Episode 3

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

♪ ♪ MEHMET: I should go back home, right?

BALAZS: Why are you helping me?

Because I can.

EMMA: Andras says that he can try and find him on the condition that I involve you.

So even terrorists can change these days, it seems.

You owe me.

ANDRAS: Gomorrah will know where to find Will.

If I help you, you let me go.

This recording is a fake.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (machine beeping) (in Hungarian): (machine beeps) (Kamilla's breath trembling) (cries softly) (Kamilla sobbing) MICHAEL (quietly): I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry, my love.

(sobbing) I'm so sorry.

(sobbing) (baby cooing) She shouldn't be doing that in this place.

How can she be so careless?

(exhales) (in Hungarian): (inhales deeply) Yeah, well, we both did.

It's natural.

Is it?

To keep doing the same thing and expecting different results?

So we go again.

It's a lot of money.

Yeah, well... Maybe for nothing.

That's not one thing we need to worry about, is it?

If you can bear it, we can do it.

(breathes softly) And then who knows?

Maybe one day, we'll be the couple walking through here with a buggy.

(chuckles softly) And there's going to be somebody else sat there saying, "Look at them."

(chuckles softly) (quietly): "They are the careless ones."

(chuckles softly) (shaky breath) ♪ ♪ ZSOFIA: So, what have you called us all here for?

I need to be focusing on the search for Andras Juszt.

I believe the recording is a fake.

(shaky breath) JULIEN: I found a recording from a hostage video made in 2007, an ISIS recording of the capture of Jean-François Lenard, a journalist.

The audio matches the one used in the recording we were sent.

None of this is any proof.

I saw Alex die.

Unofficially.

We reached the same conclusion yesterday.

The sound's been replaced.

Whoever killed your son wanted us to believe it was the work of Islamic extremists.

You knew this yesterday?

Suspected.

So they reused some audio.

They had no time, so bloody what?

I don't understand what difference this makes.

JULIEN: Why?

Why choose a fundamentalist Muslim group as the face of this act?

Bertolt Brecht said, "You name yourself, you name someone else."

That is, I believe, what we are seeing here.

Major, this is just a waste of time.

We have got to find the body of my son and we've got to find the people who are holding Will.

Mrs.

Chambers, if we find the people who made that recording, we'll find your son.

But consider the politics in this country.

The far right have gained much ground in recent years.

Then consider the, the weapon that we know was used in your husband's murder-- a weapon most associated with Nazi Germany.

This kind of hate is normalized now.

They are not Nazis, they are our neighbors, our friends.

My son is dead.

And you want to sit around here telling me that it's some grand far right conspiracy?

I'm done-- I have one son left.

Find him.

♪ ♪ (Emma exhales) Sorry, could I...?

(groans) Thanks.

Oh.

(lighter flicks) (speaking Hungarian) Emma?

You don't smoke.

No, I don't.

I'm about to, though.

(sighing) The last time I smoked a cigarette... (chuckling): I'd just been dumped.

Alan Crawley.

Christ.

I remember thinking, looking at the cigarette, "Alan Crawley isn't worth this.

My lungs deserve better."

And I put it out immediately.

A week later, I met Richard.

That was 30 years ago.

Can't quite find a reason to put it out, though, this time.

♪ ♪ Look.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ Watch this.

What is this?

Just something you Googled completely on your own because, uh, you're a brilliant Frenchman, okay?

Okay.

I'll be at the bar on the corner in half an hour.

(footsteps retreating) (in Hungarian, distorted): ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (trolley bell clanging) (people speaking Hungarian indistinctly) (indistinct chatter continues) You're not having a drink?

No, I...

I, I don't drink anymore.

(trolley passing) You saw the recording.

If I'm right-- if these supposed jihadists are just a cover for a far right group-- do you, do you believe this figure online, this Gomorrah, is behind it?

I do.

I take it there is a story behind the mask.

We have a folk festival here, Busójárás.

