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This was your beat?

Yeah. Italian border,

from here all the way
up to Switzerland.

It's a hell of
a lot more picturesque

than where I worked.

Well, the longer
you police an area,

the harder it is

to appreciate picturesque.

Lot of human-trafficking
through here?

More all the time.

I was working on
a joint operation,

with some of
the other border regions.

I'd like to see
that investigation

if you still have access.

That's why
you asked me to bring you

to my old stomping grounds?

It's related
to Phillip Genovese,

the files you had me gather?

It may have something
to do with Genovese.

I don't know.

But I really do want to
familiarize myself

with the area.

I guess I could
introduce you to Captain Geroux,

my former superior.

And I wouldn't mind checking up
on the progress myself.

Great.

You mean now, don't you?

You said you'd take me
dancing before the party.

Yeah...

But we need to send
the bodyguards first.

Then send them.
You promised me!

Okay, okay.

This is Jacques.

Jacques, we're going to a club.

The, um...?

Mecca.

The Mecca. In town.

Don't forget
the party after!

I gave them the address
when I got here.

And then a private party.

You have the address.

I'll send the advance team now.

Give us half an hour.

Half an hour.

Whatever will we do?

- Ca va?
- Ca va.

Inspected first location now.

It's dark, crowded
and impossible to control.

Maxim's going to love it here.

No comments, just do the job.

Okay.

Get him straight
to the V.I.P. area.

It's a much safer environment.

Check out the second venue.

I'll get the package rolling.

Head to
the private party venue.

We can go to the club now.

Party time.

There's no one here.

This is the address
she gave me.

Okay, so where is the party?

Jacques?

I might have a bad address
on the party.

Advance one?

Advance one?
Can you hear me?

Come in, advance one.

Hello?

Something's wrong?

I lost their signal.

Maybe they're having

a little bit of fun for once.

Go around the block
until the "Z" -list gets inside.

Stuck, boss.

Leave the car here.
Let's get inside.

Where's Laure?

She's behind us!

Let's get upstairs.

No!

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No ones here.

Saturday night,

the joint must be jumpin'.

Nah. They're at the scene
of a multiple homicide

and kidnapping in Cannes.

The joint really is jumpin'.

Salut, Claude.
Ca va?

Oui. Combien?

Oui, peut-etre.

On n'est pas loin. On arrive.

This might actually be
a case for us.

Why do you say that?

It might match
another kidnapping in Florence

a few months ago.

It was in one of the files
Major Daniel had me process.

You're sure?

I told you.
I have a memory thing.

Okay. Let's check it out
with Sebastian.

Dammit!

Anne-Marie?

Yeah, Sebastian?
Sorry to disturb you

on a Saturday.

It's all right.
I'm still at the office.

I had some work to catch up on.

Some programming.

What can I do for you?

Can you access

Florentine crime databases
over the last six months?

Yeah. Hold on.

What are you looking for?

There's been a kidnapping
in Cannes.

It sounds like one in Florence.

Yes. There're... two,

one parental abduction,

one kidnapping for ransom
from a public space

where the victim's
security team

was overpowered and...

And murdered.
Very similar.

Yes. Very.

Uh, no,
I was talking to Hickman.

You're with Hickman?

Yeah. Uh, can you call
Major Daniel

and tell him
we're close to the scene?

We'll see what we can find out.

If he doesn't think
the case is for us,

then we can always pull back.

- Right.
- Thanks.

She's with Hickman...

in Cannes?

Dinner was lovely.
Thank you.

I'm going to clean up.

No, I can do it.

Um... we can
do it together.

No.

It's all right.
It's all right.

No.

It's not all right.

It'll never be all right.

Sebastian.

No. No, no. I was...

What can I do for you?

Excuse me.

Sergeant Vittoria.

Cheers, mate.

There.

Get that into you.

Why does the Lord hate me?

Detective Hickman?

Captain Claude Geroux.

Nice to meet you.

Pleasure to meet you, sir.
I've heard a lot about you.

Excuse me.

How was the reunion?

They're overwhelmed.

Anybody would be.
Can I see your phone?

Get this photo of that casing
to Sebastian to analyze.

Mm-hmm.

They're all
double-tapped.

One shot centre-mass,
one in the head.

It's extremely brazen.

The club was packed.

