All language subtitles for Crossing.Lines.S01E01E02.720p.HDTV.X264-DIMENSION

Like all good stories.

This one starts
with a beautiful woman,

young, adventurous,
full of life.

Ah!

Help me!

Unfortunately,
this story also starts

with the end of that life...

With her murder.

- Morning, sir.
- Good morning.

Morning, major.

Good morning.

What are you doing here, Louis?

It's Major Daniel,

and I'm here because

I am a member of
the National Police.

Did you send her?

No.

But she's with me.

You are no longer
in the 36, major.

I'm in charge now.

When I was in charge,

I didn't feel the need
to tell everyone.

You were right.

This was the same killer.

Ah!

I was not in a good way.

The truth is,

there were days,
I thought about just giving up.

The only thing
keeping me alive was anger

and morphine.

Commissaire Laveaux.

I need you to keep
this scene sealed

for a couple of days.

Then you have no authority

to seal the scene.

I'm not ordering you.

I'm asking you,

because this may not
be the first victim.

I've had no notification
of any other murder.

That's because she's
the first French victim.

A serial killer is in France.

You have a chance to catch him.

Me?

I need a few days,
and, at the right moment,

I will turn everything

over to you.

You'll take no credit?

No.

Two days.

And I want to be kept informed

of any progress.

Thank you.

The scene will be kept closed.

Where are you going?

Amsterdam.

I had no idea
how much that poor young girl,

dead in a park
in the middle of Paris,

was about to change my life.

What the hell
do you mean, "no"?

It's okay,
darling. We can...

Guess
my wife's weight!

I don't do that.

I paid my money!

I read cards.

I can tell you some things
about yourself

and maybe give you
some insight into...

I paid my money.

Now guess her weight!

Hey, why don't you
just leave her alone, pal?

Why don't you mind
your own business?

Hey, you got a problem?

Go to hell.

You want to know
something about yourself?

I'll tell you
something about yourself.

You got soft hands
and no muscle tone,

which mark you for white-collar,

but your eyes
have no spark of intelligence,

and you obviously can't decipher
a simple sign, so guess what?

You're not management.

My guess is you're a drone.
You're a worker-bee.

Top buttonhole's
pulled wide and frayed.

You're fatter
than you used to be,

and you can't afford
a new shirt.

You're not even
a successful worker-bee.

But maybe there's another reason

that you can't afford
a new shirt. Huh?

It's a girlfriend, yeah?

- Hey...
- A mistress? Huh?

But not just any mistress.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

A mistress with a baby.

Your baby. Your baby!

Perhaps you know her, madam?

She's got long blonde hair?

You!

You said you wouldn't
see her anymore!

And now there's a baby?

No, no. Bette!
Let me explain this!

I think it's a boy.

In pounds, I'd say your wife
is 140, 145?

I'm not sure what that is
in kilos, but...

You bastard!

He is a bastard,
but you are not hitting him.

Your wife is getting away.

Go.

You haven't lost your way
with people.

It'd be a better world
without them, yes.

How could you possibly figure
the mistress and the baby?

Why are you at a carnival
in Amsterdam, Louis?

That's what you're doing
with your skills, Carl?

Why are you here?

Do you have somewhere
private we can talk?

Yeah.

How many?

Four.

Including the one in Paris.

A lot of cutting.

He's a bad one.

Carl, do you miss the job?

Still haven't told me
why you're here, Louis.

If you want to
feel like a cop again,

I have a job for you.

Crossing Lines 01x01
Pilot
Original Air Date June 23, 2013

==sync, correction by dcdah==
for www.addic7ed.com

Doesn't the I.C.C.

Do war crimes and genocides?

For now, we are going to
try something.

"We"?

I chose a team of cops
from all over the Eurozone.

Each has a special skill.
Like you.

I'm not a cop anymore.

Then I won't have to
pay you much.

Where are we goin'?

If you're gonna shoot me,

you could've done that
in Amsterdam.

Hell, I'd have loaded the gun.

Not with your hand.

Good point.

Can't grip anything
heavier than my joint

without screaming.

"Joint"?

You know... Johnson.

Pecker.

Joint.

Ah... "Braquemard."

You French make everything
sound like a sauce.

But you're still
able to function?

Depends on
your definition of function.

You're very lucky, you know?

Lucky?

That you were born
with a light "joint."

Inspector Sienna Pride.

Scotland Yard.

Interrogation specialist.

Investigator Sebastian Berger,
tech genius.

Polizei Berlin, Germany.

Eva Vittoria, sergeant,
anti-mafia.

Undercover
and covert operations.

Detective Tommy McConnell,

Police Services
Northern Ireland,

weapons and tactical expert.

And Detective Sergeant
Anne-Marie San.

Criminal analyst,
trafficking crimes specialist.

Team, may I present...

Detective First-Grade
Carlton Hickman.

- You prefer "Carl."
- NYPD.

Former NYPD.

Led the department in arrests
six years running.

In convictions, too.

Four years as NYPD liaison

in Europol after 9/11.

Then back to New York,
where you led the department

in arrests again.

Until you were shot
in the hand.

Chasing
a child abduction suspect.

- Who got away.
- But you saved the child.

Impressive use of Google.

Well, here's one thing
I couldn't find on Google.

If you're so bloody good,

why'd the NYPD sack you?

I'm only here because...

Louis asked me to come...

If I'm so bloody good...

You can kiss my ass
in Macy's window.

Macy's window?

It's a shop in New York.

You would know that.

Well, it's not just in New York,
it's all over America.

Why would his "ass"
be in the window?

Waiting to be kissed
by Tommy McConnell.

Carl, please.

I don't need this.

