All language subtitles for Crossing Lines (2013) - S02E12 - The Team (2) (1080p BluRay x265 Kappa)

That is Lucien Fiori.

He's a Corsican national,

and he escaped three hours ago,

taking with him as a hostage

his court-appointed therapist.

He was not acting alone.

Dusek, the bomber, never been

linked with the Radeks before,

but he is a Hungarian anarchist.

Safecracker Victor Casta,

first crime he served time for,

robbery of a jewellery

wholesaler in Prague.

This feels more like an amateur

smash-and-grab gone wrong

than a proper professional

heist.

They're moving with the best

safecracker in the EU,

and they don't touch the safe?

You can rest assured

that Sebastian's mythical

Swiss hacker

is as real as they come.

I probably need more time

than I thought. I'm kind

of chasing a ghost.

Did anyone identify

the last robber?

-The tiger?

-The tiger was Colin,

Tommy's brother.

-Dr. Clarke?

-Yes?

We're the police.

The Major says that you do not

want to go to the hospital.

I have access to a villa

just outside of Lyons.

I'd just like to be

in familiar surroundings.

I feel like that's the best way

to begin healing from the

trauma.

-Eva?

-Tommy, I need you

to come here.

Someone sent me a note,

he wants to meet me today,

but he told me to be alone.

I need someone here.

Tommy! Tommy!

Tommy!

Stay with me! Tommy!

Stay with me. Shit!

Arabela, we're on the way

to see Dr. Clarke.

Major!

We need help! Now!

Tommy's been shot in the head.

We're behind the jewellery

store.

We need help, now.

Please. Hurry up.

I need an ambulance

and backup, now.

Stay with me...

-What's going on? What's wrong?

-It's Tommy. He's been shot.

This is Major Daniel.

Track Arabela's cell phone

and send an ambulance

and backup.

Eva, come on.

Come on.

Come on, Eva.

Eva is not answering.

Do you know what it is

that she's doing?

Where is she?

She would not tell me, but...

-I need her here.

I need everyone here.

-Yeah. All right.

Stay with me, Tommy.

It's okay.

It's the police.

Go back inside.

We're here!

Help is coming, they're coming.

They're here.

How is he?

His, um, his head

is bleeding, Major.

I don't... I don't know.

We got a lot to talk about.

Nothing yet?

-No change.

-I'll take over.

You sure you don't need that

to be looked at?

All I did was

scream "help," Hickman.

I didn't really participate.

You'd be surprised

how many times someone

in that situation

forgets to call for help.

Or they're so panicked

that when they do call in,

nobody can understand

what they're talking about.

Trust me,

you did real good.

Okay. Then I'm a hero.

You don't think so?

You managed to call Louis

while under fire,

and get both of you

out of that situation.

First, we were no longer

under fire.

Second, I only called the Major

because I couldn't remember

how to call the police

in Marseilles,

and, third, we didn't exactly

come out unscathed.

But you're both alive.

Only one of us is conscious.

So you're determined, then?

Determined?

To blame yourself for something

you have no fault in.

I just...

I wish I could have done

something more.

Every cop would rather

be the one who takes the shot

than have their partner

get wounded.

They're clean, Arabela.

Thanks.

How is he?

He's still unconscious,

but the bullet did not

penetrate.

It's a grazing wound.

-What happened?

-We were investigating a robbery

where two officers

had been murdered,

and we were shot at

from the rooftop

of the adjacent building.

No warning?

The area had been declared

clear, and the local police

were at the restaurant

where the officers were gunned

down. We thought it was safe.

Why would they

ambush them like that?

To the extent that assholes

ever do, these robbers

haven't made any sense.

They enter these stores

as loudly as possible.

They don't seem to mind

turning off some alarms

and leaving other ones on,

and then when we arrive, we

discover that nothing

of any value was even stolen.

That's a peculiar

modus operandi.

You'd think these people,

of all people, would want

to stay under the radar.

Can we be certain it's them?

In the negative.

Just got off the phone

with the detectives

at the latest robbery.

The gang accomplished

the exact same disruption

of electricity and cameras.

They left no trace of

themselves, but did leave

jewellery behind.

So the fact that they don't

leave any evidence

is now becoming evidence.

Sort of like the absence

of matter proves a black hole.

Then why don't we

forget about the evidence?

If we can figure out what

they're getting out

of these robberies,

we might be able to predict

what their next move is.

When I started the team...

Dorn asked me if I was doing it

for the right reason.