They wear traditional masks like this.

Designed to frighten.

I've watched several of these recordings, all the same.

Blaming all your country's ills on those least able to defend themselves.

Oh, it's nothing new.

My dad moved here from Turkey, long time ago.

He was dealing with this crap all his life.

(softly): Yeah.

But it's getting worse.

(sighs) God forbid you should be gay, foreign, different...

The world has long been full of keyboard warriors lurking in the shadows, but, uh, to step out of the darkness, to become some kind of an organized terrorist group?

Well, this, this would be something new.

There was a case a few months ago.

Romany settlements all attacked at the same time.

The three men who were arrested had never met each other.

Gomorrah coordinated the assault?

All sent through anonymous group chats on the phone.

And they also arranged the, the fake hostage video to get Andras released?

The resources Gomorrah has, the reach-- it's possible.

This isn't some lunatic in the basement making videos.

They have money and influence.

And they will only grow more dangerous.

No one has any sense of who this Gomorrah figure could be?

There is a local politician, Kamilla Agoston.

She fronts the Hungary First party.

It's widely believed she knows the person behind the mask.

That she is in contact with them.

(chuckling): Although she denies this, of course.

Hm... (exhales) Why do you keep looking at them?

(trolley passing, bell clanging) Because she is about to break up with him.

To end their marriage.

(indistinct chatter) How do you know?

There is more you wish to tell me.

Whatever it is, I take it this is the part that I'm never to repeat-- the reason you are meeting me here?

Kamilla Agoston is giving a speech tomorrow.

Intelligence suggests there is violence planned.

I'm a policeman to no country.

Yeah?

Did you tell me all this simply because I asked?

I want to bring you in, a consultant.

Like you were in Amsterdam.

♪ ♪ (sighs) No.

No?

Just like that?

All I want is to find what's left of Emma Chambers' family.

(man arguing loudly) (ring clattering, man speaking angrily) ♪ ♪ (door clatters) How did you know?

You don't speak Hungarian.

I speak people.

(trolley passing) ♪ ♪ KATALIN (speaking Hungarian): ZSOFIA: KATALIN: ZSOFIA: KATALIN: KATALIN: (exhales) KATALIN: EMMA: What was that about?

What do you think?

(exhales) Andras Juszt walked out of this police station.

"Heads will roll" is the saying, isn't it?

I'm sorry.

You've been through enough.

Here.

Alex's laptop.

Password's been cracked.

Forensics have done all they can, but there is nothing there.

I know, I, I just wanted to have a look anyway.

What do you hope to find?

I don't know.

This is all I've got left of him.

I can't speak to him, can't be with him.

This is all I have.

(officer speaking Hungarian) Excuse me.

(Zsofia speaking Hungarian) ♪ ♪ (din of the street) (blowing) ♪ ♪ For you.

Are you going to throw it at me or, uh, come in?

Thank you.

Those guys I was with, they're idiots sometimes.

I have met many idiots before.

I understand.

I'll try and keep them away from here.

I'll be fine.

It's you that should be careful.

Those people only believe in hate.

It is better, I think, for people to help each other than hurt each other.

Stay.

I will make some Turkish coffee for us.

Unless, of course, you have elsewhere to be.

Good.

Nice Turkish coffee, this.

PÉTER (in Hungarian): ZSOFIA: PÉTER: PÉTER: ZSOFIA: PÉTER: ZSOFIA: PÉTER: (breathes deeply) (papers rustling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ZSOFIA (voiceover): HANNA: ZSOFIA: HANNA: ZSOFIA: (music playing faintly) (knocks) (rap music playing loudly) (door opens) (music continues) ZSOFIA: (song continues) (song stops) (clears throat softly) How long can this go on for?

Until we find Will Chambers.

And then?

Then what?

Then you let me walk away?

That's, uh... That's our arrangement.

You expect me to believe this?

