Crossing Lines (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Pilot: Part 2 - full transcript
Hickman, who is in constant pain owing to his hand injury, blames himself for San's kidnapping. He soon realizes that it's the killer who bought the dead woman the shoes. They identify the dead woman as Sasha Quinn who lived in London and worked as an escort. Investigator Sienna Pride puts her superior interrogation skills to work when questioning a young French police cadet who may have seen the murderer. The information leads them to identify the killer and a police report tells them where he is going. The only question is whether they can stop him before he can kill San. Meanwhile, Louis gets important information from Michel Dorn about the man who killed his son Etienne.
[Screams] Help me!
Four women have been butchered
by the same man
in four different countries.
The authorities in Rome
don't talk to Dublin,
who don't talk to Paris,
who don't talk to London.
We're adjourned.
I chose a team of cops
from all over the Eurozone.
Each has a special skill.
- Like you.
- I'm not a cop anymore.
Then I won't have to
pay you much.
Sienna:
We've got nothing at all
but four faceless,
nameless bodies.
That he went to a lot of trouble
to keep them unidentified.
What's that?
It's a variation on
a virtual autopsy device.
I call it "Scangen,"
The coroner says he might
have wounded her first.
Some arteries were nicked.
Started her bleeding, and
then then let her run.
Son of a bitch hunted her.
She lost a shoe.
"Charles Gallant."
A pair of shoes costs
more than £1,500.
Go ahead in.
I need a minute.
Alone.
No trouble.
Take your time.
Ah!
Anne-Marie!
Anne-Marie!
Patrolman: Diplomatic plates. U.S.
Embassy. Let him through.
[Hickman's thoughts echo]
I never should have done this.
I wasn't ready.
I let her go in by herself.
I left her alone.
I never should have done this.
I never
should have done this...
There she is.
[♪]
Bastardo.
You couldn't have known.
No! I should've known.
And if I were clear-headed,
I would have known!
Carl, I need you.
Why do you need
a guy who lets his partner
walk into an ambush?
What exactly am I...
What am I giving to your team?
So you're running away?
Accepting my limitations
isn't running away.
I'm not risking any more cops
pretending that I can
still do the job again.
You know what?
When this is over,
I don't give a damn what you do,
but I gave you the authority
to be a cop again,
so do it!
After, you can crawl
back to your carnival.
I don't care,
but this is your mess
to clean up!
If we find this girl alive...
I'm out.
You understand?
Fine.
See what he does?
Come here.
[♪]
He pushed the body
way back there,
and then he goes to hide.
So, when Anne-Marie
comes in,
she's drawn towards the body?
[♪]
Eva: Then he grabs
the evidence bag with the shoe
and doesn't even look at it.
Like he already knew
what was in it.
And who was coming.
He did.
He knew that shoe
was out there somewhere.
We found tracks where
he was searching for it.
He was there...
Waiting for us
to find something,
or the scene to open up.
This guy is methodical,
thorough and smart.
Smarter than us.
You speak for yourself.
I am.
We have the customers' database.
It may be helpful.
- Look for male names.
- Male?
He may have seen us
find the shoe...
But how would he have known
that this is the store?
This is the very store!
Did he not show up here first?
He bought them.
Tommy:
Son of a bitch.
My Scangen.
If he was there
the whole time...
I used the lasers at the scene.
Are you saying you might have
a picture of him?
Well, not a picture exactly,
but an image. It's possible.
I need a face.
Well... scanner's
at the crime squad.
That's where we start.
[♪]
[Driver, muffled angst]
No... I tried!
It's too fast!
Do you understand?
No! I tried! I tried.
I did! I did...
I need time to think, okay?
I just need
a little time to th...
[Cell phone rings]
[With forced cheer]
This is Gerald.
Hi, yes, ma'am.
No, no, no, no, no.
Everything's completely
taken care of in Paris.
Yes, you know I never
leave things half-completed.
Of course. Of course.
I always have
my cell phone with me.
Yes, ma'am. I will.
Thank you.
[Inhales sharply
as he beeps the phone off]
[Roars]
Will I have my phone with me?
Don't I always,
you ridiculous bitch?
[Pounding steering wheel]
Have I ever, even once,
not had my phone with me
when you call, over and over?
Yes! I have my phone!
I have my phone!
1x02
Pilot, pt 2
Original Air Date June 23, 2013
- Where do we go?
- Upstairs.
Eva, can you bring
the blue bag?
Anything from the checkpoints?
Nothing so far,
but we'll keep them up
as long as it takes.
Uh, you'll say this was
your operation, right?
[Prisoner bangs cell wall]
Yeah. It was
my responsibility.
You do know the killer
must've gotten past
any checkpoints by now.
This guy can't stop
every route out of Paris.
Yes. I know.
He's keeping them up
to cover himself.
[Cell phone rings]
Excuse me?
Dorn?
I'm in Paris.
I need to speak with you.
No, I can't.
I didn't say it would be
nice to speak with you,
I said I need to.
About?
Your son, Etienne.
Okay.
So the room back there's okay?
To the left.
Can I help you?
Carl, I need to go somewhere.
Meet with a source.
Yeah. Yeah, I got this.
Hickman.
The crime scene photos.
Paris.
London.
Rome. Dublin.
Every scene, every body.
You're Scotland Yard, right?
We call it The Met, but, yeah.
You have access
to their databases?
Yeah.
We know
this guy is mobile, right?
Four bodies,
four different countries.
But what if the women missing
aren't from the country
they were found in?
What if the missing women
are from the previous one?
You mean like
the girl we found in Paris
could be from London?
Yeah.
Maybe your friends at the Yard
could recheck our Paris girl...
With missings
from the U.K.?
