All language subtitles for Crossing Lines (2013) - S02E02 - The Homecoming (1080p BluRay x265 Kappa)

The man you asked me about,

Philip Genovese?

-Yeah?

-He's back, too.

Is he the one from New York?

The one you were chasing?

When he does get back,

we've got something very

special planned for him.

-Me and his little friend here.

-What do you want?

Leave Shari out of it!

She's not a part of it!

She is now, sport.

Come on... We both knew

it was gonna end this way.

He runs a trafficking ring.

-Drugs?

-People.

Arabela, stay with Genovese.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

He's dangerous.

Never forget that.

My boss is on his way.

I'll be fine.

-Inspector Seeger.

-Just finishing off my notes.

So everything is all right

in here, huh?

Absolutely perfect.

What happened?

It was my boss.

He attacked me.

He helped him.

Hey, garbage boy. Guess

who's out of the hospital.

I can't wait for round two.

There's the door.

On me.

Remember, there's supposed to be

a dozen girls in that trailer.

If it jumps off,

nobody fires at the trailer.

Draw the skels away.

Let's roll.

Two, one, go!

Hold.

What are we doing?

This is too easy.

Not necessarily.

Mace.

Cammarata, light that cigar.

Okay. This is a set-up.

Come on, back up. Slowly.

Let's get the boom squad

in here,

find out what the hell

is going on.

You look like you want to jump.

Out of my skin.

It's only been a few days.

You promised you'd listen

to the doctors.

I thought they would be

more reasonable.

You need to heal.

Which I could be doing

at my desk.

But you wouldn't stay

at your desk.

Merci, Monsieur.

See? Even Michel thinks

you should stay at home.

No, no. I just declared that

he wouldn't stay at his desk.

I made no assessment

beyond that.

If I'd known that

would be the response,

I would have brought them

two weeks earlier.

That's for coming to visit.

He really is going out

of his mind.

You're going

out of your mind?

I need to ask you something.

Anything.

-Why?

-Why what?

Trying to kill me for stopping

a drug operation,

I understand perfectly.

But I keep thinking

about this...

Why did Dimitrov

take Rebecca and me hostage?

Why?

I'm sorry, Louis.

I... I don't know yet.

We've cleared all

the laser trip-beams.

-And there's definitely a bomb?

-Bomb is an understatement.

There's enough explosive

in that truck

to blow this whole block

back to the Stone Age.

This entire thing was a set-up.

There are no girls at all?

I didn't say that.

One of my guys thought

he heard something

in one of the trucks.

So we put up the portable x-ray.

Looks like people inside.

The girls are in there?

-You took care

of all the lasers?

-And it seems the plastique

is just under

the frame of the truck.

And all the doors are safe?

I said "seems."

Aw, dammit, we just can't...

Okay.

Everybody, find cover

or get out of here.

It's really not a good idea.

Yeah, those words will

probably be on my tombstone.

But please, not today.

You saved a lot of lives

here today.

I got four dead girls

and two barely breathing,

and no idea who they are.

We haven't saved

their lives yet.

I didn't just mean them.

Genovese.

Son of a bitch.

Amanda?

Did you forget

to tell me something?

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

Last we heard around here,

you had Phillip Genovese

in custody.

Yeah.

Yeah, but not anymore.

How did you get this number?

Wait, why?

He just tried to kill me

and an entire raid team.

What?

Yeah. He's in New York,

and it looks like

he's settling old scores.

-Tommy?

-You quit?

I was going to call you.

Is this because they're saying

your boss was some kind of hero?

-That's part of it.

-That's not a reason to quit,

that's a reason

to start screaming

"That's a load of shite"

from the rooftops.

-It's complicated.

-No, it's not.

There aren't that many good

cops, Seeger. You can't quit.

I believe my colleagues

murdered my boss

and called it suicide,

a man so corrupt he helped

another murderer escape.

But what they're saying

is a hero died.

None of it is true,

but it will be.

It will be made official,

and it will be true.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I just, I can't devote my life

to a system capable of that.

Major, hi!

I do not need help.

Let me give you a hand.

Here, lean on me, mate.

Oh, you make me feel

very, very old.

Young people don't

make you feel old, Louis...

It's old age that does that.

Torn ligaments

and bruised ribs don't help.

