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So when I get a batch browned
and ready to transfer...

I'm going to need a big roasting dish.

Where's this one from?

Brazil.

Not disposable, though,
so don't play too hard with him.

Why is it always the quarter-finals

in these cooking competitions?

Do you have any messages for me?

Nope.

You just wait and we'll look after you.

I imagine your drugs are rather good.

General Stroessner in Paraguay
was always very complimentary

about my black cocaine.

Do you want some?

Tempting, but those days are long gone.

Enjoy.

* Venez dans mes bras *

* Closer to me, dear *

* Donnez-vous a moi *

* Set aside all fear *

* Restons sans laisser pour l'eternite *

* Yes, you shall be mine *

* Till the end of time *

Have the forensics finished at the marina?

Yeah. The old man is really cut up about his wife.

Happy Birthday.

I don't celebrate my birthday, actually.

No, I wasn't celebrating it,
I was just marking it formally.

What about the boat registration

and mooring permits for the yacht?

Tracking them down.

I think it'll be another case of
"Singapore Fiscal Management".

How's things at home?

Things are really shit at home. Thanks for asking.

You talked?

Yeah. Laura says the fact
that she even asks herself

whether it's true means
our relationship is dead.

That's the sort of logic
women are very good at.

There's really no defense.

Maybe she's right.

Here's another funny thing.

Sometimes I wonder if it's true.

Maybe I did do it and I've just forgotten.

Of course you didn't.
Why's she saying I did, then?

Why would anybody make that up? Listen.

We did it for Koba.

Yeah?
It's Koba, not Cobra.

We did it for Koba.

You're right. Does it mean anything?

Koba?

It's Stalin's 'Nom de Guerre'.

The name, like Uncle Joe himself,

originates from Georgia.

Like the...girl who jumped
out of the window...

Or was pushed. From Georgia, yeah.

Which links to Vanessa Hamilton,

who, critically, is the one person

with separate connections to the case.

Did Bresson have any Georgian enemies?

Well, that's what I was going to ask you.

In the cases of Bresson and
the threats he has received,

there was something about Georgia?

Sergei, Sergei...

Sergei Galatov...

and Faruk Basdarevic.

The two drug lords who operated out of Tbilisi.

And Gregor Baturin, he was Georgian, right?

He was born in South Ossetia actually.

That makes him Georgian by birth.

South Ossetia was part of Georgia till 2008.

He got 20 years in prison for arms dealing.

At Liévin. In a high security prison.

Looks like we'll have to pay another visit

to your friend Eryka Klein.

Hi.
Good morning.

Whoa! Hey. Sorry. Hello.

Morning.
Morning.

I'm flat-sitting for a friend.

Can I offer you anything? Coffee or a tea?

Tea.
No, thank you.

Oh...

What?

We just have a few questions.

OK.

I'll get you a tea.

Ah, thank you very much.

Very nice.

How can I help?
Well...

We're just going over a few of Bresson's cases

and threats he received.

We'd like to run a few names by you, if that's OK?

Basdarevic. Faruk Basdarevic?

He fled Europe and took refuge
but I don't remember where.

In some country with no extradition treaty.

It's in his interests to lie low.

Sergei Galatov? Galatov?

Hmm. Deceased.

Was found hanging in his cell
the day before his trial.

Gregor Baturin?

Gregor Baturin?

I don't know.

He was prosecuted by Bresson five years ago.

I am sorry, but I wasn't working for him then.

Do you think the case files
might still be in existence?

Possibly, but I don't know where.

I think the best thing to do
is to ask Judge Popineau.

He was working with Bresson then.

Judge?
Perfect.

Judge Popineau.
Popineau.

I will have his details sent over to you.

Great.

Thank you.

That's er...

Koba?
Sorry?

Koba?
Koba?

Or Cobra?
Cobra...

Mean anything to you?

No.
No?

No, I'm sorry.

That's all right.
I'd better, erm...

Here, give it to me.
Very nice. Thank you.

OK.

There you go.
Thank you.

Thank you, Monsieur.

Gregor Baturin was born in Georgia,
to a Russian father and an Ossetian mother.

His stance was a stark contrast
to the Pro-Western Government.

I'm sorry, my English is very bad.

Bresson wanted an indictment at all costs.

Why?

South Ossetia?
Yes.

Because of the horrible massacres
committed by Ossetian militias...

armed by Baturin.

After the war, he left Georgia...

Was he imprisoned for this?