Yeah. Yeah, that might work.
[Mutters under his breath]
Hang on, Anne-Marie.
[♪]
[Tire pops and squeals]
[Tires squealing]
Okay. Okay...
Okay, that happened.
I need to think.
This is what happens, Gerald.
This is what happens
without control.
[♪]
[She shrieks]
I thought you'd be awake.
[Cell phone rings]
Padma! Can you hold on a sec?
[Hushed] Hi!
Oh...
That's sweet of you
to remember.
Uh, no, actually,
I'm in Paris on a case.
You know I don't really like
to celebrate anyway.
Thanks, Padma.
I miss you, too.
Cheers.
Thanks for the call.
[Beeps phone off]
Okay, guys, it's ready.
Here goes.
[♪]
Wow.
Sienna: That is
pretty impressive, Sebastian.
In a more
controlled environment,
we could even look for evidence
that was missed.
Right, now what we need is
an image of one wanker.
This guy would've gotten
as close as possible
without attracting attention.
Yeah. Outside the tape, right?
That's a good distance.
Let me widen it out
to the limit of the scan.
[♪]
Okay, am I missing something?
If you are, I am, too.
[♪]
What's that?
[♪]
Oh, that's the entrance
to the crime scene.
Wasn't there a guard there?
Let's have a closer look.
[♪]
Yeah. I remember him.
- Young guy.
- And anyone trying...
to get into the scene
would've had to talk to him.
So this makes
this guard potentially
our first eye-witness.
Anne-Marie knew him.
His name was...
Laffont.
Cadet Antoine Laffont.
All right,
well, I'll go and talk to him.
I'll go with you.
We should stay paired up.
[♪]
Hickman: I'm starting
to think we need to rely on
the worst thing a cop
ever has to...
Luck.
[Sirens approaching]
- Bonsoir, monsieur.
- Bonsoir.
Though I warn you,
that is close to
the limit of my French.
American?
Guilty.
I'm with the diplomatic corps.
This is an embassy vehicle.
I see the plates.
I had a flat I fixed,
and I'm sort of in a hurry.
Where'd the blood come from?
This is so funny.
I was, uh...
I was tightening the bolts,
and my hand slipped,
and I hit myself in the face.
My nose is very sensitive.
It bleeds very easily.
See? [Sniffs demonstrably]
I don't mean to be
disrespectful,
but I really should be
getting back on the road.
[♪]
Merci.
I'll help.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
I... it's...
As I said, it's fixed.
Open the trunk.
No! Um...
I'd rather you put it
in the back seat.
It will tear your leather.
The... the ambassador's suitcases
and personal items
are in that trunk.
I cannot allow them
to be damaged.
I would rather damage
these seats
than the ambassador's
hat boxes.
The rich cow...
She would have me sacked
within the hour.
[♪]
Thank you so much, officer.
That is very kind of you.
Merci. Merci beaucoup.
- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.
He's a Russian.
An ex-colonel of the army.
Went underground
about 20 years ago...
Took an armory
and a cadre of very loyal
officers with him.
Dimitrov.
Alexander Dimitrov.
You're sure?
I have known my source
for a very long time...
And they are sure.
Do you trust them?
Yes.
But more than that, Louis...
I trust fear,
because, if there is anything
in this world
that I know anything about,
it's fear,
and these people
fear that man,
and they want him stopped
almost as much as you do.
"Almost."
I was able to obtain everything
you asked me to get for you,
but I want you
to think about it.
If you let me take
this envelope,
unopened...
I will use its contents
to make him pay
for what he did to Etienne,
for what he did to you
and Rebecca.
I don't understand.
I will find him
and I will bring him to justice
in the courts.
You've killed before,
but you won't kill him?
Well, I've never
murdered anyone.
It's not the same.
So why unopened?
Because it contains everything
you need to know to find him,
and I will not
have you hunting for him
while I am.
I need to think about it.
How is your case going?
We'll get him.
I have no doubt.
Sienna: Laffont gets off shift
in five minutes.
[Sirens approaching]
Hold on.
You know all that bollocks
I said earlier,
about how great
havin' a big family is?
That was bollocks, was it?
My da...
[Scoffs bitterly]
My da actually has
a hit out on me.
[Chuckles dismissively]
A paid-for hit.
[Stops laughing]
You're serious?
10,000 pounds.
I don't even know
where he got 10,000 pounds.
But he put it up
when I joined
the police services.
Now I'm a target
for any Traveller
who might come across me.
Your family wants you dead?
Very.
Why are you telling me this?
Because, if we're to be...
gonna be partnered,
then...
[Takes a breath]
You should know
what you're dealing with.
I guess I'm just saying
that, you know, having
a great, big family's...
[Sighs wearily]
Not always such a good thing.
[Chuckles softly]
[♪]
Here's our guy.
[Opens door]
[♪]
Go ahead.
I need a minute.
No trouble.
Take your time.
[Roars] Anne-Marie!
[Packets crackling]
Thanks.
We'll let you know
as soon as we know more.
- It's not her.
- Thank God.
- The body in the woods...
- It's an overdose.
A known local junkie.
Let's go back to the beginning.
I've been looking at
the crime scenes.
They aren't exact matches,
but look at that.
Isn't everything
just a bit too similar?
You mean staged?
Chasing them
through the woods
is part of his thing, right?
The similarities
could be coincidence.
I'm thinking
that he's recreating something.
We all said that we thought
he was putting on a show.
It's not a show.
It's a ritual.
He doesn't hide the bodies.
So if she's not found soon,
it's a good thing?
She probably survived
the night.
Which means he could
get back on script,
back on ritual.
Which means he will take her
to a capital city.
Great. So, by tonight,
he could be anywhere from, uh...
