Liaison (2023) s01e03 Episode Script

1
When you called from London,
you spoke of a certain woman.
Huh? No, what woman?
You really think I'm
an asshole, don't you?
You said she wouldn't do it
for the money. Who is she?
Alison Rowdy.
Alison?
- Your Alison?
- Yeah, Alison Rowdy.
There it is.
You and Alison made contact in London?
We've always maintained
contact, all along.
She treated you like shit,
and you go on seeing her?
- I thought you were prouder than that.
- She was the only one who could help me.
That right?
She made a life for
herself by turning you in.
Not to mention blaming you
for that redhead's death.
- You should hate her for that.
- Vlado. Vlado.
- What the fuck is going on?
- No, that's it! Get out of here!
What the fuck is wrong with this guy?
- Are you serious?
- All right, sit down.
You're right, I do hate her in a way.
- Excuse me.
- Yeah?
Wanna give me another bottle? Thanks.
Ah, don't worry. I
don't give a fuck anyway.
She got older, she gained weight.
No longer what she was.
Here.
Nathalie was her name.
The redheaded woman.
- Oh, yeah?
- You want some advice?
Never trust Alison. And stay away.
Here.
I got you her cell phone.
What do you think I'm doing? Huh?
Nothing.
My love.
You need to sleep.
You know that thing
we said we'd never do?
We should do it.
Let's get married.
I know, I know, I know.
Darling, I love you.
And the thought of
being without you is
I love you.
Hey there. Don't look
so hot this morning.
- Yeah, I'm a little rundown.
- Uh-huh.
I came straight here after
we hung out last night.
- Straight here? Really?
- Yeah, I had my guys working all night.
We found something
that might interest you.
Is that right?
Take a look.
Play it.
That's Samir's wife.
- Myriam Hamza.
- Yeah.
Ah, the usual route.
Syria, Turkey, Greece.
She used his papers.
That's how we found her.
She put in a request to
remain in the Schengen Area.
They transferred her to Belgium.
We obtained a phone number
and checked her calls.
One number comes up every day.
It's probably Samir.
All right, let's go get
coffee. I could use some.
still unclear where
the responsibility lies
for this incident and
services agreed to spend
Almost done.
pending further investigation.
Eyewitnesses report ambulances
were on-site within minutes.
I'll prescribe her some
medication for the pain.
Thank you, Doctor.
You had a rough night, didn't you?
A major investigation by the British
Transport Police is now underway.
I'll come back and see you tomorrow.
- Okay?
- Thank you.
Don't worry. She's healing
well. She's going to be fine.
The prime minister's
given his condolences
Thank you, Doctor. See you tomorrow.
and has paid tribute to the victims
and the response of
the emergency services.
16-year-old Kevin Abbot
died from his injuries
at St. Callum's Hospital earlier
today, bringing the death toll to four.
- Other victims
- Darling, I'm so sorry.
remain in critical condition.
The busy commuter train was
approaching King's Cross station
when it collided with a freight
train departing the de
- You want coffee?
- No, thanks.
If you stop bullshitting me for
one second, there are two teams.
I'm on one side, trying
to sniff out the hackers,
and then there's another
team trying to take 'em out.
Yeah, so? What the hell are
you trying to say anyway?
- Wanna pull out? Is that it?
- No.
But you know when I locate
Samir, he'll be dead.
Is that what you want? I mean,
is that your client's request?
My client's name is Didier Taraud.
He's the National Security
Adviser at the Élysée.
He runs the task force which they
formed to counterbalance the DGSE.
And what else do we know?
Brilliant, ambitious, educated.
He's a man of finance. He loves money.
He could probably make ten times more
if he worked in the private sector.
Well, nothing we can do.
It's protected by TrueCrypt.
Impossible to crack it.
I told you that.
All right, well, we
have to locate Samir.
New identity and cover story.
You go to Brussels, bring
his wife back to Paris.
Samir will have to follow.
Mmm.
Sabine Louseau, Taraud's mistress.
She works at the European Commission.
