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So my ex told me he could put
some things on Facebook,

like some photos
I wouldn't want anyone to see.

What kind of photos?

The kind when you're messing around.

I still don't understand.

Like in a pool or at a party?

Not at a party,

but the kind you do in privacy like…

So we're talking about intimate photos.

Yeah.

Are you in them by yourself or together?

I don't think
he'd post pictures of the two of us.

Did you do something to him?
Provoke him so he'd want to hurt you?

No, I didn't do anything to him.
We just broke up.

And did you break up with him?

-Yes, I did.
-And was it a bad breakup?

-No, it wasn't.
-It wasn't…

You should tell him…
if he's listening now, I can tell him…

Posting intimate photos against your will
is a serious criminal offense

that one celebrity not too long ago
was sentenced for.

His actions, while he hasn't posted
anything yet, is also a criminal offense.

It's called a threat.
This is my message to him.

And if he isn't listening now,
you tell him this later.

For such actions, he can go to court.

-Thank you, Eva.
-You're welcome.

We'll go back to your experience later.

Tereza is now reading your comments
on Facebook and social networks

and we'll read some of them
after the news.

STATUTE OF LIMITATIONS

Good evening. Just 30 more minutes of our
broadcast, Night Line. I'm Eva Sommerová.

We're nearing 11:30 p.m., where
you'll hear the news with Michal Stránský.

-Do you take your own intimate photos?
-What do you think, Michal?

The time is 11:30 p.m.
This is Radio Journal News.

Around one-fifth of Czechia is in drought.
Mostly light drought, though.

Only parts of NW Bohemia
are reaching extreme levels.

Later, in the second part of summer,
meteorologists see regular showers.

Now in the northwest,
the drought is worsening.

-Good evening, Radek.
-Hello. Am I interrupting?

No, you aren't,

but I honestly think
anyone could help with contacting Eliška.

-You're giving up so fast?
-No, but I'm not your private messenger.

My program is aimed
at someone totally different.

-You know that as good as anyone.
-Eliška is your target group. Agewise.

Above all, it's about her.

I want to talk to her through you, with
no direct conflict. I know what I'm doing.

We've been in touch for a month

and you've given me very little info
about her or yourself.

Now you want me to devote the full program
to it. A two-hour broadcast is extra.

Precisely. In two hours,
a lot can be corrected.

At least tell me why you're looking for
her. Why don't you contact her yourself?

Via Facebook?
There are many ways of doing it.

Eliška is part of my past.

An email or a Facebook message
isn't enough.

So fly here.
We can sort out much more in person.

-Unfortunately, that's not possible.
-Why? I still don't understand.

She doesn't know I exist
or how I affected her life.

I can't change what happened.
I need her to listen to your program.

Nothing else.

I've waited 20 years for it.

-Are you there?
-Yes, I am.

The live broadcast will be a story
unlike any you've had

or will ever have again.

-Alright. I'll try.
-Thank you.

How is it over there?

Crowded.

Here, too.

Goodbye.

You realize this is all so vague.

It is and it isn't.

-All of my calls are a little vague.
-You just know his first name.

It could be even made up. Like being
from the US or not living here 20 years.

Why is he looking for the girl?

I don't know. He'll only say on the air.

Damn it, Eva. Wake up! You don't
give someone like this two hours.

-Haven't you learnt anything so far?
-I have.

-I can recognize an asshole.
-Hey. I'm returning this. Thanks.

Alright. You study psychology plus
you're smart. There's no denying that.

But you don't know what it's about.

You're afraid to take risks.

-You're getting old.
-No. I have my superiors.

-You want me to give you a wildcard.
-Yeah.

The same kind my dad gave you
when you were still studying.

I don't know any Radek living
in the USA or anywhere else.

I don't think Eliška does either.
I'd know. We tell each other everything.

At the very least it would sound familiar.

I don't know. He doesn't sound mistaken.

He actually sounds like he knows
very well what he's doing.

He knew Eliška's name. Her age. Your name.

I don't know.
It really matters to him for some reason.

Eliška hardly goes anywhere.

She's always at work. They've got
crazy hours. I don't envy her at all.

-She hasn't even got Facebook.
-But you do.

Yeah. It's nice.

Knowing about people. What they're up to.

You'll be surprised, but you're alone from
a certain age even if working with people.

Mrs. Vachková,
can I ask about Eliška's father?

Eliška hasn't got a father anymore.

That was a long time ago.

She was six when he died.

I understand.
I also lost my father. I was 15.

-Car accident.
-Jesus. I'm sorry.

Will you speak to her for me?

I mean, for Radek?

I can try, but if she doesn't want to,
I'm not going to push it.

-She's a big girl now.
-Yeah, you'll see. You have my number.

Oh…

And for the nearly two-hour program,
I'm offering Eliška…

5,000 in cash. It's my own.

It really matters to me.

I'm not buying you. I want to help.

I'd love to know why he'd be looking
for me after so long from so far away.

I'll leave my bags with you.

Wait for me here.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I rented this in the end. It's almost new
and has all the insurances,

so the police wouldn't be able to do
anything in a random traffic stop.

This is very important. A spoofer.

Every car from the rental has a GPS,
but this box sends out false coordinates.

I've set it to show you are
parked underneath Libeň Bridge

and their locator will see you there until
the morning, even if you're hours away.

I don't know what you want all this for,
but this one was fucking hard to find.

Even on the darknet, it was hard.
It has no past, but trust them…

It works. There're 15 bullets inside.

I don't want to know what you need it
for and I secretly hope you don't use it.

In that case, not a trace will be left.

4 phones and 2 laptops if one fucks up.

Both are protected. Anonymous cards.
The software you sent is installed.

It works. I can vouch for it.

There's a VPN. So you're safe.

And don't ever park under a camera.

I'll finish everything I need by midnight.

I'll wait for your message.
Then I'll make it all disappear as agreed.

If I haven't written by 11:10 p.m.,

call the police and report a kidnapping
or murder at the address you're emailed.

Tell them the victim is me.

Send them the file that'll also be
automatically sent to you. I've timed it.

Not a minute more and I'll call the cops.

You're scaring me, buddy.

Call them earlier.

From 10 p.m., they'll have to listen
to Night Line with Eva.