NYPD betrayed you.

It's not fair.

I don't see you

ending up as a garbage man
in a carnival.

I saw you today with that man.

Your mind is sharp as ever.

We have a chance
to stop a killer.

A bad one.

You don't want that?

That's not what you need?

I was sacked

because my bosses were

bastards
who stabbed me in the back.

Also, I'm on
permanent heavy meds,

and I have a useless right hand,

the hand that I write
and shoot with,

so I can't fill out a report
or hold a gun.

Any other questions?

Not right now.

Good.

So let's stop a monster

before he kills another woman.

So, the first victim was in Rome
seven months ago.

A young girl in
Villa Borghese Park,

in the woods.

Same thing in Dublin,
three months later.

Phoenix Park.

London's Richmond Park,
one month ago.

And, night before last,
Parc de Saint-Cloud in Paris.

Each killed in a large park

in a capital city.

He's putting on a show.

Tosser like this always is.

Three months
between the first and second,

three months
between the second and third,

but now only one month
before the fourth.

The time between victims
is getting shorter.

Have any of the women
been identified?

There is nothing
to identify them with.

He did so much damage
to the faces and jaw lines,

it's impossible to compare them
with photographs

or dental records,

and the fingerprints are gone.

Ground off.
Like with sandpaper.

He brings tools.

None of the victims match
any open missing-persons report

as far as height
and hair color.

He also removes
clothing, jewellery,

anything we can use
for secondary identification.

He didn't just conceal
their identities,

he erased them.

He'll mess up.
They always do.

Prostitutes
sometimes go missing.

These women
don't look like, uh...

They're not the street types.

They seem healthy,
in relatively good shape.

No signs of drug use.

How can four
young girls be dead

and no one is
looking for them?

We've got nothing at all

but four faceless,
nameless bodies.

That's not necessarily true.

Every fact has a reverse.

Having no identifying
information means...

Could mean...

That he went to a lot of trouble
to keep them unidentified.

Bastard...

Why do that?

If they were connected to him.

If we I.D. them...

It probably would lead
directly to him.

So, job one,

who are all these women?

Sienna and Tommy,
go to the Paris morgue

and follow up with the body.

Straight away, sir.

Anne-Marie, take Hickman

to the Parc de Saint-Cloud
crime scene.

Sebastian, go as well,
and use your new equipment.

Very good, sir.

We should be able
to join you all

in Paris by nightfall.
All right?

Got a ticket in my name?

Pretty confident I'd join up.

Eva, you're with me.

Okay.

How much of that do you take?

I follow the directions.

Can we trust
your brain on that?

I probably wouldn't.

Drink?

No.

Irishman refuses a drink.

Alert the media.

A cocky American.

Who saw that coming?

Whiskey?

Six Euros.

How much did you win
in your last fight?

Or was it just a feud thing?

This your way of impressing me?

You reckon I'll go all chilly

'cause you deduced
I bare-knuckle fight?

Broken 51 times,

grew back wanky.

Anyone can see it.

Not too many ways that happens,

past punching things
without gloves on.

My less-than-posh
Irish background

points to bare-knuckle
clan fighting,

and my still-pretty face
says I usually win.

You're no smarter than me,
super-detective.

You're an angry guy, Tommy.

That's gonna get in your way.

You saying you're not angry?

I'm saying

the last person in the world
you want to end up like is me.

All right.

Sergeant Vittoria
of the N.O.C.S. in Rome.

This is...

Mikael Lechnya Dorn.

I'm honored, sir.

I know of your work

with the International
Criminal Court.

"Sir?"

I'm Dorn. Just Dorn.

They refused
to sanction your team.

What?

I warned you, Louis.

My hands are pretty much tied.

They're very cautious,
those men in there.

They don't seek

fame, money, ambition.

They're incorruptible,

which means it's
very difficult

to make a deal with them.

Did they give
a reason for refusal?

Yeah. They're concerned
that they would be,

or would appear to be,
usurping the power

of sovereign states.

I'm not asking for power,
I just want to do my job.

Well...

You're going to have to find
another way to do your job.

I don't understand.

The workings of the court
are very complicated...

Not them.

You.

I don't understand you.

I beg your pardon?

I read something
you wrote once,

in a report on Kosovo.

"The mothers and wives
of missing Serbs

are begging for
their loved ones to be found,

but they never will be.

This court is..."

"Is the only place
for them to turn.

We weep

for those
no one else weeps for."

Exactly.

Four women have been butchered
by the same man

in four different countries.

That man will never be caught

because the authorities in Rome

don't talk to Dublin,
who don't talk to Paris,

who don't talk to London.

I mean,
I-it's not their fault,

but that's the way it worked

until Major Daniel
brought us together.

Maybe one day,
we won't need it,

but right now,

this court is the only place

for these women to turn.

No one else weeps for them.

No one.

We're adjourned.

It's a crime of aggression

that is ongoing, systematic
and cross-border.

This is exactly
what the I.C.C. does.

Sorry.

No. It's fine.

What man doesn't like a woman
to tell him how brilliant he is?

Get ready to travel.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

I.C.C. team
from The Hague?

- Ca va?
- Ca va.

Major Daniel said
two cars would be sufficient.

C'est les deux-la.

- Okay.
- D'accord.

- Merci, Detective Moreau.
- Avec plaisir.

That's service.

I.C.C. team?

I didn't know we had a name.

It's like we're
the Justice League

or something.

"Justice League?"

It's an American comic book

about a team
of super-heroes.

How do you lot not know that?

What did you read
when you were kids?

- Biographies.
- Encyclopedias.

Things with
grown-up words.

Guess I didn't get
the same books

as you Cheltenham
Girls' School lot.

