police!

Get me anyone who could help me!

Or get your CV because you'll need it!

(panting) (Grace and Nadeem talking softly) You told that girl not to make that call, didn't you?

You said you were just coming to get a few things.

Where am I meant to be, at home, surrounded by some photographs?

Or sitting in the police station bawling and just waiting and waiting for some sort of miracle to occur or...

I'm just saying work isn't what you need right now.

This is what you did after Laura...

The police have got to release Andras Juszt, and they've got to do it now or else he'll die, just like Alex did.

(heavy breathing) How is this happening?

Because sometimes bad, horrible (muted) just happens.

And there isn't a reason.

Happens to people all the time, and then one day... One day, it's your turn.

Are you trying to cheer me up?

(chuckles softly) No.

Are you okay?

You look terrible.

(chuckles) I'm fine.

You-- go home.

There isn't anyone there.

I mean, it isn't a home, it's a museum.

(man speaking Farsi in distorted voice on computer) (recording continues) (mousepad clicks) (second man speaking Farsi in distorted voice) (mousepad clicks) FELIX (on computer): My name is Felix Myer.

It is too late to save my life, but if you do not stop killing, the blood of other Westerners will be on your hands like the blood spilled here in the country where I am held.

(gunshot) ♪ ♪ (speaking Hungarian): ♪ ♪ (flicks lighter, sniffles) ♪ ♪ You know how to light that thing?

Can I ask why?

Why do you think?

I know.

I should "go back home," right?

I have lived here longer than you have.

You talk too much.

(flicking lighter) Move!

I am not going anywhere.

Go on.

(cries out, glass smashes) (groaning loudly) You need to run that under cold water.

(whimpers) Are you coming or not?

(panting) (clicking lock) MEHMET: You have father, mother at home?

Father.

Sometimes.

Longer.

You need to keep it there until it hurts again.

(water continues running) (object clattering) (packaging opens) I have a daughter.

Older than you.

She's a police major.

(water stops) Very high up.

(inhales sharply, gasps) You trying to scare me?

No.

She's calm.

She's patient.

But when things go wrong for her, her first thought is, "Whose fault is this?"

But that doesn't make the problem go away.

It fixes nothing.

Why are you helping me?

Because I can.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (distant car horns honking) ♪ ♪ (telephone ringing) (speaking Hungarian): I'm sorry-- no one but his lawyer is to talk with him.

Ah, you must be new on shift.

You cannot go back there!

Stop!

Well, if you want to arrest the British ambassador and start an international incident, be my guest.

(gate closes) (indistinct chatter) (pressing buttons on phone) ♪ ♪ (speaking Hungarian): ♪ ♪ Your accent is for (muted).

I asked you a question.

Of course I know who you are.

♪ ♪ This must be hard for you.

What kind of a person takes pleasure in someone else's pain?

Is that what you came here to ask?

No.

(tapping) (speaking Hungarian): OFFICER: (Emma screaming in distance) ♪ ♪ (screaming gets louder) ANDRAS: ZSOFIA: ANDRAS: ANDRAS: ZSOFIA: (Emma screaming) EMMA (crying): Oh, God!

Oh, God!

♪ ♪ (car door slams, tires squeal) (shouting in Hungarian) ZSOFIA: (shouting in Hungarian) (siren blaring) He had a knife, and he just made the guard open the gate.

I just stood too bloody close.

I'm so stupid.

You didn't do this, okay?

Breathe.

Whoever missed that knife on the search has a lot to answer for.

(groaning, panting) (speaking indistinctly) Ms. Arslan's friends will be watching you.

I already told you I will help you.

There is no need for any of this.

Well, forgive us if we don't bloody trust you.

I'm more worried about walking back in that place after all this time and then walking out with my head on my shoulders.

(exhales) EMMA: You really think she's going to lead you to Gomorrah?

ANDRAS: I hope so.

What are you waiting for?

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (radio static) (beeping) Can you hear me?

Not so loud unless you want me killed.

EMMA (on radio): If she knows where Gomorrah is keeping my son, I need you to find out.

♪ ♪ (radio static) ♪ ♪ (radio static) (radio pops softly, static lowers in tone) (speaking Hungarian): LAZLO (on radio): (radio static cutting in and out) JULIEN (on phone): What's happening?

We are losing signal.

Shall we move closer?

♪ ♪ ZSOFIA (on radio): LAJOS (softly, on radio): Lajos can see him.

He's not going anywhere.

We have every exit covered.

JULIEN (on phone): Okay, we can hear him again now.

(sighing): Yeah.

♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) (doorbell rings on radio) (door opens, Andras speaking Hungarian on radio) He's in.