If the cops ask anything,
I'll deny most of it.

Deny it all.

Hey. You're early. Couldn't sleep?

What's he doing here?

If your mystery guest doesn't call, he'll
play the role. He can't risk anything.

Can you calm down? Everything's in place.

My mystery guest is here.
He's using a phone with a Czech area code.

But he could easily be on Iceland.

But definitely on a phone in Iceland.
That's what matters.

Hey.

You have a minute?

If you want to ask if everything
is going as planned, it is.

Michal also just showed his support.

Radek is in Prague.

And he's calling.

Maybe he changed his mind.

-Good evening, Radek.
-Good evening.

-Am I interrupting?
-One moment.

If he's in Prague,
he should come to the studio.

Since you're in Prague, would you like to
come to our studio? We start in two hours.

-No, sorry.
-Okay, but if you want, you can whenever.

-Is Eliška going to listen?
-Yes, it's been arranged.

-And she'll get to say something, too.
-But not directly. You promised.

We won't connect you directly. Agreed.
But she can openly react to what you say.

Alright. I've got one more minor detail.

Yes…

I know you can't have
your phones turned on in the studio.

But maybe I'll need to speak
with you over the phone.

Have it ready nearby.

I also know you have
a private internal line within the studio.

Give me that number, please.

Okay. The first five digits are the same
as to the public. Then 2282.

2282.

-We're all set. Talk to you soon.
-Great. Thanks.

He's one of our listeners.

And he's ready for you.

Nobody can be ready for me, Frank.
And he doesn't know that.

If I was working on the sudden death of
the woman, I'd find out more.

-Such as what?
-I'd find more clues.

Can you imagine us examining
every single hair in the rugs over

every old dead lady?
The labs would be over-flooded.

-I'm too active for you, aren't I?
-Nonsense.

-But you're good.
-I'm bragging. The Musilová Case.

-Where the masturbator scared her?
-Yeah.

-So what did you all find?
-Latent ear prints 170cm in height.

I haven't secured a single
ear print all summer.

Five times right ear and five times
left ear with different pressure.

What matters is that she remembers
his face and not his dick.

Does it mean you have to be on social
media nonstop and watch the news servers

to know what you can make fun of?

Exactly. That's what I spend the most time
on. Looking for info, updates, etc.

Is it possible to live like this?
Always online?

Not entirely, but I'm trying.

What type of collages have
the biggest response?

Those that are current,
current events happening at the moment.

Hey.

-How's it going?
-It's alright.

-Who's that?
-The controversial artist.

-That's him?
-Yeah.

I thought he was younger.

It matters what it is and if it isn't too
stupid. Then I'd reconsider.

I hope you keep your sense of humor.
Our guest today, Tomáš Břínek.

-Thanks for visiting our studio.
-Thank you very much. Have a nice day.

It is 10 p.m. Now the news
with Michal Stránský.

The contract for the whole
area was 346 million crowns,

but part of the contract included
a 180-degree view of the countryside.

And now they want to build
a fucking hotel in my view.

That is a breach of contract.

I won't pay the remaining 80 million.

Honestly, it's no surprise the sellers
chose Plicka to defend them.

Mr. “Justice.” He's a tough opponent.

But he correctly argues
it isn't the seller's fault.

It was the authorities over
which the seller had no influence at

the time of the contract.

This decision rests solely on City Hall.

Excuse me.

FINAL DEMAND

Hello?

It's Radek.

July 2000.

You've got a big day today.

Go to your office at once.

When you're there, turn on your computer.

A new mountain rescue app is starting
in the Slovak mountains.

It was created by Czech computer experts.

It should help tourists not only
to find their way in the mountains,

and view weather forecasts,
but also easily call for help.

I'm Michal Stránský and that was the news.
Up next, weather.

Enjoy your shift, Eva.

-Get lost.
-Bye.

Bye.

Good evening, Mr. Radek.
I'll transfer you to the moderator.

She's not on the air yet,
so you two can agree on how it'll go.

-Good evening, Radek.
-Good evening.

-I can't hear you very well.
-I'm driving.

So stop somewhere so we don't lose the
signal. We'll be on the air soon, okay?

-I'm just scared of you…
-But I love you…

Hey.

-Where have you been?
-The bus didn't come. I don't know why.

Everything okay?

Yeah, but putting Anička to sleep
took nearly two hours.

She couldn't fall asleep.

With all that noise from the TV,
I'm not surprised.

Upstairs was another shouting match.
Better she heard this.

She'll be off to school
before you notice…

You should get a different job.
This isn't life. It's punishment.

You can't even rest on the weekend.

I could work in a bakery.
Then you'd never see me at all.

I've got a lot today. Even salmon.

-You can make it for lunch tomorrow.
-They haven't called from the radio yet?

It should've started by now.

Shit.

They did. I had the ringer off.

-Jesus Christ.
-Hello, Eliška Vachková, sorry.

You gave us a scare.
We'll go on the air in a moment.

But I don't know what I should say.
I don't even know who this guy is.

Don't worry. I'll ask questions
and you'll answer them, okay?

Just don't worry.

Radek wants to know that you're listening
and we'll see what happens.

I'm here in case there's a complication,
but I don't expect any.

So stay on the line with our technician
and we'll start in a moment.

Alright.

-Good evening.
-Park it.

Okay.

-You've got a package here, Doctor.
-The elevator's going down.

I'll get it tomorrow.

Fifth floor…

Fourth floor…

-Give it to me.
-Third floor…

Second floor…

First floor…

Elevator going up.

I know how you live.
Tomorrow it could be legal.

-Doctor?
-Come at once.

My computer has been hacked.

-Hacked, how?
-I'm looking at my computer

and someone's started typing something
there for me.

Typing? How typing?

Fucking typing!
I said they're typing. Simply typing.

He's erasing my icons,
controlling my mouse

and writing some shit that means he has
access to everything on my computer.

Even classified documents.

Fuck. I'm at my cottage in the mountains,
but I'll connect to our intranet…

So send Luboš or David.

They're here with me. We're all here.

Hello?

Don't try and call the police
or your gorillas. Just wait.

DON'T TRY AND CALL THE POLICE
OR YOUR GORILLAS. JUST WAIT.

Yes?