She's on the train this
afternoon, Paris to Brussels.
You make her acquaintance.
That way we know Taraud's
not trying to double-cross us.
Sorry, but but this
whole thing smells like shit.
Okay? I'm not interested
in getting whacked.
So, with the risk and
the mental duress
Mental duress? What duress?
Hey. I had to reestablish
communication with Alison.
Right. Because you had to see
how fat and ugly she turned out.
Yeah. Anything interesting in here?
Nothing but boring pictures.
This girl is either completely clean,
or else she's really
suspicious, or just careful.
Hmm. Well, anyway, here's
what I'm getting at.
I got paid for one job, but
now it looks like I have two.
So, I'm gonna need more money.
Excuse me.
Mother.
Gabriel.
So you're the bastard who took my phone.
I needed something to remember you by.
Go ahead, have some
fun while you still can.
Mom, hang on a second.
Don't worry.
Don't panic. I'll be there.
I'm getting on a train to
Brussels. Our plans won't change.
You found Samir? He's there?
Uh, no.
I have no idea.
I'll have to talk
about it with his wife.
Because she might know, right?
I gather you're not alone?
Oh, come on.
No reason to be jealous, huh?
Okay, great. I'll be in
Brussels this afternoon.
Call me as soon as you hear anything.
I love you, Mummy.
Men and their mothers.
And mine is no spring chicken either.
- Taking their time.
- Mmm. Yeah, he takes forever.
- Oh, you're going to Brussels?
- Oh, yeah.
Yeah, me too. But have you noticed?
We're running late, apparently.
- Yes, I know.
- Hello.
Hello. Coffee, please.
- Yes, please.
- All right.
- And a chocolate croissant.
- Right.
And, uh, a croissant.
Coming up.
Watching my weight.
EUROPE AID
- Oh, you work for them?
- Well, not for them.
I work with them often.
- Pleasure.
Jean-Marc. - Sabine.
Ah. Unbelievable! Like my mother.
My mother's name is Sabine.
Coincidence.
Scary.
All right. Let's keep this trip
under wraps until I speak to the PM.
Just go to Brussels and get
the deal done. All right?
What about Gleason? He'll crucify us.
Aw, for fuck's sake, Mark.
Have you got any other ideas?
People are dying. Now,
I'm losing sleep at night.
- Are you sleeping okay at night?
- No, Richard. I'm not sleeping very well.
Do you think I like sending you
guys, cap in hand, to Brussels?
The prime minister's visiting that
poor boy's parents this afternoon.
Maybe you could talk to him
there, away from Gleason.
You know, actually, that's a good idea.
Good luck.
There you go.
Well, I'll be here for
I'm not sure how long.
- Thanks.
- Whenever you like, just give me a ring.
I'll think about it.
- You in a hotel or are you
- No, I have an apartment here.
Ah, right, of course.
- I should maybe take my suitcase.
- Sorry.
So, cramique? Ever had
cramique or craquelin, all that?
- No, I haven't.
- Know what it is?
We should go get you some craquelin.
Hello? Hello.
I'm here about Mrs. Hamza, Myriam Hamza.
This is her asylum request
which has been accepted.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Ah, uh, here she is.
She got here yesterday.
She's still in quarantine.
Okay, good. Thanks.
Excuse me. How are you?
Where's the main office, please?
Would you mind, can I see your pass?
Go down here, make a left.
- On the left?
- Right.
Thanks.
Right, Myriam Hamza, this window here.
Mrs. Hamza. I've found you at last.
My Arabic is a little rusty.
I'm Lounès Cordier.
But more importantly, how
are you? How's your health?
I am well, thank you.
Thanks be to God.
And how about your son? Hicham, is it?
He is well, thanks be to God.
Thanks be to God.
Do you speak French?
French?
- No.
- Okay.
So, Madame Hamza, if you don't mind,
I will carry on in English.
Okay.
So,
you filed an application,
uh, for asylum in France,
for you and your son, Hicham,
but I don't see any
application for your husband.
He is not with me.