Oslo to Athens.
All right.
Let me arrange something.
Sienna:
He spoke to a lot of people,
but can't remember any of them.
Hickman: Look at him.
The way his eyes dart
and his eyebrows are raised,
his mouth, the corners
are pulled back.
You see all that?
He's afraid.
You mean
like in "suspect" afraid?
No.
Laveaux bullies
all his officers.
There has to be a way
to get him past that
and remember.
I could try something.
I'm sorry. I've tried.
I can't remember
any specific details.
Sienna: Nobody thinks
you haven't tried.
Nobody thinks
that you haven't told us
everything
that you consciously know.
Please... sit.
You said "consciously"?
Well, sometimes,
attempting to retrieve a memory
is almost impossible,
in the traditional way.
It could be because of trauma,
it could be because of fear,
or it could be
because we're under so much
pressure to get it right,
that we freeze up.
But I've told you everything.
Not everything.
Yes.
You haven't told me
if it was warm.
Excuse me?
Was it warm?
How is it related to...?
Just...
tell me.
[Takes a breath, sighs]
I think it was around 24 or 25.
No, no, no.
Were you warm?
Don't give me the fact,
give me the feeling.
Yes, I was warm.
[Voice drifting]
Most of the day...
It was cooler
when the sun
went behind the clouds.
Good.
Now what do you smell?
Leaves.
Damp leaves.
And they cut the grass
yesterday.
Sienna:
Now, what do you hear?
Antoine?
What do you hear?
It's what I don't hear.
I'm sorry?
There should be children
in a park.
And there's no children?
No.
They can't play
because of the crime scene.
I hear the people complaining.
People want their park back.
And how does that
make you feel?
I wish they could have
their picnics,
and play in the playgrounds
and walk their...
[♪]
What is it?
[♪]
There was a man...
He had a dog.
The dog!
The dog?
The dog that was dead later
in the park.
He killed it!
What do we know about this dog?
There was a dead dog.
We didn't know
that someone killed him.
Louis:
Eva, Sebastian, details.
This man...
Can you describe him?
Only that he was very short.
She's good.
Yeah. You all are.
If Anne-Marie were dead,
she would have
been found by now.
What does it mean for her?
If he has somewhere to go...
To be alone with her...
To have time
to get his ritual back...
Then who and what she is
will mean less and less.
She'll just become
another of his fantasies...
[♪]
Until tonight.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Paris Animal Control collected
the dog corpse.
It had a microchip in it,
registered
to a local animal shelter.
Eva and Sebastian
are headed there now.
Antoine's description's
at all the checkpoints now,
but I don't hold out much hope.
The distinctive part
of the description is his height
and he's gonna be in a car,
sitting down.
The Met came through.
They identified her?
Sienna:
The girl found in Paris
appears to be a missing
from southeast London,
named Sasha Quinn.
Same height, same hair color,
and she was reported
the very night
the Paris body was found.
They're getting DNA information
from her parents,
but they have to be
a bit sensitive,
because, it seems,
she was an escort.
Try the agency.
They keep information
on their clients.
I'm thinking...
Her being an escort
makes the choice of shoe
even more peculiar.
What do you mean?
It's heavy. The heel is short,
it's vintage, unflattering.
Not sexy enough?
No, I wouldn't think so.
[Mutters to self]
If you don't want them sexy...
Are you dressing them
completely?
[Gasps groggily]
Where are we?
In a lovely apartment
the diplomatic corps keeps
for advanced workers.
Diplomatic?
It's very cozy...
It's very private.
Discreet.
[♪]
I'm an officer of
the French National Police.
If you let me go, I...
I will speak to the magistrate
and I will tell him
you were very compassionate.
You know, I'd normally
let you do this yourself,
but this is all very different,
isn't it?
There's still a chance for you!
Completely different.
I don't mean anything untoward,
but...
But it's time.
[Shakily] Time?
Time to change.
Okay. So we have a name
and we may have a picture.
The dog was adopted yesterday by
a man called "John Smith."
It's about as anonymous a name
as you could use...
- But in America.
- Yeah, Britain, too.
Yeah, but they have
CCTV cameras here.
I think I've got him!
Do you have him?
Sending now.
Got you.
Louis: Get that face
to every cop in Europe.
I want it on P.D.A.'s,
cell phones,
any device anyone might have.
I want to know who he is.
[Anne-Marie grunting
and struggling]
I didn't want
to do it this way, but...
No!
There's still a chance... there's
still a chance to do it right!
I really wish
you'd cooperate.
No, no, no, no, no!
[Her cries muffle]
The escort agency says
Sasha's last client was a man
named...
John Smith.
So he's British?
Well, not necessarily.
They also said
that she only handled
international clients.
I just hung up with Interpol.
Tell me you have his name?
And it's been verified
through another agency.
- Which agency?
- The State Department.
His name is Gerald Wilhoit.
He's a traveling
advance secretary
from the U.S. Diplomatic Corps.
That's how
he got around so easily.
Sienna: And why nobody
stopped him at any checkpoints.
He's an American?
With diplomatic immunity.
We have a hit on the photo!
Highway patrol.
A gendarme pulled over
to assist a motorist
with a flat tire
in the middle of the night.
He says he's sure from the photo
it's our guy.
Where?
E50, 25 kilometers
outside Metz,
heading east.
- He's going to Germany?
- He's taken her to Berlin.
_
_
You don't keep one in the pipe?
Had them jam
too much that way.
I'll take my chances with
a piece that's ready to go.
Hmm.
Wouldn't need to,
if you were fast.
_
Do you even have a gun?
Never really needed one.
Brits.
Danke.
GSG9 is gonna meet us
wherever we say.
GSG9?
