Episode 5

♪ ♪ JULIEN: Whoever killed Mr.

Chambers, he took those two young men with him.

♪ ♪ Perhaps you can tell me what you saw.

ZSOFIA: In case you forgot, I'm no longer a police officer.

That's why we need your help.

EMMA: I'm no threat to you.

Just look at me.

But perhaps I am to you, if you really believe me to be Gomorrah.

JULIEN: She knows where Emma's son is.

JULIEN: Who are you?

Stop!

♪ ♪ EMMA: Will!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (performing compressions) (speaking): Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, You're stayin' alive, Stayin' alive, feel the city breakin', And everybody shakin', and he's stayin' alive, Stayin' alive, ha, ha, ha, ha, Stayin' alive, stayin' alive, ha, ha, ha, ha... (Emma laughing) Staying alive!

(laughs) So, did he make it?

LAURA: Yeah.

I don't even wanna ask what's going on here.

EMMA: Apparently, giving CPR to the sound of "Stayin' Alive" is the only way to prevent certain death.

LAURA: That's how they teach you to get the rhythm right.

Ah.

There are other ones.

"Macarena."

ALEX: Yeah, but you see, I would rather die than listen to you sing that.

(gasps) RICHARD: Do you get a certificate or something, then?

Not till I finish personal survival, that's next week.

I have to swim 20 lengths in my pajamas.

WILL: What if you sleep naked?

LAURA: Then you buy pajamas.

WILL (scoffs): For all those times that you're getting shipwrecked in your pajamas?

LAURA: Better be nice to me, or I'll leave you to drown.

EMMA: Conquering the world with knowledge of the Bee Gees, aren't you, love?

Yeah, just like her mother.

But without the Bee Gees.

I thought someone was going to fix that tap.

ALEX: Please don't look at me.

EMMA: It is driving me bananas, love, so why don't we just get a new one?

No, no, no, nothing's ever really broken.

I can fix it.

Oh, God help us all, Mr. Nothing-really-ever-broken is back in town.

EMMA: Well, at least could somebody help me lay the table?

(drips thudding) I'll do it.

EMMA: Thanks, Laura.

I'll help.

EMMA: Thanks, son.

(bird calling distantly) (door opens) (switch flicks) (pouring) (object thuds softly) ♪ ♪ (breath trembles) (gasps) Please don't scream.

Please don't scream.

Don't scream.

No, no!

(screams, yelps) (whimpering) (Laura crying) Get back!

Laura... (gasping): Laura.

(yells): Mum, Dad!

(whimpering) Will, Will, Will, Will, get back, get back.

Oh, my God.

RICHARD: Laura!

Laura, God... Laura, look at me.

Laura, look at me... EMMA: Jesus, Laura, love, what's happened?

Look at me!

Call an ambulance, call an ambulance!

(murmuring) RICHARD: Keep her conscious!

EMMA: Stay awake.

Stay awake, don't go to sleep, love.

Don't go to sleep, please, stay, stay with us.

Stay with us.

Love, Mum's here, Mum's here, stay awake, stay awake!

(yelling): What the hell happened here?

(softly): Stay awake, stay with me, sweetheart.

Darling, darling, stay with me.

Stay with me, don't go to sleep, no, Laura... (yells): Where's the ambulance?!

RICHARD: Hurry, please!

EMMA: Please stay, please stay!

(drip thudding) (Emma murmuring) Stay awake, love!

Darling, please, please!

(clicking tongue) Laura, please, love, please.

Mum's here.

Stay awake, please, please, stay awake, love!

(clicking tongue) Please, stay awake!

(clicks tongue) (clicks tongue) (clicking tongue) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (knocks) ZSOFIA: It's my day off.

I'm sorry.

He should be in a police station.

And what would the police do with him?

This is our best hope of finding the person behind that mask.

Basement will be clear until 4:00.

That's when the maintenance team come on.

You need to be gone by then.