No, unfortunately the prosecution for
crimes against humanity did not hold.

We focused on arms trafficking instead.
Was it successful?

Yes.

Baturin was furious.
He tried every possible loophole.

He even defended his son.

His son...Artem Baturin.

He is a good lawyer.

But Paul Bresson was a step ahead.

Baturin got 20 years and we uncorked champagne.

Baturin has every reason to
want revenge on Bresson.

OK.

Hard to imagine him pulling the
strings from a prison cell though.

Find out about the son?

Are his men still free?

These organization are like hydras...

cuts off a head and another grows.

I could tell you were hungry,

really.
Yeah.

Nobody thinks straight on an empty stomach.

No.

How is your father?

How is he coping with life inside?

How do you think?

He is a man of action like yourself.

Yeah.

Only act, right?

Right. Right.

So, then...

just now you have to stop acting.

We need you to drop out of sight for a bit.

We have a good place
lined up for you back home.

What?

All of a sudden you have the
face of the substituted player

who does not want to leave the field.

Which player worthy of his place
on the field ever does?

Robert...

with Defense we let you choose.

You were free to hit
any target you wanted,

as long as it gave them
a headache and didn't hurt us.

Defense is not finished.

I can build it again...
It must be hard for you.

You want to go down in history

like Che Guevara or Andreas Baader.

And you should because you have
done something truly unique.

Brought a plane out of the sky using a computer.

And yet you will never be recognized for this

because you are just a proxy.

I...I like to think I was more than that.

Am...am more than that.

You are a valuable part of the Maskirovka.

Do you know what that means?
Yeah. Yeah.

Disguise and deception.

Uniforms without the, you know, insignia.

No. I meant, do you know
what it means for you right now?

Hey...I know what the player who
is sent off the field should do.

He should smile and applaud the crowd.

Hide what he really feels?
Yeah.

Shake his manager's hand.

I am going to get a beer.
Can I get you...a beer?

Yeah.

Hello?
OK, we're ready to move him.

You want me to arrange the retreat?

Yes, but there's been a change of destination.

I think a trip to the Maldives would suit him better.

Aagh!

Aaaagh!

You weren't thinking of leaving like that,

without saying goodbye?

Robert?

OK, let's...

let's go.

OK, one...two...three.

Eh, eh, eh.

Lean on me. Lean on me.

OK. Let's get him out of here.

Is that the file on Gregor Baturin's family?

He's a monster who hates the West

but sends his kids to English public schools

and Ivy League Universities.

It's a shame hypocrisy is the least of his crimes.
Oh! Thank you.

Sorry to interrupt but something's come up.

Josephine Dumont, the passenger on her honeymoon,

was a French investigative journalist.

She was in the middle of shooting a documentary

on arms dealing in Europe.

As that's not enough motive to
crash a plane, we cleared her.

Yeah, but with Baturin being an arms dealer,

it seemed significant, so I called her producer

and asked for the rushes of her documentary.

There's a whole file on Gregor Baturin.

So there's two people on that
plane with links to this guy?

Could be more than one target
on the plane. Excellent.

Trés bien.

OK. You need to get me these files.

Liaise with BB.
Also get them to Elise.

I need to talk to Bowden.

OK. No problem.

Koba is also the name of a chimp in
Planet Of The Apes.

It's an altered bonobo,
if you're going to be pedantic.

Don't be.

Olena Bakia is from Georgia.

There's a journalist on the plane

investigating an arms dealer from Georgia,

who threatened Paul Bresson
when he put him away.

And his favorite song was Georgia On My Mind?

It's like a magnet and the
filings are flying towards it.

It also indicates multiple targets on the plane.

Now, that's quite a leap.

Funny, isn't it, how, er...

when you were so keen on the
Far Eastern connection,

the links were far flimsier than this.

Your job as a police officer is to collect evidence...

Good, so I can talk to Vanessa Hamilton again...

This again.
Yeah, this again.

And the more you and your spooky little mob

try to keep me from it, the more
I'll know something's going on.

My spooky little mob?

Talk about national security all you want, sir.

My spooky little mob?

But I am a police officer

and I'm investigating the
mass murder of 110 people

and the killing of Madeleine Fournier.

If I think that there is...
What will you do?

If you think there's a cover-up,
what would you do?

What will I do?
What have you ever done, Karl?

I'll tell the world and you'll
have to kill me to shut me up.

Hi.

Evening.

The kids are asleep.

You going out?

That a question?