You say "SWAT."
Tell me about
the parks in Berlin.
There are several large ones.
Remember the scene,
remember the bad guy.
We're looking
for a wooded area.
Busy during the day,
but not at all at night.
Somewhere near
the center of the city.
Tiergarten's
the right kind of park.
But there's also
Volkspark Friedrichshain.
Sebastian, we don't
have time to be wrong.
Which park is it?
Tiergarten or Volkspark?
Which one?
Tiergarten.
All right.
Be cautious with Wilhoit.
He's not only dangerous,
he has diplomatic immunity.
So, if you find him,
make sure Detective Hickman
gets over there,
unless you want him
to have grounds
for beating his arrest.
[♪]
[♪]
Stay in your grid.
Stay in contact.
Be ready on my signal.
All right?
We move out in two minutes.
Do you know how to use this?
I said I never needed one,
not that I didn't know how.
Who's Padma?
[♪]
It's your birthday, right?
She called you
for your birthday?
She's my nanny.
She always calls me
for my birthday.
But your parents haven't.
I've been with you
for the last two days.
No one else called.
Well, they're...
very busy.
They're important people
with important jobs.
Sienna.
We don't make a big deal...
of birthdays
in my family anyway.
Sienna!
All I'm saying is,
it doesn't matter
that they haven't called.
All our families
are messed up.
All I'm trying to say is...
cheers.
Cheers, and...
Happy Birthday.
[♪]
Remember what I said
outside the morgue?
Take deeper breaths?
[Both laughing]
I said,
"We'll finish this... later."
Yes, ma'am, inspector Pride.
We'll finish this later.
[Louis, calls out]
Come on! Let's go!
[Anne-Marie whimpers groggily]
Don't move,
or it'll be too deep.
[Gasps and cries out]
[Anne-Marie sobs]
It's all over, it's done.
What... what's done?
You're dying.
[Sobs] No!
You have one chance.
Run.
[Barks] Run!
[Whimpers]
Son of a bitch hunted her.
Run!
[Steadying her breath]
She was dead the moment
she showed him fear.
[Starts controlling her breath]
No.
What did you say?
I'm not afraid of you.
- [Roars] Run!
- [Louder] No!
[Smack]
Ah!
Run, you bitch!
[Groaning weakly]
[Takes a steadying breath]
No.
I am in charge here!
Who am I supposed to be,
Gerald? Huh?
Who did you think
you were talking to,
when you were alone
in the front seat, Gerald?
Run!
He seems to have some sort
of ritual that plays out...
before the murder.
No! It's all a fantasy...
The park, the...
the hunting!
He didn't just conceal their
identities, he erased them.
You dressed me up! Who am I?
Who am I supposed to be?
- Run!
- No!
- You bitch.
- No!
You do what I say. Yes!
You do it,
and you do it now! Okay? Run!
It's odd, it's actually
a very old style.
Gerald...
Is it your mother?
The older shoes,
the older dress?
I'm not your mother!
I'm a detective
in the French National Police.
You've taken a police officer.
Hickman:
Anne-Marie!
Gerald, they know
who you are.
- Who?
- The police.
Anne-Marie!
You are sick,
and I can help you,
and I can...
[Anne-Marie cries out]
I am not sick!
You filthy bitch!
Hickman: Anne-Marie!
Anne-Marie: Over here!
Anne-Marie!
Are you okay?
- Get her up! Get her up!
- She's bleeding!
- Medic! Medic!
- Over here!
Anne-Marie: I wouldn't run.
I wouldn't show fear.
You did good.
You did really good.
You got her? Hold her!
- Come on, get her.
- Over here.
Give me your gun.
Give me your gun.
- Hickman.
- What?
Do you need this?
No... no!
[♪]
Careful with that little thing.
It might raise
a nasty bruise on me.
It's your gun.
You kind of look cute
with it, though.
[Laughs]
Louis: Tommy, come in.
We have Anne-Marie.
Repeat. We have Anne-Marie.
She's safe.
She's alive!
[Roars] Sienna!
[Shot rings out]
Sorry.
Didn't see him...
I didn't see him...
Officer down! Officer down!
Help me now!
Anne-Marie...
She's fine, she's fine.
She's safe.
She's safe.
[Roaring] Help me!
We did good.
We did good.
Shh, don't talk now.
Just shush. You'll be fine.
[Weakly] Tell them...
I did good?
You did so good.
You did amazing.
No, no, no, no, no!
No. Wait, wait, wait!
Sienna!
Tommy!
He stabbed her!
He came from nowhere.
I couldn't do anything!
Where did he go?
Tommy! Where did he go?
That way!
He went that way!
- Stay here.
- I'm gonna kill him!
Do not leave her alone!
[Tommy sobs]
[♪]
Sienna... Sienna! Sienna?
Anne Wilhoit.
Found 28 years ago
in Central Park.
Someone chased her
and stabbed her
over a hundred times.
You don't know
anything about her.
They could never
prove it was you.
You were the prime suspect,
they just couldn't close it.
Why would I kill my mother?
Why do guys like you
ever kill their mothers?
She belittled you
and made you clean your room,
do your homework.
You're done now.
Don't move your hands.
I'm a member of the United
States Diplomatic Corps.
Put your hands
on top of your head.
I have immunity!
I demand to see...
- the ambassador!
- Put you hands on top of your head!
[Gun misfires, Carl's gasps]
You don't keep one in the pipe?
They jam too much that way.
[Gasping in panic]
[Laughs mockingly]
I saw you in the Paris park!
You're a cripple, aren't you?
Damn!
She liked to be called "Annie,"
not Anne.
I hated that.
What kind of mother
calls herself "Annie"?
It's so inappropriate.