Cheltenham "ladies," actually.

All right, ladies, is it?

We'll see you
at the crime scene.

Tommy!

Hey, I drive.

Oh, grow up.

Ah, stay, stay, stay.

The magistrate is
writing up an order,

authorizing you to investigate

this crime series.

This series only.

Thank you, Dorn.

Thank Sergeant Vittoria.

It's always the same.

A woman's mind is...

quite extraordinary.

Here.

You are doing this
for the right reasons,

aren't you, Louis?

This is about the women,
about the job, yes?

You are not using everyone

to further another end,
are you?

What do you want me to say?

The truth.

I don't know.

How is Rebecca?

The same.

Thank you.

Your order.

Be wary, my friend.

"Those to whom
evil is done..."

"...do evil
in return."

You quote Auden to me?

Serves you right.
You gave him to me.

Yeah.

It also says
"We must love each other..."

"...Or die."

I can assure you

that those
conventional authorities

in those countries

will not love you.

Probably not.

Thank you.

Afternoon, detective.

Bonjour, Officer Laffont.

This is Detective Hickman.

Are the neighbours
giving you a hard time?

I can't really blame them.

They just want to
use their park.

Yeah. We'll try to
finish up by today, okay.

Is it true, ma'am?

Commissaire Laveaux
of the crime squad

is calling him another ripper,
like the one in London.

There's a difference.

This one's gonna be caught.

Merci. Shall we?

Is that a Compass Rose?

Mind your business.

Oh, it's something
you want to hide?

Why get a tattoo
you need to hide?

You interrogating me?

I'm ready.

We'll finish this.
Later.

No. We won't.

Do you really think
we'll catch this ripper?

Don't call him that.

Jack the ripper
killed five women

in five completely
different locations.

Every scene was more brutal
than the last.

He took prizes, body parts.

Everything for him
was post-kill.

This guy

does the same thing every time,
in the same type of place.

He seems to have
some sort of ritual

that plays out
before the murder.

Everything after

is to conceal the crime.

They couldn't be
more different.

Any idea how he got her here?

No vehicle tracks,
if that's what you mean.

That's what I mean.
Footprints?

This park
is very well-travelled.

We even tried focusing
on only the barefoot prints,

but there are just too many.

What's that?

It's a variation on
a virtual autopsy device.

It uses
light-amplification beams

to scan a scene
thousands of times

so we can recreate it
later, holographically.

I call it "Scangen,"

because it, well,
it generates scans.

This guy is very short.

Maybe 5'5", at the most.

How do you know that?

See the blood splatter
from the knife

on the bottom of the leaves?

Yeah?

That's the upstroke.
Goes way up there, right?

But now look at
the tops of the leaves.

The splatter
from the downstroke

is at six-feet or below.

A man with his arm
raised above head

usually picks up the length of
his lower arm in height.

My height...

His height.

Now, what does this new fact
tell you that you didn't know?

Small feet.

Small feet. Yeah.

Hello.

This is the Daniel family.

Please leave a message
after the beep.

Rebecca, it's me again.

Please...

I just want to talk.

Are you ready, sir?

Yes. I'm ready.

Scanning.

Two sets going north.

One barefoot...

One wearing small boots
or work shoes.

The strides are fairly long.

They were running.

Well, he was chasing her.

Then, just this set
of small tracks

goes back South.

Hickman.

Look. There's blood, too.

She was already bleeding
when he was chasing her?

Maybe he attacked her
somewhere else, and she escaped.

A secondary crime scene
would be valuable.

Oh, hold on. Look. Look.

Yeah.

Why do his return tracks
criss-cross like that?

Looks like he was lost
after he killed her.

Or looking for something.

Something important enough

to take the chance of being
discovered with a dead body

in the clearing.

Important enough to look for,
instead of escaping.

Evidence.

There are multiple
deep lacerations

from a large bladed weapon, ,,

was she dead
when her face was damaged?

Oh, probably.

The angle of those wounds
indicate she was already prone.

Looks very angry.

But also methodical.

At key points,

there are shallow
puncture wounds...

At the wrist,
in her inner thighs...

On arteries.

He cut her wrists?

Ah, he punctured them.

She bled, but not quickly.

It would be a...
A steady ooze.

And these appear to have been
the first wounds made.

Why would he do that?

To weaken her.

Like a jab for a fighter.

Bloody him up first

before you get in close
and finish him off.

Excuse me.

How long have you been
a detective in Paris?

I'm not.

I work mainly

on border crimes
out of offices in Lyon.

It was Major Daniel
who brought me here.

Really?

That surprises you?

We've talked

to two Parisian police officers
since we arrived,

neither of them had nametags,

yet you called them both
by name.

Oh, that's...
that's something I have.

I remember.

You're eidetic?

My doctors call it
hyperthymesia.

Doctors?

Yeah. My mother's a physician.

Oh.

When I was a child,

she thought
I might be autistic,

so she had an MRI
done of my brain,

and they found
an enlarged temporal lobe

and Caudate Nucleus.

That's a mouthful.

It's found in people
with O.C.D.

Sorry.

Anne-Marie San.

That would make sense
with what we're finding here.

Yeah. We're here.

That was Sienna.

The coroner says

he might have
wounded her first.

Some arteries were nicked.

Started her bleeding,
and then...

Then let her run.

Son of a bitch hunted her.

He's a sadist.

She was dead
the moment she showed him fear.

Is there something else?

It's just a bit odd

for a sadist to put on a show
like this.

They're usually...

Usually a bit more...

Private.

Look.

She had one shoe on...

When she got to this root,

and then she was barefoot.

She lost a shoe.