Thank you.

You found the boy, you did your job.

Why can you not stop?

We'll be out by 4:00.

♪ ♪ (card reader beeps) ♪ ♪ (card reader chirps) (clicks tongue) (clicking tongue) (continues) (elevator chimes) (kicks open door) ♪ ♪ (unlocking) Tell us, tell us about Gomorrah.

Kamilla Agoston, she's Gomorrah, yes?

Julien, I wonder, could we have a minute?

Please.

Your phone.

(phone chirps) Down, down, down!

EMMA: I, I think we could cut the cable ties, couldn't...

I have enough regrets.

Excuse me.

(lock turns) ♪ ♪ You probably think I'm angry with you.

I am.

Furious.

Furious with you, and your brother.

For the way you left.

For your father, for all those people.

(clicks tongue softly) But it doesn't change the fact that I missed you.

And I still love you.

That's how it is with your kids.

I learnt that the hard way.

You can't turn that off.

Doesn't matter what's happened.

(grunts) I know you.

(sniffs) And I know that there is an explanation for all this, isn't there?

(stammering): Everything that's happened, we can fix it.

Nothing's ever really broken, is it?

Were you scared, is that why you didn't come back?

(footsteps approaching) (gate unlocks) JULIEN (yells): Stand up!

(Will groans) JULIEN: When?

When will it happen?!

Tell me!

Julien, what the hell do you think you're doing?

What will you do?

When will it happen?

He doesn't (muted) talk!

(yelling) You know that he doesn't speak!

Yes, yes, he does.

WILL (on phone speaker): If you're watching this, then you'll be wondering what today was about.

Why all that blood was shed, why all those people had to die.

We've taken it upon ourselves, because we've come to the conclusion that we are the only ones capable.

The only ones willing.

(gasps) If you wanna be heard in these times, then this is what has to be done.

And if you're watching this, then we have been heard.

They think they can scare us on our own streets with bombs and machetes, then we can scare them, too.

(screams) (screams) (panting) (elevator doors open) (panting) That's not my son.

It's his voice, but it's not his words.

He's been with them too long.

(stammering): Someone, someone's made him do it.

It doesn't matter now.

Why are you saying that?

Because more people will die!

Only your son knows how and where.

Oh, my God.

We need him to tell us what he knows.

We survived Józsefváros.

When I close my eyes at night, I see those who did not.

The thought of something like this happening again is...

It should be me.

I should be the one to do it.

(keys jangling) I'll be there in a moment.

(phone calling out) ZSOFIA (on phone): Baptiste?

Will Chambers recorded a video on his phone.

He planned to be a martyr after another attack.

(muted) Where?

He didn't say.

ZSOFIA: You have to bring him in.

Because of an attack that hasn't happened yet?

It's too soon.

ZSOFIA: Perhaps I can call the department, let them know to be on alert.

JULIEN: We found him at an abandoned farmhouse.

I need to know why there and where did he come from.

I need more!

Why do I ever pick up the phone to you?

JULIEN: Because we are more alike than you care to admit.

Text me the address.

(disconnects) (keys jangling) (gate unlocks) So you can speak.

(metal clatters) You know, after losing your father, and losing Alex, all I had was the thought of you.

God-knows-where, doing God-knows-what.

Trapped, without a voice.

And now here you are.

And you can speak.

Words.

Out loud.

So why don't you?

(firmly): Why don't you start by telling me about that recording?

What were you going to do?!

(footsteps approaching) (footsteps stop) I, I, I just...

I don't understand.

(gate rattles) Gomorrah planned this attack.

Yes?

Kamilla Agoston.

Just like she organized the shootings in Józsefváros.

She pours poison in your ear, fills you with rage, and what do you have to show?

Your brother is dead-- your father, he had no part to play in this.

His only care was your safety.

And yet he lies dead in the woods.

You are responsible, you and Gomorrah.

What, what do you want to say?

