Mort Hunted

MUEZZIN CHANTS

IN FRENCH:

Non.

THEY SPEAK FRENCH

Oui.

SHOUTING AND BANGING

SIREN

SIREN

Saw you breathing.

Did not.

Hurry up.

IN FRENCH:

Ah, oui, d'accord.

Merci, merci.

Let's go.

Dr Hill?

-Yes...?

-I'm going to get you out of here.

I know you're in pain, but you have to move quickly and do exactly what I say.

-Do you understand?

-Yes.

-OK.

-Where are we going?

-Somewhere safe.

You're not Government, are you? Who hired you?

Do you want to get out of here or not?

You're on time.

Well, I thought I'd make the effort, seeing as it's a special occasion.

How's that head?

Where are you taking me? What going on?

Yeah.

You need a rest, Doc.

-You're good to go.

-See you at base.

Let's go.

Vite! Vite!

HUBBUB OF VOICES

You shouldn't be here.

I missed you.

So how much longer are we going to keep doing this?

-We should go.

-Keel's going to catch on to us, sooner or later.

He might.

Let's leave on our own terms while we still can.

What is it?

-There's something I have to tell you.

-OK.

-Not now.

-Well, when?

-Cafe Khalil, four o'clock. Don't be late.

-I won't.

-Right.

IN ARABIC:

IN ARABIC:

IN ARABIC:

SCREAMING

COCK CROWS

Thanks.

-BABY GURGLES

-Hello, you.

'Let's leave on our own terms while we still can.

'There's something I have to tell you.

-'Not now...

-Well, when?

-Café Khalil, four o'clock.

'Don't be late.'

Let's read it again.

This is the story of the Snow Maiden.

Once upon a time...

-He looks funny.

-He looks very handsome.

I did it!

Come on, in you get.

Goodbye, house.

You stay nice and dry.

I'll take it.

The very second I open my eyes each morning,

I consider the infinite variables of chaos that can occur during a working day,

because I like to be one step ahead. I don't like to be on the back foot.

I don't like it at all.

But I'm on the back foot now,

because of all the infinite variables of chaos I pondered this morning,

the one that never crossed my mind was that you'd be standing in front of me.

An explanation would be good.

I decided to retire.

That decision's not yours to make.

Good thing I changed my mind, then.

What's up?

Sam?

Deacon.

I thought you were dead.

Guess not.

You disappeared without trace for over a year.

I've had daily signals placed in 24 newspapers for the last six months.

I haven't been reading the papers.

-Where did you go?

-Sightseeing.

"Sightseeing"?

Mmm, I was tired.

I needed a change of scenery.

-I'd be happy to take a polygraph.

-You can beat a polygraph.

-We need to know where you've been, Sam.

-And I don't want to tell you.

But if the question is whether you can still trust me, you can.

Do you expect to come back to work?

-I'm your best operative.

-I put my neck on the block for you.

I still have to report up, you know.

I still have to deal with the questions, did you think about that?

-Did you think about the chaos you unleashed?

-Do I get my job back?

There's the door.

DOOR CLOSES We need her back.

You know that.

So does she.

PHONE RINGS

Yes?

Be here tomorrow. 0800.

Well, well! Look who dragged her ass back in the door.

Hasan. Good to see you too.

Nice boots.

Thanks.

Put your tongue back in your head.

Sam, right?

Ian Fowkes.

Fowkes is ex-Special Forces.

He's new to the private sector.

My first op, actually.

Really looking forward to working with you.

Uh-huh.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-Morning.

-Morning.

Let's start.

OK, target is Jack Turner, he worked the Docks mid- to late...

Sorry I'm late.

You're back.

Looks like it.

I'd have brought a cake if I'd known.

Zoe.

As I was saying, Jack Turner, he worked the docks in the mid- to late-'70s.

Extortion, blackmail...

you name it.

Then, after they shut down, he went into property.

He made a killing on the Docklands.

He obviously upset a few people because in 1996 his eldest son, John, was found murdered and mutilated.

Jack played the markets shrewdly and now runs his investments out of a townhouse off Regent's Park.

Personal wealth in excess of £300 million.

-WHISTLES

-Blimey!

There are questions regarding how Mr Turner accumulated his wealth.

Some of his business associates have disappeared or turned up dead.

Mr Turner is currently bidding to acquire the Upper Khyber Dam,

it's a billion-pound hydroelectric facility.

The Pakistani Minister for Privatisation is auctioning it off to the highest bidder,

against fierce political opposition.