(opens refrigerator) ♪ ♪ (closes refrigerator) (replaces bottle cap) (places bottle down) What's that?

I drew you.

(chuckling): Like one of my French girls.

Are we going soon?

My wrists are killing me.

My heart is bleeding.

You say you've changed.

How did you change?

Somebody cut the thread I held on to.

The day of Kamilla Agoston's speech, right?

They called you the Hero of Józsefváros.

You feel like a hero, Mr. Baptiste?

The blood from Józsefváros is on your hands, not mine.

Yeah.

And what of you?

You claim you, too, are different.

Enlighten me.

What kind of epiphany does a terrorist have?

I'm not a terrorist.

No, of course.

(humorless chuckle) I'm sure Gomorrah faked a recording demanding your release just for fun.

Do you think Gomorrah even knows who I am?

I was a mailman.

Just letters and parcels going from one place to another all the time.

The Andras Express.

Then why go to the trouble of that recording?

I knew things.

Yeah.

Names.

Other people who I could point my finger at if I chose to.

They didn't give a (muted) about me, not really.

Only themselves.

(knock at door) (chuckles) (sniffs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door closes) ZSOFIA: (exhales) You didn't skimp on the tech this time, I hope.

You don't need to keep bringing these people.

I've shown you I'm prepared to do what's needed.

I have shame for my past.

But your shame won't bring them back, will it?

Seems we are ready.

Be a good dog, then.

♪ ♪ (van door closes) ♪ ♪ (van door opens) (van door closes) (switch flicks, radio static hissing) ♪ ♪ ANDRAS: KAMILLA: (chuckles softly) (exhales) (bottle shatters) (radio hissing) ANDRAS (on radio): He's a liability.

He's going to blow it.

KAMILLA (on radio): ANDRAS (on radio): KAMILLA: ANDRAS: ZSOFIA: We should be getting him to make a deal with the police and turn in some evidence.

You think the police will listen after the way they treated you?

♪ ♪ EMMA (quietly, on radio): Ask about Will.

(quietly): Ask about him, now.

♪ ♪ Hm.

(places mic down) EMMA: She knows where Will is.

That's not what she said.

(Julien stammers) We're going to find my son.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (chuckles softly) (chuckles softly) (exhales) Honesty?

Always honesty.

It's your speech.

Your moment.

Why are you telling a kids' story?

(chuckles softly) My grandma told it to me.

Oh, you're a politician, not a babysitter.

People are more likely to change their minds and open themselves to other ideas when they are in a story-absorbing mode, rather than a hyper-analytical one.

It was good enough for Jesus, wasn't it?

(clicks tongue) Well, at least they got your good side.

(chuckles softly) Do I look okay?

Beautiful.

(chuckles softly) So, come on, then.

Hm.

Which are we?

The sparrows or crows?

We're skylarks.

We were living in a tree before anyone else showed up.

(knocking) Hi.

What are you doing here?

(sighs) I, I didn't know what else to do.

♪ ♪ So this, um, this woman, the, the ambassador... Are you gonna find her kids?

I'm going to try.

It won't bring her back.

Do you think I'm not aware of that?

Well, I don't know anymore.

I don't know what the hell's going on inside your head because you don't tell me.

And all you want to do is talk-- talk!

(shouting in French) (continues shouting) As if that will change anything!

It's not your fault.

We both know that's not true.

No, no, Sara... Sara was an addict.

She had an overdose.

God knows she tried her hardest, she tried... She had the baby!

She had a husband!

And I put her life in danger, me.

I moved you all into a house in the middle of nowhere.

Me.

She had a life in Amsterdam, she could finally breathe, and then... She lost it all!

All right-- all right, then.

Blame yourself.

Go on, wallow away in your own self-made misery all you want, but it won't change anything.

(murmurs) (voice breaking): You, you still have your granddaughter.

You still have me.

(sighing): Oh, God... (humorless chuckle) You're out here trying to bring back a stranger's family together.

And I, I've lost my family, too.