Sometimes,
even killing someone
doesn't shut them up.
You say hello to her
for me, would ya?
[Shot rings out]
[Body thuds]
[♪]
Let me take it.
[Discharges a shot]
I took the shot.
I took the shot.
[♪]
Anne-Marie, we'll
come by the hospital
when we finish here.
Thank you, major.
They're gonna be
there soon ok?
Did you know
he was an American?
Is that why you needed me?
To avoid
the international incident?
Only one person in the world
could've figured it out.
Thank you.
Hickman?
Hickman!
Would you come with me?
Absolutely.
[♪]
[♪]
[♪]
[♪]
[Knock at door]
George said you were back.
Please. Please.
Come in.
Sorry about the mess.
Listen. The man
you asked me about?
Phillip Genovese?
Yeah?
He's back, too.
Did he have any kids with him?
I didn't see any.
Not this time.
Is he staying
in the same trailer?
Always.
Did he do this to you?
Is he the one from New York?
The one you were chasing?
I knew a man
like you doesn't just
show up one day
to clean garbage.
A man like me?
A man of substance.
Cleaning up garbage
is something
I've always been good at.
Garbage like Genovese?
Just like that.
Are you going to
kill him for it?
No. Not for this.
I never thanked you properly
for coming to my defense
the other day.
Not necessary.
[Laughs]
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Story of my life.
[♪]
[♪]
They're not
very subtle, your team.
Pictures, headlines...
Everything, everywhere.
[Wings beating]
An American diplomat
shot and killed by
a former American policeman.
Lucky you had him with you.
Lucky. Yes. Very.
You think of everything,
don't you, Louis?
It's unopened.
I can see that.
You asked me about Rebecca.
She's not good, you know.
[Laughs sadly]
We may never be...
I'm sorry.
Go home, Louis.
Be with her.
Be together.
Four women have been butchered
by the same man
in four different countries.
The authorities in Rome
don't talk to Dublin,
who don't talk to Paris,
who don't talk to London.
We're adjourned.
I chose a team of cops
from all over the Eurozone.
Each has a special skill.
- Like you.
- I'm not a cop anymore.
Then I won't have to
pay you much.
Sienna:
We've got nothing at all
but four faceless,
nameless bodies.
That he went to a lot of trouble
to keep them unidentified.
What's that?
It's a variation on
a virtual autopsy device.
I call it "Scangen,"
The coroner says he might
have wounded her first.
Some arteries were nicked.
Started her bleeding, and
then then let her run.
Son of a bitch hunted her.
She lost a shoe.
"Charles Gallant."
A pair of shoes costs
more than £1,500.
Go ahead in.
I need a minute.
Alone.
No trouble.
Take your time.
Ah!
Anne-Marie!
Anne-Marie!
Patrolman: Diplomatic plates. U.S.
Embassy. Let him through.
[Hickman's thoughts echo]
I never should have done this.
I wasn't ready.
I let her go in by herself.
I left her alone.
I never should have done this.
I never
should have done this...
There she is.
[♪]
Bastardo.
You couldn't have known.
No! I should've known.
And if I were clear-headed,
I would have known!
Carl, I need you.
Why do you need
a guy who lets his partner
walk into an ambush?
What exactly am I...
What am I giving to your team?
So you're running away?
Accepting my limitations
isn't running away.
I'm not risking any more cops
pretending that I can
still do the job again.
You know what?
When this is over,
I don't give a damn what you do,
but I gave you the authority
to be a cop again,
so do it!
After, you can crawl
back to your carnival.
I don't care,
but this is your mess
to clean up!
If we find this girl alive...
I'm out.
You understand?
Fine.
See what he does?
Come here.
[♪]
He pushed the body
way back there,
and then he goes to hide.
So, when Anne-Marie
comes in,
she's drawn towards the body?
[♪]
Eva: Then he grabs
the evidence bag with the shoe
and doesn't even look at it.
Like he already knew
what was in it.
And who was coming.
He did.
He knew that shoe
was out there somewhere.
We found tracks where
he was searching for it.
He was there...
Waiting for us
to find something,
or the scene to open up.
This guy is methodical,
thorough and smart.
Smarter than us.
You speak for yourself.
I am.
We have the customers' database.
It may be helpful.
- Look for male names.
- Male?
He may have seen us
find the shoe...
But how would he have known
that this is the store?
This is the very store!
Did he not show up here first?
He bought them.
Tommy:
Son of a bitch.
My Scangen.
If he was there
the whole time...
I used the lasers at the scene.
Are you saying you might have
a picture of him?
Well, not a picture exactly,
but an image. It's possible.
I need a face.
Well... scanner's
at the crime squad.
That's where we start.
[♪]
[Driver, muffled angst]
No... I tried!
It's too fast!
Do you understand?
No! I tried! I tried.
I did! I did...
I need time to think, okay?
I just need
a little time to th...
[Cell phone rings]
[With forced cheer]
This is Gerald.
Hi, yes, ma'am.
No, no, no, no, no.
Everything's completely
taken care of in Paris.
Yes, you know I never
leave things half-completed.
Of course. Of course.
I always have
my cell phone with me.
Yes, ma'am. I will.
Thank you.
[Inhales sharply
as he beeps the phone off]
[Roars]
Will I have my phone with me?
Don't I always,
you ridiculous bitch?
[Pounding steering wheel]
Have I ever, even once,
not had my phone with me
when you call, over and over?
Yes! I have my phone!
I have my phone!
1x02
Pilot, pt 2
Original Air Date June 23, 2013
- Where do we go?
- Upstairs.
Eva, can you bring
the blue bag?
Anything from the checkpoints?
Nothing so far,
but we'll keep them up
as long as it takes.