There's a presidential candidate, Fatima Zahir,

she's vowed to block the sale if she wins the election next month.

A billion-pound utility seems a bit out of Mr Turner's league.

He's staking his entire fortune on it.

So he'll use all his old tricks to ensure he wins.

-And our client wants us to ensure that he loses?

-Yeah.

But not until we find out what Mr Turner's game really is.

The agenda behind the agenda.

What's our play?

Sam will be the draw.

And the target?

Stephen Turner, Jack's surviving son.

Stephen's public-school educated, he's a lawyer, widowed with a young son, Edward, aged ten.

They live in the Regent's Park house with Jack.

-What happened to the mother?

-Suicide, last year.

Jack Turner is controlling and aggressive. It won't be easy getting to Stephen,

-or giving him a reason to trust you.

-I assume you have a plan.

Study the files. We have a lot of prep and not a lot of time.

- Good job, Zoe. - Thanks.

You good?

What did you expect? I'm a spy.

Nice place.

You've seen it. You can go now.

I knew you'd come back, Sam.

You couldn't stay away, even if it meant they'd try killing you again.

How did you know anyone did?

Sam, that cafe was a bloodbath.

-Is that what you told Keel?

-Keel doesn't know.

Or at least I didn't tell him.

-Why not?

-I figured if you didn't report in, you must have your reasons.

How did you know I wasn't dead?

HE SHOUTS IN ARABIC

I saw your footprint.

Not a pulse in the place.

-Sam, what happened?

-I was set up.

-By who?

You think it was me.

No-one knew else knew where I'd be.

-Only you.

-OK.

I can see that.

I might even think the same thing.

Except that it's me you're talking about, Sam.

-Right. So someone else found out where I'd be...

-That's right. They must have.

-How?

-I don't know.

Not a pulse in the place...

The bartender was alive when I left.

Oh, he was most definitely dead.

Someone was sent to clean up.

Sort of thing you're good at.

OK, since you've got it all worked out, let's say, yes, I did order a hit on you,

I couldn't go the normal route of "It's not working out between us,

"we both want different things, it's not you, it's me." No, let's go for an assassination instead.

But why would I want to kill my own child?

I knew what you wanted to talk to me about, Sam.

I knew every tiny little inch of you.

You think I hadn't noticed?

I knew.

Did, er, did you...?

That answer your question?

For God's sake, Sam...

you can't think that this was down to me.

Why would I want to do that to you?

We were in love.

We were.

So you want to find out who tried to kill you and why.

And you think the best way of doing that is to let them try again.

So you come back.

I mean, you had to, sooner or later.

But ask yourself this...

why won't you trust me?

Is it because you don't love me any more?

Or is it because you're afraid you still do?

'You have one new message.' BEEP

WOMAN: I'm here, you're late.

I'm here, you're late.

I'm here, you're late.

I'm here, you're late.

I'm here, you're late.

Doors closing.

PHONE PINGS

IN ARABIC:

Sam, hide, get down!

Get off me.

Get off me, I'm calling the police.

No!

Nooo!

ROCK MUSIC BLARES

Eddie...

Eddie, stick with me.

Eddie!

Eddie!

Move! Get out of here!

Hey!

SHOUTING

Eddie!

Eddie, are you ok?

Miss Kent.

You all right? You OK?

You're OK.

All in one piece.

Granddad's little soldier, aren't you, eh, Eddie, eh?

Course you are.

Course you are. Now you go with Mrs S.

She'll give you some ice-cream. Everything'll be all right. Grandad'll sort it. Good boy.

-What happened?

-Dad, it was quick, it was so quick, professional...

-What did he look like?

-I don't know, he was Middle Eastern, I think, I don't know, it was quick.

-Who's this?

-Dad, this is Alex Kent. She saved Eddie.

Got any ID?

-For Christ's sake!

-ID.

-AMERICAN ACCENT:

-Yes...

Yank.

-What are you, a tourist?

-Not exactly.

< Mr Turner?

Be with you in one sec, gents. Thank you.

What, then? If not a tourist, what are you?

I'm here for a few months, looking for work.

Do you want to stop this? She saved Eddie.

-Saved him.

-And we're very grateful.

Stephen, a word.

-I'm sorry, Miss Kent.

-Oh, it's OK, really.

No, it isn't.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Would you like me to make a statement for the police?

-That won't be necessary, Miss Kent.

-OK.

You wanted to see me?

Crane tells me it all went according to plan.

If you call terrifying a ten-year-old boy a plan.

It's for the greater good.

