All language subtitles for Crossing Lines (2013) - S03E01 - Redux (1080p BluRay x265 Kappa)

Marco, you all right?

I've been waiting
a long time for this, Andrea.

Go, go, go, go.

Quiet.

Marco! Upstairs!

Shit, there are three of them.

Looks like they've been here for months.

Recognise any one of them?

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Pietro Fanti.

Taken from a car park
in Murano when he was 13.

Thirteen?

Jesus...

What's that?

I don't know.

Maybe nothing.

-Get an ambulance.
-Yes, sir.

Stop!

Stop!

Turn around.

Hands in the air.

Come on. Turn around.

Put the gun down. Drop--

Hey, wait. Okay?

Just wait.

Look.

I'm unarmed.

You found me, Inspector.

Let's talk, okay?

Just talk.

Just tell me where she is.

Please.

I'm no good at prison.

-It's going to be all right.
-No!

Just tell me where she is.

That's all I want to know.
Okay?

You'll never find her.

No!

You'll never find her.

Silence, General Wombosi?

Is that your response?

Did you pose a question,
Mr. Dorn?

Look at the screens
in front of you.

Crimes against children,

crimes that include mass murder,
ethnic cleansing.

Those are the charges that have been
assessed and levelled against you, sir.

What say you?

You read charges for which
you have no evidence.

I have no personal connection
to any of these crimes.

I'm not required
to answer such lies.

Get to the point, Mr. Dorn.

Well, then let us deal
with irrefutable facts.

We have provided
concrete evidence

that you have ruled your country
with an iron fist for 13 years--

And I will rule it for another 13 years
once this charade is over.

Once this is over, General,

you will never again
leave your prison cell.

I beg the Court,

but we have refuted all evidence
blaming General Wombosi.

If Mr. Dorn continues to insist

my client is guilty
of these terrible acts

committed in the East Congo,

I say, prove it.

Michel?

Mr. Dorn?

You asked for proof connecting you
personally to these crimes.

General, did you order the execution

of hundreds of villagers in 2013?

These are encrypted e-mails
showing that foreign mercenaries

killed those villagers in Banui

under orders personally given by you.

If it please the Court,
I ask for a recess

to study this new allegation
against my client.

Recess granted.

-Where did you get that evidence from?
-I'd tell you, but I'd have to kill you.

Does he have any more, your source?

He says he has a lot more.

We've got a problem.

Well, wherever you got it from,
your timing was perfect.

A little bit more of this stuff,

and that bastard's conviction
will be assured.

No, you would have got
that conviction no matter what.

No, they've been clever, really clever.

It's been a good day, Sophie.

Thank you for it.

No, thank you, Michel.

And thank you for convincing me
to be your second.

-Good night.
-Here.

Good night, dear.

Sleep well.

Thank you, Jan.

Take me home. I'm exhausted.

Hey. Hey, please.

Constante.

Constante.

Inspector Constante.

My name is Michel Dorn.

I am the Chief Prosecutor

for the International
Criminal Court at The Hague.

How can I help you, Mr. Dorn?

Ms. Sophie Baines, my second,
has been kidnapped.

When?

Eleven hours ago.

Her chauffeur has been executed,
a small-bore bullet to his head.

So you want me to advise
the investigator in charge?

You are the best
kidnapping investigator in Europe.

I want you on a plane.

-Good morning.
-Morning.

Inspector Marco Constante.

Inspector Constante?

Don't worry, I'll let him in.

-Thank you for coming.
-Sure.

It's an honour to meet you, sir.

I can't tell you how much
we appreciate your help.

I didn't get your name.

Arabela Seeger,
formerly with the Rotterdam PD.

You're with the cross-border unit.

I was, until it was shut down
six months ago.

Yeah, I heard about Major Louis Daniel.

That was a tragedy.

Yes, it was.

What about the, uh, rest of your team?

Carl Hickman?

You know Hickman?