It's even worse. The whole system's
been hacked. The whole company.

I tried to log in to the server,
but I can't.

Whoever's hacked it is controlling it all.
The email and web server…

My admin password is changed.
The attacker must've hacked even that.

-Can you find out where it's coming from?
-I can't. He's cut us off.

It looks like someone's used a keylogger.
Maybe he set it up when we didn't update.

He must be a genius hacker,
otherwise I can't explain it.

He's been watching us
and gradually gathering all passwords.

You need to disconnect everything now.
Turn it off.

We're leaving the mountains now.

I have to stay online.
The attack is on me, not the company.

-I need Wi-Fi, but I'll turn the rest off.
-You don't need the company Wi-Fi.

If his program's installed in your laptop,
it doesn't matter where you're connected.

Go to the server room and turn off
what I tell you. We're on our way.

Shit. What kind of world is this?

THE SERVER ROOM WON'T HELP YOU.
I'M GOING TO PLAY YOU SOMETHING.

-Doctor?
-We're fucked.

He's even listening to our conversation.

Of course. If he's controlling your
computer if it's connected to the network.

He can't see you
if your camera is taped over.

He can hear you even
if your sound is turned off.

Have you got that taxi yet?

We're trying.
Are you going to the server room?

Good evening and welcome to Night Line.

For the next two hours you'll be
in the company of Eva Sommerová.

Tonight's show will follow
quite an exceptional topic.

Radek, whom I'll introduce shortly, wants
to clarify certain things from his past.

And he thinks it's necessary for Eliška
to be here to listen to it through us.

She is listening as well.
As always, please feel free

to call in your observations
and comments to our studio.

That well-known number is 2222 6 333 6.

Or also write us a comment on
our Facebook page.

Tereza is ready
and waiting by the computer.

Now it's time to start Night Line
with Eva Sommerová.

The main story this evening
can be summed up in words

that make it sound
like a title of a detective novel.

“The story of a secret man who came
from the other end of the world and times

that are prehistoric even for me.”

We will be witnesses of this rare meeting.

The meeting of people that links a story
that started 20 years ago.

Over our radio waves,
we connect Radek and Eliška tonight.

I won't leave you in suspense any longer.
We'll start with the man who started this.

Hello Radek. Can you hear me?

-Yes. Good evening.
-Good evening. Welcome to the program.

Eliška, myself and our listeners are
curious as to what happened

to you to give so much energy to
speak to Eliška through our program.

Is Eliška listening?

According to our agreement, she is.
But let's make sure.

So on tonight's Night Line,
I welcome Eliška. Good evening, Eliška.

-Yes, I'm here. Good evening.
-Good evening. How are you?

-I just got home from work.
-So late?

Late? People shop 24/7 nowadays.
And my shifts are actually not so bad.

I can see my daughter
before she falls asleep.

-How old is your daughter?
-Four.

-Could you tell us her name?
-Anička. After my mother.

A nice name.
I'm asking because I know you live alone

and I expect
it wasn't your husband who chose the name.

I don't live alone.
I live with my mother. We help each other.

Alright. And couldn't this mystery man
named Radek be your ex-husband?

Definitely not. I've never been married.

Oh. Could Radek be your daughter's father?

My daughter's father doesn't even know
that he has a daughter.

And I don't think it would be a victory
for him if he found out, so…

-I'm sorry. But you know who it is?
-Of course I know who it is.

I don't sleep around
if that's what you're asking.

I made a mistake
and before I realized it, I was pregnant.

I'm grateful for Anička and from him
I expect the one thing he does perfectly…

-To leave us alone.
-Okay. So Radek is not the father.

-Definitely not.
-Any idea how he's connected to your life?

None. I actually think
he's confused me for someone else.

We're soon to find out.
Radek now knows that you are listening,

and we'll see what he's prepared for us.
Are you curious?

When you say it like that,
everyone would be.

You're not alone in your curiosity.
Thank you and we'll be right back.

-Well, alright!
-Good?

Good.

Yeah? This is strange.

Radek,
what do you think of Eliška listening?

I'm sorry about her daughter's father.
I didn't know.

Likewise, we know little about you.

Just that you're a generation
older than both Eliška and I.

You've been living
in America for a long time.

You work in IT. You have no family.

But most importantly,
you flew to Prague today

to say something that's important for you.

Not just for me.

Why have you decided to do this now,
after twenty years?

Some things have their own time.

Sometimes,
a few hours can change your life.

And in a few hours you can change
the life of someone else.

Haven't they confused me for someone
else? Isn't it connected to you?

-What? Come on.
-How should I know?

What? You've gone mad.

-Hello?
-Hi. I have an important message for you.

On Radio Journal,
Night Line with Eva Sommerová,

certain issues are appearing there
that will definitely interest you.

They concern the worst criminal acts.

You have a chance to
round up a few murderers.

And if you can't make all the connections,
I might call again with a solution.

Wait, it's not so easy.
Our call is monitored.

POLICE OF THE CZECH REPUBLIC -
MAP OF PRAGUE

-What was that?
-I don't know.

I'll turn on the radio.

I think the time has come for you to
tell us your story.

-What do you think?
-I agree.

Great. Where do we start?

1993. The start of Prague Stock Market.

I won't bore you how business worked
back then.

You're dealing with the effects even now.

A great deal of activity
appeared in my profession.

Companies wanted to look open, but hide
information on how things really were.

-I think this still happens today.
-That's true.

But back then people weren't experts
at camouflaging things.

It started to become clear
that the future was the internet,

connected networks
and an instant exchange of information.

No mail, no express delivery.

Even phone calls began to be slow.

So you started doing business online.

I had a friend at college.
His name was Petr.

-He liked computers as much as I did.
-Computers. This'll be long.

At school we made up programs
that could communicate.

You could use our programs
to send messages or pictures

and be sure the line is hidden.

Nobody else could see it.

Today it's commonplace,
back then it was a miracle…

Not a total miracle,
but not something everyone could do.

And what even less people could do
was that we developed a program

that saw if someone had been
digging around in your computer.

And from that it was just a step to
getting a program that enables you to look

-into other companies' computers.
-There must be a webcam in the studio.

Thanks to the software,
our company became quite in demand.