I imagine not.

Should you even be here, sir?

The doctors paroled me.

I promised to only

do things with no movement,

a promise I can keep

since you all created

enough paperwork for me...

to last a month.

I'm sure there's

a "Thank you for rescuing me"

in there somewhere.

Anyone seen Carl?

Not since we came back.

He's been at the hospital

with the injured girl

from the carnival.

Tommy?

Aye.

Thanks for rescuing me.

Oh, you're more

than welcome, sir.

-Oh, you are here.

-I wish everyone

was less surprised.

No, I mean I just took

a phone call for you,

from the States, NYPD,

a cop named--

Andrews?

Yeah, Amanda Andrews.

-Yeah.

-Hold on.

They should be

coming through now.

The doctors here say

that the four dead girls

appear to have suffocated

in the trailers

after their beatings.

They're not sure

why these two even survived.

I appreciate your help

ID'ing them.

I have put them through

everything that we have here,

but they are so disfigured

it's impossible.

All the paperwork will be done,

and your team will have all

the authority they need, Louis.

I will do what I can.

I hope your device

is as good as Louis

has told me, Kommissar Berger.

Yeah, me too.

-See you soon.

-Goodbye.

Okay, you all know what to do.

You have 20 minutes to gear up.

That was quick.

Ensconcing yourself

in a new adventure.

Could I say no?

No, you could not.

I need to talk to you, Louis.

It concerns Rebecca.

You guys going somewhere?

I'm gonna see New York

for the first time.

We have a case.

In New York?

Yeah, Genovese turned up there.

How do you know that?

The Major will explain it.

Is that right?

-He doesn't seem happy.

-Does he ever?

You okay?

Yeah. I just...

I told Anne-Marie I would

show her New York one day.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Why does the team think

they're going to New York?

-I'll let you get to it, Major.

-Thank you, Dorn.

Hickman...

Good work in London.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

The team thinks they are going

to New York because they are.

Six European girls

were found in New York,

victims of a trafficking ring.

Four are dead.

These two were found

so badly beaten

they cannot be identified.

NYPD asked us to identify them

and get them home.

Amanda is your contact there?

Does she... call you about me?

Yes.

So did she tell you

that I'm going there also?

She told me Genovese

tried to kill her.

She didn't need to tell me

you were going.

The team does not need

to be involved with this.

This is my fight.

-They don't seem

so worried about it.

-Well, they should be.

Your ticket is ready.

Flight is in two hours.

The ICC is not

responsible for this, Louis.

The ICC team was requested,

not just some of them.

-Get out of the way!

-Whoa!

-Asshole!

-Excuse you, mate!

Jeez, it really is ruder.

You're from Belfast, and you

think New Yorkers are rude?

Aye, but when the Irish

are rude, we do it with

a little twinkle in the eye.

-Yeah, like leprechauns.

-That's still not funny, man.

Eva likes me.

Yeah, but I don't think

you're that funny either.

I think you're funny, Sebastian.

-Yeah, when he's insulting me.

-Usually.

Wow...

She ought to be here.

What's she like?

Amanda?

She's like a cop.

That's what she is.

I mean what's she like?

That's for not calling

when Genovese escaped.

You hit me.

I wanted to run you over,

but transpo convinced me

I don't need another

vehicle damage report.

Briefing upstairs in my office,

and then we'll get you

to the hospital

so you can see the girls.

Now, that was funny.

I think I like her.

I think we're

going to be friends.

Yeah, I missed you too, Mandy.

They arrived.

All right, stay with 'em.

Let me know

when they move again.

Hey, buddy, how you doing?

Hey, you know what

they don't have in Europe?

A decent red hot.

Run three of them through

the garden for me, would ya?

I got a big day planned.

A big day.

I was able to get permission

for you to consult

on the unidentified girls

based on the unique abilities

of your machine.

We believe them to be European.

One of them spoke French,

if that helps.

It cuts it down

to 75 million people.

If that's her only language.

She was asking for help.

Well, then it's probably

her native tongue.

29 countries.

Are we sure

she isn't Canadian?

Canadians are usually brought

into the U.S.

in a different place.

Right, Upper Peninsula Michigan,

or Seattle through Vancouver.

They do their research.

What about Genovese?

What about him?