♪ ♪ (radio static) (radio cutting in and out) (groans): Not again.

(muted) Hm... (radio static) Why, what's he doing?

(calling out) (device beeps softly) Hello?

ZSOFIA (on speakerphone): My signal cut out again.

Ours, too.

Does anyone have it?

ZSOFIA: No.

We need to go in.

JULIEN: But you have the exits covered, right?

Please, two minutes!

ZSOFIA: Two minutes.

♪ ♪ You think this is a mistake.

No.

You do.

You think I'm a madwoman.

Alex is dead because of me.

Finding your younger son cannot bring him back.

But it's the only thing that's in my power to do, so, with respect, Mrs.

Chambers... (whispering): Do not tell me what I think.

Just sometimes, I have no idea what I'm doing.

Nobody does.

But here we are, for better or worse.

Somewhere in the eye of the storm.

(breathes deeply) You are an odd fellow.

(Julien chuckles, cellphone vibrating) Hello?

ZSOFIA (on speakerphone): Long enough.

We are going in.

Not yet, please!

♪ ♪ What's going on?

♪ ♪ (door slams) (chuckling softly) Your earpiece failed.

You shouldn't have got it on sale, then.

(chuckling) (van door closes) ♪ ♪ So?!

(zip tie tightening) So I made contact.

And I was allowed to walk out alive.

What about Will?

I don't just turn up out of the blue after 14 months and start asking questions, you understand?

Gomorrah will know where to find Will, but this is going to take time.

We have made our first step.

You better not be messing us about.

♪ ♪ (door opens) Mrs.

Chambers, thank you for coming.

What is it?

You sounded bloody mysterious on the phone and I am in no mood for mysterious.

What do you want?

There is an investigation underway at the police department.

How a suspect like that was, uh, was able to bring a knife in past the police search.

So they think that somebody must've helped him?

They do.

Someone will lose their job.

But it wasn't someone in the department.

It was you, was it not?

You brought Andras the knife.

You probably do not believe they will really release your son any more than I do.

But, uh, a parent does, uh, whatever they can, even if they know their efforts are futile.

(sighs) Look, I worked a case.

The Brigada Serbilu, a Romanian gang, came to hurt my family.

I had to put them in a safe house.

The stress on my daughter... All this because of, uh, of my job, my... My choices.

This is why she turned back to drugs.

We are cursed to carry the burdens for the choices we cannot control.

Therefore, uh... (exhales) There will be no judgment from me.

I was sent an invitation to download that app that my boys use.

Used.

And then I received a message from an anonymous number just... telling me what to do.

So I, I, uh, did think about taking it to Zsofia, and then...

If someone else bears the consequences for your actions, that's your own business.

I mention it because, uh... (breathes deeply) It will help you to understand what I'm about to say.

(takes out laptop) Nothing is as it seems.

(opening laptop) (Emma exhales) (key taps) I am sorry to make you look at this again.

No, it's all I see.

(audio playing faintly) (taps mousepad) I have now watched far too many of these.

In most, the fanatic makes the hostage do the talking.

They can speak in a language more easily understood in the West, and the chances for the terrorist being identified are reduced.

Where are you going with this?

This statement he makes is, uh, very, uh, general, no?

I mean, generic, you would say.

And then, after the shooting... (taps mousepad) Then the medium changes.

Now we must read, not listen.

A peculiar change, is it not?

When it would have been easier simply to speak the demand.

(tapping mousepad): Now, now listen.

(mousepad taps, man speaking Farsi in distorted voice) (taps, recording stops) (taps, identical voice speaking in other recording) What?

(taps) Listen.

(mousepad taps, distorted voice recording plays) (tapping) (identical voice plays in other recording) It's the same.

Not just the words.

(taps, recording stops) (taps, identical voice playing in both recordings) It's the, it's the same voice.

(tapping, identical voice playing in both recordings) I don't understand.

This recording is nothing but distraction.

It's a fake.

A fake?

My son, they killed my son-- you call that a fake?

♪ ♪ (distorted voice recording playing on laptop) MAN (distorted voice, speaking Hungarian): ♪ ♪ (banging loudly) MAN (speaking Hungarian): MAN (in distorted voice on laptop, growing louder): (banging continues) (panting) (click) ♪ ♪ CELIA: This woman, the ambassador, you're going to find her kids?

I'm going to try.

We've got to find the people who are holding Will.

JULIEN: Every bone in my body tells me something is going to happen.

I have one son left.

Find him!

(gunfire, bullets whizzing, people screaming) JULIEN: Get down!

Stay down!

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