Uh, you'll say this was
your operation, right?
[Prisoner bangs cell wall]
Yeah. It was
my responsibility.
You do know the killer
must've gotten past
any checkpoints by now.
This guy can't stop
every route out of Paris.
Yes. I know.
He's keeping them up
to cover himself.
[Cell phone rings]
Excuse me?
Dorn?
I'm in Paris.
I need to speak with you.
No, I can't.
I didn't say it would be
nice to speak with you,
I said I need to.
About?
Your son, Etienne.
Okay.
So the room back there's okay?
To the left.
Can I help you?
Carl, I need to go somewhere.
Meet with a source.
Yeah. Yeah, I got this.
Hickman.
The crime scene photos.
Paris.
London.
Rome. Dublin.
Every scene, every body.
You're Scotland Yard, right?
We call it The Met, but, yeah.
You have access
to their databases?
Yeah.
We know
this guy is mobile, right?
Four bodies,
four different countries.
But what if the women missing
aren't from the country
they were found in?
What if the missing women
are from the previous one?
You mean like
the girl we found in Paris
could be from London?
Yeah.
Maybe your friends at the Yard
could recheck our Paris girl...
With missings
from the U.K.?
Yeah. Yeah, that might work.
[Mutters under his breath]
Hang on, Anne-Marie.
[♪]
[Tire pops and squeals]
[Tires squealing]
Okay. Okay...
Okay, that happened.
I need to think.
This is what happens, Gerald.
This is what happens
without control.
[♪]
[She shrieks]
I thought you'd be awake.
[Cell phone rings]
Padma! Can you hold on a sec?
[Hushed] Hi!
Oh...
That's sweet of you
to remember.
Uh, no, actually,
I'm in Paris on a case.
You know I don't really like
to celebrate anyway.
Thanks, Padma.
I miss you, too.
Cheers.
Thanks for the call.
[Beeps phone off]
Okay, guys, it's ready.
Here goes.
[♪]
Wow.
Sienna: That is
pretty impressive, Sebastian.
In a more
controlled environment,
we could even look for evidence
that was missed.
Right, now what we need is
an image of one wanker.
This guy would've gotten
as close as possible
without attracting attention.
Yeah. Outside the tape, right?
That's a good distance.
Let me widen it out
to the limit of the scan.
[♪]
Okay, am I missing something?
If you are, I am, too.
[♪]
What's that?
[♪]
Oh, that's the entrance
to the crime scene.
Wasn't there a guard there?
Let's have a closer look.
[♪]
Yeah. I remember him.
- Young guy.
- And anyone trying...
to get into the scene
would've had to talk to him.
So this makes
this guard potentially
our first eye-witness.
Anne-Marie knew him.
His name was...
Laffont.
Cadet Antoine Laffont.
All right,
well, I'll go and talk to him.
I'll go with you.
We should stay paired up.
[♪]
Hickman: I'm starting
to think we need to rely on
the worst thing a cop
ever has to...
Luck.
[Sirens approaching]
- Bonsoir, monsieur.
- Bonsoir.
Though I warn you,
that is close to
the limit of my French.
American?
Guilty.
I'm with the diplomatic corps.
This is an embassy vehicle.
I see the plates.
I had a flat I fixed,
and I'm sort of in a hurry.
Where'd the blood come from?
This is so funny.
I was, uh...
I was tightening the bolts,
and my hand slipped,
and I hit myself in the face.
My nose is very sensitive.
It bleeds very easily.
See? [Sniffs demonstrably]
I don't mean to be
disrespectful,
but I really should be
getting back on the road.
[♪]
Merci.
I'll help.
No, no, no, no, no, no!
I... it's...
As I said, it's fixed.
Open the trunk.
No! Um...
I'd rather you put it
in the back seat.
It will tear your leather.
The... the ambassador's suitcases
and personal items
are in that trunk.
I cannot allow them
to be damaged.
I would rather damage
these seats
than the ambassador's
hat boxes.
The rich cow...
She would have me sacked
within the hour.
[♪]
Thank you so much, officer.
That is very kind of you.
Merci. Merci beaucoup.
- Bonsoir.
- Bonsoir.
He's a Russian.
An ex-colonel of the army.
Went underground
about 20 years ago...
Took an armory
and a cadre of very loyal
officers with him.
Dimitrov.
Alexander Dimitrov.
You're sure?
I have known my source
for a very long time...
And they are sure.
Do you trust them?
Yes.
But more than that, Louis...
I trust fear,
because, if there is anything
in this world
that I know anything about,
it's fear,
and these people
fear that man,
and they want him stopped
almost as much as you do.
"Almost."
I was able to obtain everything
you asked me to get for you,
but I want you
to think about it.
If you let me take
this envelope,
unopened...
I will use its contents
to make him pay
for what he did to Etienne,
for what he did to you
and Rebecca.
I don't understand.
I will find him
and I will bring him to justice
in the courts.
You've killed before,
but you won't kill him?
Well, I've never
murdered anyone.
It's not the same.
So why unopened?
Because it contains everything
you need to know to find him,
and I will not
have you hunting for him
while I am.
I need to think about it.
How is your case going?
We'll get him.
I have no doubt.
Sienna: Laffont gets off shift
in five minutes.
[Sirens approaching]
Hold on.
You know all that bollocks
I said earlier,
about how great
havin' a big family is?
That was bollocks, was it?
My da...
[Scoffs bitterly]
My da actually has
a hit out on me.
[Chuckles dismissively]
A paid-for hit.
[Stops laughing]
You're serious?
10,000 pounds.
I don't even know
where he got 10,000 pounds.
But he put it up
when I joined
the police services.
Now I'm a target
for any Traveller
who might come across me.