How are we going after him?

You guys are going

to handle the women.

City's gonna have an issue

with international cops

bouncing around as it is.

If anyone asks

what you're doing here,

these letters should help.

They also have

my phone number on them.

Guns are okay?

-Do you have badges?

-Yeah.

This is America.

Oh, right,

cops and robbers, huh?

Cops and robbers.

What's this?

That is the organizational chart

for the trafficking gang.

This how we chased

Genovese down.

Ah, NYPD

doesn't have computers.

I prefer old school.

As in pre-electricity.

Any ideas how you're gonna find

one tosser in a city

of nine million people?

Yeah. I have some thoughts.

After Etienne was born,

when you left The Hague,

the international justice

community suffered a loss,

you know.

You are one of the most

gifted prosecutors

I have ever worked with.

Your ability to extract

from those victims

all the information

that we needed

without tearing them apart

emotionally was remarkable.

Quite, quite remarkable.

Michel, I couldn't.

I don't even know

if I'm capable anymore.

It's been six years.

My skills...

Your skills.

You haven't lost

your compassion,

you haven't lost

your sense of decency,

and those are the qualities

that inform your skills

to make you a great prosecutor.

The rest of it, well,

you can brush up on in books,

for god's sakes.

Well, I must think about it.

Yes.

Yes, you must.

Is there something else?

Working for the court...

there are...

tangential ramifications

that you must take

into consideration.

-Yes?

-Yes.

And what I'm talking about

directly pertains...

to Etienne's death,

and why that happened.

Rebecca...

Alexander Dimitrov...

assassinated Etienne

to get back at you.

You the crew I'm taking

to Roosevelt Island?

Yeah, this is them.

They have some gear up front.

Roosevelt Island?

Yeah, I put them in City

Hospital off the beaten path.

You ever go back out there?

To the island?

No, not since my father died.

Yeah.

The funeral.

One day I wasn't backing you up.

A day to remember.

You know I don't blame you

for this, right?

You don't have to.

How is it?

Pretty much the same

as when I left.

I do less morphine, though.

That's probably a good thing.

Everyone is okay with them

being here, right? The kids?

They're not gonna

step on any toes?

It's the NYPD.

We have pretty big toes.

Well, if there's any problem,

you know, with anyone,

just you let me know-- What?

I've just never seen

this on you, caring about

someone else this way.

They're good.

Mmm.

Come on, let's go mess

someone's day up.

Oh, my God.

To plot the assassination

of a child, a mind so sick!

What I did to him...

Etienne did not die

because of you, Rebecca.

-There was nothing--

-No, Michel, to Louis.

I blamed him

for more than a year.

Blamed Louis for what?

From the moment it...

I just assumed it was his work

that had caused it.

Does he know?

Does he know it was me?

No, not yet, no.

Oh, I need to...

Oh, my God.

I blamed him.

Major Daniel?

Thanks for coming, Detective.

It's not "detective" anymore.

Tommy told me.

That's a shame.

Please have a seat.

I will find

something else to do.

But you have not yet,

have you?

No. Not yet.

Good.

The team is in New York

trying to identify

some injured young women.

If we need to look

here in Europe,

I will someone

to get me there.

You mean,

like to drive you?

Yes. You just told me

you were free.

Am I crazy to miss

the gentle smell of urine?

Yes.

They're at Rollie's.

Okay, you and the boys

get to that other thing.

The van's ready and loaded

at the shop.

You're not going

to need any help?

For those two?

I got all I need, Stosh.

Hey, what the--

What the--

Hey, Rollie. Miss me?

You've loosened a tooth.

I think it's a molar.

Quit bitching, Rollie.

What, do you want

the street to know

you got your ass kicked

by a one-armed copper?

He was pretty surprised

to see me.

It's always a shock

to see a ghost.

I kind of can't believe

he tried to take me out.

Well, technically,

he just facilitated it.

It was Genovese

who made the play.

One day, remind me to tell you

how much I hate when

you say "technically."

Why would I remind you

to nag me?

Tommy, can you

get that table

and put it over here?

-Aye.

Get me the stand

and the scanner.

Can you tell me

how this works again?

Well, they can't be identified

because of the bruising

and swelling,

but their bone structure

hasn't changed.

Like their cheeks?