Only by reputation.

He went home, as did the others.

So you're the only one
who stayed with the Court?

That's right, just me.

What about your, uh, forensic IT guy?
I heard he was pretty good.

-Sebastian Berger?
-Yeah.

I haven't seen him in a while.

Inspector Constante, Carine Strand.

Carine is our senior investigator
for the Court.

He's ready to see us.

The driver is Jan Ottendorff, killed
at close range, single shot to the head.

No traceable fingerprints.

Forensics are running hair and fibre,
but they're not hopeful.

We did find this. A mobile phone.

-Where?
-In a puddle on the passenger side.

-Whose is it?
-IT couldn't get anything off of it.

There's too much
water damage from the mud.

-Is there no ransom demand?
-No.

And the clock is ticking.
We desperately need some answers.

I gather you think this, uh,
dictator, Wombosi, took her?

Everybody saw Sophie walk
into the courtroom with that evidence.

And kidnapping is very much
Wombosi's style.

He's made thousands
of his enemies disappear.

What are your thoughts?

Well, I think this whole attack
was obviously premeditated.

The driver stops in a muddy field
six kilometres from the victim's house

-with no sign he was pursued.
-You think someone got to him?

I think they threatened him.

Or more likely, his family.

They kill him anyway,
leaving no witnesses.

Professionals.

It would be really helpful
to find out whose phone that is.

What about your, uh, IT guy Sebastian?

Berger?

Do you want to bring him in?

Can you find him?

- I'll see what I can do.

I have a text from Wombosi's lawyer.

He'll accept questioning in camera.

Would you like to have a look at him?

Sophie is a close friend
of Mr. Dorn, yeah?

Very.

She worked so hard
to put Wombosi away.

It's, uh, it's personal to her.

Well, I can understand that.

I was sorry to hear
about what happened.

Your suspect who shot himself.

Thank you.

You tracked him for a long time?

Well, it's why I became a police officer,
to find him.

He was my, uh, last, and best, lead.

All the other avenues are closed?

My sister was abducted
when I was 12 years old, Inspector.

The trail has gone very, very cold.

You never stopped looking for her.

I never will.
No matter what it takes.

I'll have someone get you some coffee.

Thank you.

Uh, black, please, no sugar.

Yes, uh, two coffees.
Black, please.

-Yes, Ma'am.
-Eleanor Delfont-Bogard.

People usually just call me Ellie.

And you are?

I just graduated from
the Met Police Service

with a degree in forensic psychology.

I hope you don't mind if I observe.

And if I do?

You can observe.

We have come as you asked, Mr. Dorn.

Thank you for agreeing to speak with us,
General Wombosi.

What is this about, Ms. Strand?

My second, Sophie Baines,

went missing last night.

Is that so?

Her driver was shot and killed.

And you think my client
had something to do with this?

Are you saying he didn't?

His smile, it's very telling,
don't you th--?

Of course he didn't.

But he knows who did.

I assure you, Ms. Strand,
my client had nothing to do with this.

But you should not be surprised.

God punishes those
who persecute the mighty.

Let me be absolutely clear.

Should any harm befall Ms. Baines,

I will find out from whose hands it came,

and they will pay a price.

Oh, a price will be paid, Mr. Dorn,
a very heavy price.

By you, and by anyone who helps you.

Go, go, go, go.

Go, yeah.

Hi.

Hey.

-Nice to see you.
-Good to see you.

Thank you for coming.

Hello.

Do you remember me?

Arabela, right?

Right.

Um, could we talk over here?

-Sure.
-Thanks.

We'll just be over there.

What's with you and--

Kathrin, she got a new job.

She's living in The Hague now,

so, um, we've been alternating weekends
these past few months.

That's amazing. Good for you, Sebastian.

And you're still at the Court.

Investigating war crimes
for the Court, yes.

And yourself?

I've been having a hard time
finding a job.

