'm leaving.
Monsieur Devier says he is sorry,
some urgent business in Florence.
He'll call you when he's back.
The bill is already paid.
Where are we going?
Something is wrong?
Don't stop the engine.
Don't move!
The doors! She's II try to get away!
Move aside!
- The police!
- I see
We're stuck.
You mean, the house staked out,
the cars battered,
all this for the sake
of some stupid postcard?
It's not a postcard, it's a photo...
So what?
- It's my favorite city.
- Paris, yes. And that's all?
Yes.
Tell me what I still
don't know about him.
Well,
FLORENCE. ITALY
His father, Phillip Devier,
died eleven years ago.
His son took over his business.
- I know this.
- This is what everyone knows.
Except that Louis's father
was someone else than Phillip.
ALBERTO SOLDI'S APARTMENT
His real father was Algerian,
blew himself up in a car,
near the French Embassy in Cairo.
Louis was five years old then.
Please, I don't know anything!
Trust me... I'm just a lawyer!
Please, don't kill us!
Also You know that Louis
studied in Sorbonne.
- Graduated with honors.
- Right.
But You have no idea
that in 1982 he nearly ended in prison.
For what?
For killing his fellow-student.
All this... It's in the safe...
What's on this photo?
Inform me if you find her.
But don't do anything.
Because, you know... You got me, Ronnie?
Let me know immediately.
Though, I'm not sure
she's still in France.
Jesus, and this is the glorious Florence.
Couldn't they choose
a more decent street?
I think it's this way.
Object 19-51 on the line.
Secret channel.
He stopped at Westin Excelsior, room 537.
Arrived today morning,
by his personal plane.
It was sleepless night again?
It's sleepless life, honey.
What have you got?
We don't have enough info.
No names, not even a foothold.
We only know these people
were connected with Jaffad.
And it will take weeks to find them.
We don't have this time!
Get in touch with our Italian colleagues,
with Norwegians, let them step in, too
He's in the restaurant.
Soldi was the first one in his list,
means, we're dealing
with the first portion of the code.
For the second portion
we should go to Norway,
which goes in for no end
of Bjornes and Petersens...
One of them, a physician,
was a captive in Afghanistan,
and Jaffad redeemed him in 1998.
Well, then...
Peterson and Kirami will
be someone else's job.
- Butcher doesn't trust me?
- Butcher doesn't trust anyone.
Someone has entered my room.
The banker's coming upstairs.
Leave at once!
Do you hear me? He's in the elevator!
- I haven't finished yet.
- Are you crazy? There're four of them!
Just leave!
What's going on here?
Surprise!
I don't think it was a good idea.
To leave me alone in Paris
wasn't a good idea either.
I expected a warmer welcome.
Who told you I'm here?
I called every hotel here.
- The door was locked.
- For 100 Euros they will open any door for you here.
Will they ever stop goggling at me?
You may go.
Hi...
I need Butcher.
It's a bad joke, Marie.
It's not a joke. I need Butcher.
You were looking for me?
Congratulations -you did find me.
Where is his phone?
Call that someone you usually call.
Okay, I'll call them myself.
- Hello?
- Hunter is on the line.
Hold on for me. I'm coming.
It's the channel without password.
Now tell them that you found me.
Tell them.
You don't want to?
Okay, I'll tell them myself.
He found Butcher.
In Norway? What is Butcher doing there?
Did you hear about Norwegian terrorists?
No.
So, no will be looking for him there.
Get ready, we're leaving to Norway.
Will you please lower the gun?
I don't quite feel comfortable being...
Room service.
Send her away.
Room service.
Anton! He ran away!
Can you find him? He's wearing a bug!
I must get to the computer!
- Where is he?
- Wait, I can't think quicker than my PC!
- He's inside the hotel.
- Where exactly?
One mo...
- Marie, he's here
- Where?
At the parking lot!
Come on!