Yeah, and eye sockets.

The cartilage of their nose

may be damaged,

-but I can usually adjust

for that.

-Adjust?

I'm basically taking an X-ray

of their bones,

under the damage,

and letting my programs rebuild

their muscle and tissue

the way an age progression

program does.

This is not going

to hurt them, right?

It won't even wake them up.

So basically you're saying

you are able to see

what they looked like

before they were injured?

Close enough so we can run them

through an Interpol database.

See if they have a record.

Trafficked women might have

a prostitution hit.

If we're lucky.

Broads are

on the seventh floor.

G says in and out fast,

and make sure

they're dead this time.

Almost.

She's so beautiful.

She's not

in any of the crime bases.

Damn. Don't want the NYPD

to think we're a bunch

of useless wankers.

We could have the doctors

secure blood

and see if there's

any DNA record.

Okay, well,

I'll take care of that.

Sounds like an even wilder shot

than hoping they've got criminal

records.

These girls are, like,

20 years old or something?

Aren't they more likely

on Facebook than on

a criminal database?

Damn.

You can get into Facebook?

I don't have to get into it.

It's called social networking.

It's meant to be accessed.

You can run a photo

through the site itself

and see if it matches

any photos already posted.

I'm supposed to know

what that means?

-What, you don't Facebook?

-Men don't Facebook.

I check my page

about ten times a day.

I'm very disappointed in you

sometimes, Berger.

Okay, I'll go and see

if I can talk to the doctor.

We should try everything.

Yes...

They're sisters.

Marie and Charlotte Dupuis

from Mont St. Martin,

northern France.

-You got all that from Facebook?

-They're both tagged.

Their photos match photos

from their walls.

McConnell.

What? Where?

They're walking

towards the door...

four of them

with automatic weapons.

There are four guys

with automatic weapons

outside the door.

Eva, stall them for 30 seconds.

Are you serious?

Okay, when they start

to come in the room,

push back on the door.

Might just give us the shock

we need. Oh... Be careful, mate.

I'm not the one

going out of the window.

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners,

now and at the hour

of our death. Amen. Amen. Amen.

This was a bad idea.

Don't look down,

don't look down...

Oh, why'd you look down?

You're so stupid.

Come on, come on, come on...

Do it, do it...

Scusi?

Salve... uh...

What?

Uh... [speaking rapid Italian]

I think she's Italian.

Si. Sono Italiana.

Lady, we're working here.

Police! Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons now!

Drop them.

Drop your weapon now.

Better listen to the lady.

All right, all right.

Where the heck

are you cops from?

Hey... You didn't fire a shot?

Well, in Europe, it's different.

Not all cops and robbers?

Yeah, but if they'd given me

a reason, I'd have blown

their asses all to hell.

Let the devil sort them out.

Don't let these guys think

they're any tougher than us.

"Blow their asses

to hell and let

the devil sort them out"?

I'm pretty sure

it's from Die Hard II.

-John McClane. Irish.

-Ah, Irish-American.

-Yeah, but the attitude

is all Irish.

-Okay.

Yeah, yeah, we're all fine.

Plus, we potentially

ID'd the two girls.

They may be from Normandy.

Mont St. Martin.

Yeah, I'll send

the information through.

No.

Sorry, I have no idea

where Hickman is.

Made a big mistake, Rollie.

Are you back on the job?

Pay attention to Andrews.

Is he healed, or...?

What?

What mistake?

Trying to set me up.

You sent me

to that trucking company,

and Genovese rigged it to blow.

What?

What... What trucking...

Why... why would

I try to hurt you?

I like you.

Did you know that

when people lie,

their blood pressure goes up?

Is that right?

Pressure rises,

blood goes up to the nose,

makes the tissue swell.

Causes a bad itching sensation.

-Like that?

-Yeah, mm-hm.

You're saying that I'm lying.

Well, your nose is awful itchy.

Here's a question

for you, Rollie.

Genovese spent

the last two years in Europe.

How come you weren't surprised

when she said he rigged it?

-You okay?

-I'm okay.

That's our van.

Was it, now?

It just blew up.

Lucky we caught you then, huh?

Lucky?

You were supposed to be back

in that thing by now, yeah?

Someone wants you gone, man.

So how'd you know Genovese

was back in town?