Just... (sighing) Come back home.

♪ ♪ I have work still to do.

All right.

Course.

(sighs) You know she gets it from you?

Both addicts.

You've just got to scratch that itch, haven't you?

Just don't know when it's time to stop.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (paper rustling) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (tapping mouse) (tapping mouse) (clears throat) (tapping mouse) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (shouting) ♪ ♪ (shouting continues) ZSOFIA: KAMILLA: The last time I checked, Major, this is still a free country.

So unless you're trying to shut us down... MICHAEL: Why don't you do your job, Major, and let my wife do hers?

(shouting continues) (distant bell tolling, cellphone ringing) Hello?

BALAZS (on phone): ZSOFIA: BALAZS: ZSOFIA: (stammering): ZSOFIA: ZSOFIA: BALAZS: ZSOFIA: (cellphone beeps) (exhales deeply) ♪ ♪ (engine idling, stops) Sorry I'm late.

No, it's fine, your colleagues are here.

Can you hear this?

EMMA: Loud and clear.

They're in position in the front of the house.

As soon as Gomorrah shows up, you give us the signal.

They will be watching you.

Yeah, I know.

I run, you find me.

I'm risking my life just walking in there, so, understand this: you are the least of my problems.

Are you coming?

(whispering): What?

That window.

(whispering): What about it?

I won't be long.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) (window opens) Where's Julien?

He wandered off, muttering about a window.

How can you work together after what he did?

I don't really have a choice, do I?

(quiet chatter on radio in Hungarian) What are they saying?

Kamilla's just saying how sorry she is for him being on the run all this time.

(shaky breath) KAMILLA (on radio): (tires screech) (van doors closing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ KAMILLA (on radio): (Andras shouting on radio) ♪ ♪ (mutters) (distant van door closes) Just go!

Go!

Go!

Go!

ZSOFIA: (exhales) My friends are following.

(groaning) (panting) (punches seat) Where is Julien?

(opening container) ZSOFIA (voiceover): The window in Kamilla's house.

He said it looked familiar.

Oh, God.

(video playing on phone) See that?

Hold on... ♪ ♪ (rifling through container) ♪ ♪ (phone camera shutter beeps, clicks) (birds twittering, squawking) You have to see this.

EMMA (voiceover): So I have been looking at... Um, at Alex's emails.

Anything recent?

No, no, he hasn't used it since he disappeared.

However, it, it...

It seems that he does have a girlfriend.

Amy.

He never mentioned her and, um... (taps mouse): (muted) Take your time.

So I Googled her.

Couldn't find her.

So I thought I'd try something else.

Her avatar, her photograph which is in the emails, and I did an image search.

And here she is.

She is a graduate student who lives in Melbourne, Australia.

And while her blog describes every excruciating mundane detail about her life-- including what sanitary towels she uses-- she nowhere mentions her secret boyfriend in Budapest.

Eight messages in all, just these.

That's all I could find.

And all so short?

Yeah.

Each one no more than a sentence, a place to meet and a, a time.

Even this one, the first message.

No introduction, no greeting, just a place and time and...

So if they met online, it must be on another platform.

Social media?

I looked, but I can't see any evidence on the laptop.

Well, so they get talking, Alex and, uh, this girl Amy.

Well, even if it is a girl.

Well, then the conversation moves to email, so arrangements can be made to meet in person.

(inhales) The syntax.

The way it's written sounds strange.

Well, Alex was running, you know, auto-translate on his emails.

So the original messages would have been in Hungarian.

I see.

♪ ♪ So what do you think this is about?

What matters is that we follow this and see where it leads.

(taps mouse) Here is the latest message sent the day before he went missing.

They talk about meeting to see a film on the 22nd, and, uh, it's today.

EMMA: Yeah, 4:00 p.m., Baross Street, Józsefváros.

4:00?

What?

Kamilla Agoston is giving a speech today in the center of Budapest at 4:00.

