♪ ♪ ALEX: What Gomorrah says, it means something to me!

♪ ♪ ALEX: For the first time in my life, it's like someone's actually talking to me!

JULIEN: Kamilla Agoston, she's not Gomorrah.

Well, then, who is?

Who else played us so they could buy time until they got away?

Andras Juszt is Gomorrah.

Then your son is out there with the architect of the worst terrorist attack this country has seen.

♪ ♪ (thunder claps) (whimpers) (click) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) (birds chirping) ♪ ♪ (speaking Hungarian): (grunting) ♪ ♪ (zip tie tightens) (Andras groaning) (groaning loudly, Toby grunting) ♪ ♪ This must be hard for you.

JULIEN (on radio): 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.

♪ ♪ (doorbell rings) ANDRAS: ♪ ♪ (button beeps, static buzzes) What's he doing?

JULIEN (on phone): What's happening?

We are losing signal.

(speaking Hungarian): ZSOFIA (on phone): We need to go in.

Please, just two minutes!

♪ ♪ (van door closes) (chuckling) Your earpiece failed.

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

♪ ♪ (tightening) How long can this go on for?

Until we find Will Chambers.

Then you let me walk away?

That's our arrangement.

♪ ♪ What's that?

I drew you.

Like one of my French girls.

(knock at door) ♪ ♪ (gasps) Be a good dog, then.

♪ ♪ KAMILLA (speaking Hungarian): (glass shatters) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (beeps) (Kamilla grabs Andras) (clicks tongue) (button beeps, Andras whispers) (chuckles) (radio goes dead) ♪ ♪ (grunting loudly) (men shouting) (whispering): What's happening?

(groaning) (laughing) Go, go, go, go, go!

♪ ♪ (car door closes) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) What did you tell them?

Nothing.

I, I didn't say anything.

Nothing?

Nothing.

What?

I, I made a video about our next attack.

It was just...

I, I wanted people to understand, you know.

If I didn't come back.

(muted) I never asked you to make a recording, though, did I?

Do you understand what we're doing here, boy?!

What we are going to do will make Józsefváros look like the (muted) teddy bears' picnic.

Do you understand that, boy?

It will (muted) on it!

Do you understand?!

Yes!

Of course I do!

Of course I do.

(gasping for air) You did great!

♪ ♪ I'm telling you.

That's because you know by now that you can trust me, right?

I've kept you safe all this time, haven't I?

What is it?

Nothing.

Say it.

Don't be scared.

I know how this ends.

The same way it did for Alex.

Your brother was a hero.

The honor I show him every single month, it got me caught, but I don't give a (muted).

He deserves our respect.

But listen.

Listen to me, Will.

What we are going to do... ♪ ♪ Nothing's going to happen to you.

I will make sure of it, okay?

(exhales) You say that, but I still don't know what we're doing.

What are we doing here?

Today.

Today you will.

Today.

Yeah.

Maybe it's time.

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

Let's not be late.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Hello.

(sighs): They are gone.

Will has escaped.

Zsofia, we need your help.

What do you expect me to do?

JULIEN: The police won't listen to me, they might to you.

There must be someone you trust.

ZSOFIA: And what do I say?

Another attack is planned.

Another Józsefváros.

More people will die.

But where?

When?

How am I supposed to... Find, find Will Chambers, find Andras Juszt.

That's the only way to stop this.

Blame me.

Tell them you didn't know about Andras until this moment.

Just find someone in the department who will listen.

Okay, okay, I will try.

Call me back.

He was here.

I held his hand.

If I hadn't... You're his mother.

Find me a parent who wouldn't have done the same.

What now?

Why, why did he go to that farmhouse?

To collect the money?

So far away from anything?

So now we're going to drive all the way out there and see if we can find something.

Yes.

Unless you have a better idea.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ There's nothing here.

We don't know that.

(lid closes) (Emma grunting) I think it was just a, a convenient place for them to leave the money.

(sighs) Somewhere remote.

Where Will and Kamilla couldn't be seen.

If you feel we're wasting our time, I can continue alone.

No.

(grunts) (objects clattering) Go on, say what you're thinking.

I'm going to tell the truth about Alex.

♪ ♪ People should know what he did.

(stammering): You are asking me, or you are telling me?

It's the look in people's eyes when they talk about Will or Alex.

Poor me.

My children seem to have disappeared into thin air, my husband was shot by a lunatic, and my daughter was murdered.

"Isn't she brave?

How does she cope?"

But it isn't the truth, is it?

My sons are not victims, are they?

He killed people.

Alex made a choice to... People should know.

And, uh, then your conscience would be clean?

I didn't say that.

So why do it?

What reason is there to tell this to the world?

Why now?

I'll keep your name out of it.