Since when was one of our clients interested in the greater good?

You wanted to come back, and I took you on.

Despite the fact that you lied to me, and you're still lying to me.

-I've said all I have to say.

-I brought you to this company.

I gave you a career.

And I'm not ungrateful.

You have a strange way of expressing your gratitude.

Why did you want to see me, Mr Keel?

We have a breach.

Bit of a coincidence, don't you think? Springing a leak just as you come back.

Are you accusing me?

I don't make accusations until I have the evidence to back them up,

but when I have it, I will be remorseless, obviously.

You look drained. It suits Alex Kent, it doesn't suit Sam Hunter.

When you're ready to talk, I'm here.

Principal give you a spanking?

-Keel never leaves marks.

-He just don't like secrets, unless of course they're his.

So you're not going to tell him, but you're going to tell me, right?

Oh, you know me better than that.

Are these the men you saw?

-That's them.

-Yeah.

These are Turner's partners.

From KPEK, the Norwegian firm that would manage the dam.

-No surprise, then.

-Yeah.

-Stephen call you yet?

-Not yet, but he will.

Let me know when he does. PHONE RINGS

Like I said!

-AMERICAN ACCENT:

-Hello?

Oh, hi, Alex, it's Stephen here, Stephen Turner.

-How's your little boy?

-Eddie, yeah, he's fine, he's OK.

He's, er...

He's still a bit shocked, actually.

A lot's happened to him recently.

Er, I just wanted to thank you again for what you did.

I really... I don't know how to repay you.

That's really not necessary. Anyone would've done the same.

Yeah, but they didn't. You did.

I wondered...

if I could meet you for a coffee tomorrow, if you have time.

Sure. My schedule's wide open, actually.

Great. Good. Let's say the Boat House, Regent's Park, three o'clock?

Three o'clock. I'll be there.

Game on.

-AMERICAN ACCENT:

-Mr Turner?

-Stephen, please.

It's a remote-control car.

I hope you don't mind, but I saw that Eddie lost his yesterday.

Wow, thank you.

That's very sweet of you.

He was asking after you this morning.

-He wanted to know if you were all right.

-That's so sweet.

-You tell him I'm fine.

-Hi, can I take your order?

Hi, tea, please.

-English breakfast with milk.

I never really drank tea, but I've been in London three months now and I can't live without it.

-You're from Indiana.

-That's right, Bloomington. I grew up there.

Right.

Who do you know in London?

Er...

no-one, really.

I wanted to make a new start, I guess.

My life has...taken a few unexpected turns of late.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

-I know about your car crash last December.

-How do you know about that?

I know your husband and daughter were killed. I'm sorry for your loss.

-Are you checking up on me?

-I don't mean to scare you.

It's just that our lives, mine and Eddie's, they're not usual.

-Everyone gets checked, everyone.

-I didn't ask for this!

I know you came here to London to leave the past behind.

I understand that. Really, I do.

I lost my wife...

I didn't lose her, that's a stupid phrase.

She died.

But I'd go somewhere, I'd go anywhere different, with Eddie, if I could, to start again.

What you did was so completely selfless...

and in my world, no-one's selfless.

I just want to help you.

Help me?

So he wants you to move in?

When?

Now. At once.

His son missed six months of school and needs tutoring.

Alex Kent is an unemployed third-grade teacher who loves children.

-He thought he was doing us both a favour.

-But you declined the offer.

I'm supposed to screw him, not screw over his kid.

But we've been presented with a better opportunity.

If I'm in that house, my movements will be restricted.

-I'll be watched every moment.

-And you can watch them.

You can see and hear everything that goes on in that house.

That's far more useful to us.

Deacon?

Aidan will be point, Zoe will provide intel and run surveillance with Fowkes.

Good.

By the way, no wires.

Why not?

A Chinese agent posing as an investor

wore a wire to a meeting with Jack Turner two weeks ago.

A few days later, his body was found floating in the Thames.

We'll get you out of there as quickly as we can, Sam.

SHE SCREAMS

Get off!

Get off!

Let me out!

Let me out!

I want another handler.

Good morning to you too. Sorry, but you're stuck with me.

Well, get on it with it, then.

A Dutch engineer, Horst Goebel.

He's arriving tonight from City airport to meet the Turners.

What do we know about him?

He appears to be a bit of a cipher. No photos,

just a brief bio online.

He specializes in water contamination.

Do we know the nature of Goebel's business with Turner?

That's what we need you to find out.

Engage him in conversation, copy any documents that he brings with him.

