The conversation therefore takes place through Benji

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"Good evening... hmmm... Mr. Hunt. 
" "Good evening, Lane. Tell me, the bomb on my friend isn't very nice.
" "It's to ensure... hmmm... your full cooperation.
" "Yes, but the countdown is very stupid. Detonators are better.
" "Without a countdown... hmmm... the spectators wouldn't understand that it's a bomb... hmmm... and then it adds... hmmm, suspense.
" "Okay, listen, let's move on, this is stupid. If the countdown is for 5 minutes, everyone knows the conversation will drag on for 4 minutes 57 seconds. So let's speed things up. I opened the red box. I have the bank accounts.
" "Hmm... prove it?"
– Type in “Bank of Tatarstan,” account number 0123456789. And the PIN is 12. Now, request a wire industry email list transfer of $50 million.
– Hmmm… that works. $50 million. Good. Give the key to Miss Faust next to you. Then, hmmm… she’ll kill you and your friend.
– Hey, ho! Hey!
– Hmmm… it’s either you two… or the bomb explodes… and, hmmm… kills all the tourists.
– Oh yeah? Except I fooled you, Lane. I destroyed the key. 
– Hmmm… excuse me?
– I have the codes. The accesses. I’ve learned everything by heart. All the account numbers. The amounts. The access codes. I AM the key. If you kill me… you lose everything! So let Benji go. Otherwise, you’ll get nothing!
– Hmmmm… are you telling me you’ve memorized dozens and dozens, if not hundreds, of completely random codes? In barely an hour?
– Um… yes, I… that’s it. That’s it. I’m super good. Have you ever seen my drawings? And no, but otherwise, my offer?”

Lane is a little grumpy. He thinks about the offer, gets a little more upset, and of course, stops the countdown at the last moment, namely 19 hundredths of a second before the explosion.

I'm really looking forward to the movie where a guy wants to stop the bomb at the last minute and then goes, "  HOLY SHIT I RIPTED I PRESSED SPACE AGAIN, MY FINGER WAS TWITCHING!  " and people shout. The day they discover detonators, Hollywood will be revolutionized, really.

Benji is then allowed to remove his explosive vest and camera lenses, and leave the tavern. Lane then orders his men to capture Hunt. They must not kill him, as he is now very valuable. However, they can kill Lisa, who is no longer of any use to them.

So what ensues is a shootout during which not a siren is heard, not a single tourist dies, and the whole city seems to not give a damn. London is clearly a city without police officers. Lisa and Ethan flee as best they can, Lisa eventually finding herself isolated with Jean-Jacques the Bonebreaker, whom she stabs hard to calm him down. Along the way, they kill 10 Syndicate agents, and finally, Lane himself arrives in pursuit of Ethan.