Mostly to those who had a lot to hide.

In certain sectors,
there's always enough…

It's necessary to add that we were
also properly compensated for it.

Men in their best years with loaded
accounts. A good beginning of the story.

Surely you were under
the radar of many women.

Mainly under the radar of companies
that needed our services.

In business, when you're fast,
reliable and smarter than the state,

the biggest fish approach you first.
Back then it was the banks.

They sprung up like mushrooms after rain
to loan what they knew wouldn't be repaid.

The first flopped in 1994… Bohemia Bank.

Then others fell
and this dragged on for years.

The money was never found.
The state paid it.

We didn't do that though.
We were IT and could tailor the system.

At the end of the 1990s, we got
a huge contract from this type of bank.

To create a secure private network
not even cops or the IRS could get into.

We accepted it.

We only did our job.

Programs, data, coding, webpages…

For a bank with a big name on the market.

We didn't join in the huge tunnel that
followed. Just provided a tech service.

-Whatever you might think…
-My job isn't to judge you but to listen.

Everybody in this country
knows what the 1990s were like, I guess.

But this doesn't really concern Eliška.

What gets us to her? The clock is ticking.

What does a company from the 1990s
have to do with me?

I don't know.
Should I unpack the groceries?

-It can wait.
-You haven't even had dinner.

I had something on the way.

It's fine.

A fight on Kamenická street in Letná.
Is that an ethnic quarter?

No, it's Karlín.

We'll see.

-I'm trying to write something meaningful.
-Night Line with Eva Sommerová…

-And that radio keeps distracting me.
-Topics that often bother you…

It reminds me of something I saw,

but I can't remember.

-Radek?
-A little patience.

I've waited for 20 years.

We worked even for good companies.

Of course we earned money
faster than we could spend it.

After all, we liked the work.
We spent nearly all our time on it.

So there wasn't time for big purchases.

On our account we saw digits soaring.

Numbers most people don't see
in a lifetime.

Don't worry. We're getting to a year
that will be interesting for you.

Let me just interrupt you for a moment.

I would like to ask our listeners for
patience. Our telephone line…

Hi, Dad. Where are you?
Natálka is asking where her grandpa is.

-I'm still at work. I've got a meeting.
-Is it serious? You promised.

No, I just need to sort it out today.

So we're waiting for you
and looking forward to seeing you. Bye.

Radek? Eliška is still listening.

And I'm not sure if the history
of your company is interesting for her.

Alright. It was the summer of 2000.

A week after the birthday
of my friend and co-owner, Petr.

It was not a cheerful celebration.
Just fake smiles,

lots of drinks so we could chase away
what was hanging in the air.

Our biggest client, the bank,
was an open enemy of the state.

The police even visited our company,
twice.

They tried to work out our codes,
but we were better.

As a lawyer is loyal to his client,
we were loyal to our contract.

They got nothing from us.

We had a great company lawyer who kept us
under the protection of the law.

-You fucker.
-They couldn't do anything to us.

That was a Thursday.

I was going to work,

and when I got to my car,

two guys grabbed me from behind,
cuffed me, put a bag over my head

and stuffed me into a car.

I don't know where they took me.
But definitely not outside Prague.

They took me out of the car and dragged
me into a smelly, abandoned house.

They cuffed me to a bed.
Both hands and feet.

Then they left, but soon returned.

They put a phone to my ear. It was Petr.

“Have you been kidnapped?” he asked.

I've got it. 2000.
IT company Security Rose.

The two owners were a Petr and Radek.

They had similar last names.

He told me they wanted
30 million in cash from him.

He asked me if he should do it
and how they were treating me.

I told him I was afraid.

You don't need a great imagination to know
that if we didn't pay them,

they'd shoot me.

So I told him to pay.

They needed to hear that. They took
my phone, slammed the door and were gone.

Was getting 30 million
in cash in three hours so easy?

It was a time when it wasn't strange
to have 50 million in a plastic bag.

Our company was really
in the black and we had the cash.

-And were the police there?
-No.

I just told you it really stunk
all around us and our client.

About a month later,
SWAT came in and closed the bank down.

Kidnapping businessmen
at that time was rather normal.

Even the cops took part in some.

That was common knowledge.

For that reason, Petr probably decided
to do it alone. He did it for me.

I didn't doubt he'd give them the money,
but I was still afraid.

At that time, it was normal for kidnappers
to take the money and kill you anyway.

You were a witness after all.

I expected they'd kill me anyway.

I really thought that day, July 13, 2000,
would be my last.

The 13th?

That's when my dad died.

What is this?

I don't know how, but somehow I got
one hand free and uncovered my eyes.

Then I smashed up the bed.

But I couldn't free one hand
from the bed leg.

I saw I was in an abandoned home.
Somewhere in Hlubočepy.

Then they came for me. Or he did.

The one who always spoke.

I hit him with the bed leg
a few times until he stopped moving.

You killed him?

No. He was just unconscious.
But he looked dead.

I'm calling there to tell them we're done.

But at that moment, the guy woke up
and attacked me…

So I took the bed leg

and started hitting him.

I just couldn't stop.

I killed him.

He wasn't armed, but he had a phone.

I called Petr from it,
but his phone was off.

The next number I thought of was
our security guard, Mr. Soukup.

When someone doesn't want to pay,
you have a guy

who knows other guys
that you don't want to know.

They came quick and with a lawyer.

They put me in a car.
I'll never forget that.

The security guy stopped at a bridge
and threw the bloodied bed leg

and cuffs in the water.

With absolute ease.
As if he was tossing a can of beer.

Around us trams and trains.

Seagulls squawking.

Nobody paid attention.

Life went on as if nothing had happened.

It was an incredibly strong feeling
that I can't precisely describe to you.

I was covered in the dead man's blood
looking at a calm, lit-up city.

I asked about Petr again, but they knew
nothing. He'd disappeared with the money.

I didn't understand. It didn't make sense.

My mind was racing.

But what stood out most was killing a man.

I couldn't breathe. I wanted to throw up.

I was told it wouldn't be seen
as self-defense but as murder.

That a police blockade
was being set up around our company.

And that the police would soon occupy
the bank we'd been working for.

Petr had disappeared.
They'd probably found him.

And that I was a suspect.
So the only option for me was to get out.