Some coincidence, is it not?

Okay.

And, uh, there is your son's response.

"I can't wait.

It's time."

And underneath... (speaking German) Yes, it's Nietzsche.

"You must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame.

How can you rise anew if you haven't first become ash?"

(cellphone calling out) Oh, God, what?

What?

Hello?

ZSOFIA (on phone): Baptiste?

Yes.

ZSOFIA: Make this quick.

This violence you have intelligence of, what evidence is there that it will happen at Kamilla Agoston's speech?

ZSOFIA: The timing.

JULIEN: What else?

ZSOFIA: She's the face of the far right.

JULIEN: I believe the timing is deliberate.

I believe she is a distraction.

There are messages between Alex Chambers and someone concealing their identity.

The last communication mentions a location, and the time, 4:00 in Jósefváros.

That's in 20 minutes!

And what do you want me to do?

JULIEN: I, I need resources.

Squad cars.

If I'm right, if Kamilla Agoston is nothing but distraction... ZSOFIA: We've been preparing for this day for weeks!

JULIEN: Zsofia, I know I have no power here.

But every bone in my body tells me something is going to happen.

Okay, I'll send a squad car.

JULIEN: One car?!

Major, you don't understand!

One squad car.

Tell me where, now, or this offer expires.

♪ ♪ (exhales, clicks tongue) ♪ ♪ OFFICER 1 (on radio, in Hungarian): (tires squealing) ♪ ♪ EMMA: Nadeem, it's me.

If you get this, just please call me-- just call me.

(children playing) (din of the street) (distant laughter) ♪ ♪ (din of the street) Oh, hi.

Hello.

Hello, are you Mr. Baptiste?

Yes.

OFFICER 1: Major Arslan said you need help?

Uh, well, yes, I, uh... (clears throat) OFFICER 1: What's the problem?

(crowd cheering on radio) KAMILLA: (crowd shouts in unison) (crowd shouts in unison) (speech crowd cheering, applauding) (children playing nearby) Mr. Baptiste, Major Arslan said you needed help, but there's nothing here.

And we have another call.

Well, five more minutes we wait.

If nothing happens, then you go.

We have waited long enough.

(din of the street) (gun fires) (gunshots, screaming) (shouting, gunshots continue, car alarm blaring) (screaming) JULIEN: Get down!

Down!

Stay down!

(gunshots, screaming continue) (shouting in Hungarian) (rapid gunshots continue) (screaming continues) Look out!

(rapid gunshots, screaming continue) (groaning) (rapid gunshots, screaming continue) (trigger clicks) ♪ ♪ (screaming and crying, Julien speaking French) We move!

(people shouting, screaming) (gunshot) (cries out) Emma!

(Emma screaming, gunshots resume) Emma!

Emma!

(screaming continues, shouting) Go!

(rapid gunfire, shouting continue) ♪ ♪ (screaming, gunshot) (panting) You left her!

How could you leave her?

We have to go back!

We have to go back!

(shouting, screaming continue) (Julien panting, rapid gunfire) (exhales) (moans softly) (rapid gunfire continues) ♪ ♪ (shouting and screaming continue) (panting) (distant shouting continues) ♪ ♪ (panting) (panting) ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (gunshots) ♪ ♪ KAMILLA (voiceover): (speech crowd cheering, applauding) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (quietly): Emma.

(gun cocking) Julien!

♪ ♪ (car alarm blaring) Emma!

Where are you hurt?

No.

It will be okay, we'll find you help.

No, no, no, no... (screaming): No!

(screaming): No!

(sobbing) ♪ ♪ My boy... My boy... My boy... (sobbing) ♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ I'm not who you think I am.

MICHAEL: You break in, you bring these ridiculous accusations!

Where is the boy?

Where is Will Chambers?

Why are you doing this?!

Do you think if you could find him, it'll bring back your daughter?

MICHAEL: I don't know where she goes and I don't want to know.

Follow her.

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