Liaison

I'm out.

Raise.

I call it.

Here.

Fuck.

That's enough!

Son of a bitch!

...karma.

Look at your face. You're already out of it.

I'm totally wasted.

Cheers.

- Hey! It wasn't me! Hey! - Yeah, I'll be back. I'll be back.

Alex, come on!

I can give you a good time! Come here, please.

Don't move.

Samir, it's me.

Open the door.

Don't move!

London Bridge is falling down

- Falling down, falling down - What's going on?

London Bridge is falling down My fair lady

It's the boss himself. To what do I owe the honor?

I have a job for you. It's urgent.

Give me a second.

I'm listening.

Two Syrian hackers have contacted the French Embassy for political asylum.

- We have to bring them back to Paris. - Do they have passports?

We're preparing them.

And the DGSE?

They're offside. It's just us.

We proceed as usual?

Yes.

Okay.

- Good morning, Mr. President. - Good morning.

- Madam Saint Roch. - Mr. President.

Hello, Didier.

Could we have some coffee?

Right.

So why are you bothering me at seven o'clock in the morning?

We have a problem in Damascus, Mr. President.

In short, we have two Syrian hackers in Damascus requesting political asylum.

They have top secret information

on impending terrorist cyberattacks in Europe.

Attacks? On civilian targets?

At the moment, we don't have any details.

But if they target our infrastructures, there could be civilian casualties.

And who are they? Are they known?

They managed to destroy the Syrian police data servers,

which is Russian technology, the best in the world.

All we know is that they are geniuses, and everyone wants them.

And why did they choose France?

Because of our policy against Assad?

Also, perhaps because one of them studied in Paris and speaks French.

The younger one has never left Damascus.

But it seems like--

We have two options. Hand them over to the Syrian intelligence services

or extract them and bring them back to France.

Do the Syrian intelligence services know that they've contacted the French Embassy?

Not yet, but they'll find out soon.

How long will the DGSE need to extract them?

Two days.

With your approval, I can have them extracted in an hour.

We can't let the Russians get their hands on them before we do, much less the Brits.

Sorry, Sophie, but I was appointed head of the task force,

so I'm implementing new methods.

I've already made a few calls.

We have a reliable contact in Damascus who can take care of it right away.

I think we should go for it.

Very well then. Okay, we'll do that.

Madam Saint Roch, I'm relying on you to make everything go smoothly.

- And you're sure it's a hack? - That's what he said.

Risk assessments in by Wednesday.

Minister.

We'll pick this up later.

Talk to me, Mark.

Well, it sounds worse than it is.

There's been an intrusion into our mainframe last night.

Probably easiest if I show you.

London Bridge is falling down

- Tower Bridge. - Falling down, falling down...

- London Bridge is falling down - Puss in Boots.

My fair lady

What the f--

Someone found a temporary back door into our DMZ, but we've closed it off now.

And?

It was a limited exploit. No payloads.

We've triaged the server, and we're confident no damage has been done.

Who?

We're analyzing the hex code to identify the file signature,

but that'll take a little time.

So, the National Cyber Security Centre,

responsible for the cyber security of the nation,

has been hacked by Puss in Boots.

We really shouldn't panic.

It's almost certainly just a script kiddie.

A what?

Someone in their bedroom. A hobbyist.

They source an existing exploit online,

follow a video on YouTube or wherever,

find an opening, light the fuse, shove it through.

There's a bang and some smoke, but--

Could we just put a lid on the metaphors and the excuses and just let me have it.

Tell me how bad it really is.

It really could have been worse.

Okay. For now, we keep this contained.

But Richard is right, Mark. This is worrying.

We've got to have a thorough investigation, a full report.

Yeah. Well, we're on it.

- I hate to say it... - Then don't.

...but Bolton may be right. There's no evidence yet it's a major breach.

We spend millions on cyber defenses.

We can't be overrun by the first toddler that climbs the wall.

Well, you hired him.

Well, you should have stopped me.

Hello.

How are you? Everything all right?

Yes, yes. Everything's good.

Are you being followed?

No.

So...

on the road to Homs,

at kilometer 100, just before the Turkish border,

Ain Aksa. You'll see a sign.

Okay, thanks. And the passports?

Under the seat.

Thank you. Thank you so much. How will we recognize you?

Don't worry about that. But move your ass. The chopper won't even wait two minutes.

FRENCH REPUBLIC

There are only two passports.

Don't worry.

Is that him?

Yeah.

Don't be scared, honey. Okay? Don't be scared.

Get out.

Take your passport.

- Have you got everything? - Yeah.

- Got your stuff? - Yeah.

Soldiers!

Go! Go!

- Sons of bitches! They lied to us! - Quickly! Get in! Get in!

- Drive! - Samir!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Quickly. Quickly. Go. Go.

Don't move!

Are you okay?

What a success.

I have satellite images of your major screwup. Want to see?

Sure.

This was just sent by our spy satellite.

We have the area under constant surveillance.

I assume that guy is your agent.

I don't know. I don't handle the details.

There are no "details" in this line of work, Didier.

Thanks to you, all these people have disappeared.

They're off the radar.

Thank you, Sophie.

Don't get too excited. I'm not dead yet.

Go on. Get lost. We're keeping him.

French, right? The DGSE.

Where are they? Where are the hackers?

Did you have safe house planned? Anything?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Gabriel? Gabriel!

- Mitzia! Mitzia! - Wait, wait, wait!

- Is this your buddy? - Yes.

We were on a mission together in Liberia.

He's not with DGSE. He's a private contractor.

Monrovia. The airport.

We made a fucking mess there.

This dude is crazy.

Oh, brother.

You still work for Dumas's company?

Yeah, Telkis. Why?

You looking for a job?

Seriously. How much are you making on this operation?

Nowhere near enough.

The guys we're working for would pay a lot more.

Come on. How much do you want?

I want a different life.

I'm tired.

Yes, Richard.

I sent you a draft of the speech. Did you read it?

I did.

Needs some jokes. Work some magic, okay?

- I will. - Bye.

Right.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit, shit. Shit.

Hey.

Call the Raj. Tell them to send over dinner.

What happened?

Richard called.

What, and told you to set fire to the house?

Richard.

- Alison there? - No, no, no. She's--

- She's just jumped into the shower. - Urgent?

- Is it urgent? - If I'm calling, it's always urgent.

Tell her I'll leave the office in five minutes.

Okay, I'll have her call you as soon as she's free.