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Found you.
Didn't know you were looking.
Didn't realise you were leaving.
Just for the weekend.
Were you expecting money for that?
I'll settle for appreciation.
HE SIGHS A vent shaft?
I thought it might be how he got away and... Yeah.
What about the front door?
Tat Picot.
Exactly.
Our little ex-French security operative...
...leaving your 'otel.
- When? - Not long before you...
...locked horns with the manager.
He thought I was crazy.
Whatever gave him that idea?
Although finding you semiconscious, covered in blood,
and mouthing off about a ghoul stuck in his air conditioning
might have momentarily confused his judgment.
But it's all right.
Our friend just managed to spook you.
Which can only mean one thing.
You hit a nerve.
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You eaten?
Thinking about it.
- You? - No.
Got something to do in the morning.
Yeah? What?
So, I'm going to try and get this
judge to subpoena our Mr Picot
to appear before him.
- You think he'll do it? - He should.
He's the investigating magistrate and he's heard both sides.
He seemed keen to.
Except we're talking the French Secret Service here.
Except we're not.
Interesting thing about this Picot fella,
he was sacked from the Secret Service
at exactly the same time as the first judge was retired.
You think there's been a change of guard?
Yes, I do.
And they're using us to weed the old ones out?
Well, would be interesting to see
if anyone else offers us any help.
Yes?
You want to know what happened to that priest?
Who is this?
I can show you.
OK. Where?
Paris catacombs.
- Catacombs? - Two hours.
No, I'm not comfortable with that.
- You are afraid? - Well, yeah. Duh.
That I will hurt you?
Why do you say that?
You are staying in room 219.
The lock is easily slippable.
You walked through a subway last night alone.
So, if I wanted to hurt you...
Why? Why are you watching me?
Because you are in danger.
Who from?
Everyone.
I won't come alone.
You are alone. That is why I have to help you.
How will I find you?
I have found you already.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Michael, I just had a very weird call from a guy.
Says he can help.
Says I'm in danger.
C-Call me back.
Hello, Michael. Here we go again. You ready?
For the chance to piss blood for the
next two weeks? Who wouldn't be?
HE CHUCKLES You'll be home by tea-time.
And dead in a year.
Give me some credit.
Give me six months.
Please.
You'll be fine.
- You've said that before. - Yes.
And you're still here.
Michael. This is my third message.
I'm here now and not totally sure what to do.
Give me a call.
I did not think you would come.
Then you're a man who makes mistakes.
Yeah.
Many.
And, er... what is this?
You do your laptop work here, too?
Millions of people down here, maybe six.
You know that?
Sorry. With all the cloak and dagger,
I forgot to pick up a fact sheet on my way down.
Almost as many were killed in the
Congolese wars. Did you know that?
Well, no-one knows exactly how many for sure.
Or cares.
We stop here.
If only the dead could talk?
What do you think they would say?
"Hurry up, we've got a steam punk convention here at midday"?
Nothing you have been told is true.
Nothing.
Everything you have heard is a lie, from everyone.
Everyone.
Accept these.
The priest, Father Patenaude.
He's alive.
Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto.
Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et
semper, et in saecula saeculorum.
Amen.
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Regarde!
Look at what I've done.
Look at what I've done!
Is this your son?
Elle veut savoir si c'est Pascal.
No, je pas certain.
Je ne peux pas dire. Je sais pas.
She cannot tell.
I know this must be very distressing.
Desole.
But if there's anything about this man you recognise...
Elle veut que vous regarder a nouveau.
Certainement que vraiment pas?
No, je sais pas.
Je sais pas, je sais pas.
Je sais pas.
Please, my aunt is not well. This is not good for her.
Please. Please, if you can...
No, please, enough!
I'm sorry.
You don't recognise him?
I recognise all who answer the call of Saint Benedict.
But this one individually?
In the brotherhood, we are all one.
Is that why you're protecting him?
Who?
Pascal Patenaude.
You'd have to lie to answer that, wouldn't you?
Actually...
...in er...
...Exodus 1:19...
- ..the midwives lie to the Pharaoh. - To save the children.
Yes, yes.
You know your Scripture.
No.
Then, how...?
I don't know, I just... knew...
The Lord... is always here.
And here, always.
Not in mine.
Not me, I kicked him out a long time ago.
No-one is beyond the reach of the Almighty, mademoiselle.
Or the law, Monsieur Abbott...
...if you are found to be obstructing it.
Why are you so...?
Angry?
Suspicious?
- Of you? - Yes.