Okay. You know where he is?
No, I don't.
That's all right. That's all right.
So, that's okay. It's not a problem.
I will take you and
your son to France now,
and we take care of your husband later.
- It's not a problem.
- Now? You want, uh, go now?
Madame Hamza.
Myriam?
Are you happy here? Are you at ease?
Listen, you've been granted
for asylum in France,
which means we can find you a
house, and a job for your husband.
But if you'd rather stay
here, it's okay. I mean
No. I don't want to stay
here. I want to go to France.
But?
What? Your husband doesn't
agree to it? Is that it?
- Yes?
- I don't know.
Um
Do you have a number, email?
Can you communicate with your husband?
Uh, I have number.
Yes, well, okay.
Just go You call your husband
now, and I'll wait for you here. Okay?
- Okay.
- Okay.
So? Couldn't you get through?
We We have a
System.
System. I leave message. He calls back.
Well, unfortunately, you have
to make your decision now.
I'll come. Wait for me, please, sir?
I'll go and get my son.
You can call me Lounès. Lounès.
Thank you, Lounès. You're very kind.
Fine.
I I will go to
Ms. Rowdy, how do you do?
I'm Sabine Louseau, Mr.
Vandermeer's Chef de Cabinet.
- Mr. Bolton. A pleasure to see you again.
- Nice to see you.
This way, please.
The committee is already in session,
but I managed to squeeze you in.
Hold on a second. Squeeze
us into a committee?
We're not here to pitch a deal.
We're here to sign the version
that was already negotiated.
That was two years ago.
Our minister was
assured by Mr. Vandermeer
that the agreement
would be signed today,
on the same terms.
Our British friends. Always want
to have their cake and eat it.
We'd like to see Mr.
Vandermeer now, please.
I'm afraid he's in Berlin.
Madame Louseau, I feel you're
giving us the runaround.
I only ask you to respect
our procedure, Ms. Rowdy.
Europe is not
a free-for-all.
Mark!
We can't just leave. She's lying.
Yeah, of course she's lying.
And who the fuck is she anyway?
Every time I come here,
there's some twat in Chanel,
telling me they'll squeeze me in.
Of course she's lying.
But why would she do that?
This is payback for leaving, obviously.
So petty. It's like a jealous ex.
They just make you
pay, and pay, and pay.
I've got a meeting.
The hotel is that direction.
It's, um, second on the left.
- Hello. How are you?
- Ah, hello.
Uh, this is Samir.
Yeah, he's Syrian. Say
hello, Samir. Say hello.
Say it.
Just a minute.
Okay, Samir.
He just
God be with you.
- Madame Hamza?
- Yes.
- Myriam Hamza?
- Yes.
Your basic vaccinations
are out of date, Madame.
You must get vaccinated.
No, um, I was vaccinated in Greece.
That doesn't count. We must
take you to the hospital.
Check Check again.
No, no. Hospital, now.
Hello, this is Myriam.
I can't take your call, so leave
a message and I'll get back to you.
Yes, yes, you go to the hospital now.
- No!
- You must get your vaccinations.
No! Help me!
Help me! Help me! No!
Stop!
Help me! Help me! Help me!
Stop! Leave her alone! Stop! Stop!
Traffickers! Traffickers!
Pick up, Myriam.
- Who were these men?
- I don't know.
My husband has some problems.
What? What kind of problems?
Lounès! Lounès!
Wake up!
My dear.
Gabriel?
Lounès is hurt.
Lounès?
It's me.
I need you.
Where are you?
Hello.
- I need to borrow this.
- Okay, but
Okay.
Welcome to Antropa.
Welcome to Antropa.
Good afternoon, Mr. Bolton.
Please come this way.
Sir?
Hey, Mark. How are you?
Two coffees, please.
Yeah. Okay.
Hmm.
Hmm. Okay.
Okay. See you.
Bob, have you implicated me in
the deaths of British citizens?
Ah. So, you're not here to tell me
you messed up the deal
with the commission.
I didn't sign up for this.
I did my bit at the Centre.