Please, please, just stop, just stop...

But you're a coward.

Your lies and your betrayal killed your brother and they killed your father, and now you are protecting Gomorrah...

Shut up!

JULIEN: ...as if it was your family?

You don't understand any of it!

Laura died.

And, and me and Alex, we, we wanted... We needed to do more than just accept it.

We saw it for what it was, though.

We saw through it.

♪ ♪ (clicking tongue) (knife clinks) The Wi-Fi on mine was down, I just came to check... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Relax, relax, it's me.

It's me.

You know, for someone who doesn't talk, you say a lot on that forum.

Hey, mate, it's all right, it's okay.

They get it, yeah?

At least they get it.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ (struggling) (man whimpering) (men struggling) ♪ ♪ WILL (voiceover): Laura died because that piece of, piece of (muted) was let into this country.

You say I don't understand.

Well, maybe I don't.

So, so help me, help me, help me understand.

Help me understand what happened to your father.

He wasn't supposed to be there.

♪ ♪ (whispering): Go back to sleep.

No, just stay here.

♪ ♪ (jeans rustling) (softly): (muted) keep it down!

Look, I won't be long.

(muted) Jesus.

Come on, then, follow me-- and keep quiet.

Will, come on.

♪ ♪ (door closes quietly) ♪ ♪ ALEX: Listen, you have to promise to do what I tell you.

Right?

I mean it.

Right, you know the guy that I've been talking to?

The one that works for Gomorrah?

Right, he's here, right?

I'm just gonna meet him.

He just wants to talk.

He just wants to talk.

Come on.

♪ ♪ (stirring, inhales) (exhales deeply) ♪ ♪ (birds cawing) (phone calling out) (phone vibrating) ♪ ♪ (panting) You don't have to be here, you know.

You can just go back.

(muted) sake, mate, come on.

RICHARD: Alex!

Will!

Come on!

♪ ♪ Who's this?

He's my brother.

Both of the British ambassador's sons know my face now.

That's why you showed up here?

'Cause of my mum?

All this talking online, all this time, it just slipped your mind to mention her?

You think when (muted) got serious, I wouldn't check who you are?

Look, look, she's got nothing to do with this, I swear.

This is not a game for bored rich kids!

She doesn't know we've been talking, right?

She, she doesn't know about any of this.

This is serious.

Gomorrah is... serious.

No, no, no, no.

All my messages and emails, right?

It's all true.

Gomorrah, what, what Gomorrah says, it means something to me.

And no one else gets that.

But I do.

Because for the, for the first time in my life, it's like someone's actually (muted) talking to me.

I need this!

What about him?

Is Gomorrah talking to him, too?

He gets it, too, he gets it.

If it wasn't for that little (muted) immigrant, then...

He'd be able to tell you himself.

Wouldn't you?

Would you?

(birds chirping) Will!

Alex!

(bird warbles) (panting) (bird calls) (different bird calling) ♪ ♪ (bird repeats call) (woodpecker knocking) ALEX (in distance): Will!

Stay back, Will!

Please, don't shoot!

(Alex pleading) I can explain, I promise.

ANDRAS (bellows): Don't lie to me!

ALEX: Please, I'm telling the truth, please, don't shoot!

What the (muted) is going on?

Dad, get back!

RICHARD: Just put...

Put the gun down!

ALEX: Listen to me!

Will, get back, get back!

ALEX: Please listen!

What the (muted) do you want with my boys?

ALEX: Dad, no!

RICHARD: Alex!

Alex!

Will, get back!

Dad, get back!

Please, just put the gun down, put the gun... (fires) ALEX: Dad!

(birds screeching) (shrieks): Dad!

(weeping, panting) No... (muted) (gasping) ANDRAS: Come on.

(yelps) Move.

Move it.

Now!

Go!

Come on!

Get in the car.

Get in the (muted) car!

♪ ♪ (sniffling) ANDRAS: Stay down.