They didn't worry about
witnesses describing them.

Well, if something
is fast and brutal,

nobody remembers any details.

It's how the mob works
in New York.

These kills
were definitely professional.

One more pint and I was
home free

with the most beautiful
bird I've seen

since I left Dublin.

I didn't know
you had a girlfriend.

There's a lot
you don't know about me.

Really?

Where were you
on a Saturday night?

There's a lot you don't
know about me, either.

In the gym.

Dedication.
That's hot.

7.62, lead ore.

It's Russian,
but manufactured in Bulgaria.

- Fairly rare.
- Russian?

What's the case?

Kidnapping in Cannes.

The victim's called
Maxim Marianski.

His father's
a Russian billionaire.

Double-tap kills
are a military tactic.

A lot of Russian
military went bad,

and they don't like
the new rich.

There could be
a connection there.

Is that enough
to make it cross-border?

To ask for the case?

The crime itself
is only within France...

As far as we know.

But... we have
a similar Florence case.

Oh, yeah.
I remember that.

Rich victim,
blitz attack on security,

double-tap kills
with 7.62s...

Sure looks like
the same team did both.

I'll call Dorn.

Sebastian, get your equipment.

We are all going
to the South of France.

Pick me up in a chopper
at the heliport. Bye.

Wow... a man asking me
to the South of France

on a Saturday night?

You would think
that would sound sexier.

Anne-Marie and Hickman
were already there...

Together.

Where is my son?

I need to
speak to someone there!

What's going on?

- The victim's mother is here.
- I need to see my son!

They let her
into the crime scene?

You're gonna be in big trouble!

In Cannes, no one refuses
Caroline Marianski anything.

Hey! Please! Does anyone
know where my son is?

Madame Marianski?

Yes.

- I'm Captain Geroux.
- Hi.

Shall we find some privacy?

Victim's father, Lev Marianski,

is one of the richest men
in the world.

He's just arrived.

Where does his money come from?

Well, initially, black market,
after the fall,

but he went much more mainstream
in the last decade.

He has tech companies,
financial companies,

a string of high-end stores,

even owns a football team
in Italy...

A team that never covers
the point spread, by the way.

Soccer has a spread?

It's called "football."

Yeah, whatever it's called,

how do you figure
a point spread in a game

where nobody ever
scores any points?

Well, someone scores,
or I wouldn't have so ma...

Anyway. We are 15 minutes out.

Madame Marianski...

It's Pelletier.

We divorced three years ago,

and I took back my maiden name
the moment I legally could.

Who are you people again?

We work out of

the International
Criminal Court.

Handling kidnappings?

Well, handling
cross-border crimes.

I don't understand.

They took him across a border?

No, madame.

There was a similar kidnapping
in Florence,

several months ago.

So this is
a professional group?

The kidnappers?

It appears so.

All kidnappings are
professional, aren't they?

Unless the parents do it.

Look.

If you want to investigate me,
investigate me.

Until then, what are you
doing to find my son?

Sir, look around you.

Almost every officer
in the region is here.

Standing around, doing nothing.

In a ransom kidnapping,

you generally need to wait
for further contact.

How long will that take?

You have somewhere
more important to be?

You've checked your watch twice
since you got here.

No. I have nowhere to be.

How much time
do you have before

you need to report this
to the insurance company?

Insurance?

Mr. Marianski,
you must insure your valuables?

Did you buy an insurance
on Maxim?

Caroline...

Usually, a man
in your ex-husband's position

takes out an insurance policy,
a kidnap policy, on his family.

He probably has one
on you as well.

Is that true?

As you say, it was prudent.

But we're not
married any longer.

You can buy
insurance on anyone.

You cold bastard.

Actually, madame,
kidnap insurance

provides certainty

that, if something like this
should happen,

the ransom money would be
readily available.

It also tends to
keep negotiations to a minimum.

Makes it more of
a business transaction.

You probably have a million
reasons to hate your ex-husband,

but this shouldn't be
one of 'em.

May I have a moment
with you, please?

"Millions of reasons"
to hate me?

Three years after a divorce,

a rich ex-wife should have

a string of young guys
helping her forget,

but she's still
really pissed at you.

That kind of anger is earned.

Right now, I'm more
concerned about the chip.

Chip?