That's going to be a little tough with a ten-year-old on my arm.

Crane figured that.

Video eyes. Plant them in the library.

Keel says there's a mole on the team.

Who?

-He doesn't know.

-Then, why did he tell you?

Did it occur to you that there is no mole?

That he's just trying to rattle you because he can't bare not knowing where you've been?

So why tell me?

Because if you're the mole, you'll run.

THEY SPEAK DUTCH

IN DUTCH:

Dad!

Yeah?

Ah, Miss Kent, I'm so glad you decided to come.

Hello, Eddie.

-Have you come to stay for a bit?

-For a bit.

Your room's on the second floor. It's just across from Eddie's.

-Mrs Sidwa will show you up.

-Perfect.

-You wanted to see me?

-What's the matter with you?

-You lost your marbles or something?

-Dad, if she hadn't done what she did...

Drop her a couple of grand, thank her very much, end of story.

He asked after her, Dad.

He actually asked after her, you know?

She's the first person Eddie's shown any interest in since Becky died.

A stranger, in this house...

Bingham checked her out.

It'll be good for Eddie having her here.

What do you know about bringing up a kid?

About as much as you.

I did my best.

Well, I'm going to do better.

My firstborn's not going to end up gutted with his dick cut off.

Just get rid of her, Stevie.

Not even biscuits.

And UHT!

I hate UHT. It's got that chalky aftertaste. Makes me gag.

"Ultra-pasteurized".

Is it just me that's bothered?

We could be here weeks drinking this, all of us getting that chalky aftertaste.

-Shut up, Fowkes.

-The reason I left the Forces was so I didn't have to keep drinking this shit.

-I thought it was because they threw you out.

-Yeah, bring that up, why don't you?

That's very painful to me, you know. You're causing me pain.

Why's Hasan on this?

Keel wanted him.

You trust him?

Hell, I don't trust you.

Hasan.

-Urgh! Can I go and get some proper milk?

-No.

Nobody leaves unless specifically ordered.

Fine.

So did you talk to her?

Did she tell you anything? About where she'd been? Anything at all?

Why would she talk to me?

Well, you're a woman. You tell each other things.

I'm a woman?

Shit, man! I wondered what these were doing here!

Funny. Mm-hm.

So once round, thorough check, and I want you phoning in no later than four, all right.

DOOR OPENS

Sir?

The KPEK documents have just arrived.

-Your father would like you to review them.

-OK.

And we're up.

- She's good, all right. - Yeah.

Goebel's arriving on a Lufthansa flight into City in 45 minutes.

All right. Hasan, I want you to go to City Airport and watch for Goebel.

Why can't Fowkes go?

Cos I'm ordering you.

How am I supposed to recognise him?

I'll send you his SIM data. Just track him when he comes online.

Hasan, nip in the shop for us and pick up a few things.

Good lad.

Yes?

That's right.

Where?

Who is this?

KNOCKING

Sir?

What is it, Bingham?

I have some good news.

Shit, scramblers are killing the audio...

SOUND IS BROKEN UP

Something's going on.

Ready for bed?

Would you like me to read you a story?

My mummy read them all to me.

She's not alive any more.

I know. I'm sorry.

Dad said you had a family.

I did.

And...they died, too.

They did.

You know tomorrow...

for your breakfast, we have every cereal,

and whatever's your favourite, we probably have it.

And if we don't, Mrs Sidwa could go get it for you.

I like most things.

But I tell you what, I'll have the same thing as you.

OK.

See you tomorrow morning.

Good night, Eddie.

-Sleep tight...

-Don't let the bed bugs bite.

Come on!

-Eddie sleeping?

-Yeah.

Good.

Thank you again.

Here's to you, Miss Kent.

Call me Alex.

Alex.

-Mr Turner? He's arrived.

-Thank you. ..I won't be a second.

Doctor, I'm so pleased you could make it.

-How was your trip?

-Oh, it was fine, thank you.

Miss Kent, this is Dr Horst Goebel.

Miss Kent.

We're looking for this woman.

You served in the Special Reconnaissance Regiment together.

You're late.

What's your impression of Sam?

Don't speculate on who the client is. Speculation leads to assumption...

Assumption leads to mistakes and mistakes will get you killed!

Sir...

Do you perceive her capabilities to have diminished in any way?

No, I don't perceive that.

A man is down, we rescue him.

I won't need you for this one, Stevie.

Someone betrayed me, someone on the team.

Look, I will help you if you'll let me.

And I'd let you if I could trust you.

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