At the time...

I thought he meant

I was trying to get revenge.

tienne had been killed

one year before.

Things were very bad.

But now, I think...

I was looking for

another family.

I never told you this before...

but you were the last person

I chose for my team,

and a lot of people

told me not to.

But I knew you were

the right man.

Then...

you have become

more than that to me.

I don't want

to lose you, Tommy.

I don't want to lose

another son.

Major?

Yes?

I'm trying to sleep.

Yeah.

Yeah.

This just can't be.

-I'm sorry?

-This latest robbery.

The detectives said they can see

the robbers went into the office

but left the safe alone again.

I'm thinking, "What else

is kept in an office?"

Records.

And a computer, right.

But I'm in the hard drive

of that computer right now,

and it looks like no one even

used the computer for days.

What the hell were they doing

in the office of both

jewellery stores?

Why can't we figure out

what's going on?

Have you resolved that matter

that was troubling you

when we last spoke?

Not yet.

Hmm.

Well, I am here for you

whenever.

There needs to be a conversation

with someone that I can't have

right now.

Oh.

He is awake.

What are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

Tommy, you've been

unconscious for hours.

Means I'm well rested.

Please, Tommy,

think about this?

Arabela's right, Detective.

Being on your feet

is not a good idea.

All due respect, sir, I don't

give a damn if you think

it's a good idea or not.

I'm sorry.

Look, I am,

I appreciate the concern,

but we've got a bunch

of escaped convicts tearing

around Europe

committing robberies

and killing cops.

If that's not what this team

is for, then nothing is.

I'm not sitting on the side-line

with a headache.

You sure?

Aye. We have to stop them, boss.

I gotta say, I'm tired

of just reacting

to these scumbags myself.

It's time to get a little

proactive and get a step

ahead of them for once.

Okay, we regroup in the waiting

room. We are going to plan

our next move.

When this is over, you and I

got something to talk about.

-Talk now.

-Wrong place, wrong time.

But we'll get

to the bottom of it.

"It?"

The tiger.

Doesn't matter. Yes.

Everything is on schedule.

After tonight, we all disappear,

and live the life of the very,

very rich.

Come on, guys,

let's get some rest.

Tonight's going

to be a big night.

So...

two prison breaks,

two small jewellery store

robberies,

six murders,

and one attempted murder.

No, I'm not so sure

they were trying to kill me.

I saw the shadow

before the shot.

What do you mean?

I hung up the call,

and I was talking to Arabela

when I saw the shadow

of the rifle on the ground.

That's why I was able to turn

my head at the last minute.

So they missed?

No, not exactly,

but they waited too long.

I mean, we were stationary.

I was making call after call,

so I feel like the shooter

waited for me to notice,

and then he shot across my head

rather than through it.

That would be

an incredibly delicate shot.

I could make it.

-Are you sure?

-It doesn't matter anyway.

Let's just say

that shot is possible.

This all feels wrong,

doesn't it?

It's like everything

they've done is a...

is a smoke screen.

A misdirection.

Like magicians.

Yeah, just like that.

"Here, look here at this hand"

while the other hand hides

the coin. Think about it.

They wanted the cops

at the scenes, they wanted

the robberies discovered.

Heck, they probably even

wanted us to come.

Everything about these guys

is maximum attention.

They used giant car bombs

to break out of prison.

Certainly crossed

enough borders since.

It's almost as if they were

demanding our involvement

in this.

They wouldn't be the first

to purposely make us

part of their plan.

Yeah, but we're

so well publicized.

It's common knowledge

that strategy has not worked

for those who have employed it.

But why?

What could they possibly gain

from our involvement?

Because when we are looking,

no one else is.

Everywhere we've gone,

the locals backed off.

That's absolutely true, Louis.

We've been granted extraordinary

autonomy here.

So now we're involved,

what do we do about it?

We take a step back.

Re-evaluate what we have

from the standpoint

of everything was done

on purpose.

Everything, deliberate.

Louis, the Marseilles police

took the psychologist

to that villa, right?

Dr. Clarke?

-Yes.

-Good, they'll have her address.

You have something, Hickman,

what is it?

These guys are good...

yet they left all the victims'

cell phones in the building

where she was rescued.

At the time, I thought

they'd made a mistake.

-But assume it was not

a mistake.

-They wanted her found?

-Maybe it's part of it.

-Do you think she knows?

Maybe, maybe not.

I definitely want to talk

to her and find out.