Look at her tracks.

He found it.

He was looking for her shoes?

He found one,
maybe not the other.

Just needed some water.

It's not the blood
or the damage,

it's the smell in
these places, you know?

You never hear of
olfactory fatigue?

Take a couple of deep breaths.
You won't notice it soon enough.

I'm saying
the smell bothers me,

you're saying
suck up more of it?

It works.

What, growing up
in Traveller Camps,

you never got used to
bad smells?

I mean, that's
the tattoo, right?

The compass rose?

You're an Irish Traveller.
Your family are criminals.

Wow.

We're showing
our true colours now,

aren't we?

Inspector Pride.

What have you done?

What have you done?

Major Daniel?

Major Daniel?

You okay?

Y-yeah.

Yeah.

You sure?

Yes, I'm fine now.

Okay.

She had on both shoes here.

Look.

One shoe here.

Okay... okay... this... this...

Search...

Ah!

Hickman! Are you okay?

Oh!

I'm fine.

Let's just look.

It's okay! It's okay.
I'll... I'll do it.

Oh, wait.

It says, uh...

"C. G."

That's "Charles Gallant."

A pair of shoes costs
more than 1,500 pounds.

That's almost 2,000 Euros.

If she is a pro,
she's a good one.

First piece of actual evidence
he's left behind.

Hard to believe we're
looking at wealthy victims.

- Who no one's looking for?
- Exactly.

And yet, it's odd.

It's actually a very old style.

Inspector Pride has
a fashion criticism

for the victim.

- What do you mean by "old"?
- It looks vintage.

It's unusual
for Charles Gallant.

Do you think
he sells a lot of these?

I don't know many people
who can afford them.

Don't.

If I sold shoes like these,

I'd want to keep track
of who bought them,

so I could sell them more.

Which means a database.

The main dealer's
here in Paris.

I'll make a call.

Allo, bonjour,
this is Detective San.

Do you keep a record
of your clients?

Can we come and see you? Now?

Thank you.
We'll be right there.

So, not only do they keep track
of their customer base,

but the shoes are handmade.

There's a serial number
in the sole of each shoe

that corresponds
to the customer.

Which means a name.

Yeah. The store's
about to close,

but the manager's
waiting for us.

Let's go.

You three wait for Louis
at the crime scene. We'll go.

Eva, I want to apologize
for what happened on the train.

No good cop
can sleep well, sir.

Yeah. Major Daniel.

Hey. Well,
it's like I said, Louis.

They're not happy
with your change in assignment.

The French are up in arms.

Which French?

36.

Laveaux. Thank you, Dorn.

Can you go faster, please?

Is there something wrong?

36 is angry.

Who's 36?

The Direction Regionale
de Police Judiciaire de Paris.

We call it "36"

because of their
headquarters' address,

and they are very territorial.

We have authorization, though.

We do.

But the team doesn't,
and they are in the park.

What's going on?

A young boy found
a dead dog up there.

Oh?

What sort of dog was it?

Anne-Marie?

Uh, sorry.

We're almost done here.
Merci beaucoup.

So this entire crime scene
can be reproduced now?

In holographic form.

That's unbelievable.

We first used it
on a case in Sittensen,

near Hamburg.

Asian triads killed
a number of civilians

in a Chinese restaurant,
a massacre.

We were able to show the jury

exactly where each of
the shooters had been standing,

and who they actually killed.

- That's an impressive toy.
- Yeah.

We could even use it
to find any evidence

missed the first time.

Are you saying
we missed something?

No, I meant...

Who are you all?

We're police officers with...

- We're investigating a mur...
- Investigating?

What the hell are three
foreign officers doing

inside a Parisian crime scene?

Well, it's kind of
hard to explain,

but Major Daniel
will be on his way to...

Good. He can come collect you
at headquarters.

What?

Will handcuffs be necessary?

We're here.

Go ahead in.
I need a minute.

Alone.

Okay.

Probably take 'em a few minutes
to look it up, anyway.

I just...
I just need a minute.

No trouble.
Take your time.

Hello?

Anne-Marie?

Anybody here?

Ah!

Anne-Marie!

Anne-Marie!

Anne-Marie!

Where's my phone?

Where's my phone?

Come on! Come on!

No!

Paris emergency!

Paris emergency...

17! 17... 17.

Keep it quiet.

- Are these their phones?
- Yes, sir.

Copy their contact names.

How do you turn it on?

I'd really rather you didn't.

I didn't mean
Traveller Camps smell.

Idiot.

I only meant that
you living like that,

living in a camp with
a lot of other families,

you must've...

Come across

bad smells.

Is this an apology?

It's meant to be.

You're an only child, right?

Parents like yours,

a solicitor and an MP,

they don't go in
for a mess of kids.

What's your point?

You're a cliche.

I'm proud I grew up Pavee.

Four brothers and three sisters,

and we didn't have Jack...

But we had a family.

No!
Don't press that button!

I haven't downloaded
the images from the park yet.

Images?
From my crime scene?

Your crime scene?

- Tommy.
- His crime scene?

They missed the wounds
on the wrists and thighs...

What? They missed
the blood spatters in the trees,

and they missed the shoe!

- Shoe?
- Major Daniel can explain.

Major Daniel?

He was supposed to keep me
informed. He didn't.

You have every right
to be angry.

I am deeply sorry
we've offended you.

We should've asked
your permission

before we entered
your jurisdiction,

but it was an oversight,

not an intentional slight.

What shoe?

If you removed evidence
from a crime scene,

I'll have you all brought up
in front of a judge.

You went through us

like we was virgins
on our wedding night.

Didja find any evidence?

You put them in the cage?