Fast.

Petr Wagner and Radek Wolner.

Petr Wagner shot in the head.
Radek Wolner missing.

We thought it could've been him,
but we couldn't prove it.

-So Radek was cleared of it.
-Cleared?

He killed an unarmed man.
He just confessed to premeditated murder.

But to murdering someone else… shit.

Hlubočepy, man beaten to death.

July 2000.

I don't remember that at all.

It was really the only option.

We still had 20 million in cash.
Our accounts had about 100 million.

The decision was clear. Disappear.

I'd go somewhere safe where
I could continue with my IT business.

Where I wouldn't be found and killed.

Our lawyer arranged everything.

It happened so quickly.
I never even got the chance to thank him.

Before I knew it, I was sitting
on a plane to Latin America.

A few hours after landing,
I learned that Petr was dead.

And the money had disappeared.

I don't know
what we should take from this, Radek.

You've said some horrible things here.

It's the police
who should have this information.

Perhaps. We're getting to that.

What matters now
is that Eliška is listening.

I'm sorry for her dad's death. Really.

My instinct of self-preservation
took over. It's natural.

It haunts me to this day.
Believe me, Eliška.

No child
should lose their parent like this.

Just like you, Eva.
You know what it's like to lose a parent.

Eliška, I know it's not enough,
but I'm sorry.

I'm here, too!

I don't care about the others.

The police can't touch me. The statute
of limitations lapsed a few days ago.

But I care about you.

It's tormented me for 20 years.

I'm sorry.
I have to go offline for a moment.

Radek?

Radek? Hello?

We've also lost Eliška, which is
understandable. It must be a big shock.

I think that none of us here
expected the story to develop as it did.

Be patient, please,
until Radek and Eliška join us again.

I'm curious what you, the listeners,
think about what we've just heard.

Write us your opinions
and we'll take a music break for now.

Eva, come over here for a moment.

No connecting anyone else.
Just Radek. And try the girl.

I'm not going to listen to this.

Did you know about everything Dad did?

You told me he was in an accident.

Well, he was no saint, true…

but that he was caught up
in such big things, it…

Did you know what Radek
was about to tell us?

How could I? If I had,
I'd have never allowed it in my life!

How do I know that the bitch
from the radio wasn't giving you hints?

-She gave me no fucking hints.
-Come on, Mom. Wake up!

She's making a career out of this!

There'll be tweets, likes, YouTube views.
And we're helping her!

-You're talking nonsense.
-You lied to me my whole life!

A car mechanic!
Shit, we didn't even have our own car!

What good would it have done
if you'd known how he made a living?

As you see, I didn't even know it myself.

I guess I inherited that since I also
picked a real asshole for myself.

I cared about what kind of father he was.
And as a father, he was amazing.

Where's the father of your daughter?

Sorry.

Confessing to murder live on the air
and evidently he's not lying.

-Still nothing from Eliška?
-No, but I'm trying.

Keep trying.

Radek's name is Wolner.

I don't think he just came to apologize
to Eliška for killing her father.

-Where'd you get that from?
-You don't need the radio for this.

Here…

Reflex Magazine archive. August 2000.

Who benefits from liquidation
of IT company Security Rose?

Why did he want to do it on the radio?

On your program and on a certain day?

He needed to be rid of the police
and he knows me.

There's something else in it.

-He's using us for something.
-We're using him too, Frank.

No, he's using us. Not us him.

This is CSI on live broadcast.

We're not breaking a code of ethics,
are we?

And Facebook? Tereza says we have
2,000 comments and we're only halfway.

I'll call the police
so we're covered just in case.

Can I have a look, too?

Did you find out who murdered Petr Wagner?

Yeah, it was the security guy,
Daniel Soukup.

We found part of the ransom at his house
as well as the murder weapon.

How much time did he get?

None. Shortly after, we found him drowned
in the Vltava. Someone put him in there.

It was clear that he was the executioner,

but we never found the contractor.

Someone drugged him and pulled him
under the water. July 19, 2000.

The criminal proceedings
started the same day.

Whoa. Today's July 19, 2020.

You don't say?

If the guy on the radio is Radek Wolner,
let's get the state prosecutor to open it.

Why?
The statute of limitations has run out.

But something is still active.
The murder of Soukup.

And the guy on the radio knows who's
responsible.

-The contractor, like you said.
-We looked into it.

Nobody to accuse or prosecute.
We looked like idiots.

How could you have allowed this?
I pay you so much money.

Are you in the taxi yet?

Yeah, near Turnov, about an hour away.

What now, Martin? Shall we continue?
Time is on your side.

And I don't like that. 90 minutes left.

The police have been listening from
the beginning. Someone tipped them off.

All I could give them was Radek's number.

-He won't call again.
-He will. He promised.

Promises, promises…

If he doesn't call in 5 minutes or Eliška
doesn't answer, Eva, you start alone.

-Go now.
-Yeah.

Tereza, get some comments ready.

Hey, he's really calling.

Music off and straight to the studio.

Eva, Radek's back. Straight to broadcast.

Hi, Radek.
As you can see, we are back on the air.

I just wanted to say
we know your surname now.

-What'd Eliška say?
-I don't know. She ended our call.

I'm not surprised.
We're trying to get back in touch.

Maybe she's still listening.
You can still try to…

No. Nothing else on the air.

I'm driving around Prague
in a black Peugeot like an idiot.

What I'd like to still tell her
is just for her.

Could I tell her through you?
But privately.

That's quite an unusual request,

but I believe our listeners
will understand.

We all owe Eliška quite a lot.
Stay on the line and I'll call you, okay?

Will this guy dictate everything?

We're broadcasting an interview
with a criminal live on the air.

What are you doing?

-This is personal.
-What do you mean? You're live on the air.

-Hello?
-Give me Eliška's address please.

I can't, Mr. Wolner.

I want to send her compensation.

You don't need an address for that.
You can ask a notary or…

I want to send cash by courier. Now.

-Maybe she doesn't want it.
-It's up to her.

-I want to send her 100,000 euros.
-100,000?

Don't underestimate the power money has on
people's decisions. Pass that on, please.

Please.

-What happened?
-Nothing.

-What did he want?
-Nothing. How about Eliška?