I said to Sebastian

when we were at the prison,

there's something about

that video, the CCTV footage,

it just...

it doesn't sit right and

if I talk to her, maybe I could

figure out what that is.

Local police say they brought

everything from

the latest robbery

into their station. The gang was

nearly caught and left quickly.

Maybe... they made a mistake

and left something this time.

Okay. Carl, go to the villa,

interview the doctor.

Tommy, Arabela,

Sebastian, we will set up

at the local station.

I doubt these wankers

make mistakes.

Bound to make one sometime.

-Who were you calling?

-What's that?

You said you were stationary,

making call after call.

Oh, shite!

Has anyone talked to Eva?

I tried.

She's not answering.

What are you talking about?

She called Tommy from Spain.

She sounded scared,

definitely upset.

-She wanted me to come there.

-Did she say what it was?

-What was wrong?

-No, just that she wanted

me there.

Does anyone know

exactly where she is in Spain?

I know where she was last.

I can track her phone.

Okay. I will go there.

I will find her.

No, Louis, I will go.

Will someone please advise

the helicopter that

I will be there?

When I was finishing her

background check for the ICC,

an Italian jurist of my

acquaintance invited me

to review a file.

When Sergeant Vittoria

spoke to me yesterday,

she said she was

chasing a ghost.

That file was about a ghost.

She is in desperately

dangerous territory.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm good.

You don't have to wait around.

Yeah, I'll call you.

Thanks.

Nice place.

How goes the self treatment,

Doc?

Detective Hickman, welcome.

I can certainly see why you

preferred this to a hospital.

Well, the point was to be

in familiar surroundings,

but the special nature

of this location is a bonus.

Can I offer you a drink?

Uh, something soft would be

great, but, please,

have whatever you'd like.

I usually do.

Good for you.

Major Daniel,

Inspector Cambert

of the National Police.

It is an honour to meet you.

Wow. That's what people say

when you've retired.

Well, no, that's not

what I meant.

Just joking, Cambert.

The honour is mine.

McConnell, Berger, Seeger,

three of my investigators.

Enchanté.

You look much better.

I was in the alley as you were

being taken away.

Well, luckily, they only

shot me in the head.

I am glad you're okay.

Well, um, we have all

the evidence from

the last robbery.

My attempt at a joke.

There is no evidence.

Not a trace.

We even swept the rooftop and

couldn't find a shell casing,

and we know a shot

was fired from there.

How did they get into the store?

Broke through the rear door

into the storage room.

Crudely.

And nothing from the main room

beyond was taken.

Why would jewellery thieves

break into a jewellery store

and not take any jewels?

See? There's something

about the offices

in these jewellery stores.

If they had been

a little stealthy,

we wouldn't even have known

about the crime.

The store has been

closed for days.

Out of business?

No, the owners are in Cannes

for some sort of gathering.

The store will

open again next week.

You didn't by any chance bring

the office computer in, did you?

I remotely accessed it,

but I'd really like to be able

to hard-wire in.

I'll have it brought directly.

Eva, this is Dorn again.

I need you to respond

to my calls.

It's urgent.

If you are going

to meet with whom I fear you

have been chasing,

you must not, under any

circumstances, do that alone,

do you understand?

I'm on my way to you.

Wait for me.

Leon, we need to go faster.

The helicopter is ready,

and I am in a desperate hurry.

Ah, thank you.

Consuelo...

No, no, no. I'll-I'll get it.

Oh, nonsense,

you're my guest.

Am I?

Excuse me?

-Your guest?

-Have I treated you

as though you aren't?

I've just never had

a crime victim call me that.

No?

Now that I think about it,

I've never had one actually glad

to see me, either.

They don't banter,

don't offer me wine.

I almost feel as though

I failed some sort of test.

Not at all.

They just usually want me

to finish as quickly as possible

and get the hell out of there.

Putting my psychiatrist hat on,

that must be emotionally

rather difficult for you.

Actually, it's not difficult

at all, because it's normal.

Well, I guess that says

more about me than you.

Well, from here on,

for your sake,

I will endeavour to be more,

as you call it, "normal."

-Here.

-Thanks, man.

Are you all right?

-Aye, I just hate waiting... Da.

-Let's keep that between us.

Nothing.

Nothing. Look here.

None of this has been accessed.

They didn't even attempt it.

They killed two cops

and shot at Tommy.

They must be after something.

When did the store close

exactly?

Cambert said four days ago.

What is this gathering

they've gone to?

I don't know.