These foreigners
were trespassing.

This is an order
from the I.C.C.,

directing my team

to investigate
a series of murders.

So, now, Laveaux,

you are interfering
in my investigation.

Right?

Open it.

Hi, guys.

I brought
identification and guns.

There you go.

Ah.

Welcome home, girls.

Talking of cliches.

- Commissaire Laveaux?
- What?

An American is reporting
a murdered man in a shoe store

and an officer missing.

- What shoe store?
- Charles Gallant.

Hickman...

Are you okay?

You shouldn't have
brought me here, Louis.

I wasn't...

I'm not...
I'm not ready.

I'm not right.

What do you mean,
you're "not right"?

The drugs, my head... I'm not...

I'm not thinking clearly,
anymore!

There's nothing wrong
with your head.

Carl, listen to me.

I was watching you,

when you read that man
at the carnival.

You even knew about
the mistress and the baby!

I saw him! Okay?

I saw him.
The day before.

He was at the carnival with
the girl, with the girlfriend.

And the baby!

There was no reading involved,
there was no...

no deduction or nothin'.

I just... I saw him.

I saw him.

This is not your fault.

I let her come in alone.

I stayed in the car
for a few minutes.

Because I had to do something.

I let her come in alone.

We have roadblocks

on every major road
leaving Paris.

We'll find her.

Diplomatic plates.
U.S. Embassy.

Let him through.

Okay, this way.
This way. Move on.

I never should have done this.

I wasn't ready.

I let her go in by herself.

I left her alone.

I never should have done this.

I never
should have done this...

There she is.

Bastardo.

You couldn't have known.

No! I should've known.

And if I were clear-headed,
I would have known!

Carl, I need you.

Why do you need

a guy who lets his partner
walk into an ambush?

What exactly am I...

What am I giving to your team?

So you're running away?

Accepting my limitations
isn't running away.

I'm not risking any more cops

pretending that I can
still do the job again.

You know what?

When this is over,
I don't give a damn what you do,

but I gave you the authority
to be a cop again,

so do it!

After, you can crawl
back to your carnival.

I don't care,

but this is your mess
to clean up!

If we find this girl alive...

I'm out.

You understand?

Fine.

See what he does?

Come here.

He pushed the body
way back there,

and then he goes to hide.

So, when Anne-Marie
comes in,

she's drawn towards the body?

Then he grabs
the evidence bag with the shoe

and doesn't even look at it.

Like he already knew
what was in it.

And who was coming.

He did.

He knew that shoe
was out there somewhere.

We found tracks where
he was searching for it.

He was there...

Waiting for us
to find something,

or the scene to open up.

This guy is methodical,
thorough and smart.

Smarter than us.

You speak for yourself.

I am.

We have the customers' database.
It may be helpful.

- Look for male names.
- Male?

He may have seen us

find the shoe...

But how would he have known
that this is the store?

This is the very store!

Did he not show up here first?

He bought them.

Son of a bitch.

My Scangen.

If he was there
the whole time...

I used the lasers at the scene.

Are you saying you might have
a picture of him?

Well, not a picture exactly,
but an image. It's possible.

I need a face.

Well... scanner's
at the crime squad.

That's where we start.

No... I tried!

It's too fast!
Do you understand?

No! I tried! I tried.

I did! I did...

I need time to think, okay?

I just need
a little time to th...

This is Gerald.

Hi, yes, ma'am.

No, no, no, no, no.

Everything's completely
taken care of in Paris.

Yes, you know I never
leave things half-completed.

Of course. Of course.

I always have
my cell phone with me.

Yes, ma'am. I will.

Thank you.

Will I have my phone with me?

Don't I always,
you ridiculous bitch?

Have I ever, even once,

not had my phone with me

when you call, over and over?

Yes! I have my phone!
I have my phone!

- Where do we go?
- Upstairs.

Eva, can you bring
the blue bag?

Anything from the checkpoints?

Nothing so far,

but we'll keep them up
as long as it takes.

Uh, you'll say this was
your operation, right?

Yeah. It was
my responsibility.

You do know the killer
must've gotten past

any checkpoints by now.

This guy can't stop
every route out of Paris.

Yes. I know.

He's keeping them up
to cover himself.

Excuse me?

Dorn?

I'm in Paris.

I need to speak with you.

No, I can't.

I didn't say it would be
nice to speak with you,

I said I need to.

About?

Your son, Etienne.

Okay.

So the room back there's okay?

To the left.

Can I help you?

Carl, I need to go somewhere.

Meet with a source.

Yeah. Yeah, I got this.

Hickman.

The crime scene photos.

Paris.

London.

Rome. Dublin.
Every scene, every body.

You're Scotland Yard, right?

We call it The Met, but, yeah.

You have access
to their databases?

Yeah.

We know
this guy is mobile, right?

Four bodies,
four different countries.

But what if the women missing

aren't from the country
they were found in?

What if the missing women
are from the previous one?

You mean like
the girl we found in Paris

could be from London?

Yeah.

Maybe your friends at the Yard

could recheck our Paris girl...

With missings
from the U.K.?

Yeah. Yeah, that might work.

Hang on, Anne-Marie.

Okay. Okay...

Okay, that happened.

I need to think.

This is what happens, Gerald.

This is what happens
without control.

I thought you'd be awake.

Padma! Can you hold on a sec?

Hi!

Oh...

That's sweet of you
to remember.

Uh, no, actually,
I'm in Paris on a case.

You know I don't really like
to celebrate anyway.

Thanks, Padma.
I miss you, too.

Cheers.
Thanks for the call.

Okay, guys, it's ready.

Here goes.

Wow.

That is
pretty impressive, Sebastian.