(engine revving loudly) (sniffling) (panting) But when you left, was he still alive?

Why would you go with the man who shot your father?

I don't know.

We had to go, Andras had a gun.

So Kamilla finds out that you're my boys.

She sends Andras.

But why would you go and meet him?

At the crack of dawn, in the middle of a forest?

Why would you... Why do you think?

For Laura.

You think Laura would have wanted this?!

I think she would have wanted someone to do something.

All you've done is decimate more people!

You're the one who doesn't understand, you're a child!

I never stopped looking for you.

Took you long enough to find me.

(speaking French): JULIEN: D'accord.

(speaking French): (chair brakes release, Emma exhales) (Will clicking tongue) Why was Kamilla Agoston leaving money for you?

You must know how much she's worth, and yet, that's what she gives you?

Pocket change to scratch out a life out in the middle of nowhere?

This is your reward for protecting Gomorrah?

This is, uh, how highly she regards you?

It seems you've been free to move around as you please.

Your mother, though, she hasn't had this luxury.

She's been in agony this past year.

While you, you could have returned home at any time.

Why do you think I want to talk to you?

Huh?

"The Hero of Józsefváros."

You're the one who killed my brother!

Yes.

Yes, I, I shot him.

And I have struggled with this.

Asked myself the question, if I could have done anything else.

But no, the answer is always the same.

If I hadn't, many more would have died.

You didn't have to do anything!

Your brother went to Józsefváros intending to take as many lives as he could, and now, it seems, you are intending to do the same.

Even after you've seen the human lives wasted.

I cannot allow another attack like Józsefváros.

You have to help me stop this.

♪ ♪ When Laura was killed, people, people said it tragic.

Like it was, like it was an accident.

Like it was a terrible thing that was no one's fault.

I was covered in her blood, like I'd been swimming in it.

But it just kept spilling out.

She, she (muted) herself 'cause she was so scared.

That was her last... ♪ ♪ That man in our house, that (muted) piece of (muted), he wasn't supposed to be there.

He wasn't supposed to be in this country.

If he wasn't, then, then my sister would still be here.

I know I am not without blame, and, uh, I know I've hurt people... You think you know what hurt is?

(chuckles mirthlessly) Try taking a pair of pliers and ripping your teeth out of your gums, slowly, one by one, and then, then you might be crawling towards some vague idea of what hurt is.

I've lost someone, too.

You don't know.

You can't know, you, you just pretend.

(sighs) A wiser man than me once said that when we lose someone we love, the grief is, is like the sky, spread over everything.

We find a way to live with it, or we don't.

I wish I, I could help you with this, but, we carry the sky alone, and that, that is our burden.

♪ ♪ (gate opens and shuts) ♪ ♪ (phone vibrating) (sighs): What... Julien.

I found him.

Mrs.

Chambers' son.

We are talking to him right now.

Okay.

JULIEN: I've been thinking, when this is done, we, we should talk.

You've said that before.

I mean it this time.

I needed you.

For so long, I've needed you.

And you buried yourself in your work.

Like you always do, and you always will.

You made your choice.

And because of that, I've made mine.

(exhales) (disconnects) ♪ ♪ EMMA (on phone): I hope I'm not bothering-- I found Will.

Jesus.

How is he?

How are you?

He's speaking.

Not that he's said anything that I could bear to hear.

It's what I've been wanting, for so long-- this moment.

Face to face with him.

I was wondering if you could help me find someone.

(stammering): Someone for, for, for him to talk to.

I know there are people in the intelligence services who deal with trauma, that kind of thing.

Yes, of course, absolutely-- when do you need them?

EMMA: Two years ago.

I, I don't know what's going to happen.

Uh, I don't know if the police are going to get involved, or if he's going to just walk away and I'll never see him again.

I just want to know that there's a chance.

Leave it with me.

EMMA: Thank you.

