Hunted
Season 1
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Hunted S01E01
Part 1
Jan. 16, 2021, 5:04 p.m.
Non.
Oui.
Saw you breathing.
Did not.
Hurry up.
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's going on?
Yeah.
You need a rest, Doc.
- You're good to go. - See you at base.
Let's go.
Vite! Vite!
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.
Thanks.
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?
Cafe 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.
We need her back.
You know that.
So does she.
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.
Hunted
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