In a more
controlled environment,

we could even look for evidence
that was missed.

Right, now what we need is
an image of one wanker.

This guy would've gotten
as close as possible

without attracting attention.

Yeah. Outside the tape, right?
That's a good distance.

Let me widen it out
to the limit of the scan.

Okay, am I missing something?

If you are, I am, too.

What's that?

Oh, that's the entrance
to the crime scene.

Wasn't there a guard there?

Let's have a closer look.

Yeah. I remember him.

- Young guy.
- And anyone trying...

To get into the scene
would've had to talk to him.

So this makes

this guard potentially
our first eye-witness.

Anne-Marie knew him.
His name was...

Laffont.

Cadet Antoine Laffont.

All right,
well, I'll go and talk to him.

I'll go with you.
We should stay paired up.

I'm starting
to think we need to rely on

the worst thing a cop
ever has to...

Luck.

- Bonsoir, monsieur.
- Bonsoir.

Though I warn you,

that is close to
the limit of my French.

American?

Guilty.
I'm with the diplomatic corps.

This is an embassy vehicle.

I see the plates.

I had a flat I fixed,

and I'm sort of in a hurry.

Where'd the blood come from?

This is so funny.

I was, uh...

I was tightening the bolts,

and my hand slipped,
and I hit myself in the face.

My nose is very sensitive.

It bleeds very easily.

See?

I don't mean to be
disrespectful,

but I really should be
getting back on the road.

Merci.

I'll help.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

I... it's...
As I said, it's fixed.

Open the trunk.

No! Um...

I'd rather you put it
in the back seat.

It will tear your leather.

The... the ambassador's suitcases

and personal items
are in that trunk.

I cannot allow them
to be damaged.

I would rather damage
these seats

than the ambassador's
hat boxes.

The rich cow...

She would have me sacked
within the hour.

Thank you so much, officer.

That is very kind of you.

Merci. Merci beaucoup.

- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.

He's a Russian.

An ex-colonel of the army.

Went underground
about 20 years ago...

Took an armory

and a cadre of very loyal
officers with him.

Dimitrov.

Alexander Dimitrov.

You're sure?

I have known my source
for a very long time...

And they are sure.

Do you trust them?

Yes.

But more than that, Louis...

I trust fear,

because, if there is anything
in this world

that I know anything about,

it's fear,

and these people
fear that man,

and they want him stopped
almost as much as you do.

"Almost."

I was able to obtain everything
you asked me to get for you,

but I want you
to think about it.

If you let me take
this envelope,

unopened...

I will use its contents

to make him pay
for what he did to Etienne,

for what he did to you
and Rebecca.

I don't understand.

I will find him

and I will bring him to justice
in the courts.

You've killed before,
but you won't kill him?

Well, I've never
murdered anyone.

It's not the same.

So why unopened?

Because it contains everything
you need to know to find him,

and I will not
have you hunting for him

while I am.

I need to think about it.

How is your case going?

We'll get him.

I have no doubt.

Laffont gets off shift
in five minutes.

Hold on.

You know all that bollocks
I said earlier,

about how great
havin' a big family is?

That was bollocks, was it?

My da...

My da actually has
a hit out on me.

A paid-for hit.

You're serious?

10,000 pounds.

I don't even know
where he got 10,000 pounds.

But he put it up

when I joined
the police services.

Now I'm a target

for any Traveller
who might come across me.

Your family wants you dead?

Very.

Why are you telling me this?

Because, if we're to be...

gonna be partnered,

then...

You should know
what you're dealing with.

I guess I'm just saying

that, you know, having
a great, big family's...

Not always such a good thing.

Here's our guy.

Go ahead.

I need a minute.

No trouble. Take your time.

Anne-Marie!

Thanks.

We'll let you know
as soon as we know more.

- It's not her.
- Thank God.

- The body in the woods...
- It's an overdose.

A known local junkie.

Let's go back to the beginning.

I've been looking at
the crime scenes.

They aren't exact matches,

but look at that.

Isn't everything
just a bit too similar?

You mean staged?

Chasing them through the woods

is part of his thing, right?

The similarities
could be coincidence.

I'm thinking
that he's recreating something.

We all said that we thought
he was putting on a show.

It's not a show.
It's a ritual.

He doesn't hide the bodies.

So if she's not found soon,
it's a good thing?

She probably survived
the night.

Which means he could
get back on script,

back on ritual.

Which means he will take her
to a capital city.

Great. So, by tonight,
he could be anywhere from, uh...

Oslo to Athens.

All right.
Let me arrange something.

He spoke to a lot of people,

but can't remember any of them.

Look at him.

The way his eyes dart

and his eyebrows are raised,

his mouth, the corners
are pulled back.

You see all that?

He's afraid.

You mean
like in "suspect" afraid?

No.

Laveaux bullies
all his officers.

There has to be a way
to get him past that

and remember.

I could try something.

I'm sorry. I've tried.

I can't remember
any specific details.

Nobody thinks
you haven't tried.

Nobody thinks

that you haven't told us

everything
that you consciously know.

Please... sit.

You said "consciously"?

Well, sometimes,

attempting to retrieve a memory

is almost impossible,

in the traditional way.

It could be because of trauma,

it could be because of fear,

or it could be

because we're under so much
pressure to get it right,

that we freeze up.

But I've told you everything.

Not everything.

Yes.

You haven't told me
if it was warm.

Excuse me?

Was it warm?

How is it related to...?

Just...

tell me.

I think it was around 24 or 25.

No, no, no.

Were you warm?

Don't give me the fact,
give me the feeling.

Yes, I was warm.

Most of the day...