(sighs) (gate opens) JULIEN: Do you think Kamilla would protect you the way you're protecting her?

You know Andras Juszt, the man who shot your father, he's dead now.

Kamilla's loyal foot soldier, and she had him dragged away when he became inconvenient.

She will do the same to you when you've served your purpose with her.

Are you hungry?

Just tired.

Tired of being asked the same old (muted) again and again.

And I will keep asking, again and again!

Until I get an answer.

Until I get the truth.

No!

I'm not answering any more of your questions.

You're holding me here against my will.

You are right, we have no authority to keep you here.

But you should know, the woman who gave us access to this building, her name is Zsofia Arslan.

She used to be a police officer, and she still has many friends there.

One was a partner to Officer Kata Takacs.

For seven years, they rode together.

He was godfather of Kata's baby boy until she was shot dead at Józsefváros.

These police officers would like to talk with you very much.

Unofficially, of course.

(stammering): You won't-- you're bluffing.

I'm bluffing?

Yeah.

I'm bluffing?!

(Will gasps) JULIEN: You can believe me or not.

But these men, they want to hurt you and beat you until you tell us what we need to know!

Tell me about the second attack, now!

Mum?

Wait.

Not yet.

WILL: I don't know where, I don't know when.

Gomorrah keeps quiet until the day of, I just... (winces, gasps) I just have to keep ready, you know?

(winces) I don't believe you.

I'm telling the truth.

I promise!

You think I wouldn't let those police officers take their anger out on you?

You think just because I'm your mother, that I would ignore all the terrible things you've done?

You tell us something, Will, or you're no good to me.

I mean it, Will!

All right, all right-- okay.

(inhales) WILL (voiceover): Alex met with this guy who knew Gomorrah.

Used to smoke together or some (muted).

I just used to stay at home, but then Alex would come back and tell me how good it was.

How good it was to speak to somebody who, who understood.

JULIEN: And Alex never met with Andras Juszt?

No, not until the day he turned up at that hotel.

JULIEN: And after your father died, were you taken to Gomorrah?

No, no, not at first, I, I was...

I needed to get my head straight.

You were upset about your father.

(voice trembling): It was an accident.

It wasn't meant to happen.

Why didn't you run?

Alex knew what I needed.

He knew what had to be done.

He's the reason I found my voice.

I'm going.

(grabs Alex) (voice trembling): You don't need to worry.

It's gonna be fine.

All of this, you'll see.

Everything's gonna change, you know.

(sniffles) Hey.

(sniffles): I love you, mate.

Get off!

I need to do this, Will.

I haven't got a choice.

Everything that we talked about, all the sacrifices we made, what happened to Dad, yeah?

What's been the point?

Just be strong.

You'll be all right.

(croaking) Don't go.

(gasping softly) See?

There you are.

(voice trembling): It's gonna be all right.

(guns firing, people screaming) MAN: We owe him everything.

His bravery made the world take notice.

Before it, sleepwalk into disaster.

They're calling Detective Baptiste the Hero of Józsefváros for murdering your brother... (chuckles) (firing) ...the real hero.

And now it's up to you to finish what he has begun.

Or you keep turning your back and spit on all the progress he made.

He was our brother, too.

That makes us family.

(gasps) MAN: It's good to finally meet you, Will.

They call me Gomorrah.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ We're brothers.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Don't be scared.

We're brothers.

We're brothers.

We're brothers.

We're brothers.

(screams) JULIEN: Okay.

It all started with him.

So that is who you saw.

But when you stopped hallucinating, who was it then?

Who was it that really came to you after Alex died?

(sits down) Kamilla Agoston, she is Gomorrah.

No?

Yes.

And where did she tell you about Alex's death?

Where were you kept?

The basement.

Kamilla's basement?

Yes.

And you were locked in?

At first, yeah.

I needed to get my head straight.

It was for my own good.

Excuse me.

(gate locks) (exhales) Where are you going?

I need to talk with Kamilla Agoston.

