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The moment my daughter was taken from me...

it was as if I was instantly placed into two concurrent states.

In one... I had a full understanding...

that Amaya was gone.

There was no doubt. No... hope.

No holding onto anything. No going back.

Just the certainty of her death.

In the other,

I had no comprehension of her death.

It was an impossible thing.

An implausible thing. Absurd.

Vast.

Meaningless.

Untrue.

It wasn't just that they were contradictory states.

They were absolute states.

Each was complete in itself, leaving no room for the other.

But...

I held them both.

And still do.

There was nothing anyone could say to me.

There's nothing I can say to you.

What I can offer is my duty of care.

You can talk to me at any time.

You can call me at any time.

You have no professional obligations that you need to fulfill.

Your job and your income are secure,

and it will stay that way for as long as you need it to.

Thank you.

Can I go?

Can I go home?

Yeah. Of course.

No.

I spoke to his mother.

I think they're going to come out.

No, Mom. I...

I really don't want to come to Hong Kong.

Yes, obviously.

It's awful.

But...

Of course I have friends.

Mom, I haven't even spoken to those guys since high school.

Please don't start...

I have friends.

And they're taking care of me.

In fact, I'm with them right now.

Staying with me.

Yes.

Okay.

Bye.

Fuck!

Fuck.

I died.

- What the fuck? - Let me in.

Now, Jamie.

You need to not talk for a moment and just listen to me.

I'm sorry we broke up.

I'm sorry it hurt you.

It hurt me too.

And one day, we can talk it through.

But right now, right now, I need you to move past it.

Earlier today...

I watched Sergei burn himself to death.

What?

He walks off the Amaya campus two days ago...

and disappears.

Totally vanishes.

Twenty-four hours later, he walks back on the campus,

covers himself in gasoline, and sets himself on fire.

- He killed himself? - Yes.

And it makes no fucking sense.

On this phone, there is a Sudoku game.

Except, I think it's not a Sudoku game.

And it's password protected.

It is the one thing I have that might be able to give me

an explanation about what happened.

And I have one try left to break it.

Or it wipes.

Okay. Okay. You're right.

- About what? - It's not a Sudoku game.

It's a messaging app.

And it's Russian.

And it's state.

In origin, anyway.

How do you know?

Because it's talking to a server in Kazakhstan

and I recognize sections of the code.

There are a few different versions out there,

but this one is pretty old.

But old is good.

Shit-load easier for me to open up.

This is...

I don't know, three or four years out of date?

Which is weird,

because Sergei was a top-level coder.

But... Well, I guess it's like

heart surgeons who smoke, or something.

I don't understand.

He didn't update.

Or his handlers didn't update.

- And you've always got to update. - "His handlers"?

Lily, come on. If...

If this is Russian state, your guy was like...

Like what?

A spy or something.

Industrial espionage.

Can you open it?

I think so.

But there is a risk.

If it's more modern than I think,

there might be some embedded security

that I can't see,

which I might trigger and then lose everything.

Do it.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Just do it.

Okay, it worked. We're in.

Jesus.

Jamie, I need to read it alone.

Yeah. I understand.

I reset the password so you can get back in with this.

Thank you.

You can leave by the front door, if you like.

Really ought to quit.

I wouldn't bother.

It'll make no difference.

Still.

So...

The coroner's report will take a while, but...

the police are convinced that the kid was a suicide.

They've got a body,

they've got documentary evidence of the act.

This is over.

Except for the girl.

It's not over for her.

Emotionally, you mean.

- Yeah. - Yes.

But that will pass.

It just takes time.

Hasn't for you.

Sir, you've got more money than God.

You think I care about money?

- You did once. - Yes.

But now I don't.

I was going to say, you've got more money than God,

and you live in dust.

Aspic.

So I should buy a bigger house?

Well, I'm not saying that, but... baby steps.

Do something.

Buy a new car.

That thing's a piece of shit.

You could get an electric.

Think of the environment.

But I don't think of the environment.

I understand what you're saying, Kenton.

But I'm not holding on to the past.

I'm actually letting go of it.

- Your tram lines. - Ours.

Right.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Kenton.

Come on, baby.

Don't do that.

- What did he do? - Called it "baby".

Well, he can't help it.

He's the era that doesn't know.

Say what?

You're the era that doesn't know.

That one says stupid shit and gets stuff wrong.

You're the fucking era that doesn't know.

Your era doesn't know shit.

All so fucking political. All so woke.

But you don't know shit about history,

you don't know shit about art, you don't know shit about music.

So you don't know shit about politics.

So you aren't woke.

You're comatose.

I don't know shit about music? Please.

Listen to a lot of Bach? A lot of Coltrane?

No.

Then shut the fuck up.

Stewart. Just don't call it baby.

Hey.

It's happening.

Yeah, baby.

My name is Anton.

Sergei worked for you.

Since he was an undergraduate in Moscow.

- And you work for Russian intelligence. - Yes.

You are frightened and confused.

But at least where I am concerned, you should fear nothing.

I have no interest in hurting you.

In fact, my reason for meeting is to protect you.

I don't believe you. At all.

Even your name.

And his.

I understand.

You now doubt Sergei. Everything about him.