I'm a genocide survivor.
Rwanda?
I'm told I was found outside one of your churches.
One of mine?
No-one is beyond the reach of the Almighty, Abbott.
Although of the hundreds they found in there, apparently
I was the only one alive.
I see.
If you really did...
...you would help me identify that man.
And your flight was OK?
And your hotel?
I'm so sorry we had to fly you all the way over here but
I have a medical condition which means I can't travel
long distances at the moment.
And I understand you have a very interesting story to tell us.
- It is not a story. She is a witness. - Of course.
I'm so very sorry that you have to revisit such a dreadful
part of your past... but we're so very grateful
that you are willing to do it.
So, please...
...whenever you're ready...
You realise she cannot speak?
- Yes. - She has not spoken since that day.
Since April the eighth, 1994?
The first days of the genocide?
But she can sign.
A British charity taught her, I will interpret.
That is OK?
That is exactly the reason I've asked you here today.
Where do you want to start?
You were 11 years old?
A Tutsi?
You and your family sought shelter from the killings
in the Church of the Grey Fathers,
the one run by Father Patenaude. Correct?
So...
...wherever you want to start...
...what happened to you, Juliana?
I was born...
...in Sake.
Beside the lake.
I had one brother...
...and two sisters.
My father was a farmer.
Our field was our world.
The sun shone, the water fell.
The crops grew.
Everything that came, also it would go.
And then... it would come again.
Until one day...
...the thing that came...
...it would never leave.
That night...
...I ran...
...to the lake...
...and hid amongst the reeds.
And did you see Father Patenaude again?
Yes.
Thank you.
Why ask me, when I cannot speak?
Because words would fail.
Just leaving you a message, returning your call.
It's not a problem but...
...if you could leave me a call to confirm,
it would be great...
...07700900864...
Next message. Message received today at 10.05am.
This is Mrs Beattie, Eve's sister...
...I'm hoping someone might be able to help me...
So, what do we do?
Throw them in.
Is that what you did to her?
Yes. Here?
At low tide.
Amongst all this...
- Life? - Yes.
It's a terrible thing to do to a human body.
Why?
Because we need our bodies for the resurrection.
Really?
Is that really right, Sorcha?
So, which bit will, you know,
say, Alfred the Great get to use,
because, I'm guessing by now, most of him is part of the
Winchester Bypass...
- Don't be cheap! - I'm not.
I'm just being...
...factual.
Where I come from, what you believe is who you are,
if you don't believe, you are not complete.
I think if you'd seen what your sister saw in Rwanda,
- you might think differently. - It wasn't God's fault.
You didn't see what happened in his churches.
No.
God's word is clear,
Thou shalt not kill.
It's only when men fail to obey His word
that these dreadful things happen.
Men razed those churches, men killed your family,
not God, men.
And those are the men Eve was prosecuting.
Then, she should have given herself up too.
Why?
What did she tell you about us?
- About what? - Why we didn't speak.
She'd lost her faith.
Not "it"!
Her accent, then.
She was a bright girl, she got herself a scholarship.
- And she got out. - No shame in that.
Then "in" what?
She had herself an abortion.
You didn't know?
- When? - I knew I shouldn't have come.
- No, when, tell me when. - Before you.
- And she, and she told you? - No.
The doctors... She got an infection and I was next of kin,
seeing as how she wasn't married, an' all.
They wanted me to come but I couldn't.
Or wouldn't?
She was your sister.
And it was my niece she murdered.
Sorcha...
So there it is, then...
Did you get my postal orders?
- I sent one every Christmas. - Yes.
Thank you.
It wasn't about you, you know.
If you were my kin, I would have loved you with all my heart.
I am.
Darling...
...you're not.
Blood is blood.
She murdered mine.
I could never forgive her for it.
She took it to her grave.
And so will I.
You found it.
Guess this must be how the Victorians felt.
Before it all went to shit.
Good weekend?
I haven't stopped laughing.
Me neither. This case...
Better than a box set of Seinfeld.
- Can I ask you something? - Not about Seinfeld.
Really funny one was the guy that
came before. What was his name?
Ran a chat show.
Do you keep secrets?
- From who? - From me.
About what?
Did you know Eve had a termination?
- When? - Just before me.
Yes, I did.
Do you know why?
But you'd like me to guess.
Right relationship, wrong time.
- With who? - Ed Holt.
When?
Just after the genocide.
They'd both gone to Rwanda, and it was all very unfortunate.
I wouldn't have heard about it, but there were complications.