It's strange that the entire

staff would go away like that.

I'll go check.

It has to be the computer.

It has to.

May I ask you

a personal question?

It depends on the question.

How does a prison psychiatrist

afford a villa

in the South of France?

That's funny?

No. It's just that there are

so many more personal questions

you could have asked me.

I said I had access to a villa,

I didn't say I owned one.

Right. Right, you did say that.

This home belongs

to a banker from Paris.

Ah, I see.

I'm quite sure you don't.

He was a patient.

He's happily involved with

a gorgeous, much younger man.

Is that commonplace?

An older man

with a younger lover?

A psychiatrist staying

at patient's home.

No. No, in fact,

it would be fairly unethical,

except it was a year after

I stopped treating him that

we became friends,

and then a year after that

that I came and stayed here

for the first time.

Well, that explains it, then.

There's something really

enjoyable about conversing

with you.

No kidding?

I didn't expect quite so many

questions about me.

What did you

expect questions about?

Lucien, the escapees,

my detention...

Okay. How did you keep them

from raping you?

Wow, we've got straight to it.

You were taken by

two escaped convicts,

two desperate criminals,

for two days?

-Yes.

-Tied up, incapacitated.

-Completely.

-And you weren't assaulted?

I assume you would have

said something if you had been.

Don't get me wrong,

I'm happy that you weren't,

I just find it kind of...

surprising.

It's not surprising at all.

I'm a psychiatrist.

I'm quite adept at

controlling people with words.

Plus, my professional

relationship with Lucien

not only made him completely

uninterested in me in that way,

it made him want to protect me

from the other three.

My question seems

to have offended you.

No. I know you've got

a job to do.

You say that Lucien

was uninterested?

Excuse me.

I'll be right here.

Carl?

I know what was bothering me

about the video.

Have Sebastian show you the

CCTV footage from the prison.

When Lucien leaps from his

chair at the doctor's,

don't look at him, watch her.

I'm pretty sure

she doesn't flinch. At all.

Like she knew

he was going to do it.

I will look.

Yeah. Text me and let me know.

I'm starting to think that

our doctor is no victim at all.

She may be in on

the whole damned thing.

-Would you like some fresh tea?

-I'm good, thank you.

-So we were--

-What's wrong with your hand?

Pardon me?

Why the single glove?

Work injury.

-Severe?

-Fairly.

Recent?

Some time ago.

Why are you so hesitant

to discuss it?

Hesitant?

It's called avoidance.

You're giving me the least

amount of information possible

in response to each question.

Is that what I'm doing?

It wasn't simply an injury.

You were shot in New York

by a child abduction suspect.

What was it you said?

"Google makes us all

seem smarter."

Now, why would you Google me?

An American police detective

in Marseilles,

it's not something one expects.

I was intrigued.

It said the man

that wounded you escaped,

that he's still out there.

That must weigh on you.

I imagine it makes life

quite difficult.

Her phone is still not on.

How long?

Five or six hours,

since she called Tommy.

Well, send me the GPS

coordinates of the last one,

all right?

On the way.

And does anyone know

where she was staying in Spain?

I'll send you

the hotel information, too.

Thank you.

Is he in Spain?

Yeah, well, Eva's phone

hasn't been on for hours.

If anyone can find her,

Dorn can.

Okay, what about this?

Anything?

That's just impossible.

There is no way you can access

a system and not leave any trace

you were there.

Every time you move a mouse,

the computer records it.

It just does.

Deep in the BIOS,

there's a record.

You can no more get that

to stop happening

than you could stop time from--

-Sebastian?

-The jewellery store

wasn't just closed

for any old gathering. Major

auction happening in Cannes.

Some of the world's most

valuable jewellery

will be there.

Sounds like something

for the Radic Group to go after.

-Yes!

-You got in?

Phony son of a bitch.

More like "around."

Like Hickman said. Magic.

You know how a magician

makes something disappear?

By dropping something

in front of it

to make the background

appear to be the foreground.

Did anyone understand

what he just said?

I do. They're changing

what you think you see.

Exactly.

Sebastian. Give me the headline.

I know what they got

from this computer.

So is your hand

completely unusable now?

You treated Lucien Fiori

for two years? Twice a week?

Oh, we're back to that?

My history is not why I am here.

I find your deflection

really interesting.

Deflection, avoidance,

I'm a basket case.

More than 200 sessions.

That's a lot, isn't it?

Sorry, I...