It was cooler

when the sun
went behind the clouds.

Good.

Now what do you smell?

Leaves.

Damp leaves.

And they cut the grass
yesterday.

Now, what do you hear?

Antoine?

What do you hear?

It's what I don't hear.

I'm sorry?

There should be children
in a park.

And there's no children?

No.

They can't play
because of the crime scene.

I hear the people complaining.

People want their park back.

And how does that
make you feel?

I wish they could have
their picnics,

and play in the playgrounds
and walk their...

What is it?

There was a man...

He had a dog.

The dog!

The dog?

The dog that was dead later
in the park.

He killed it!

What do we know about this dog?

There was a dead dog.

We didn't know
that someone killed him.

Eva, Sebastian, details.

This man...

Can you describe him?

Only that he was very short.

She's good.

Yeah. You all are.

If Anne-Marie were dead,

she would have
been found by now.

What does it mean for her?

If he has somewhere to go...

To be alone with her...

To have time
to get his ritual back...

Then who and what she is
will mean less and less.

She'll just become
another of his fantasies...

Until tonight.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Paris Animal Control collected
the dog corpse.

It had a microchip in it,

registered
to a local animal shelter.

Eva and Sebastian
are headed there now.

Antoine's description's
at all the checkpoints now,

but I don't hold out much hope.

The distinctive part
of the description is his height

and he's gonna be in a car,
sitting down.

The Met came through.

They identified her?

The girl found in Paris

appears to be a missing
from southeast London,

named Sasha Quinn.

Same height, same hair color,

and she was reported

the very night
the Paris body was found.

They're getting DNA information
from her parents,

but they have to be
a bit sensitive,

because, it seems,
she was an escort.

Try the agency.

They keep information
on their clients.

I'm thinking...
Her being an escort

makes the choice of shoe
even more peculiar.

What do you mean?

It's heavy. The heel is short,
it's vintage, unflattering.

Not sexy enough?

No, I wouldn't think so.

If you don't want them sexy...

Are you dressing them
completely?

Where are we?

In a lovely apartment

the diplomatic corps keeps
for advanced workers.

Diplomatic?

It's very cozy...

It's very private.

Discreet.

I'm an officer of
the French National Police.

If you let me go, I...

I will speak to the magistrate

and I will tell him
you were very compassionate.

You know, I'd normally
let you do this yourself,

but this is all very different,
isn't it?

There's still a chance for you!

Completely different.

I don't mean anything untoward,

but...

But it's time.

Time?

Time to change.

Okay. So we have a name
and we may have a picture.

The dog was adopted yesterday by
a man called "John Smith."

It's about as anonymous a name
as you could use...

- But in America.
- Yeah, Britain, too.

Yeah, but they have
CCTV cameras here.

I think I've got him!

Do you have him?

Sending now.

Got you.

Get that face
to every cop in Europe.

I want it on P.D.A.'s,

cell phones,
any device anyone might have.

I want to know who he is.

I didn't want
to do it this way, but...

No!

There's still a chance... there's
still a chance to do it right!

I really wish
you'd cooperate.

No, no, no, no, no!

The escort agency says
Sasha's last client was a man

named...

John Smith.
So he's British?

Well, not necessarily.
They also said

that she only handled
international clients.

I just hung up with Interpol.

Tell me you have his name?

And it's been verified
through another agency.

- Which agency?
- The State Department.

His name is Gerald Wilhoit.

He's a traveling
advance secretary

from the U.S. Diplomatic Corps.

That's how
he got around so easily.

And why nobody
stopped him at any checkpoints.

He's an American?

With diplomatic immunity.

We have a hit on the photo!
Highway patrol.

A gendarme pulled over
to assist a motorist

with a flat tire
in the middle of the night.

He says he's sure from the photo
it's our guy.

Where?

E50, 25 kilometers
outside Metz,

heading east.

- He's going to Germany?
- He's taken her to Berlin.

_

_

You don't keep one in the pipe?

Had them jam
too much that way.

I'll take my chances with
a piece that's ready to go.

Hmm.

Wouldn't need to,
if you were fast.

_

Do you even have a gun?

Never really needed one.

Brits.

Danke.

GSG9 is gonna meet us
wherever we say.

GSG9?

You say "SWAT."

Tell me about
the parks in Berlin.

There are several large ones.

Remember the scene,
remember the bad guy.

We're looking
for a wooded area.

Busy during the day,
but not at all at night.

Somewhere near
the center of the city.

Tiergarten's
the right kind of park.

But there's also
Volkspark Friedrichshain.

Sebastian, we don't
have time to be wrong.

Which park is it?

Tiergarten or Volkspark?
Which one?

Tiergarten.

All right.
Be cautious with Wilhoit.

He's not only dangerous,

he has diplomatic immunity.

So, if you find him,

make sure Detective Hickman
gets over there,

unless you want him

to have grounds
for beating his arrest.

Stay in your grid.

Stay in contact.

Be ready on my signal.
All right?

We move out in two minutes.

Do you know how to use this?

I said I never needed one,

not that I didn't know how.

Who's Padma?

It's your birthday, right?

She called you
for your birthday?

She's my nanny.

She always calls me
for my birthday.

But your parents haven't.

I've been with you
for the last two days.

No one else called.

Well, they're...
very busy.

They're important people
with important jobs.

Sienna.
We don't make a big deal...

of birthdays
in my family anyway.

Sienna!

All I'm saying is,

it doesn't matter
that they haven't called.

All our families
are messed up.

All I'm trying to say is...

cheers.

Cheers, and...

Happy Birthday.

Remember what I said
outside the morgue?

Take deeper breaths?

I said,
"We'll finish this... later."