That was supposed to be all.
Don't be naive.
We're not paying for small
stakes. We want the whole thing.
Civilian and military contracts
with the UK government.
So, the crash was planned.
Not originally.
But after those Syrians hacked
us, we had to turn up the heat.
Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.
All right. I'm done.
I'd say we've paid enough for
you to wait a few more days.
Bob, forget it. I'm out!
And if anything happens to me,
there is a file with all the information
ready to go straight to the authorities.
Don't flatter yourself.
You're not the first one
to walk out on us, Mark.
Lounès, here.
Don't take advantage.
Come on.
Where are we going?
Are you two together?
He said his name Lounès.
His name is Gabriel.
So he lied.
I don't get asylum in France.
Gabriel lied to protect you.
Your husband has very
important information.
He's in danger and so are you.
You. Who are you?
My name is Alison. I work
for the British government.
We're gonna protect
you and your husband.
And now, where are we going now?
Just Just trust me.
You need to trust me. Okay?
Almost there.
Hi. I'm Alison Rowdy in 305.
I was wondering if you might
have a room for my friend here.
Um, well, we're pretty full,
but let me see what I can do.
Thank you.
Could you put it over there, please?
Will that be all, ladies?
Yes. Thank you.
Okay for you?
It's gonna be okay.
- Okay, let's go. Nice and easy.
- I'm good.
Ow.
Hang on. Let me do it. Let me.
Are you okay?
Call your husband.
Tell him you're in trouble.
Tell him to call me. Hurry!
Okay, okay.
- And then take out the battery.
- Okay.
Thank you.
Does she know where Samir is?
There is a code.
She leaves a message, then he
calls back on another phone.
You might wanna see a doctor.
Why? You don't wanna
play doctor with me?
Look, just grab it and
turn it a little bit.
See? It's like a hook. You
don't have to take it out.
Tug it out without ripping it.
- You follow?
- Mmm-hm.
And the disinfectant, keep applying it.
- Right.
- Cool.
Go ahead.
What is it?
Don't be scared.
Huh?
Come on.
There.
- Now turn.
- Wait.
Okay, go ahead.
Okay.
Did you get it?
- Yeah.
- Do it again.
- One more?
- Yeah.
Go ahead.
Oh. Oh, shit!
Come and sit, will you?
You've been through a lot.
And if you hate me,
you wouldn't be wrong.
The point is, I just
The memories of us are
something I'd like to forget.
I've been trying to move on.
I've been with someone for five
years, and we're getting married.
And, uh, does he know?
Did you tell him everything?
No.
You love him?
Yes, I do. Very much so.
"Very much."
He's a good guy?
What's wrong with being a good guy?
I'm trying to tell you I've changed.
- You think we can change?
- I hope so.
I don't like the girl I used to
be at all. I hate what happened.
It was an accident.
But now I don't think
we could be friends.
I mean, or anything.
Hmm. Yeah, sure.
Right, there you go.
What are you saying?
What are you telling me, huh?
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
Hello.
What do you want to say?
Huh?
That's right.
You soothed him. Thank you.
God bless him.
Richard.
What's wrong?
Richard?
It's happening again. Another hack.
They've got complete
control of the grid.
Do we have a deal?
No, not yet.
Get it done.
Oh, here comes the wicked
fucking witch of the west.
Mr. Vandermeer's still in Berlin.
Well, we would like a contact
number for him, then, please.
Maybe I wasn't clear
the last time we spoke.
Alison, if you'd give me and
Ms. Louseau a moment, please.
Now you think You may
think you have carte blanche
to make these kinds of decisions,
but when your boss finds out
that you're obstructing the deal
that we spent the last
six months negotiating
- Mr. Vandermeer's office, please.
- Oh, of course.
It's, uh, just through on the left here.
- Thank you.
- No problem.
Yes, Monday morning, 9:30 a.m.
Hello. Excuse me.
Mr. Vandermeer? I'm Alison Rowdy,
Richard Banks' private secretary.
Sorry. Yeah, yes.