Guess I did a few
too many warrantless searches.

Would you like a job?

Are you serious?

Yes.

But... what am I going to do with him?

-Morning.
-Hi.

You want a cup?

You're off to a late start today.

-I got hung up at the office.
-Again?

Pemberton doesn't seem to realize

that Europe is nine hours
ahead of California.

You okay?

Yeah, fine.

You seem on edge lately.

Just got a lot on at work.

Hm.

More details
from the court at the Hague.

In his ongoing trial at the International
Criminal Court today,

lawyers for General Wombosi
seemed caught off-guard

-by the bombshell evidence--
-Is this yours?

Yeah. I've been looking for that.

Since when do you read
The Hague Guardian?

You know me,
I like to stay well informed.

Then don't forget
the doctor's appointment tomorrow.

I won't.

I've got to get dressed.

The African dictator is accused
of slaughtering hundreds of residents

of the Banui village in 2013.

A challenge to
the admissibility of evidence

is expected when the trial resumes,

and questions are being asked

about how Chief Prosecutor Michel Dorn

obtained this evidence.

A price will be paid, Mr. Dorn.

A very heavy price,

by you, and by anyone who helps you.

That son of a bitch enjoyed that.

Exactly what one might expect.

Not just a complete lack of empathy,
but schadenfreude.

Schadenfreude is German for pleasure
derived in seeing others suffer.

He's a pathological narcissist,
wouldn't you say?

I understand Ms. Delfont-Bogard
just graduated

from the Met Police Service?

And was first in her class
in Cambridge before that.

We like to mentor here, Inspector.

What are your thoughts?

The man's a monster, for sure,
but he has nothing to do with this.

Why not?

If she was being held
to ensure an acquittal,

you would have received
some kind of a ransom demand.

But we know that kidnapping
is straight out of his playbook.

Schadenfreude or not,
he was genuinely surprised

when he heard she'd been taken.

And kidnapping people in
his home country is one thing,

but in the Netherlands...?

No, if he wanted her dead,
why not just kill her?

Very clear.

So who took her?

And why?

There has to be a connection.

Right, of course.

Excuse me.

You stupid, stupid, girl.

Sebastian Berger.

Carine Strand.
This is Inspector Constante.

-Hey.
-Good to meet you.

I was able to clean up
and repair the central processors

on the mobile phone found in the mud.

It was a burner.

-Who dropped it?
-[Sebastian] From the call list and GPS,

I'd say it belonged
to your missing prosecutor.

It's looking like Sophie
had a throw-away phone.

I didn't know that.

The question remains,
what was she doing with a throw-away?

We think she was afraid
someone might hack her work phone.

Why would she think that?

Because someone did.

I've already alerted your IT guys.

It wasn't just Sophie's phone,
but Dorn's, Arabela's,

and yours, Inspector Strand.

I can see that, Mr. Berger.

Who's hacking us?

I can't identify
the IP address, but whoever he is,

he's got to be pretty sophisticated
to get past the ICC firewall.

There's a fifth number being hacked.

Yeah, someone in London.

Luke Wilkinson. He's an inspector
working for the Metropolitan Police.

Do we know how he's connected?

I can find out.

Can you send me his details to my phone?

You're being hacked.

My personal phone.

Doing it now.

Would you care for a drive?

-Where to?
-Sophie Baines' house.

Let's go. Thank you.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Berger.

And you.

So where are you from originally,
Ms. Strand?

Born and raised Minnesota,
but I was ten years with the Chicago PD.

What brought you to Europe?

I came to consult on a case.

-I never left.
-You like it here?

I love it,
in the way only an American could.

Not that I have time for sightseeing.

-You live for your work.
-I'm afraid so.

I was touched by violence too
when I was very young.

What is it we're
looking for, Inspector?

I'm not sure, but I know Sophie
didn't drop that burner by accident.

I was thinking the same thing.

She left it hoping we'd find it.

