Bastille Day

Regard!

You owe me 300 euros.

Hah!

- Cheeky boy. - You were... Wow.

- Did you see the face on that nun? - Yeah. And that old guy.

I thought he was going to faint.

He will when he finds his Rolex gone.

Come back to mine and we'll get high.

It don't get better than that. That was a high.

Yeah, but that was only an appetiser.

You can do better than me.

Special Agent Briar, they're ready for you.

Are you familiar with Deep Net cryptocurrency transactions?

I don't bank online.

Right. You're a field guy.

Your last op, Anbar,

you were tasked surveillance,

but you did a little more than that.

Without clear visual evidence, you broke cover to take down six suspects

who you alone had ascertained were carrying concealed explosives.

I'm curious, are you saying you knew

what they were carrying underneath their clothing before engaging?

Oh, yeah.

Like I could tell you, Tom...

got tighty whities on, right?

But in the process, you exposed your key informant, Fatima Hamza.

Two years building her trust,

infiltrating the terror network, wasted.

- It was a calculated risk. - Really?

Because your Baghdad CO describes you as reckless, insubordinate

and irresponsible toward human assets.

You recognise that description?

No, but I recognise an asshole when I see one.

Tom, a minute.

I stuck my neck out trying to get you this position.

- You have to play the game. - Oh, yeah.

And you know how good I am at that.

Welcome to Paris.

Merci. Merci.

That.

And as ordered...

two Japanese passports.

How about 800?

Baba, that's a genuine Reverso. I could get two grand for that on George V.

So sell it there.

Nine.

And I throw in Lacoste shirts.

Your crocodiles are sewn on backwards.

You must have enough now, Michael, to go back home.

Nothing to go back to.

Then, forward.

Everyone has to have a dream.

I'm gonna put myself through med school, find a cure for Alzheimer's.

Last week, wasn't it Parkinson's?

Really?

You have a good evening... Dr Michael.

Bonsoir.

- Bonsoir. - Bonsoir.

Bonsoir.

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Hey!

Zoe?

36 hours.

That'll take you up to the Bastille Day parade. Will it go ahead?

July 14th, Bastille Day, is our national holiday.

Would America cancel Independence Day?

Would you put away your flags and your fireworks

or would you hold them higher?

France does not give in to threats.

We will hunt these people down and make them pay. Merci.

What have you got?

The French picture is back to front.

We got lucky. Unrelated surveillance of their Finance Minister five blocks away.

- The same guy shows up in our shot. - Are we sharing this with the French?

I think the less they know about us spying on them, the better, don't you?

It could jeopardise our entire operation.

The image has been matched with one Michael Mason, born in Vegas.

His dad was a casino pit boss, his mom a realtor.

Good grades, heading for college,

till Dad took off, leaving them with gambling debts.

Then the wheels come off. Drops out of high school.

Arrested in Reno for cardsharping.

Outstanding warrants in four states for short-con fraud.

Skipped bail, fled the country, entered France on a tourist visa.

We contacted his mother.

Only heard from her son twice in the last 18 months,

both times collect call from a payphone in Paris.

She had no idea where he is or what he's doing.

Quote: "Just like his dad,

he's always running from something, mostly himself."

So what are we doing?

We're looking for a data trail - stolen credit cards, bank accounts...

- Same payphone? - Yeah?

What are we waiting for? Let's get him.

Same payphone in 18 months, he lives on that street.

A direct action could compromise connections to a wider terrorist...

A US citizen kills four people in Paris.

We missed it on your watch. We sit on our asses while he strikes again?

Briar, this isn't Baghdad, it's Paris.

Red wine, the Louvre, Louis Vuitton. You can't just start firing.

Tom's right.

If you can bag him discreetly,

we can get 24 hours with him off site.

- Then the French can have what's left. - OK.

Just make sure there is something left.

Police have released a CCTV image of a man wanted in connection with the incident

and the authorities are asking anyone with information

about the identity of the man to come forward.

Border control has been alerted.

At present no one has come forward to claim responsibility for the...

Excusez-moi.

He'll avoid surveillance camera coverage.

This street is good. He can get in and out of here real quick.

Multiple routes of entry and exits. Good roof access. What's on 44?

- Crack den, raided twice in 12 months. - Too much heat.

- 48? - Immigrant flophouse.

How about 52?

No criminal history, no registered tenants.

- Cash only. - Speak up.

- Cash only. - All right, I'm going in.

...suggests that the timing of this attack,

in the run-up to France's national holiday and military parade...

The city remains on high alert for tomorrow's celebrations.

Crime scene investigations continue and the area is...

- Bonjour. - Bonjour.

- Ça va? - Oui.

Merci.

- Merci. - Voilà.

Fuck.

Ugh!

No!

Agh!

Ugh! Agh!

Arrêtez!

Urgh!

Move! Come on!

Urgh!

Urgh!

Yeah, motherfucker, now what?

C'est parti.

- Agh! - Shut the fuck up.

Hey.

- Are you in love? - Love?

- No. - Are you writing a novel?

- What? No. - What the fuck are you doing in Paris?

- I just... - What organisation do you work for?

Your manifesto says this is the first strike.

- My... - Where are you bombing next?

- I'm not a terrorist. - Is this not you?

That is... I put the bag in the trash.

But I didn't know there was a bomb in it.

- I'm sorry, man. - Somebody gave it to you?

- I stole it. - You stole it?

I'm a pick-pocket. It's what I fucking do.

- You didn't look inside? - Yeah, I looked inside.

- You didn't see the bomb? - There was just crap in there.

It was a wig, a toy. I put it back. I swear to God. I'm really sorry.

- I didn't... I'm sorry. - Shut up!

Focus!

I didn't know what was in that bag.

But you ran and you made me chase you, and innocent people do not run.

You were coming after me. Have you seen yourself?

What I need you to understand is this does not look good for you.

One phone call and you're on a phantom flight to the middle of nowhere,

off the grid.

You would not be missed.

It wasn't my bag.

I swear to God.

Whose was it?

Er... this girl.

- Describe her. - OK. She was pretty.

She had brown hair and a blonde wig.

She had a bag. Her body language made me think there was something valuable in it.

Two pounds of Semtex. Well done.

That's her phone. That was in the bag. It rang and I answered it.

Some French guy, he called her Zoe.

- Where'd you steal it? - Pigalle.

If I go to surveillance cameras, I see you stealing it?

- I only work blind spots so no cameras. - Yeah.

Because you don't have a record in Paris.

No thefts, no pick-pockets, no stolen bags.

- Just this motherfucking terrorist money. - That is from selling the stuff I steal.

- Who do you sell it to? - I have a guy.

- Where? - In Barbès.

You must be really good.

Overall number one draft pick of pick-pockets.

I'm the best.

You'd better be.

Walk up to me and steal my wallet.

OK.

I wouldn't have a guy come up to me in the street and ask me to steal his wallet.

- It doesn't work like that. - Just do it.

OK, OK. Er...

Well, I'd walk up to the guy, avoid eye contact,

step to the side, look him in the eye and then I'd be gone.

- Still there. - But the money's gone.

See, I took the wallet the first time

and then put it back the second, only without the money.

It's all about the distraction.

You were too busy watching me to see what I was doing.