For one doctor

to treat one patient,

that seems like a tremendous

amount of time to be in very

stressful situations,

intense situations.

One could think so.

Doctor, I want you to know that

I don't consider you an enemy,

and I don't consider you bad.

Most people consider

convicts stupid.

If they were smart,

they wouldn't find themselves

in prison in the first place.

But for those of us

that work in the system,

we know that that isn't true.

They may not be educated in the

formal sense, but a good, good,

good many of them

are extremely street smart.

And they can be very adept

at manipulation.

I suppose that could be true.

You don't suppose it,

you've lived it.

Sorry?

200 hours is certainly

enough time for somebody

already disposed

to compassion toward an inmate,

such as his doctor,

to be influenced by him.

To be-- how did you put it?

Controlled by his words.

I really don't know

what you're talking about.

This is the footage taken

from your office right before

the lights went out.

You see how Fiori leaps

from his chair at you?

You didn't even flinch,

did you, Anna?

You knew he was going to do it,

didn't you?

I'm sorry.

Let me help you.

I don't need your help.

Trust me on this, Anna,

you are running out of time.

If you let them hurt more people

now that you're away from them,

now that you're out of

physical danger,

there won't be anything

that I can do for you.

I thought he loved me,

and then he...

he just... dumped me

when he didn't need me anymore.

He just threw me away.

I feel so stupid.

I've ruined everything,

my career, my life.

Not if you help me.

What?

What are they planning?

The real job?

If I did...

If you help me stop them,

I'll do everything I can

to keep this from hurting you.

Can I trust you?

You have to.

Okay, we're there.

The last alarms are disabled.

Ladies and gentlemen,

welcome to the 21st annual

Jewel Auction!

The auction is beginning.

Tommy?

Good to go here, Major.

We are all in position, Cambert.

First up, ladies and gentlemen,

we have this magnificent 100

karat

dolphin diamond necklace.

A magnificent piece,

I'm sure you'll agree.

Let's start the bidding

at 80,000.

Do I have 80,000?

Come on.

Almost there.

Thank you,

ladies and gentlemen!

Please. Please, slow down.

It's only our first

of the evening, you understand.

You're making me dizzy here.

Ready.

Hold a moment.

Security.

-Who is this?

-Security.

What the hell are you doing

answering my wife's phone?

Who is this?

This is the office of--

You tell that slut

not to even bother coming home!

Video feeds are mine.

Who was that?

I don't know.

Some weird guy who wanted

to talk to his wife.

They can only see what

I want them to from now on.

300,000!

300,000! Madam!

300,000, sold,

to the lady

in the white jacket!

Congratulations, Madam.

That's a wonderful start

to the evening.

Now, up next,

ladies and gentlemen...

We're ready.

Remember, from the moment

I disrupt the motion sensors,

you only have 2 minutes

and 59 seconds to get off

the main floor.

At three minutes,

the system will read the failure

of the generator to take over

as a breach. Ready?

Okay. Let's go.

2:59. Go.

-We're at the elevators.

-Okay.

Now.

Elevator one at the top

and shut down. Shaft is yours.

1:20 left.

Okay, we're ready.

Sending the rest

to the basement.

-See you at the bottom.

-Okay.

Gentleman in

the middle table there,

400,000 euro, sold!

Congratulations, sir!

We are in the basement.

20 seconds to spare.

Nicely done.

Main floor motion detector

is back online.

Dusek?

How are you doing?

If the measurements

you gave me are right,

I'm almost there.

And no names over the comms.

Relax, no one even knows

we're here.

Then say your name.

Measurements are dead on,

aren't they?

Yeah. Trash chute open, I think.

It's the trash chute,

believe me.

Okay, we're good.

The rest of the alarms

are all controlled

from inside that safe.

Once the fire alarm goes off,

I'm just an observer.

I'll let you know

the status of the responses,

but apart from that, I...

Shut the hell up, Morand.

No names.

Go.

Always wanted to say this--

Fire in the hole!

-Shit.

-What's that?

Fire in the garbage room.

Be fast but correct, yeah?

No problem.

Fire department

on the way, boys.

You're a genius, man.

Amazing job, Viktor.

Not much time.

Come on.

Party time.

We're in the vault.

We're in.

All the locks are disabled.

Come on, ladies.

Fire's out, boys.

Okay, time to go.

Phew. Must stop smoking, man.

Don't move!

Don't move.

Remember me?

Sorry.

-Step down from the van!

-Hands above your head.

Step down!