She got very ill.
Before me.
Don't be thinking you were some kind of a guilt thing.
Your mother would have taken you on
no matter what. I'm sure of that.
It just made you that much more special.
Jerry... Gary...
Fuck was his name?
Why do you think she didn't tell me?
Who did?
Her sister.
God's own praetorian guard, right?
Nothing can happen if it's not in His name.
Let me tell you something about her.
During the Troubles, she had so many IRA guns under her bed
it's a miracle she could walk in the morning.
And when your mother became a prosecutor, the old boys,
they started to lean on her, to get her to help them out.
As much as anything that's why your mother never went back.
And, more than anything else, that's
why her sister never forgave her.
The termination was just the excuse.
Sorcha Beattie was a nationalist down to her marrow.
Once you know that, you know everything about her.
And that's what we need to find out about this case.
What this prosecution is really about.
Cos that old monk, he's just the excuse.
So... I got given this this morning.
Who by?
Couriered over to the office, PO box pick up.
I'm thinking it's your graveyard friend.
Whoever it is, it's our second wish granted.
So we'd better make it count.
My mother.
She's very beautiful.
So I am forever told.
And that's my brother.
He's in the Army.
Was.
Do you wonder why there is no picture of me?
Because I'm not dead.
My father only worships what he has lost.
He'll see you now.
- I'm glad you came back. - Why?
I wanted to apologise.
Last time I think I may have seemed
insensitive to your personal tragedy.
This isn't about me.
Despite what happened to you, this is purely professional?
I'm only here on behalf of Alice Munezero.
To do what?
Establish her innocence.
Yes, that is me, with Patrice Ganimana,
taken in Rwanda about 27 years ago.
A man accused of complicity with genocide.
But at the time a serving officer
in a legitimate government army.
Which later went on to support a genocidal regime.
- We've had this conversation. - We have.
And I'm not convinced by your argument.
I didn't think this was about you.
It's not. It's about him.
Yes. That's Picot.
- You know him. - Yes.
How?
When I was working for the Elysee,
I was assigned a personal security agent.
Him.
You realise we can connect him
to both key witnesses against Alice Munezero?
I should imagine you can. Once we launched this case
it was his job to extract them both from Rwanda.
- Why? - To protect them.
- Who from? - Anyone who didn't...
...who DOESN'T want them to speak.
I was attacked by him.
Really?
Why?
Did you try and interfere with the witnesses?
I spoke to them.
But had they asked to speak to you?
Then what do you expect?
The Tutsi government of which your client is a part
has a little black book.
Did you know that?
No. No, I didn't.
And...
...anyone who speaks up against them will be on that list.
I should imagine they are near the top.
I know I am.
And seeing as we are playing top trumps,
I think I have a better card than you.
This is the world you are defending.
Who took it?
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- Personally? - Oui.
When?
Le 25 juin 1994.
In English, please, for the benefit of the defence.
I took this photo on the 25th of June 1994.
And...
...why were you in Rwanda at that time?
My unit was part of Operation Turquoise,
a humanitarian effort on behalf of the French army
to help bring the genocide to a close.
Well, that's contentious.
Mademoiselle, please. I only wish to hear from the witness.
Thank you. Continuez. Continue.
We had heard there was a French national, Father Patenaude,
stranded in rebel territory.
Rebel terr...?!
Again, I'm sorry, this is a very contentious comment.
You are not free to cross examine the witness.
This is not the UK here.
But please, for the record, there is an argument that the true
purpose of Operation Turquoise was to help perpetrators of
genocide escape in the face of
an advancing Tutsi army who was,
of itself, singularly responsible for stopping the genocide.
If you speak again I will have you removed.
Excusez-nous. I apologise. Continue.
We took a helicopter and flew into
the village where he was said to be.
And that is what we found.
- Patenaude's remains. - Yes.
When was this?
A week after Munezero's rebel army
unit passed through the area.
Alice Munezero.
Yes.
How can you be sure this is Patenaude's remains?
Apart from what you see?
The villagers confirmed it.
- As they did the cause. - Which was?
That he was shot in cold blood by Alice Munezero.
And I say that with the full weight of my authority
as a General De Brigade.
You've got to button up, Kate,
that's the way to do things here.
I know him.
I've seen him before.
Do you know Jacques Antoine Barre?
The man who started this case.
Non.
But you do know his son.
Pardon?
He was in the Army with you.
I've seen a photograph of you together.
I mean, you are younger, but, yes.
It's definitely you.
Non.
- No. - It's not possible.