You cannot make that promise.

This is not about you, Julien!

(yells): I'm the one who lied about your son!

And I'm the one who shot him, shot him dead.

How can you dare to say this is not about me?

♪ ♪ Well, just, let's keep looking, then.

(exhales) (bird squawking) I'm fine.

(exhales) (exhales) Zsofia said there were no cars in the area when your son was here.

So he arrived on foot from somewhere near here, presumably.

Right.

Middle of nowhere.

He came from that direction.

(exhales) Well, there is sod-all around here.

Well, just, there, there is a building.

(breathes deeply) I mean, just about a mile from here.

Doesn't say what it is, though.

Yes.

Let's find out.

And let's hope the police will listen to Zsofia.

♪ ♪ (telephone ringing) TAMAS (speaking Hungarian): ♪ ♪ ZSOFIA: ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) GUARD (speaking Hungarian): (speaking Hungarian): (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ ANDRAS: Hello.

♪ ♪ (gate opens) (horn honking) ♪ ♪ NORA: WILL: ♪ ♪ FARID: Quick reflexes, Nicholas.

Didn't see you yesterday.

You look tired.

No sleep last night?

Try sleeping near a waterfall.

It's noisy as hell.

Try sleeping in the refugee center.

I think maybe you should move on now.

♪ ♪ (ball bouncing) EMMA: What on Earth?

(people talking in background) (switches engine off) What does it say?

EMMA: It's an abattoir.

Well, at least that's what it used to be.

Now it looks they're using it as a refugee center.

Christ, I've never even heard of this place.

I started to lose count of them.

They leave their homes and their country and then find themselves in a building of this kind.

Human nature knows no bounds.

(engine starts) Okay, people, take... Take some.

Take what you need, okay?

Leave some for others.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ GUARD: Can you tell me something?

Do you recognize this boy?

You're not allowed in here.

Oh, please, the photo.

You know him?

I do not know him, but I've seen him.

Where?

He volunteers here.

He's inside right now.

(speaking Hungarian): The shootings in Józsefváros.

You heard of them, I take it?

It could be happening again right now, inside your center.

♪ ♪ EMMA: My name is Emma Chambers, I'm the former British ambassador to Hungary.

Ring the embassy if you want to waste time.

Or otherwise, you could make us your supervisor's problem.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (speaking Hungarian): SUPERVISOR: Zsofia, it's Baptiste, you need to call me back.

I'm at a refugee center at Zseroyaly Ter.

Will Chambers is here working as a volunteer.

I believe this is the place where the next attack is supposed to happen.

He's inside right now!

We need your help.

Oh, for (muted) sake, there's no one here with any authority.

This man's in charge, he's only been in the job four months.

But who is he calling?

EMMA: He's calling his boss, who will call his boss, who may or may not call the embassy.

But you told them?

You told them what this is?

That he is inside?

No, I told him we were street dance artists.

What the (muted) do you think I told him?

They will listen when the sound of guns firing starts up again.

Then you will listen!

And it will be too late!

Do you understand?

It will be too late!

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Thank you for this.

People, they don't care.

Some don't care at all.

Some, they care too much.

This is true.

Yeah?

(chuckling): Where I'm from, too.

(both laughing) What does that mean?

It means you should get inside.

The weather's turning.

Ah... (people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (pipe clanging loudly) (clanging in distance) ♪ ♪ (clanging continues) (clanging continues) ♪ ♪ (clanging continues) Hey!

(exhales) The valve was jammed-- it should be working now.

(water running) (water stops) "Thanks" is the word you're looking for.

♪ ♪ This, this is all wrong.

Why would, would your son be volunteering here if this place is to be another Józsefváros?

Access, I suppose.

JULIEN: No.

Security here is minimal.

Access would be obtained as easily with a gun.

Then what are you saying?

Whatever is happening here, it's more complicated than we thought.

This is just a part of a greater whole.

We need to get inside and find out.

We need Zsofia to answer.

JULIEN: Why isn't she calling us back?

We need her!

♪ ♪ (car horn honking) ZSOFIA: KATALIN: (sighs) (sighs) (chuckles softly) (sighs) (cellphone vibrating) (buttons chirping) (chiming) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (people talking in background) SUPERVISOR: He's looking at us.

Maybe he likes us.

He doesn't like us.

(exhales) Give me the photo.

Excuse me?

Your friend, Colonel Katalin Kovacs, just ordered me to help you.

So, fine, I'll help.

I can't let you in, but I can ask for you.

(takes photograph) (door opens) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (door opens) (places bag down) ♪ ♪ You got everything?

Everything I could find, yeah.

(takes bag) ♪ ♪ (clicking tongue) What?

(quietly): Nothing.

It's just that center.

(sighs) I've been in there so many times.