Yeah, and hoping it will help us find her.

What?

Nothing.

Single mother.

Widowed.

War veteran.

Impressive woman.

Very.

What?

Maybe nothing.

It's a Hague Guardian.

[clattering]

[Carine] He took the paper!

I got him!

I'll go around!

-[brakes screech]
-[car honks horn]

Get him!

[tyres squealing]

Thanks.

[indistinct chattering]

Inspector Wilkinson?

Yeah.

It's, uh, Arabela Seeger with the ICC.

The ICC? In The Hague?

Do you have a minute?

Sure.

Give us five.

Tracking me down here on a Saturday,
must be pretty important.

A prosecutor was kidnapped last night.

Sophie Baines.

She's been assisting
in the trial of Fabrice Wombosi.

The wannabe Idi Amin.

Yeah, I've heard of him.

Look, what's this about, Ms. Seeger?

Whoever kidnapped Ms. Baines
hacked several phones, including yours.

Mine? Why?

You have a military background, Inspector.
Five years in the Army.

Yeah, a marksman, but I was never
posted anywhere near Africa,

-if that's where you're headed.
-What about any of your open cases now

with the Met?

I've got plenty. Take your pick.

-How many is plenty?
-I don't know, a dozen, maybe.

But I think I'd know
if any had to do with Wombosi.

I hate to ruin your weekend, Inspector,

but I'm going to need you
to fly back with me.

What for?

You're connected to this case
in some way,

and we need to find out how.

Yes?

You wanted to see me?

-[sighs]
-[Carine] What is it, Michel?

Wombosi's lawyer has challenged
the evidence Sophie gave us.

If we don't have her source to back it up,
he will have it thrown out.

We have no idea who gave her
that information.

We have to find out who, and fast.

Carine?

I had them put the boxes in
the conference room. I hope that's okay.

That's perfect.

What are they?

Sophie's files from the Wombosi case.

We're going to go through them,
page by page.

Inspector Constante said
he didn't think Wombosi

-had anything to do with her abduction.
-He may be right.

In which case, someone else
really wants her evidence.

Someone else had a motive
for kidnapping Sophie.

-Did you manage to get any sleep yet?
-I'll sleep later.

I feel a little silly about
the "schadenfreude" incident.

I was just trying too hard again, I guess.

Ellie, listen to me.

A professional killer shot Sophie's driver
in cold blood,

and if we don't find her,
he will very likely kill her too.

And we will spend the rest of our lives
knowing that we failed to save her.

You can't try too hard.

None of us can possibly try hard enough.

Okay?

[grunts]

[groans]

[mutters]

[voice echoes] Hello!

Hello!

-[knock on door]
-[door opens]

You must be Sebastian Berger.

[boy] No. Everybody makes that mistake.

Are you sure? Because I've brought
a hot chocolate for Sebastian.

-I'd hate to see it go to waste.
-I'm Erik, his son.

Erik, of course.

Well, I don't think
your father would mind, do you?

Not at all.

Okay. Thank you.

You're most welcome.

Eleanor Delfont-Bogard.

But, please, call me Ellie.

Thanks for that, Ellie.

Not a problem.

It's an honour to meet you, Mr. Berger.

An honour?

Well, yes.

Your infiltration
of the Kavalier motorcycle club alone

should be taught to cadets.

How do you know about this?

I've studied all
the cross-border unit cases.

You're a very impressive person,
Mr. Berger.

Police work's a pretty unusual career
for your background.

The accent, right?

And the surname.

Your father's at the World Bank, isn't he?

He doesn't exactly approve
of my career choice.

But you were attracted
to the long hours, low pay,

and lack of prestige.

Well, I suppose I just wanted
to make a difference,

not just by writing cheques.

What is that?

A satellite scanner,

the burner phone that Sophie dropped.

That'll pick it up.

And how are you getting on
with the newspapers?

Running analytical metrics page by page.