-She won't answer.
-Keep trying. I'll try something else.

He landed today. Driving around Prague.

Sending people messages on the radio.

He's driving a black Peugeot.

Legally speaking,
he's totally clean, but not completely.

He's hiding information about Soukup's
murder, which is not yet time-barred.

Where did he get the car today?

We'll find out at the passport control
what time he landed.

And let's see if anyone
rented a black Peugeot.

Dispatch will go through the footage
from Evropská and Ruzyně

to see how many cars
like that passed through.

All rentals have GPS trackers in them.
We'll find him.

Plus, the radio station gave us the number
he's been calling from.

Securing the help of the mobile operator.
That's activating more files in this mess.

We still don't' have a permit for the op.

He's stressed. He's making mistakes.
Soukup's murder isn't time-barred

until 12 a.m.

Plus, under the nails they found a quarter
kilo of DNA of the guy who drowned him.

You want to dig into this? Fine.
You need to open the fucking file,

but you need more for that
than some radio chatter.

You need to convince the state prosecutor
on duty today. For us to start.

Next door is the case with the asshole
who knifed a druggie at the train station.

The state prosecutor is there. I don't
know who can do it, but we can try him.

Who is it?

Hmm. Berkovec.

That'll be fun.

They're almost closing it, we'll come up
with that radio story

and want special treatment. Haha.

Hello.

I'd like to order a messenger.

Yes, now.

Two A4 envelopes.

Yes, cash on delivery. One to Vinohrady.

The other one is also in Prague,
but not sure where yet.

Thank you. That's nice of you.

I'm in the parking lot
at the Prosek subway station.

She's calling your phone, too?

That bitch won't even leave you alone.

-Eliška, it's Eva.
-Can't you just leave us alone?

I'm so sorry. I didn't expect any of that.

Save that for your friends.

-How are you?
-How do you think I am?

You think I'm popping open champagne?
I finally know the truth? I feel sick.

Stop it.

My mom is even worse,
but she took a Xanax pill.

Radek's offered to send a courier to you
with money as compensation.

Of course, and you can film it.
That'd be a big hit.

No, this is without us.

Radek wanted your address,
but I told him I need your permission.

Sure, so he could just
throw in another 5,000 crowns.

It's a much larger amount.

-How much?
-100,000 euros.

That's about 2.5 million crowns.

The guy wants our address.

He wants to send us 2.5 million.

So give it to him.

Alright.

And do you want to say anything at all?

I mean on the air.

You said and wrote on Facebook
you lost your dad when you were 15?

That it's the worst age?

And what if they kill him when you're six?

Is that any better?

It's always tough, Eliška.

Especially when you see it
in person like I did.

Alright, I'll tell you…

or him…

I'll say something.

Alright. Thank you.

Linda Novaková: It's awful what happened.
Will someone help that girl now?

I'm also taking care of a fatherless child
and the social benefits aren't enough.

And now she even learns this.
It's awful. Be strong, Eliška.

Freddy8: I think he's a cool dude.
To get it all out there like that.

And Freddy is giving a thumbs up to Radek.

Thanks, Tereza. It's clear
the story brings lots of emotions.

But we can't forget those
this concerns most: Eliška and Radek.

Eliška is here now and wants to comment
on the whole affair.

Eliška?

If Radek thinks

that he can buy my forgiveness,

that this public circus
would force me to say it's okay,

he's mistaken.

He's making himself into a martyr,
but he isn't able…

to look the people in the eye, who…

I don't know what my dad was like.

And it's awful if he really did
such things as mentioned here before.

But Radek, you're a piece of shit.

That's all.

Thank you.

Radek promised he'd call again
and we'd get to the end of this story.

I don't dare guess
what he still has for us.

I think we've heard enough for one night.
So, we'll see.

-This is no small thing you want from me.
-Please.

I'm overseeing a totally different case.

Novotný and Judge Vízner are on duty
today at the state prosecutor's.

I hope I can connect externally.

And I hope you won't turn me in.

Before we go around everything,
the guy will disappear and it'll be gone.

The Cold Case Unit has it. Only you
can get there through your system.

Wagner. Okay, what's the file number?

-I don't know.
-Okay, here it is.

Petr Wagner, born 5.7.1961,

found on Thursday evening July 13, 2000,
in Průhonice at the west end of the park,

shot in the temple of his head.

Suspect Daniel Soukup.

He's the other murdered… drowned.

-Daniel Soukup.
-Of course.

Soukup, born January 12, 1969, in Čadca.

Found Wednesday July 19, 2000
below the Vyšehrad Rock in the Vltava.

Strongly intoxicated with sleeping pills,
but the death was caused by drowning.

Clear signs of a struggle.

Skin of attacker under nails and in hair.

Have you got a witness to identify
the attacker?

The witness or accomplice is driving
around Prague and talking on the radio.

The state prosecutor who oversaw this
died a few years ago.

Dr. Šlajer.

I could call him at home,
this evening, tonight…

but now before we make the required round,
it'll be time-barred.

Would you answer that!

You drag me from a completed case,
I'm breaching internal processes… shit.

-You're not talking to us anymore or what?
-What do you have?

You're extremely lucky.

At 1 p.m., a black Peugeot ran a red light
coming from the airport.

The license plate is very legible
on the video feed.

Whoa.

-What? Will this get you promoted?
-At least to lieutenant colonel.

-Thanks for the speed. You're the best!
-I'll relay that to the others.

Alright. What exactly do you need from me?

To renew proceedings in criminal matters
in the death of Daniel Soukup.

That will allow us access to the database
of the foreign police in Ruzyně.

Who came to Prague today? I need to
look through the database of car rentals.

When the model of the car
and the name, Radek Wolner, show up,

make his location accessible.

Then, police cars
will intervene when necessary.

And track his phone, too.

Here's the number.

Good evening, Mr. Radek. You finally
answered. We'll be on the air in a while.

-Radek?
-We can go straight to broadcast.

My time is running out.

We already are. As my father once said,
when you start something, finish it.

Radek,
you also can react to what Eliška said,

and also to the comments read aloud here.

I can't comment on the opinions of people
who haven't lived through anything

like that. They have their own life
experience. I have mine.

Not all of us have
the ability to flush away their past.