Your family wants you dead?
Very.
Why are you telling me this?
Because, if we're to be...
gonna be partnered,
then...
[Takes a breath]
You should know
what you're dealing with.
I guess I'm just saying
that, you know, having
a great, big family's...
[Sighs wearily]
Not always such a good thing.
[Chuckles softly]
[♪]
Here's our guy.
[Opens door]
[♪]
Go ahead.
I need a minute.
No trouble.
Take your time.
[Roars] Anne-Marie!
[Packets crackling]
Thanks.
We'll let you know
as soon as we know more.
- It's not her.
- Thank God.
- The body in the woods...
- It's an overdose.
A known local junkie.
Let's go back to the beginning.
I've been looking at
the crime scenes.
They aren't exact matches,
but look at that.
Isn't everything
just a bit too similar?
You mean staged?
Chasing them
through the woods
is part of his thing, right?
The similarities
could be coincidence.
I'm thinking
that he's recreating something.
We all said that we thought
he was putting on a show.
It's not a show.
It's a ritual.
He doesn't hide the bodies.
So if she's not found soon,
it's a good thing?
She probably survived
the night.
Which means he could
get back on script,
back on ritual.
Which means he will take her
to a capital city.
Great. So, by tonight,
he could be anywhere from, uh...
Oslo to Athens.
All right.
Let me arrange something.
Sienna:
He spoke to a lot of people,
but can't remember any of them.
Hickman: Look at him.
The way his eyes dart
and his eyebrows are raised,
his mouth, the corners
are pulled back.
You see all that?
He's afraid.
You mean
like in "suspect" afraid?
No.
Laveaux bullies
all his officers.
There has to be a way
to get him past that
and remember.
I could try something.
I'm sorry. I've tried.
I can't remember
any specific details.
Sienna: Nobody thinks
you haven't tried.
Nobody thinks
that you haven't told us
everything
that you consciously know.
Please... sit.
You said "consciously"?
Well, sometimes,
attempting to retrieve a memory
is almost impossible,
in the traditional way.
It could be because of trauma,
it could be because of fear,
or it could be
because we're under so much
pressure to get it right,
that we freeze up.
But I've told you everything.
Not everything.
Yes.
You haven't told me
if it was warm.
Excuse me?
Was it warm?
How is it related to...?
Just...
tell me.
[Takes a breath, sighs]
I think it was around 24 or 25.
No, no, no.
Were you warm?
Don't give me the fact,
give me the feeling.
Yes, I was warm.
[Voice drifting]
Most of the day...
It was cooler
when the sun
went behind the clouds.
Good.
Now what do you smell?
Leaves.
Damp leaves.
And they cut the grass
yesterday.
Sienna:
Now, what do you hear?
Antoine?
What do you hear?
It's what I don't hear.
I'm sorry?
There should be children
in a park.
And there's no children?
No.
They can't play
because of the crime scene.
I hear the people complaining.
People want their park back.
And how does that
make you feel?
I wish they could have
their picnics,
and play in the playgrounds
and walk their...
[♪]
What is it?
[♪]
There was a man...
He had a dog.
The dog!
The dog?
The dog that was dead later
in the park.
He killed it!
What do we know about this dog?
There was a dead dog.
We didn't know
that someone killed him.
Louis:
Eva, Sebastian, details.
This man...
Can you describe him?
Only that he was very short.
She's good.
Yeah. You all are.
If Anne-Marie were dead,
she would have
been found by now.
What does it mean for her?
If he has somewhere to go...
To be alone with her...
To have time
to get his ritual back...
Then who and what she is
will mean less and less.
She'll just become
another of his fantasies...
[♪]
Until tonight.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Paris Animal Control collected
the dog corpse.
It had a microchip in it,
registered
to a local animal shelter.
Eva and Sebastian
are headed there now.
Antoine's description's
at all the checkpoints now,
but I don't hold out much hope.
The distinctive part
of the description is his height
and he's gonna be in a car,
sitting down.
The Met came through.
They identified her?
Sienna:
The girl found in Paris
appears to be a missing
from southeast London,
named Sasha Quinn.
Same height, same hair color,
and she was reported
the very night
the Paris body was found.
They're getting DNA information
from her parents,
but they have to be
a bit sensitive,
because, it seems,
she was an escort.
Try the agency.
They keep information
on their clients.
I'm thinking...
Her being an escort
makes the choice of shoe
even more peculiar.
What do you mean?
It's heavy. The heel is short,
it's vintage, unflattering.
Not sexy enough?
No, I wouldn't think so.
[Mutters to self]
If you don't want them sexy...
Are you dressing them
completely?
[Gasps groggily]
Where are we?
In a lovely apartment
the diplomatic corps keeps
for advanced workers.
Diplomatic?
It's very cozy...
It's very private.
Discreet.
[♪]
I'm an officer of
the French National Police.
If you let me go, I...
I will speak to the magistrate
and I will tell him
you were very compassionate.
You know, I'd normally
let you do this yourself,
but this is all very different,
isn't it?
There's still a chance for you!
Completely different.
I don't mean anything untoward,
but...
But it's time.
[Shakily] Time?
Time to change.
Okay. So we have a name
and we may have a picture.
The dog was adopted yesterday by
a man called "John Smith."
It's about as anonymous a name
as you could use...
- But in America.
- Yeah, Britain, too.
Yeah, but they have
CCTV cameras here.
I think I've got him!
Do you have him?
Sending now.
Got you.
Louis: Get that face
to every cop in Europe.
I want it on P.D.A.'s,
cell phones,
any device anyone might have.
I want to know who he is.
[Anne-Marie grunting
and struggling]
I didn't want
to do it this way, but...
No!