Your son has a tracer chip
in him, right?

I wouldn't...

Things are gonna go

so much easier
if you don't lie to me.

You're wearing a $23,000 watch.

So?

It's a fake.
The sub-dial is all wrong.

The inner wall should
be gold, not white.

It's too thick by half.

But it's a good fake,
it's a professional fake,

and they don't
come cheap either,

which suggests

that you...
You like to look good,

but you're not above
saving a buck.

Kidnap insurance
gives a discount

when the insured
has a locator chip,

and I'm guessing that
you went for that option.

She can't know.

Oh, she most definitely
will know,

but our problem right now

is what the chip-makers
don't tell you.

Hey! Hurry up, I said!

Jacket! Now!

These are probably
professional kidnappers.

Knowing the level
of Maxim's security,

they'll expect a chip, too.

They'll get rid of

every shred of clothing,
down to his skin.

Then glasses, jewellery,
piercings, prosthetics...

Anything removable
that could hide a device.

Finally, when
he's completely stripped,

they'll scan him
to check for any electronics.

And they're going to find it.

Question is...

Is the tracking device
something that he carries,

or did you have it
implanted inside him?

You put a tracking
device inside him?

For his own protection.

When did you do this?

When he visited me in Minsk.

A Russian doctor
cut open our son?

It was probably
more like an injection.

What kind of monster does that?

I'm a monster
for wanting him safe?

They only thing you wanted
is to save money!

You mean like hiring

those useless
French security men?

Better than
the gorillas you use.

I can see how much
better your people are.

All right, while
watching you two

has been thoroughly enjoyable,

why don't we start
focusing on your son?

What will they do if they
find it, the tracking device?

I don't know.
It's hard to tell at this point.

- Well, tell me the truth!
- The truth about what?

We have four dead
on the first floor.

Do you mind checking it out?

Yeah, sure.

The victim
has a tracer implant.

- Do we know the tag I.D.?
- I have it.

Just give me
a second to set up.

These wankers are efficient.

Four dead, eight shots.

Clean...

Cold.

Bodyguard.

Bouncer.

Bodyguard.

Who's the girl?

She looks like a civilian.

Maybe she was with the target.

Why did you kill her?

Shut up.

Do we know who that girl was,

the one they shot?

She was called Laure.

Maxim's girlfriend.

How long had
they been together?

Six months.

She was a gold-digger
from the Banlieue.

How do you know that?

She hates all his girlfriends,
since he was 10 years old.

Why else would a 28-year-old
be dating a teenager?

He'll be 20 next week
and he's in love with her.

Oh, stop.
At that age,

boys are in love
with every girl.

I have it...
The tracking device.

Is it moving?

Doesn't seem to be.

Can you get a location?

Yep. It's at...

Avenue Beauregard in Cannes.

Are you sure?

What does that mean to you?

It's our...

Her address.

The family villa.

He's at home?

Don't touch that.

Please.

"We will
contact you soon."

What is that?

It's a microch.

Is there any indication
of time on the note?

Only "soon."

Where was the device
implanted in him?

Back of the hand.

Probably not a critical injury.

Hand ain't no picnic.

- Well... oh, I didn't mean...
- I'm just busting balls.

Messing around.

So, Sebastian,
set up in the house

to trap and trace
any ransom call.

I'll also capture
the data lines,

in case
they reach out digitally.

Good.

Poke around
the family financial records.

We may need them.

Wouldn't that be illegal?

We're not trying to
prosecute him for anything.

Not yet.

What do you need from me?

There was an advance guard,

who was not present

when the kidnapping took place.

Maybe it was an inside job.

Right.

Eva, I need you in Florence.

Maybe there's something
from the other kidnapping

that can help us here.

Okay.

Anne-Marie...

This is our base of operations.

Liaise with the parents.

Excuse me, sir?

Explain that, now,
it's a waiting game.

We wait for the kidnappers
to contact us,

then get
the insurance company involved.

Yeah. Uh...

Sir, I'm really sorry, but...

almost anyone else
is better-suited than me...

- ...to take care of...
- You can do it.

You can.

No, I'm not
listening to you anymore!

This is all your fault.

How is it my fault?

If you spent more time
thinking of him...

That is one seriously
dysfunctional divorce.

Please, Carl...