-But I am trying to correct it.
-You really do it “directly”.

Eliška hasn't accepted your request.
I'm not surprised.

I'll be more direct.

Our security guard, Soukup, killed Petr,

as you already know from the internet.

But he was a pawn like Eliška's father.

Perhaps better positioned,
but still a pawn.

What goes around comes around.

Not even a week after Petr's death
and my disappearance,

he was found drowned in the river,

with a lot of skin under his nails.

Someone helped him under the water.

But the police were never successful at
matching the DNA with a specific person.

This person wasn't in the database,
because he was clean.

But he was behind it all. From the start.

And at midnight, the statute of
limitations expires. He'll be clean again.

A respectable expert in his field.

More than well-secured
and an example for everyone else.

So your kidnapping, the blackmail
and Petr's murder was committed by someone

who is also responsible for Soukup?

And this person was never punished?

Not even investigated.

And after midnight,
there's no chance to do anything about it.

Yes. He's responsible for two deaths

and destroyed the lives of many
other people.

-Living on in comfort.
-And you want justice.

Yes.

I understand, but do you realize you've
actually made me an accomplice?

At least for not reporting a criminal act.

-Radek?
-That's all, Eva.

What do you mean?

I won't tell you the name of the person.
It's better like that. Even for you.

-Believe me.
-Hold on!

You promised an end to the story.

But this isn't it. This is just
some stupid cliff-hanger, or…

-You sound irritated.
-Are you surprised?

You're settling your old scores here,
cutting down whoever is in the way.

While crying out about straightening
affairs and that it is mainly

about Eliška.

No, Radek. You care only about yourself.
You've used me.

You've used my program and all of us here.

Nothing new in your Night Line.
The roles were just switched for a while.

You're smart enough to know that.

Just as smart as your father.

Why are you dragging my father into this?
What could you know about him?

You're bright, Eva. But not once did you
ask me why I actually chose your program.

Yeah, because all the others told you
to get lost with that charade of yours.

So you would help me avenge your father.

My dad died in a car accident.

It was nobody's fault,
so there's nothing to avenge.

Yes, five years ago,
Michal Sommer died in a car accident.

You wrote about it on Facebook
if I'm not mistaken.

-It was in July, wasn't it?
-What are you getting at?

Nothing, just that your father
didn't die that day.

He was dead on the spot. I was there
and I'll remember that until I die.

Your father didn't die.
A man named Michal Sommer died.

Let's get back to the main victim
of the story I was telling you.

-Is that supposed to be you?
-Of course not.

The main victim is Petr. Petr Wagner.

A man, a friend that believed
the mafia had kidnapped his friend.

He took 30 million from the company safe
and went to buy him back.

But the one who should protect him
shot him in the head.

Your first question should've been:

“Who was this Petr you always go back to?”

Okay, who was Petr?

You already know how he died.

But what do you know about who he was?

A confident, attractive guy around 40.

I get it. He was a friend of yours.

At that time,
Petr had an affair with a girl.

He was really in love.

I didn't know her.
She lived in Jihlava in a small flat.

He wanted to introduce me to her.
We were supposed to go to the theater.

Petr wanted us to meet.

We never managed to do that.

I never got to know Táňa Ondřejková
personally, who later married a Sommer.

Michal Sommer was your stepfather.

Probably a great guy,
but only a stepfather.

Your real father also died in July,
but in 2000.

Are you fucking kidding me?

Go ask your mom.

Does she still sing on the ski lift
so she won't feel scared?

Has she started eating dark chocolate?
She used to like just white.

And she loves blue. Dark blue. Navy.

I've remembered it all.
Petr always spoke so excitedly about her.

You might still have a painting
by Tichý at home.

That was a gift from him
when he found out he'd be a father.

I have to say goodbye.

One day you'll figure it out yourself.

I've just sent you three photos

of your real father.

Goodbye.

And thank you, Eva.

Turn the sound down.

Play some music.

It was the only Peugeot rented
today at the airport.

We've already got a GPS location,
so you can launch it.

Thanks. Alright, I need two police cars.

Go there without lights.
We don't want to scare him.

It's a rented black Peugeot 3008.

The red Sixth company logo
on the trunk is the main distinction.

Good evening. My name is František
Navrátil and I'm the broadcasting manager.

Night Line took an unexpected direction

and the broadcast got so personal for Eva
that she had to leave for a moment.

Radek took advantage…

He misused our program for his private…

How to say it… his private issues.

Radek, I don't know what this is about,
but a good man wouldn't do this.

Nevertheless, we've never had
more reactions on social networks before.

You touch on a list of topics.

The most common question is about
the statute of limitations for murder.

Hello, I have an order for two packages.

-I only have one in the end.
-One signature, please.

And your payment, please.

-Here you are.
-Okay. Thanks.

Radek?

Change of plans.
Give me time until 11:30 p.m.

-Otherwise, everything's the same.
-Alright. 11:30 p.m. I'll count on that.

Good.

Did you love Dad…

or just like him?

Well, he was no intellectual.

But he was good-looking. Yeah.

And he was really nice to me.

There was always
someone slobbering over me at the bar.

It was clear what they wanted.
But not Standa. He was totally different.

He was never indecent.

He cared for me.
He protected me, actually.

He paid me so much attention
like nobody else had before.

Yeah, sometimes he got
in a fight with someone,

but it made an impression on me, in fact.

I felt good with him. We had you.

I think I never asked because
I didn't want to lose him.

How ironic.

Really ironic.

You know what I remember?

How he carried me on his shoulders on
the street and threw me into the air.

I screamed with fear.

And when he caught me, he said one
day I'd be a gymnast or a circus acrobat.

And when we were at the fair,
he'd buy me a lollypop.

I always told him not to buy it
because you were afraid

that I'd trip and stuff it down my throat.

-Really?
-Yeah.

That's a long time ago.
I don't remember that at all.

What are we going to do
with the money if he actually sends it?

Go away.

At least for a while.

We've always wanted to do that.

We don't even know what real palm trees
or sand look like, endless sand…

In your name
at this bank there's 1.5 million euros.

It's the unpaid share of your father's
IT company Security Rose.

Hire the law office in Zurich listed below
that made and legalized the transaction.