How did I know?

Answering a question

with a question.

Another sign of a liar.

I'm just trying to understand

what you're saying.

With you, Rollie, if your lips

are moving, you're lying.

I mean, why would Genovese

let a piece of shit like you

know anything about his plans?

-Give us a second, man.

Wait there.

-What are you doing, Tommy?

This is our chance

to help Hickman.

That's their lorry just blew up.

Genovese tried to kill him too.

Aye. And I bet we can

get this fella to tell us

where Hickman and Andrews

can find him because of it.

Well, we only have authorization

to identify the girls--

Since when do you care

about authorization?

We could actually find out

where Genovese is.

That was

your real mistake, Rollie.

Never asking yourself "Why?"

Like a fish, he doesn't ask

what the worm is doing

hanging in the water there.

He just takes it,

and then he's all surprised

when there's a hook.

Fish, what fish?

What the hell

are you talking about?

Oh, you've got

the brains of a fish.

Genovese told you

he was bringing

those girls through New York

-so he could kill me, right?

-No. No... Look, I told you,

-it's just what I heard

on the street.

-Oh, no, no.

You did not hear something that

specific on the street, Rollie.

Genovese knows you're a rat.

He knew you'd tell Andrews,

and then he could set her up.

That's what happened.

Whether she dies there or not,

either way,

he knows that I'm coming

back to New York to get him.

You got played.

You have any idea

what he's going to do to you?

Genovese just tried to kill you.

Bullshit.

And I thought my boss was bad.

-He wouldn't.

-He wouldn't?

So you really think he's not

going to try to kill you again?

Well, here's the thing.

I guess this is the only chance

you have to save yourself here.

Tell us where Genovese is

so we can lock him up before

he gets another shot at you.

Tell her you set her up.

Confess.

It'd make you feel

so much better.

But I did not do that.

I would not set her up.

It's Tommy, the Irish kid.

-Better take that.

-Not yet.

Christ, Hickman,

answer your phone!

Can we go a bit faster

there, man?

-What if he doesn't answer?

-Well, keep trying.

Come on, Rollie,

tell Detective Andrews

you set her up.

I told you, I would never

set her up.

I told you that.

Oh, Rollie, we are so close.

It'll be okay.

Just tell me.

Fine, okay.

Look, I did not know that he was

going to try and kill you, okay?

I did not know that.

No way.

But yeah,

I knew it was a set-up.

Get up, put your hands

behind your back.

What?

Stand up. Put your hands

behind your back.

You said it was going

to be okay.

This is okay for me.

-What?

-I'm good.

I'm not good. You said

it was going to be okay.

I'm really good.

You guys are crazy, eh?

You said

it was going to be okay.

You just...

You...

You came here just for this?

Not exactly.

Tommy?

Jesus, Hickman, did you go

to an informant's flat?

Yeah, we're there now.

You've got to

get out of there now, mate.

I don't have time

to tell you how I know this,

but it's a set-up.

Genovese knows you're coming.

He knew you'd go

to that informant's flat!

Tommy, take it easy.

-No, listen to me, man!

-Calm down.

Look, Genovese is coming

to kill you both!

Tommy, stop.

-No, but--!

-We know.

We know that he's coming.

We want him to.

We are okay...

Right?

So far.

You got something for me?

Oh, yeah. It's small.

Well, size never matters, right?

That's just what girls tell boys

to make them feel better.

You ready?

Hey, hey, listen,

I don't care about the broad,

but that guy cop, he's mine.

Door. Door. Door.

All units, move in.

What's going on?

I don't hear anything.

Drop your weapons!

-Freeze!

-Don't move!

He's going upstairs!

Perp made it to the roof

of 1111 Arthur.

Seal the entire

neighborhood.

Start going through

every building.

Genovese!

We're here!

You want to finish

everything, how about now?

Right now!

You really think

he's going to answer you?

No.

-What should we do?

-You go north, I'll go south.

If I say be careful,

will it matter?

Careful would have

stayed in Europe.

Drop the gun.

Drop it. Drop the gun.

Hey, hey. Hey.

This a familiar sight, huh?

Me, rooftop, gun, NYPD.

Oh, wait a second.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

You weren't there that day.

Too bad for your boy.

My boy?

You went pretty far away

to hide from him.