Their child is in danger.

Step, step, step.

Get down.

Madame Pelletier?

Is there news?

No, no, no. Um...

I...

I'm very sorry

that this is happening
to you, madame.

Would you care for some tea?

I... I can do that!

I'll do that.

Now... let's see
what you've been up to,

Mr. Marianski.

I can have a mate
who can enhance all this, so...

Maybe he'll get
something out of it.

I'll copy it for you.

You're...

All from the International
Criminal Court?

Yeah. Sort of.

We, uh, specialize
in cross-border crime.

These kidnappers may have
done another one in Florence.

Professional kidnappers don't
usually kill anyone, do they?

Not unless they have to.

It's bad for business.

So how long have you

worked for the family?

Six months.

We don't work for the family,
by the way.

No?

Madame Pelletier is the client.

The father doesn't trust us.

What about Maxim?

Maxim...

He's a security nightmare.

Always taking off,

trying to shake off
his bodyguards.

These kidnappers...

They didn't wait
till he was alone.

Yeah.

Probably because

of Laure.

The girlfriend.

He was very protective of her.

Is there something
you want to say about her?

She was the one
who wanted to go.

To the club?

And to the party.

The non-existent
party.

Yeah.

That's why Jacques only had
one guard with him.

I'm sorry about your boss.

He was a good man.

Good bodyguard.

Have you ever lost a partner?

Uh, yeah.

And...

how do you handle the guilt?

I figure that out,
I'll let you know.

We'll make the video,
then I'll call Katya.

Hey, hey.

That can wait
'til after the video.

He must be starving.

So?

We can do the video
after he eats.

What? Are you soft for him?

Don't be stupid.

Then what's troubling you?

This. The whole thing.

I don't...

It feels wrong.

Hey.

This is our biggest one.

Huh? Ever.

After that, we'll stop, huh?

Like we always wanted.

Put your mask back on.

I'm not an idiot, Yan.

Here, some food.

I don't want any.

You have to eat.

After we make the ransom video,
your father will pay,

then you can go home.

He isn't going to
pay anything for me.

He will.

Then you can go home.

Home to what?

Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.

Eva?

I'm trying to link Maxim
with the Florence victim.

They are both teenagers
with very rich parents,

but different cities,
different nationalities,

and with different profiles.

So, Allesandro,
the boy in Florence,

he appears to be
a motivated art student

at the Centro di Restauro,

but Maxim...

Is your typical
trust-fund waster.

"Waster?"

You sound like Tommy.

I guess I'm not any happier

with people
who have too much money.

How much is too much?

Eva...

Do the guys know each other?

Okay. Um... no.

There's no evidence
they've ever met.

All right, how can I help?

Well, part of the Florence file
is available,

but the other part is locked,

so I don't know how to get in.

I think I can get into it
by the time you get to Florence.

Okay. Well, I think
I'll be there in about...

42 minutes.

I've got your progress
on my screen.

Okay, then. Thanks. Grazie.

Ciao, ciao.

Okay.

How much are you into them for?

I had a partner who gambled.

The only time
he talked about it

was when he was winning big

or losing big.

And...

no offense, but...

you don't seem like a guy
on a winning streak.

Why is "no offense"

always followed by
something entirely offensive?

I am not into anybody
for anything.

All right...

Hello, Dorn.

What are you doing, Louis?

I am on a case.

Did you think I wouldn't know?

Know? What do you mean, know?
Know what?

I have alerts everywhere.

What are you
talking about, Dorn?

The Russian, Louis!

You said I could handle it
without interference.

I have.

You're running checks
on my source.

No.

Yes, you are.

I just told you...
I have alerts in the files.

Someone is going through
the financial records

of the man
who gave me Dimitrov.

Someone with

I.C.C. authorization
is trailing him.

Are you going to
try to tell me that

it isn't you or...
your German computer whiz?

Your source, what's his name?

What do you mean?

"What is his name?"

Marianski?

It's Lev Marianski?

Why do you ask me?

Because I'm standing
in his son's room.

The kidnapping case...

it is Marianski's son?

Yeah. And we think
the kidnappers are Russian,

and they used military tactics.

It is of utmost importance that
you keep me informed, Louis.

I must know
if Dimitrov is involved.

If I were to go to Russia,

I would never make it back.