One second.
Um, I thought you'd left.
An issue with the terms, I was told.
I think there may have been
a bit of a miscommunication.
We need to rejoin the European
shield as soon as possible.
Well, I'll have the paperwork prepared.
Um, I can be ready to
sign at eight this evening.
Perfect. Mr. Bolton
and I will see you then.
Great.
Lucky for me, Mr. Vandermeer
is back from Berlin.
An adviser of Richard Banks.
The woman with Bolton.
Got a name?
Alison Rowdy.
- You think she knows?
- That I'm trying to block the deal?
Yeah, she got that part.
What should I do?
Okay, tonight, don't be around
when they come in to sign.
They'll sign whether I'm there or not.
I put a lot of money in a
Swiss bank account for you,
so don't argue with me.
- Don't talk to me like that.
- Then just listen.
Nothing is signed yet, so make
sure that tonight you can't make it
'cause your son is sick.
And you let Vandermeer
manage the Brits himself.
Just take the money back.
And what about Pierre?
It takes a lot of money
to raise a handicapped kid.
Bob, what the fuck? Who's that
moron you sent to Brussels?
He obviously doesn't get it.
What's the problem?
Problem? They're supposed
to sign an agreement tonight,
and there's nothing I
can do to prevent it.
How am I supposed to pay
this in such a short time?
- Sabine!
- Jean-Marc.
So glad you remembered my name.
I could really use a
drink. What do you say?
I'd love it.
You free in an hour?
I'll make it work.
See you later. I'll send you an address.
So, of course, there are no cameras
in the wards, only the corridors.
- Mm-hmm.
- But watch.
- Is that Delage?
- Yes.
So, he used the chaos from the
crash to slip in and finish him off?
That would have been convenient, but no.
Walid died of Scoline poisoning.
It's a slow-acting paralyzing agent
that puts the victim into a coma.
He stopped breathing 24 hours later.
So, he would have already been dying?
There's something else.
Alison.
Hang on.
We were together downstairs.
She gets a call from Banks,
goes up to see Walid because she
knows he's in the same hospital.
And runs into Delage.
They're in there together
for exactly 45 seconds.
What?
She can't have known it was him.
Now Walid's just died.
Delage hurries out, and
as Rowdy stays in the room.
My God.
So, she didn't mention to you
someone else was in the room?
- Hello. Welcome.
- Hello.
- How are you?
- Just fine.
That must hurt. And I thought
my day was going badly.
It's nothing. Just a scratch.
- Another.
- Okay.
No, I didn't care he was
married. I found him fascinating.
I would take anything he had to offer.
I got addicted to his world. Crazy, huh?
No.
I was addicted once too.
I behaved like an idiot.
I suppose, in those situations,
it comes down to a choice.
Either you leave or you die.
And so you walked away,
and you just broke up?
Yep.
Well, to be honest
she's in my head, I
still think about her,
but that's just
nostalgia, it's the past.
You see her often?
No. No, I don't.
It's impossible.
Yeah, but we have a child together.
That's something. You have a child?
Mmm.
- To the children
- Yes.
of others.
Hello. You've reached
Mark Bolton's phone.
I'm afraid I can't take your
call at the moment, but please
I wonder if you could call
Mr. Bolton's room, please.
Room 105, yes?
Yeah.
Hang on.
Thank you. What a gentleman.
I'll get in on the other side.
- You sure about this?
- Yes.
Right.
Let's go.
Mark!
Nice place.
Shh. The nanny's sleeping in there.
Hang on.
Shh, shh.
You definitely saw
him enter the building?
- Yes.
- Okay.
Well, surely he hasn't gotten lost.
- Uh, Gerry.
- Yeah. Yep, yep.
You haven't seen Mark Bolton,
have you? Ms. Rowdy's colleague?
- Uh, no, sir. Sorry.
- Thank you.
By the way, Sabine said to say
she's sorry she couldn't be here.
Something rather urgent came
up, she said. A personal matter.
Excuse me.
Ms. Rowdy, are you all right?