I'm meeting Helen for a drink.

Helen. Oh.

Well...

I imagine, er...if my ears start burning, I can...

Two women can go for a drink
without discussing men.

Oh, don't give me that fucking feminist bullshit!

I was trying to make a joke.

Yeah, I know.
It's what you always do.

Well, I am sorry for being so predictable.

Predictability is precisely your problem.

Not 'Feng Shui' enough for you?

Don't let me keep you from saving the world

from the evil energy companies.

Let's hope no undercover cops
tried to pull into the bargain.

I don't think you're significant enough

for that kind of investigation.

So that's my politics and my job you've belittled.

Want to have a go at the kids?

No. I like the kids.

You are just appalling.
Hm.

And behind the facade, a low-rent bully.

Yeah. Thanks for that.

At least I haven't hit you with
some ridiculous accusation

and found you guilty,
not on the basis of any evidence,

but on the basis of my feelings.

Last word, as always.

If you get lonely tonight,
you could call that French slut

you fucked one afternoon,

for the want of anything better to do.

Try and leave Vladka alone,

cos I don't want to be looking
for a new nanny right now.

You just had the fucking last word!

As always!

Evening, Vladka.

Evening, Mr Roebuck.

Nothing like a good row to defuse the tension.

Cornerstone of any good marriage.

The mystery continues to deepen

around flight CD T718.

According to a source close to the investigation,

terrorism has been ruled out as a motive.

Investigators are now exploring

other potential causes of the crash...

"Source close to the investigation..."

Meanwhile City Dart have called
for checks on all CD T718...

On the Internet they're saying
it's to do with the earthquakes.

And that big machine they've got
splitting atoms and stuff.

Hadron Collider.

Yeah. It's all linked to Israel.

I can't risk it, you see.

I know you won't be able to help yourself.

You will try and claim the plane for yourself

and we can't accept that.

Gregor will never allow you...

He has already authorized it.

Do it.

Do it now.

Quickly.

I'm afraid we have other plans.

Help me! Help me!

* Happy Birthday to you. *

* Happy Birthday to you...*

Happy birthday, Elise!

I have to go.

Off to work? I see.
Yes, I am...

on an important case.
Okay.

I never celebrate my birthday.

I did not know.

See you later.

OK.

Later then.

Hey.

Sorry, I'm late.

It's all right.

What?
Oh, it's nothing.

It's just I've never seen you
with make-up on before.

Oh.

I'll go to the bathroom, take it off.

No. No. Stay. Stay.

I'll have them bring another...

I don't drink.

No? Why not?

I just don't like alcohol much.

Sorry.

Hi.
Where are you?

In a bar.
Oh, OK.

You with Gael?
Yeah.

OK, well, I won't keep you.

What did you want to talk about?

Er...nothing.

Just erm...just, you know, chat.

A catch-up.

Have you watched the footage yet?

The...Oh, no. No.
Not yet. No.

Is there anything else?
We can chat if you want.

No. No. It's OK.
Give my regards to Gael.

I'm not with Gael.
I'm with...Eryka Klein.

Oh. OK.

I thought you said...

Yes, I know, but that was...that was incorrect.

I'm actually with...with Eryka Klein.

I am having a drink with Eryka Klein.

OK. Bye, then.

Sorry.

That was my colleague.

It's my birthday today, actually.

Really?

Congratulations. We should have champagne then.

Two glasses of champagne, please.

When I was a kid, my parents
used to let my sister and I

dip our fingers in their champagne as a treat.

Who was the oldest?

Er...Manon. By 15 minutes.

We were very different. She...

she made people...laugh all the time.

You were the serious one.

But you have a sense of humor, too.

Do I?

How can you know that?

I don't know.

I just...think that sometimes...

No, it's stupid. What?

I just feel that there's
some kind of connection.

Maybe because we both...

No, I felt that, too.

You're OK?
Yeah.

I don't like alcohol very much,
so I'm feeling a bit...

Are you OK?

Yeah.

I live there.

On the third floor.

My boyfriend will be waiting for me.

Sure.

So I have to go.

Bye.

WELCOME

Colonia Dignidad was not only a place of
torture and perversion,

under the rule of General Pinochet

Fuck me!

but the evidence we could gather

allow us to say, among the visitors

in the camp between 1980 and 1990,

the year 'The Democracy Draft' was established,

were notorious criminals and
Georgian arms dealer Gregor Baturin.

What's going on?