Max...

Time to make a movie!

- Why?
- I told you.

For the ransom,
so you can go home.

Why did you kill her?

You did that.
You killed Laure.

It's okay, he didn't hurt me.

You stay out of this.

You touch her again...

And we won't be needing
a video. Understand?

You think I'm afraid of you?

I told her...

My father isn't going to pay
to get me back.

He hates me.

Just say what
I tell you to say.

No.

Then I'll kill your mother.

After the divorce,

we used to sit here,

having tea together
in the morning,

Maxim and me.

That must've been nice.

Nice?

Do you know what they talked
about the entire time?

While they were having their...

Their "nice" tea?

About me.

Don't flatter yourself.

Tell her all the things

you told a teenage boy...
a teenage boy...

About his father.

I really don't need to know.

She told him...

I slept around,

that I brought diseases home,

that I fathered other children,

that I never cared about them.

What part of that is not true?

A boy needs to
look up to his father.

You poisoned him about me.

To make your...
yourself feel better,

to control him.

Like you control him
with money?

While you let him
squander all yours.

Because you cut off
his support.

I only had to support him
until he was 18 or in school.

He's neither.

Such a cheap bastard!

He does nothing!

Won't work!
Won't study!

My cutting him off

will finally make him
act like a man.

That's enough!

What are you doing?

This is a game?

You know, a lot of people
would love to have a child,

and all you do is...

Use him to hurt each other?

No, we don't.

We are under stress.

Okay. Yeah.

"Stress."

Anne-Marie?

We're meeting on the terrace.

I suggest

you find somewhere to sit...

and think.

Separately.

Okay?

Hello?

You didn't tell the Italians

about me going into
their files, did you?

Excuse me?

Well, I remember you saying
you were going to tell them

to run a check-up
on their systems.

Yeah. I...
I remember that.

I was just kidding.

Yeah, I tried to access
a Trojan Horse I installed,

but it seems closed.

Well, I wouldn't tell them,
okay?

Well...

whatever it is in that file,

Florence really wants it secret.

I have the address
of a witness,

so I might just ask
how it all got solved.

All right.
I'll be here if you need me.

Okay. Thank you.

Ciao.

Dammit.

Something wrong, mate?

No. Nothing.

Yeah, well,
Louis has called us together.

Coming.

Uploading the video...

Now.

I have the file.

This is the message...

"10 million Euros in cash,
by 6:00 tonight.

Delivery instructions
will follow."

I thought it was five million?

The price has doubled.

Why?

Because I am in charge.

What do you mean,
you're in charge?

Just tell them, Katya!

10 million.

You think the girlfriend
set Maxim up for the kidnapping?

She sent the advance team

to a non-existent
party

and she planned the trip
to the nightclub.

Seems kind of
short-sighted of her.

He's her boyfriend,

and apparently,
he's worth millions.

Well, his father
just cut his support.

Really?

So, what? Maxim was broke?

Rich-kid "broke."

He had a driver, a bodyguard
and a limo.

Which were all
about to be taken away.

Maybe he's in on it?

I doubt he had a part
in killing the girlfriend.

Security said
his whole lifestyle changed

when he met her,

became more... responsible.

Maybe the kidnappers
killed Laure

just because she was a witness?

Not the first time.

Okay, so, we dig into
the girlfriend's life

and see if her contacts
give us a name.

There's something
else about Marianski.

What?

He doesn't have
insurance on Maxim.

Not anymore.

And, for him,
he's short on cash.

Most of his money is tied up
in investments and property,

but he's only got

a little more than 10 million
in liquid funds.

He cancelled the policy?

Yeah. About six months ago.

What?

You went into my records?

Did you cancel the insurance?

You were angry
I even bought it.

That's our Skype call.

It's coming in
on the family account.

Mr. Marianski,
get in the chair.

The important thing is to not

let them think
that there's a problem.

Just listen to the demand,

and we'll figure it out later,
all right?

Are you ready, Sebastian?

Recording.

Answer it.

Maman?

Oh, God!

Please pay.
These people have killed.

They will hurt me.

The ransom is 10 million Euros,

by 6:00 P.M. tonight.

But...

The insurance lapsed.

I need more time.

6:00 P.M.

It's only 10 hours!
I need more time.

You don't have any more time.

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