What?

Now?

I mean, what... What makes you think she'll tell you anything?

I will be back as soon as I can.

Well, I want to go back and talk with him.

Don't you trust me?

He's your son.

You trust yourself?

Well, lock me in with him, then.

Please.

(keys jangle) (door locks) I don't need this.

(gate locks) Well, I don't know that, do I?

It's nice to see you two working so well together.

You and the man that killed your own son.

He helped me find you.

(speaking Hungarian): Just waste.

Tragedy just breeds tragedy, doesn't it?

All this because of Laura.

You know, I saw it.

At the bottom of articles about her, those comments.

And the photographs they'd put next to pieces about immigration.

"This would never have happened "if they hadn't let all those people into our (muted) country."

(chuckling mirthlessly) As if it were that simple.

Sometimes it is.

No, love, it's not.

(scoffs): Didn't stop you using it as a photo op, though, did it?

You think that's what I was doing?

Every chance you got.

Defending the people that did this to her.

Well, I didn't want her used for some political agenda.

She was worth much more than that!

She was my daughter!

She was my sister.

And whilst you were out, begging for everyone to get along, me and Alex, we did something, for Laura.

For all the people just like her.

I mean, you, you said before that you were hallucinating, seeing things that weren't there.

I mean, how do you, what makes you think this is so much different?

Because I have faith in what I'm doing.

What do you believe in, Mum?

WILL (on phone speaker): If you're watching this... Is that really you?

...wondering what today was about.

Why all that blood was shed, why all those people had to die.

You weren't supposed to see that.

Not until afterwards, anyway.

Hm?

We've taken it upon ourselves... Well, if you've got faith in what you're doing, you know, you should be able watch this, surely.

...capable, the only ones willing...

I don't know what you're trying to do.

If you want to be heard in these times, then this is what has to be done.

This isn't you.

WILL: If you're watching this...

This is a recording by a grade-A lunatic.

You think everyone with a, with a different view to you is just stupid, or ignorant, racist.

I think you underestimate me.

Do I?

(stammering): I want to understand.

We're different.

And people need to stop pretending like it's any other way.

Everybody's different, Will.

It doesn't make us enemies.

I mean, come on, you're brighter than this.

There's a war!

It's coming!

There is no war, love!

There's just the one the people who have got inside your head are trying to start.

Your sister died at the hands of a very ill and troubled man.

And our family fell apart.

And if we... (groans) If I had just dealt with it better!

In a war, there are casualties.

That's just how it goes.

But you think that bad things only started to happen when countries opened their borders?

You think that Hassan Amin wanted to be here?

You think... Stop defending him.

You said you wanted to understand, right?

I don't think you do.

♪ ♪ This isn't getting us anywhere.

(phone ringing) Hello?

ZSOFIA (on phone): I spoke with a friend in the department.

Where you saw Will Chambers, there's no CCTV.

Just a camera at the road junction.

And?

ZSOFIA: The only cars on that road, an hour either side of 6:30, were a hire car registered to you and another registered to Kamilla Agoston.

JULIEN: And, uh, no other traffic?

Nothing, not even a bicycle.

(sighs) What about the station?

He wasn't on any of the trams into Tabajd that morning.

Ah, so he, he came on foot from somewhere close by.

ZSOFIA: There's nothing in the region except a closed-down abattoir.

Where are you?

You sound like you're driving.

JULIEN: Something I need to check.

We'll be out by 4:00, I promise.

♪ ♪ You were always a sensitive boy.

You were different from Laura and Alex in that way.

They were always on the front foot.

Brash.

So more like me.

And you were different, you were... More like your father, maybe.

Difficult sometimes.

You cried.

You didn't want to eat.

It was as if the world were just sandpaper on your skin.

Everything hurt.

You mean I'm weak.

No.

Your sensitivities gave you something that I didn't have.

Alex didn't have it, either.

You always knew what people were thinking.