What are you looking for?

Something worth stealing
The Hague Guardian for.

Is that the man they chased?

Yeah, that's him.

Inspector Strand managed to
snap his photo as he drove off.

And you can ID him from that?

The resolution is a little soft
at this distance, but I'm working on it.

I've sharpened the resolution here.

Yes, that's him.

What about the car we saw
at Sophie's house with the German plates?

Stolen from a car hire in Hanover.

So we're looking for a German national?

Stolen from a car hire in Hanover,
not necessarily by a German national.

Yes, but we should still get a description
of Sophie to the Hanover police.

-Doing it now.
-Good.

This is Inspector Wilkinson
from the London Met.

Glad you could come over, Inspector.

Michel Dorn. Sit down.

Do you recognize this man?

Uh, should I?

We ran into him this afternoon,

stealing newspapers from
Sophie Baines' apartment.

-Sorry, I've never seen him before.
-Figures.

I have.

-Where?
-In the Court.

Wombosi's trial.

We should check CCTV.

-I can show him.
-Good.

[Luke] Sorry, you said "figures."

You didn't think that I'd know this guy?

No.

Why not?

I checked.

No one's called you from The Hague.

You checked my calls,
without a court order or my consent?

-Are you telling me you mind?
-That's exactly what I'm telling you.

A life is in danger.
Every second counts.

Please accept our apology.

Of course we should've
asked for your permission.

Sebastian will erase all data
that he collected immediately.

He already did.

Appreciate that.

Inspector Wilkinson,

can we review some of Wombosi's
holdings in the UK?

I'd like to see if any of them
mean anything to you.

Yeah, good idea.

That was fun.

Don't take it personally.

Was that Marco Constante?

Yes. Why?

I heard he retired after that shooting.

We were told he took leave of absence.
What shooting?

I don't know the details, just that
some suspect killed himself a month ago.

-Hey.
-Hi.

I need your help with something.

You have any idea what this is?

No.

Is it connected to a case?

No. Personal.

Sixteen spokes emanating from the centre.

Same image as on the Indian flag.

Right. Saw that on Google.

I could try to dig deeper if you want.
I'll call you if I find something.

Thanks, man. I appreciate it.

- [clanging]
- [Sophie grunting]

[panting]

[grunting]

[motor approaching]

Hello?

Hello?

Hello? Hello!

Hoping I was someone else?

[Erik] Dad!

Hey.

Time to sleep.

You okay?

Why can't I go to Mum's?

Because, I told you, she's out of town,

and I wasn't really expecting this.

-Can you come up, now?
-What is it?

The man at Sophie's house,
we've got a name.

Sweet dreams.

Sleep.

-Who is he?
-Robert Penny.

How did you find his name?

-I didn't. Inspector Constante did.
-Nice.

He used a false passport
to sign into the court.

But his own credit card
to pay for petrol

for that stolen car in a station
two kilometres away.

What have you got?

Robert Penny, war veteran.

He did seven tours in Iraq,
then left the Royal Navy in 2010.

He's been working as a gun-for-hire ever
since for private security contractors.

-I know that one.
-Which one?

Melvoy Security.
They've got offices all the over world,

but their Chief of Security,
Dominic Fitzroy,

is based out of Amsterdam.

What was your business with him?

I had a few routine questions
about one of his clients, Argento.

Argento. They make smartphones.

Yeah, smartphones,
other mobile devices.

They had some suspicious high-value
bank accounts out of London.

What the hell does Wombosi
have to do with smartphones?

I bet Sophie could tell us.

Or at least her source could.

Who are you working for?

You can talk to me, you know.

Eat.

Not bad.

Though I wouldn't have
chosen eggs for my last meal.

It is my last meal, isn't it?

You kill my driver, you strand me here.

You're just waiting on orders to kill me.

You're just a man who follows orders.

Did you learn that in the navy?

What were you, Special Forces?

And how do you know that?

