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- Sam? - Mum!

Dad, can you hear me? Dad!

Dad, where are you?

I want my son!

I need to find my son!

- Mum, what's happening? - He's blind. He can't see.

Up against the wall now!

Wait!

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Sam.

Happy birthday to you.

Gonna make a wish? Yeah? Did you do it?

- Yeah. - Good boy, good boy.

- Right. This candle is, uh, fierce. - It's still going.

Okay, now we can cut the cake.

What flavor do you think it is?

- Strawberry. - Yes.

- Nailed it. - Big piece for the birthday boy.

Here comes your cake. It's coming.

And there's your fork. Yeah? Got it? Okay.

Small piece? Big piece?

That's for Dad. Mm, well, it looks good.

- Let's see. - How does it taste?

Amazing.

- Do you think it's time? - Yeah. Would you like your gift?

- Yeah? - Yes, please.

Wait for a second. Great.

And... here you go, my man.

No way. Lewis Hamilton's F1 W06 Mercedes.

Your dad had to scour the internet to find one.

Thanks. I love it.

- Can you take our picture, please? - Sure.

Check your face. All good.

Happy birthday, Sam.

- Mum. - Did I embarrass you?

Yes, you embarrassed me. You always embarrass me. And Sam.

- Did I? - Yes.

- I'm sorry. - Oh, it's fine. It's over now.

What's the matter?

I think it's time for someone to learn how to drive.

- Andy, no. - Why not?

My father put me behind the wheel when I was his age.

He's got this. You've got this, right, Sam?

- Definitely. - Okay. Come on.

- Seriously? - This is gonna be awesome.

Always knew I was gonna die young.

Okay, come on. Nice and slow.

- Watch your head. - Mum, I don't know.

- All right, we're doing it. - And... All right, now...

I'm gonna be your eyes, Sam, okay?

We're just gonna go straight and easy for a minute.

So, taking my hands off the wheel,

and now I am taking my foot off of the brake.

- And... here we go. - Okay...

That's it. That's all you, Sam. That's it.

- Straight and easy. - Is he doing it?

- He's doing it. - Yes. Okay, a little bit left.

- Oh, my God. - Can we go faster?

Hang on, people.

F1 superstar Sam Yeats wants more speed. Here we go.

You're doing it, baby. You're really doing it.

- I'm doing it. - Yes, you are.

Happy birthday, Sam.

Okay.

Andy?

I just... Give me a minute.

Mr. Yeats, peace be unto you.

And peace be upon you.

Sorry to bother you, Mr. Al-Rashid needs you in Luzrah immediately.

Why? What's the problem?

We can't give you details. You must come with us now.

I understand.

He's never done this before. Ever.

Just... summoned me out of the blue.

So... whatever's happening, it has to be serious.

Yeah. And you have to fix it?

It's a massive corporation.

There must be 100 people he could call.

No, Elena. There aren't.

- Andy, your son is having surgery. - And I will be there.

I'll meet you in Paris.

I'll be there.

Dad?

Are you leaving?

Because I was going to read some Treasure Island to you before bed.

Yes, Sam, I have to leave.

There's been an emergency at work, and I need to go see if I can help.

So, you're not coming to Paris?

- To my operation? - Of course I am.

It's Tuesday. Your surgery's on Friday,

and it's gonna be amazing,

and I'll be there because evidence to the contrary,

your father is not as big a jerk as your mother thinks he is right now.

Love you, Dad.

Oh... I love you, my man, and I will be there.

Okay? I promise.

Dad, can I go to Edinburgh?

Of course... not.

- What's in Edinburgh? - Big climate march this weekend.

Uh, isn't there one of those here this week?

One of "those," yeah.

It's really weird, me trying to wake people up.

And it's weird to travel to Scotland

when you've got a demonstration right on your doorstep.

All those unnecessary emissions.

You might say it's morally irresponsible.

But, hey, I could see why you'd be interested.

Edinburgh's a very fun town.

Well, it's ironic that there's all these climate marches going on,

and here you are rushing off to do your oil overlords' bidding.

You know, I don't think that's the proper usage of "ironic."

Yeah, I think "shitty" is maybe a better word?

Really, Laura, this is hard enough.

Yeah, I can see why it's hard missing out on duty free

'cause you're in your private jet, but for me,

what's hard is people are dying because of the dystopian hellscape

that you are trying to create.

Look after the house.

- Mum drinks when you're away. - She does not.

And be nice to your mother, all right?

- And no parties. - I'm not making any promises.

I don't want this house smelling like a pub.

- Have fun saving the world. - Have fun destroying it.

Andy, sorry to drag you away like this,

but I really need your help.

Comes with the job.

Why the extra security?

Just precautionary. Everything's fine.

How's Elena?

Sam's procedure is on Friday,

so as long as I'm in Paris by then...

If there's anything we can do...

It's the Al Shizal refinery. It's a mess.

Systems shut down, equipment failure.

- You name it, we got it. - The scientists' assessment?

We need your particular brand of molecular science to fix it.

Something's wrong with the oil. They've never seen anything like it.

I'm assuming you've shut down the plant?

And we're hemorrhaging lots of cash.

Whatever you can do to fix this,

the Al Shizal team is at your disposal.

These are our findings so far.

I'll read them on the drive out.

I'm worried, Andy. Something bad's happening here.

We'll get to the bottom of it.

Thank you. Thank you, Andy. I knew I could count on you.

Please.

One more thing, the British Government sent a representative.

- The British government? - She'll shadowing you.

Mika Bakhash, Andy Yeats.

- Pleasure to meet you. - Yeah, likewise.

I'm curious as to why the British government send a rep.

International supply networks require that our partners

be informed.

Mr. Al-Rashid is handling our interest in the region

with suitable discretion.

- What's the government's interest? - Same as yours, I imagine.

If there's a problem with Luzrah's oil supply,

the consequences will be far reaching.

- And the UK... - Gets its oil from the North Sea.

- So that doesn't really track. - Cause and effect, Andy.

When one domino falls, the rest are sure to follow.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

Andy, you know Farooq. Part of my security team.

- Good to see you, Farooq. - And you, Andy.

Miss Bakhash, Farooq.

Safe journey.

- Andy, keep me posted. - Of course, Khalil.

Miss Bakhash.

Andy.

Mr. Rashid wanted you to have it. Secure line.

- You'll be in Paris in two days. - Yes. Excellent.

Two days?

Well, I'm gonna have to restrain myself

not to look over your shoulder too much.

I'm guessing restraint's not your strong suit.

Okay, this landmark used over 18000 individual metallic parts,

2.5 million rivets, and 40 tons of paint.

And buried underneath, there's a secret bunker

used during WW II as a military radio base.

- Really? - Yes, Mum, the Eiffel Tower.

You are so smart.

What the hell is this today?

Leave us here.

We can walk the rest of the way.

Sorry, madam, everyone is insane today.

- Thank you. - Thank you, madam.

Have a nice stay in Paris.

Okay, sweetheart, jump out.

The hospital's only a few blocks away.

We're just gonna walk the rest of the way. It's not far.

Fuck...

All right.

How you feeling? Are you ready?

I'm supposed to say yes, but no, not really.

Me neither.

But we have two days to prepare ourselves, and we're tough, right?

- Right. - Okay.

Let's do this.