Feeling what they're feeling.

It's a blessing, really.

That's why I don't believe you.

What?

I don't believe what you say any more than you do.

I mean, not really-- I mean, not deep down.

(stammering) You've never killed anyone.

I don't believe you ever could.

(chuckles) (scoffs): You're wrong, I would.

Talking about it is different to doing it.

You're talking about putting whole families through the kind of suffering that we know all too well.

Don't you dare!

It was a week after Laura died.

It was her birthday.

Me, Dad, and Alex, we all sat around the table.

We didn't say we were going to be there, we just assumed.

You, you were out, giving some talk about trade at some dinner.

You, you weren't there for us.

(whispers): I'm sorry for that.

(softly): So that was it.

You think I disappeared.

You should know that I felt it.

Just like you.

Even though I wasn't there.

God, it was all that I felt.

Maybe I was just trying to cope, or I was just trying to show you that there was a way forward in the world, or maybe I-- oh, I just, I don't know.

I was just trying to put one foot in front of the other, you know-- I just buried myself in what I knew.

That was a mistake.

I let you down.

♪ ♪ You did what you thought needed to be done.

Like you're doing now.

And what is that?

What does Kamilla want you to do?

I don't even know.

Alex didn't even know until, until right before.

Plausible deniability.

Something like that.

(sniffs) Does it...

Does it hurt?

Hm.

No.

No, not now.

I mean...

It did.

(sniffs) At first.

(exhales) You kind of get used to it.

You know, I, I learned how to drive.

And I got the car fitted out and, and, well, everything.

(voice trembling): I'm so sorry you got hurt.

I'm sorry that Dad died.

(quietly): None of that was meant to happen.

When this is over, I'm looking for someone for you to talk to.

(exhales) (breathes deeply) These are killing me.

Would you...

I'm not going anywhere.

The door's locked.

(object jingling) (sniffs) Mind your hand.

I'm going to find someone.

We're going to fix this.

Nothing's ever really broken, is it?

(exhales) (knocking) You've shaved.

Was the beard slowing your detective skills?

We found Will Chambers.

Congratulations.

You have him-- now perhaps you can leave me alone.

Well, perhaps-- I need to check something first.

(gasps) Get out!

You can't just come in here.

Are you serious?

(light switch clicks) What are you doing?

(door shuts) Confirming a suspicion.

You're a strange man.

I know.

I'm sure you are very busy.

I will leave you to your day.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ (lock turning) ♪ ♪ Just go, go after him!

(grunts softly) ♪ ♪ (rattling door handle) (banging) There's no way out down here.

(fire extinguisher hissing) (Julien coughing, extinguisher falls) EMMA: Will?

Will... (Julien coughing) Come back here, Will!

Will, please... Will!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Will!

(chair scrapes) (indistinct chatter) He's gone.

(groans) He said he was in pain.

I, I didn't think he would.

He, he's my son.

Where is his phone?

Oh, he took it with him.

I mean, he's probably already called Kamilla.

No, no, your son says he was locked in her basement.

But I went there.

I saw for myself.

There is no lock on that door.

Never has been.

Will lied to us.

He led us along.

Kamilla Agoston, she's not Gomorrah.

Well, then, who is?

Who else told us what we wanted to hear?

Played us so they could buy time until they got away?

Andras Juszt.

He is Gomorrah.

♪ ♪ (car door closes) EMMA: You can't be sure of it.

You just can't.

But if you're right... JULIEN: Then your son is out there with the architect of the worst terrorist attack this country has seen.

And whatever it is they have planned, whatever it is he spoke of in that recording, it's coming.

♪ ♪ (click) ♪ ♪ JULIEN (on phone): Will has escaped.

Another attack is planned.

Find Will Chambers.

Find Andras Juszt.

That's the only way to stop this.

WILL: I still don't know what we're doing.

It's more complicated than we thought.

It's time for you to become the person you can be.

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