Europe?

I went to Europe

because of you.

In my line of work,

there's a lot of worry

about Detective Andrews,

NYPD trafficking specialist.

"Specialist" suggests

an asshole like you

is hard to find or handle.

I do okay.

Pulled your strings

pretty easy today.

That's because

you're out of options.

I'm out of options?

Yeah, you really think you're

going to walk off this roof?

-I do.

-You do?

You know why?

I think I've got

a major insurance policy

right in front of me.

Insurance policy?

Yeah. You're my hostage.

You better have a hell

of a lot more than that gun

if you think you're gonna scare

me into being your hostage.

Is that right?

My dad used to pull a gun on me

and my brother just for fun.

On the weekends, when he was

real drunk, he'd add

a couple of rounds to the mix,

pull the trigger now and then.

Didn't take me long to develop

a real I-don't-give-a-shit

attitude about a gun to my head.

Wow. That was amazing.

-Now we're going to move.

-No.

Move.

Shoot me.

-Start moving.

-No.

-We're going to go now.

-No.

Shoot me.

I said move.

Better give up

before someone kills you.

She is so right.

-Hey, Carl. How are you, buddy?

-Shoot him, Carl.

You pull that trigger,

I'm gonna pull mine.

I don't care, Carl.

Shoot him.

You know,

by the way you shoot,

you got a better chance

of hitting this bitch anyway.

Did you just call me a bitch?

Yes, I did, bitch.

Shut up.

-Big mistake.

-Carl, shoot him.

Hey, stop moving.

I mean it--

You know what, shoot me,

and then shoot him! Do it!

Stop moving!

You want to cuff him?

I still haven't figured out

how to do that one-handed.

Right.

All units,

suspect is in custody.

Let's clean up this mess,

get this neighborhood

back to normal.

-Cuff him.

-All right, we got it from here.

You all right?

Me? Are you okay?

I did take all the chances,

didn't I?

I'm never going to

let you forget that.

Your father played

Russian Roulette on you?

I didn't know.

Oh, Carl, you gotta stop

believing everything you hear.

Can you imagine? Your daughter's

missing for almost one year?

Not knowing if they

are alive or dead?

You wanted me to see that.

When I asked you to help,

I could not have known we would

actually identify these women.

-You know that.

-Yes.

But you wanted to remind me

that cops do good things.

That won't make me not quit.

I'm not trying to get you

back to your old job.

I understand perfectly

why you quit.

You do?

Yes.

The hardest moment

in every cop's life

is when they realize how scary

it is to be the police.

Scary?

You think it's about fear?

Yes, I do.

And what exactly

am I afraid of?

A good cop spends almost every

moment of every day afraid.

Afraid of losing their life...

Afraid of taking a life.

Afraid that someone

they are responsible

for might be hurt or killed.

Afraid of taking action.

Afraid of not taking action.

What if you arrest someone

and make a mistake

on the paperwork?

What if, because of you

not doing the job well,

someone else is victimized?

What if you might not be good

enough to prevent someone

from escaping?

Afraid that you might fail.

I let you all down.

No.

If not for you,

we would not have Tommy back.

I need a mind like yours

on my team.

Excuse me?

Join us, Arabela.

Join the ICC team.

We're all packed.

I'm not surprised.

How's that?

You know how many nights

you left and stuck me

with the paperwork?

You're better at it.

Anyway, I'll have to do

all that extradition stuff

on the other side.

No, you'll have

one of those kids do it.

Yeah. Definitely.

You doing all right?

I was thinking... once

the extradition comes through,

I could maybe be his escort.

Bring Genovese

over there myself.

I think that'd be great.

But move first, though.

I'm sorry?

Louis says you live

in a shithole.

Oh, that's what Louis says, huh?

And I'm not staying

in a shithole.

No, I don't imagine

that you would.

-You know, I--

-I know. Me too.

Be careful out there.

You take care of those kids.

-Louis?

-Oh.

I know I was supposed

to stay here.

I only made a notification.

I promise.

Rebecca, what's wrong?

I have to tell you

something, Louis.

Something terrible.

You can tell me anything.

It will be all right.

That's just it.

I'm afraid

it won't be all right.

There's nothing you could

ever say that would change

what I feel for you.

Oh, Louis...