Tattoo on your arm.

I was in the navy too.

Seven years.

Sorry, Ms. Baines.

We're on the opposite sides on this one.

Constante? Where are you going?

Amsterdam. Inspector Wilkinson and I

are going to see this security contractor,
Fitzroy.

We're running out of time.

If we don't hurry up and find
Sophie Baines, they will kill her.

You realize this isn't about
Sophie Baines, Mr. Dorn.

She's just the means to an end.

To her source, I know,
and I know that that's why

Wombosi's lawyer challenged
the evidence that she gave us.

If we don't find
a backup for it in 48 hours,

they will have it thrown out of court.

And you still don't think
that Wombosi is behind her kidnapping?

-I don't.
-I'm sure there's a connection.

Look, I know she's a friend of yours.

I understand how difficult this is.

I will not have her blood on my hands.

I cannot.

We'll find her.

Nice place.

Being a gun for hire pays well.

Inspectors Constante and Wilkinson.

We were expecting you.

May I offer you some tea? Coffee?

Uh, black--

We'd just like to see Mr. Fitzroy.

Of course. Right this way.

A bloke could get used to this.

We provide services
for clients all over the world,

but General Wombosi isn't one of them.

Someone hacked Ms. Baines' phone
and several others, including mine.

Now, we think that
it may have been this man.

Robert Penny.

You know him?

Of course.

He's worked for me occasionally,
but not recently.

Do you have any idea
how we could locate him?

Personnel files
are protected information.

I'm sorry, but I can't
share those with you.

See, I'm particularly curious

why he might have hacked my phone,
Mr. Fitzroy.

The last time we spoke,
it was about one of your clients,

Argento International.

And because this man
worked for me in the past,

you think there might be
some connection

between Argento and this kidnapping?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, gentlemen,
but I can assure you

there's no connection whatsoever.

If I come across any information
that might be useful,

I'll share it with you at once.

He's lying.

Oh, yeah, he is.

[mobile phone rings]

Well?

We've got trouble, Mr. Pemberton.

Can you contain it?

We won't have to for much longer.

Oh, start. Start.

You'll need gasoline to start the engine.

You didn't think
I'd be that careless, did you?

Well?

Well, that guy Fitzroy's got one hell
of a poker face, I'll give him that.

What have you got?

We've gone through everything
there is to know about Argento,

Melvoy Security, and Wombosi.

If there is a connection,
they've been careful to keep it offline.

Dad.

Didn't realise you were
running a crèche, Sebastian.

What are you doing up?

Back to bed. Let's go.

It keeps beeping.

What?

What is it?

It's a VHF signal.

Someone calling the number
for Sophie's burner phone.

Comes from a quarry outside Hanover.

Sophie?

[Arabela] She's calling her own phone.

I'll get the chopper. Let's go!

How far are we?

Less than two kilometres.

I have the live feed up over there.

I'll contact Emergency Services.

You don't have to kill me.

I've got a daughter.

Just let me go, please.

You were a hero before,
be a hero again.

Is that what you think I was
back there in the desert?

A hero?

-Move. Get up!
-No. No!

Get up!

Get on the fucking boat, you bitch.

[Marco] Move in closer.

[Dorn] I can't find her! Where is she?

-Come on! Move!
-Please--

Come on!

He gets into that boat, she's dead.

Please!

Just think what you're doing.

This is a tough shot, Inspector.

I've got him.

-Get on the boat.
-Let me go.

Keep moving.

Do it! Now!

He's moving too much.

God!

Nice shot, Inspector.

Sophie, it's all right.

You're going to be all right.

Trust me.

Ms. Baines, I'm so sorry,
but we don't have much time.

We have less than 48 hours
before your evidence against Wombosi

is thrown out of court.

They kidnapped me
to keep me away from my source,

the one who gave me the evidence
against Wombosi.

We figured as much.

How can we find him?

I don't even know his name.