Into that stink.

I thought you were used to it.

(exhales) I'm just tired-- I'm tired of being kept in the dark all the time.

It's better that you don't... Yeah, it's better I don't know, I heard you.

I don't know why... Why am I going into their rooms and taking their (muted)?

Why are we scared of them coming at us with... (chuckles): ...with rolling pins and, and pots and pans?

Because everybody's a hero.

And if they're really lucky, somebody's there to film it, and they get to be more than that.

We want this to count.

I've given this everything.

This whole thing.

I just don't... (stammering) I don't understand.

The visit with your mother is making you ask questions, right?

Whatever it was she said to you doesn't matter.

We're close to the end now.

I know.

Maybe that's what makes it so hard.

(chuckles) I know.

It's hard for me, too.

It's the hardest thing.

(Will grunts, hits floor) ♪ ♪ He's seen the boy.

He comes in here one or two times a week with the volunteers.

They help out in here.

For how long?

A couple of months maybe.

What, what do you know of him outside of this place?

Nothing.

You, you have no idea where he lives?

Wherever it is, it is near a waterfall.

♪ ♪ (Emma speaking Hungarian) There is a, a waterfall on this map a short drive from here, through the woods.

I'm worried your boy is in danger.

Why do you say that?

To have worked here for so long and for nothing to have happened, Andras has something else in store.

(grunts) It's not fair!

(yelps) Nothing is.

(groans) Don't push back.

(gasping) This is you doing your part.

They're going to find you.

(groaning loudly) Surrounded by these pathetic weapons.

And their blooded fingerprints will be all over them.

The poor immigrants you were trying to help... (groans) ...turned on you like the animals they are.

(objects rattling) (yelping loudly) And beat you to a bloody pulp.

(panting, objects rattling) The last surviving family member of the ambassador is finally found.

♪ ♪ Brutally murdered by a pack of wolves.

Wolves who had no reason to be there in the first place.

This is what they want to hear, Will.

This is their call to arms!

(panting) (Will gasping weakly) ♪ ♪ (gasping weakly) ♪ ♪ It's somewhere near here.

♪ ♪ What's that?

♪ ♪ That's him, there.

♪ ♪ (leaves door ajar) (bag drops on ground) Go!

♪ ♪ (panting) ♪ ♪ I know where you are!

(speaking French): (panting) You saw me, old man?

♪ ♪ (grunting) (yelps) (grunting) ♪ ♪ Oh, God... (grunting) (grunting) (panting, grunting) (grunting) Will... (grunting) ♪ ♪ (groaning) (grunts, gasps) (groaning, grunting) (groaning) (gasps): Oh, God!

Will, Will... Oh, darling... (panting) Oh, my God, oh, my God.

(grunting, groaning) (grunting in rage) ♪ ♪ (groaning) (panting) Oh!

♪ ♪ (grunting, exhaling) (tearing) ♪ ♪ (grunting) Stayin' alive... Stayin' alive... Stayin' alive... ♪ ♪ (groaning) (Julien grunting) (panting) (exhales deeply) (knife stabs, gasps) (grunts) ♪ ♪ (panting) (knife stabs, Julien gasps) (both grunting) ♪ ♪ (grunting) (exhales) (panting) (gasps) (panting) EMMA (groans): Stayin' alive... Stayin' alive... Oh, oh, oh.

Stayin' alive... Stayin' alive!

Oh, oh, oh.

(panting) Oh, my darling, darling, darling... (coughing) Oh, there you are.

There you are, my boy.

(Will gasping, Emma kissing) (panting) (kissing) (panting, laughing) ♪ ♪ (yelps, grunts) ♪ ♪ (gasps) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sirens blaring) Oh, have you seen this?

Recordings of conversations between Andras Juszt and Kamilla Agoston have been leaked.

I'm guessing Andras is trying to shift blame.

You know, strike a deal.

The conversations imply that Kamilla knew all about the shootings at Józsefváros.

That she was involved.

You think that's true?

Andras had an entire hostage video faked.

He's good at getting people to believe what he wants them to believe.

So God knows.

Are you sure about this?

(chuckles) Of course not.

I'm never sure.

Everything will change, you know?

You're just worried this is going to come back on you.

(chuckling): Of course I am.

I'm not too stupid to realize it won't.

And I'm not too stupid to realize you won't change your mind, either.

I don't know, I've known you for a while.

You're pretty bloody stupid.

(laughs) It'll be everywhere.

A story like this.

Yeah, I know.

(people talking in background) ♪ ♪ (camera shutters clicking, people talking in background) Um... (clears throat) My name is Emma Chambers.

I'm the former ambassador here in Hungary.

I'm here because I lied about something a while ago.

I regret that.