But it is.
And here you are again.
Last time I was...
Last time I was here...
...there was a picture.
You changed it.
No.
- You changed it. - No.
Yes! Because I'm right!
This is perverting the course of justice.
Only in your mind. You are clearly very disturbed.
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, I go that way whenever I'm sensing a lie,
and this one is so fucking big,
I'm surprised I'm not bouncing off the fucking panelling!
I think you should leave now.
You.
And by the way...
thank you for the swimming lesson.
My breaststroke is coming on a treat.
- You're welcome. - No, no, no.
Forgot to sign in. Forgive me.
Thank you.
It's me.
I've got it. Sophie Barre, his daughter, gave it to us.
And now... I'm going to flush out that fucking priest.
What are you doing?
What does it look like?
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OK.
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- They won't speak to you. - It's OK.
I just needed them to listen.
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Frank! I told you not to come.
Why not? I'm not on the indictment.
You get a parking ticket and they will blame me.
You don't trust me to behave.
I just don't want you to be compromised.
I couldn't let you go through all this on your own.
I am not on my own.
Not any more, you're not.
Cos now Frankie's here.
Hello, Frank.
- Michael. - Everything OK?
Apart from having a wife on the front page of every paper I
pick up...
...if I wasn't such a big man,
it might have shrunk my Johnson.
How are things back home?
You've got to see it to believe it.
In Kigali, there are 1,000 people outside the embassy,
at least, night and day.
All chanting for your release, all carrying your picture.
You're a superstar, baby. They love you, Alice.
Could have been anyone.
But it was you.
- You chose to make the stand. - I may still lose.
You've got the love of your country. You never lose that.
I mean, I had someone come in and see me last week.
Offered me the keys to a brand-new Land Rover,
just to get a shot of you driving it.
You did not accept it.
No.
No! Of course not!
Of course I didn't!
But... You've become one powerful lady, baby.
One powerful lady.
- How's Hana, Mikey? - The same.
She'll stay that way now. At least
that's what the doctors say.
She's still in there, so...
...it's not over yet.
Everybody at the bank misses her.
- Sends their best. - Thank you.
I still... You know...
You did everything you could.
- It wasn't enough. - You got her back home.
There's nothing else you could have done.
Now, let's try and do the same for your wife.
Garry Shandling... How fun...
Here we go.
Got him.
Bonjour, maman.
Come on, Michael.
What to do, what to do, what to do.
Well, nothing. You got the shot you need.
Just pick him up tomorrow.
He's leaving.
Hello.
What?
Is that Picot? Shit!
Hey!
Fancy that.
- You can't take that train. - Yeah?
If there is a macaque who's going to stop me?
No, this one is.
I watch her, I watch him.
And if I see anything happen to either of them,
you will not see the end of that day.
- You should go to the hospital now. - Why?
Because, when you are a genocide
denier, you do not see straight.
You should catch that train.
ANGRY YELLING Now!
Picot!
On the left of this photo is Alexandra Lesage,
taken 25 years ago when he wasn't a general.
The man in the centre is Clement Barre, the son of the man
who initiated this whole prosecution, Jacques Antoine Barre.
So?
When asked, Monsieur Lesage said he'd never met Clement.
Clearly that's not true.
You're trying to establish the witness as unreliable?
I think I can go further than that.
Are you OK?
Never better. So...
I had the military record of Clement Barre checked.
He was the lieutenant in a French Marine Parachute Regiment.
Records show he was killed during a training exercise in the
Central African Republic, in March of 1993.
But the thing is, that can't be true. You see, a month before,
Monsieur Lesage was made up to a captain.
That's the rank he's wearing in the photo.
But he was only made it specifically to lead a small group of
paratroopers on a special operation into Rwanda.
In February 1993.
Over a year before the genocide.
Their mission was to train troops
for the Rwandan government, the Hutus,
to resist the advancing Tutsi army.
The army in which Alice Munezero was serving.
But Lesage and Clement and the unit were under strict
instructions not to fire any of the weapons themselves.
Except...
For some reason, Clement Barre was killed.
But officially...
that never could have happened,
because if it had it would have
exposed the fact that the French military in effect of the
French president was standing shoulder to shoulder with
what would turn out to be a genocidal regime.
So, Clement Barre's death was covered up,
and Brigadier General Lesage had to have been a part of that.
That's what the photo shows.
But...
Even if all of this could be corroborated, none of it
undermines the central accusation
levelled against your client.
Namely she murdered a French national the following year.
Except she didn't.
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