They've been paid to help you with it.
I can't do anything else.

I'm sorry for everything,
but it was the only way. Radek.

I'M ENCLOSING A PHOTO OF YOUR PARENTS
WHEN THEY WERE STILL TOGETHER.

-Yes.
-Good evening.

-I have a package for an Eliška Vachková.
-I know about it. Second floor.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

Eliška Vachková?

-Do I need to sign something?
-No, it's not necessary.

You're no messenger, are you?

Goodbye.

I'm coming.
I'll be at your office in 10 minutes.

There's a crosswalk here, you idiot!

You nearly killed us.

Eva thanks you for your support on social
networks, but she won't return today.

I promised we'd find out about the statute
of limitations of murder here and abroad.

Because if nobody can arrest you
for killing someone after 20 years,

it's very strange, at the very least…

In English-speaking countries, United
Kingdom, the USA, Canada, Australia,

there's never been a statute of
limitations for such serious crimes.

In most European countries,
however, it's 30 years…

Yes, Doctor?

I'm expecting a visitor.
A man. His name is Radek Wolner.

When he comes, let him in.

Then lock the house. Nobody's allowed in.

Not even the police with a warrant.

The house is closed. There are six floors,
you have no key. Until 12:30 a.m. Clear?

-Yes, Doctor.
-…someone's moving freely,

probably in Prague.

Only one hour remains
until the statute of limitations expires

on a murder this person committed.

The Czech police have been monitoring
our broadcast from the start

and are acting accordingly

so that justice is served
at least in one of the cases.

The live broadcast of Night Line
with Eva Sommerová is now over.

We'll stay with you on social media
and react to your comments.

I wish you a good night.

-Good evening.
-Good evening.

-Mr. Radek Wolner?
-Yes.

Take out all metal objects
and walk through the metal detector.

You want to take that upstairs?

I'd like to.

Doctor?

Your visitor has a gun.

That's okay. Let it be.

Tell the guards not to panic.
The house is hermetically sealed.

Nobody is here and nobody can enter.

This is a private visitor.

-We don't need to escort him up?
-No. It's not necessary.

You can go up.

-Sixth floor.
-Thank you.

Sixth floor.

We're not going to play cowboys, are we?

If I'm not in my car in ten minutes

-to call someone that everything is okay…
-What does that mean “everything is okay”?

Settled.

I kept my word. I sent you the money.

You kept your word.

Out of the 70 million promised,
you sent only 40.

I can forgive that.

But you're responsible for Petr.

That was Soukup's choice.

I vomited when it happened. I was there.

They had to pour gasoline
over everything so that nothing remained.

Why'd you kill Soukup?

He was exactly what he was. An idiot.

A week after he got two million,
he came in wanting two more.

An asshole that wanted
a reward for his first job.

I put 20 crushed sleeping pills
in his beer.

I thought I'd just push him and that'd
be it. But he was physically strong.

A Slovak.

He started swimming to the shore.

So I held his head underwater,

and he sunk his claws in me like a cat.

I underestimated you
and overestimated myself.

As I understand, you know everything
about my clientele and my company.

Well, that must've been a lot of work.

Then that performance on the radio…

You don't want to kill me.
And I don't want to kill you either.

So how much?

2.9 million euros. Now, in cash.

That's crazy.
I'll send it to your account.

All I can give you from the safe here
is just gold bricks or diamonds, but cash…

My clients' savings
are all in the ING bank.

Apart from the diamonds and gold bricks,
which I'm not interested in,

you have at least 3.5 million euros
in cash in the safe.

You can cancel
the transfer order within 24 hours.

I want 2.9.

For all you've done,
that's still not enough.

You'll patch things up
and it won't destroy you.

My statute of limitations has expired.
Yours hasn't. There's a few minutes left.

If I can control your whole company
remotely, unnoticed for six months,

you can be sure I know what I'm doing.

Soukup's nails contained your DNA.
My guy is waiting for a time signal.

CSI is on alert. I made sure they were
listening and gave them enough clues.

You can't buy everyone.
Not even in Latin America.

-You'll leave my clients alone?
-I'm here for you.

I'll leave your IT system in three days
and leave you alone.

You know, I didn't mind drowning Soukup.

I hated him. I despised him.

It actually gave me some relief.

But Petr, who I didn't want to kill, his
face haunts me every night to this day.

My visitor is leaving.
Let him out and lock up.

Is there anything else?

No.

No Peugeot. No suspect.
Apart from us, there's nobody here.

Let's stop kidding ourselves, boys.
There's a GPS jammer in the car.

Those who rented the car aren't home. The
phone number you showed is deactivated.

You have lost.
But it's been a pleasure to try and help.

Dr. Šlajer was my teacher.

-Thanks, Doctor.
-No problem.

Alert. The Vietnamese 24-hour shop
in Orten Square. A robbery.

No injuries. No shots. The culprit had
a knife. There's a patrol there already.

Let's go. There's work to do.

The police have already been to my home
in Středokluky,

-so the car's been identified.
-We counted on that.

-What are your plans now?
-I'm going back home.

-When will we see each other again?
-We'll see.

Thanks for everything.

-Good evening. Did you call a taxi?
-Yes.

Where to? Dispatch told me outside Prague.
Pilsen?

No, Cheb. I'll keep this with me.

And why Cheb at this time of night?

-It's a beautiful Gothic city.
-Yeah, there's a lovely old church.

Do you know that John of Luxembourg
bought it from the Germans for Bohemia?

I do.

Can you turn the radio off?

As you wish, but there's
been some interesting things on.

It's midnight. Welcome to the first news
of the day with Michal Stránský.

The first hurricane of the season
is reaching the shores of Texas.

The storm in the Gulf of Mexico
has strengthened…

At the time of filming,
the maximal statute of limitations

for murder in the Czech Republic
was 20 years.

It is still valid for murders
committed prior to October 1, 2020.

Based on the amendatory act of the
criminal code, valid from October 1, 2020,

the statute of limitations for murder
in the Czech Republic is now 15

or 30 years, depending on the gravity
of the particular case.

Even after the amendatory act,
it is still one of the most

benevolent time periods in Europe.

A similarly lenient approach to this issue
can be found, for example, in Romania.

Subtitled by Zach Barnes