-Ghost Zero, huh?

-Who the hell are you?

The guy who's going

to make you so famous

you'll never be able to

access a computer again.

Buenas tardes, Señor.

Sergeant Eva Vittoria.

Si.

She left about 20 minutes ago.

Give me the key?

Yes, sir.

Second floor, sir.

Carl, it's over.

They are all in custody.

I'm on my way to pick you up.

Any news?

They're in custody.

All of them.

They are?

Is that a surprise?

What, you don't believe me?

You think I'm bluffing?

No, I...

I told you

what they were planning.

Yeah, you did

tell me something.

Well, that's-- that's good

that they've been caught.

Is it?

Yeah. Those animals

belong behind bars.

You can stop now.

Excuse me?

The one thing about helping you

is that it was based on you

telling me the truth.

You've just said

that they're in custody.

Yeah, but they weren't

caught at the auction

that you sent us to.

-What?

-You see, our tech figured out

what your hacker was getting

from those jewellery store

computers,

the real location of the jewels.

An auction like that

uses fakes publicly,

but they keep

the real stuff close by.

The real jewels

were in a bank nearby,

the real target of the robbery.

You're the one who took

the shot at me.

I wouldn't have missed.

No.

You shouldn't have missed.

When I get out,

I'm going to come and find you.

If you get out,

you won't have to find me.

I'll be waiting

right outside that prison

with bells on.

Answer my question.

Hey, listen,

I don't understand why I'm here.

I think you do.

No.

So you didn't participate

in the robbery at the bank?

What? What robbery?

I was in the van when

you all rushed in

and dragged me down here.

Are you sure about that?

He said

the security cameras were off.

You are very good at

controlling with your words.

Except you did make

that one little mistake.

I made a mistake?

Yeah, you told me

that you Googled me.

How is that a mistake?

Well, if you'd have done it

between meeting

me and my coming here,

then you'd have known the guy

that shot me is in prison

in The Hague right now.

But since you didn't,

you must have done it

months ago,

and that's a long time

to plan at being manipulated.

You think you're a shit-hot

computer guy, huh?

I caught Ghost Zero.

Though I did think you'd be

a bit more... impressive.

If I were Ghost Zero,

I would certainly

have nothing to fear

from a tool of the State.

If I were Ghost Zero,

someone like you

could never beat me.

The hacking itself,

once I figured out

what you were doing,

is almost... amateurish.

What made you special

was the fact

that you left no trace.

Ah, the impossible act.

Ah, keep smiling.

You know you can never prove

I had anything to do

with that robbery.

I was two blocks away.

Yeah, in a van

from which you attempted

to override every security

and CCTV system in the bank.

Plus, you used your own cell

phone to call the guard inside.

What do you mean, "attempted"?

I took over every system

an hour before you got there,

dropped a veil over them

to make them look untouched.

Guess where I learned that from?

A duplicate of the operating

system made just before

I did anything.

If you looked at it,

you would never know

anyone had been there.

After I finish

documenting this,

I will see that it becomes

standard protocol

for all cyber investigators

to check a scene they believe

has been compromised

to ensure they're looking at

the actual BIOS,

not just a duplicate cover.

Your game,

as they say, is up.

Nothing that you've said

convicts me.

No, my testimony

will convict you.

-Why?

-Why?

Why would you want to put me

away? I haven't hurt anyone.

It was just a lark.

A bit of fun in a boring life.

A lark? Six people have died,

a police officer,

and a friend of mine wounded,

all because what,

'cause you were bored?

None of that was because

I was bored.

Wanting to see

if you could figure

it out was because I was bored.

The NYPD has a nickname

for people like you.

It's called "whackjob."

But like I said, I found it

interesting talking to you.

But all good things

must come to an end.

Oh, so, you wanted me out here?

You won't be testifying

against me, Detective.

You won't be testifying

against anyone.

Anna, stop.

Let's talk about this.

No. Talking to you

has become really boring.

No!

Oh, Louis...

Call an ambulance.

Call an ambulance!

-Carl...

-What? What? I'm here.

Tell...

No, no. You...

You tell her, okay?

I'm not scared.

Good. Don't be scared.

Don't be scared.

Do you...

What?

Do you believe?

What?

Do you believe I will see him?

What?

Do you believe

that I will see tienne?

My little boy?

You... you hang on.

Just hang on.

Do you?

I know it.

I know you're going to see him.

Just hang on, buddy. Just...

Come on, come on, come on.

Shh...