Yes, ma'am, inspector Pride.

We'll finish this later.

Come on! Let's go!

Don't move,
or it'll be too deep.

It's all over, it's done.

What... what's done?

You're dying.

No!

You have one chance.

Run.

Run!

Son of a bitch hunted her.

Run!

She was dead the moment
she showed him fear.

No.

What did you say?

I said run!

No.

I'll kill you right here!

I'm not afraid of you.

- Run!
- No!

Ah!

Run, you bitch!

No.

I am in charge here!

Who am I supposed to be,
Gerald? Huh?

Who did you think
you were talking to,

when you were alone
in the front seat, Gerald?

Run!

He seems to have some sort
of ritual that plays out...

before the murder.

No! It's all a fantasy...

The park, the...
the hunting!

He didn't just conceal
their identities,

he erased them.

You dressed me up! Who am I?
Who am I supposed to be?

- Run!
- No!

- Run!
- No!

- You bitch.
- No!

You do what I say. Yes!

You do it,
and you do it now! Okay? Run!

It's odd, it's actually
a very old style.

Gerald...

Gerald, please.

Is it your mother?

Is it your mother?

The older shoes,
the older dress?

I'm not your mother!

I'm a detective
in the French National Police.

You've taken a police officer.

Anne-Marie!

Gerald, they know
who you are.

- Who?
- The police.

Anne-Marie!

I am Detective San.

You are sick,

and I can help you,
and I can...

I am not sick!

You filthy bitch!

Anne-Marie!

Over here!

Anne-Marie!

Are you okay?

- Get her up! Get her up!
- She's bleeding!

- Medic! Medic!
- Over here!

I wouldn't run.
I wouldn't show fear.

You did good.
You did really good.

You got her? Hold her!

- Come on, get her.
- Over here.

Give me your gun.

Give me your gun.

- Hickman.
- What?

Do you need this?

No... no!

Careful with that little thing.

It might raise
a nasty bruise on me.

It's your gun.

You kind of look cute
with it, though.

Tommy, come in.
We have Anne-Marie.

Repeat. We have Anne-Marie.
She's safe.

She's alive!

Sienna!

Sorry.

Didn't see him...
I didn't see him...

Officer down! Officer down!
Help me now!

Anne-Marie...

She's fine, she's fine.

She's safe.
She's safe.

Help me!

We did good.
We did good.

Shh, don't talk now.
Just shush. You'll be fine.

Tell them...
I did good?

You did so good.
You did amazing.

No, no, no, no, no!

No. Wait, wait, wait!

Sienna!

Tommy!

He stabbed her!
He came from nowhere.

I couldn't do anything!

Where did he go?

Tommy! Where did he go?

That way!
He went that way!

- Stay here.
- I'm gonna kill him!

Do not leave her alone!

Sienna... Sienna! Sienna?

Anne Wilhoit.

Found 28 years ago
in Central Park.

Someone chased her

and stabbed her
over a hundred times.

You don't know
anything about her.

They could never
prove it was you.

You were the prime suspect,
they just couldn't close it.

Why would I kill my mother?

Why do guys like you
ever kill their mothers?

She belittled you

and made you clean your room,
do your homework.

You're done now.
Don't move your hands.

I'm a member of the United
States Diplomatic Corps.

Put your hands
on top of your head.

I have immunity!
I demand to see...

- the ambassador!
- Put you hands on top of your head!

You don't keep one in the pipe?

They jam too much that way.

I saw you in the Paris park!

You're a cripple, aren't you?

Damn!

She liked to be called "Annie,"
not Anne.

I hated that.

What kind of mother
calls herself "Annie"?

It's so inappropriate.

Sometimes,

even killing someone
doesn't shut them up.

You say hello to her
for me, would ya?

Let me take it.

I took the shot.

I took the shot.

Anne-Marie, we'll
come by the hospital

when we finish here.

Thank you, major.

I told you before,
call me Louis.

Did you know
he was an American?

Is that why you needed me?

To avoid
the international incident?

Only one person in the world
could've figured it out.

Thank you.

Hickman?

Hickman!

Would you come with me?

Absolutely.

George said you were back.

Please. Please.
Come in.

Sorry about the mess.

Listen. The man
you asked me about?

Phillip Genovese?

Yeah?

He's back, too.

Did he have any kids with him?

I didn't see any.
Not this time.

Is he staying
in the same trailer?

Always.

Did he do this to you?

Is he the one from New York?

The one you were chasing?

I knew a man
like you doesn't just

show up one day
to clean garbage.

A man like me?

A man of substance.

Cleaning up garbage

is something
I've always been good at.

Garbage like Genovese?

Just like that.

Are you going to
kill him for it?

No. Not for this.

I never thanked you properly

for coming to my defense
the other day.

Not necessary.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Story of my life.

I'm not going to feed you.

It's against the law here.

Those upon who you depended
for sustenance

have turned against you

and deemed you a toxic blight
upon society.

And that means empty bellies
for you chaps.

You're talking philosophy
to pigeons.

And they don't listen.

Well, I'm beginning to know
how that feels.

I'm sorry about
Inspector Pride.

Thank you.

They're not
very subtle, your team.

Pictures, headlines...

Everything, everywhere.

An American diplomat

shot and killed by
a former American policeman.

Lucky you had him with you.

Lucky. Yes. Very.

You think of everything,
don't you, Louis?

It's unopened.

I can see that.

You asked me about Rebecca.

She's not good, you know.

We may never be...

I'm sorry.

Go home, Louis.

Be with her.

Be together.

You still here?

So much for the wise words
of an old man.

Well, maybe some old lady
will come by and feed you.

Me...

I have no bread.

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