According to Dumont's documentary rushes,

Gregor Baturin was at Colonia Dignidad three times

between 1986 and 1989.

So...

er, again, Eryka Klein is at the, heart of the mystery.

Do you have any evidence that suggests they've met?

No, it's an intriguing coincidence though, isn't it?

What are you doing?

I'm calling Eryka Klein to the Calais police station.

If you have any questions,
she should be able to answer them.

Do you know this man?

No.

Gregor Baturin visited Colonia Dignidad several times

between 1986 and 1989.

You're aware that at that time

I was aged between five and eight?

Why would that prevent you
from recognizing this man?

There were many visitors to the Colony.

Look again.

Paul Schafer, our leader...

he demonstrated his hospitality

by offering his guests...children to rape.

Girls. Or boys.

According to preference.

He sometimes filmed this for reasons of blackmail.

It helped to prevent investigation into the colony.

You don't forget the faces of those men.

And all I can tell you...is that this isn't one

that I have to carry in my memory.

So, if you want to arrest me for having the bad luck

to grow up in this hell, then, please...go on. Do it.

All right, get up.

I'm sorry to have put you through this.

You're just doing your job.

You don't believe her?

If Paul Bresson and the documentary maker

were both linked to Baturin,

there could have been several targets on the plane.

And there had to be somebody,

an accomplice, who knew their diaries.

So, no, I don't...think I do believe her.

Always the quarter-finals in these programs.

It's strange, isn't it?

No. You don't have to do this.

So, this is a little recipe,

which is based on the traditional

Crimean-Congo Hemorrhagic Virus.

Help!
Ssh, ssh, ssh.

Help!

No! Help!

Aagh!

No, no! No, no!

No, no, no!

Aagh!

Help me!

Karl?

Elise.

We gotta meet. Come to the house. Not the hangar.

It's absolute bloody dynamite.

Does it say who Koba is?
No.

The women in the immigration scam

that Stefan Czyrko was investigating,

the girls were coerced or tricked into pornography.

Extreme, violent pornography.

Some of them were actually killed.

There's a code, destination code, for those. Maldives.

Who did he tell?
His handler.

Who told him to ignore it and "focus on the passports".

The forged passports in the immigration scams?

Yes. They're not interested in the pornography,

they're just interested in the network of forgery

and the returning Jihadists.

Who's they?

MI5 or MI6, I guess. I don't know.

Maybe both.

Vanessa Hamilton picks up most of her girls

from different countries but
guess where she returns to

every time she has to sort out her supply chain?
Georgia.

And another thing.

The house Stefan Czyrko stayed
in where they make the films...

Singapore Fiscal Management.

Who do you think gave you the files?

I know who gave me the files.

Bowden's favorite nickname for me is Clever Cunt.

He's helping us?

He's a cop.

He's going to be in trouble if they find out, though.

You're a strong man, aren't you?

Let's speed things up a bit.

Is there something you haven't
been telling us, Vanessa?

Of course there is.

Do I look stupid enough to give
all my information for nothing.

It's hardly for nothing.

Do you want to start telling us now?

Nope.

That's disappointing.

I kept my part of the deal.

It was strictly about the forged passports

and stopping them getting into
the wrong hands. Nothing else.

I don't work for you.

Who do you work for, then?

Myself. Always.

Don't contact me again.
We're done.

All right.

But think about your position.

You're really rather exposed right now.

There's no problem we can't fix.

We can look after you.

I'll bear it in mind.

OK.

Hi.
Hi.

Are we still fighting?
Uh-uh.

Then, do you have something to say to me?

Yeah.

I went to see her.

And?

And? And?

Oh, don't...give me the...

"if you have to ask the question then you're guilty" number.

Know what I was doing when
you were with that French woman?

No.

I think about it a lot.

Actually, I was buying a lemon tree for the garden.

I thought we could have home-made fucking lemons

in a G&T. And how much you would like that.

And we never dealt with it, we never dealt with it.

We never dealt with it because...

thanks to one of my previous misdemeanors...

someone attacked you and murdered Adam.

That's what you're not saying, isn't it?

And if you think that, if you really think that,

and I...I...I don't blame you if you do, then...

But if you think that, well...

Oh, my God.

What?
Oh, my fucking God.

It can't be.

See you, lads.

See you tomorrow.

Don't forget, we've got another
football match tomorrow night,

so tell Davey he's gotta pretend
to be CID for the evening.

See ya.
Sleep well, ladies.

What's that?

Jesus.

Fuck.