I'm ashamed to tell you that my son Alex Chambers was one of the gunmen on the streets of Józsefváros that day.

One of the so-called Demons in the Daylight, as the papers called them.

A few years back, my middle child-- my daughter, Laura-- was murdered in our own house by a drug addict who also happened to be an immigrant.

And that is what defined him in my son's eyes.

(stammering): Now, I, I am not...

I'm not defending what he did... ...on the streets of Józsefváros.

It was a hate crime, executed by an extremist, a terrorist, who... ...happens to be my flesh and blood.

My heart goes out to all the family and friends of those lost that day on the streets of Józsefváros.

♪ ♪ I'm sorry, I, I am so...

So very sorry.

♪ ♪ (camera shutter clicking) I'm happy to answer any questions if there's anybody who has any.

(reporters clamoring) ♪ ♪ (gull squawking) I was thinking.

We should go again.

You want to do another round?

I thought we were done with IVF.

Yes.

I may be a realist, but I'm a hopeful one.

(chuckles) (phone chimes) I'm sorry.

(laughing) (speaking Hungarian): What is it?

My approval ratings.

(laughing): They've gone up.

(both laughing) (laughing): Well, that was not what I was expecting.

So people think you knew about the attack at Józsefváros, and your numbers have gone up.

Maybe fewer people believe the press than we thought.

Or maybe they like what I have to say.

♪ ♪ (device beeping) ♪ ♪ (cellphone vibrating) (device beeping) ♪ ♪ (distant sirens blaring) EMMA: Why did you want to meet out here?

JULIEN: Hospitals.

I've seen too many of their ceilings.

How is he?

He's still in a coma.

He could wake up, he could not.

But even if he does, what happens then?

I still have to... find him.

I just hope that he's in there somewhere in the dark corner of his brain.

He will be there.

Where did you go?

I was trying to get in touch with you last week.

To see my son, Niels, in a prison in the Netherlands.

Well, he, he wears his own demons.

♪ ♪ I saw your press conference.

Ah, yes.

Well, I, I hope it doesn't mean that you...

I think it was very brave of you to do this.

Or cowardly, perhaps.

I should have done it much sooner.

Ah, bad timing.

We are all guilty of that.

(sighing): It's done, that's what matters.

No.

What matters is that you are doing something.

That you're moving forward.

(sighs) Yeah, where there's wheelchair access.

(both laughing) But that is true.

You haven't blinked or broken stride for a moment since you were put in that chair.

That's why your son is alive today.

It doesn't matter what is in our way when, uh, when we see what lies before us.

♪ ♪ JULIEN (voiceover): "We are healed of a suffering only by experiencing it to the full."

Perhaps suffering is the price of progress.

If that word even means the same thing to anybody anymore.

♪ ♪ Unfortunately, these days, we are all on such different paths.

The word "progress" has taken on a new meaning.

For some, it means going back.

Back towards a place we thought we would never return.

♪ ♪ Back towards chaos.

♪ ♪ (clicks button, exhales) (breathes deeply) It's all a mess.

(chuckles) And that is also true.

Maybe I should think I'm lucky.

I suppose life isn't going to get any worse than it's got for me.

Short of the lump I haven't yet found.

(laughing) Oh!

Ah!

Thank you.

No.

No need to thank me.

I have a son.

As you do.

Yes.

And a wife.

Yeah, why are you here?

Why aren't you back with her?

(stammering): Because all I bring her is pain.

Well, bring her something else, for God's sake.

Show her what she means to you.

I tried to speak with her, but, uh, we were too long in silence.

(sighs) It's too late.

♪ ♪ You know, when we lost Laura, I shut down.

And Will shut down.

And we all fell apart, all of us.

We just buckled under the... ...weight of it.

But here we are.

He's asleep next door and he's alive.

It's never too late.

Well, I, I wish I shared your optimism.

♪ ♪ With respect and gratitude, Mr. Baptiste, I hope I never have any reason to see you again.

♪ ♪ INSTRUCTOR (in French, voiceover): CLAUDE: (murmuring) (chuckling) Voilà.

(all laughing) JULIEN: Voilà.

INSTRUCTOR: (muttering) JULIEN (laughs): (instructor and Claude speaking indistinctly) ♪ ♪ (exhales) (vacuum running) ♪ ♪ WOMAN: JULIEN: Non.

(clears throat) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sniffs) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ NOELLE: Ah!

JULIEN (laughing): (laughing) (both laughing) NOELLE: CELIA: Ooh... (chuckling) Here.

(laughs) It's the same one, isn't it?

How did you even find it?

(laughs) ♪ ♪ Okay.

(exhales) I should go.

Um... You, um, you can stay, if you like.

For a drink.

♪ ♪ You're sure?

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪ Okay.

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