There's still a chance... there's
still a chance to do it right!
I really wish
you'd cooperate.
No, no, no, no, no!
[Her cries muffle]
The escort agency says
Sasha's last client was a man
named...
John Smith.
So he's British?
Well, not necessarily.
They also said
that she only handled
international clients.
I just hung up with Interpol.
Tell me you have his name?
And it's been verified
through another agency.
- Which agency?
- The State Department.
His name is Gerald Wilhoit.
He's a traveling
advance secretary
from the U.S. Diplomatic Corps.
That's how
he got around so easily.
Sienna: And why nobody
stopped him at any checkpoints.
He's an American?
With diplomatic immunity.
We have a hit on the photo!
Highway patrol.
A gendarme pulled over
to assist a motorist
with a flat tire
in the middle of the night.
He says he's sure from the photo
it's our guy.
Where?
E50, 25 kilometers
outside Metz,
heading east.
- He's going to Germany?
- He's taken her to Berlin.
_
_
You don't keep one in the pipe?
Had them jam
too much that way.
I'll take my chances with
a piece that's ready to go.
Hmm.
Wouldn't need to,
if you were fast.
_
Do you even have a gun?
Never really needed one.
Brits.
Danke.
GSG9 is gonna meet us
wherever we say.
GSG9?
You say "SWAT."
Tell me about
the parks in Berlin.
There are several large ones.
Remember the scene,
remember the bad guy.
We're looking
for a wooded area.
Busy during the day,
but not at all at night.
Somewhere near
the center of the city.
Tiergarten's
the right kind of park.
But there's also
Volkspark Friedrichshain.
Sebastian, we don't
have time to be wrong.
Which park is it?
Tiergarten or Volkspark?
Which one?
Tiergarten.
All right.
Be cautious with Wilhoit.
He's not only dangerous,
he has diplomatic immunity.
So, if you find him,
make sure Detective Hickman
gets over there,
unless you want him
to have grounds
for beating his arrest.
[♪]
[♪]
Stay in your grid.
Stay in contact.
Be ready on my signal.
All right?
We move out in two minutes.
Do you know how to use this?
I said I never needed one,
not that I didn't know how.
Who's Padma?
[♪]
It's your birthday, right?
She called you
for your birthday?
She's my nanny.
She always calls me
for my birthday.
But your parents haven't.
I've been with you
for the last two days.
No one else called.
Well, they're...
very busy.
They're important people
with important jobs.
Sienna.
We don't make a big deal...
of birthdays
in my family anyway.
Sienna!
All I'm saying is,
it doesn't matter
that they haven't called.
All our families
are messed up.
All I'm trying to say is...
cheers.
Cheers, and...
Happy Birthday.
[♪]
Remember what I said
outside the morgue?
Take deeper breaths?
[Both laughing]
I said,
"We'll finish this... later."
Yes, ma'am, inspector Pride.
We'll finish this later.
[Louis, calls out]
Come on! Let's go!
[Anne-Marie whimpers groggily]
Don't move,
or it'll be too deep.
[Gasps and cries out]
[Anne-Marie sobs]
It's all over, it's done.
What... what's done?
You're dying.
[Sobs] No!
You have one chance.
Run.
[Barks] Run!
[Whimpers]
Son of a bitch hunted her.
Run!
[Steadying her breath]
She was dead the moment
she showed him fear.
[Starts controlling her breath]
No.
What did you say?
I'm not afraid of you.
- [Roars] Run!
- [Louder] No!
[Smack]
Ah!
Run, you bitch!
[Groaning weakly]
[Takes a steadying breath]
No.
I am in charge here!
Who am I supposed to be,
Gerald? Huh?
Who did you think
you were talking to,
when you were alone
in the front seat, Gerald?
Run!
He seems to have some sort
of ritual that plays out...
before the murder.
No! It's all a fantasy...
The park, the...
the hunting!
He didn't just conceal their
identities, he erased them.
You dressed me up! Who am I?
Who am I supposed to be?
- Run!
- No!
- You bitch.
- No!
You do what I say. Yes!
You do it,
and you do it now! Okay? Run!
It's odd, it's actually
a very old style.
Gerald...
Is it your mother?
The older shoes,
the older dress?
I'm not your mother!
I'm a detective
in the French National Police.
You've taken a police officer.
Hickman:
Anne-Marie!
Gerald, they know
who you are.
- Who?
- The police.
Anne-Marie!
You are sick,
and I can help you,
and I can...
[Anne-Marie cries out]
I am not sick!
You filthy bitch!
Hickman: Anne-Marie!
Anne-Marie: Over here!
Anne-Marie!
Are you okay?
- Get her up! Get her up!
- She's bleeding!
- Medic! Medic!
- Over here!
Anne-Marie: I wouldn't run.
I wouldn't show fear.
You did good.
You did really good.
You got her? Hold her!
- Come on, get her.
- Over here.
Give me your gun.
Give me your gun.
- Hickman.
- What?
Do you need this?
No... no!
[♪]
Careful with that little thing.
It might raise
a nasty bruise on me.
It's your gun.
You kind of look cute
with it, though.
[Laughs]
Louis: Tommy, come in.
We have Anne-Marie.
Repeat. We have Anne-Marie.
She's safe.
She's alive!
[Roars] Sienna!
[Shot rings out]
Sorry.
Didn't see him...
I didn't see him...
Officer down! Officer down!
Help me now!
Anne-Marie...
She's fine, she's fine.
She's safe.
She's safe.
[Roaring] Help me!
We did good.
We did good.
Shh, don't talk now.
Just shush. You'll be fine.
[Weakly] Tell them...
I did good?
You did so good.
You did amazing.
No, no, no, no, no!
No. Wait, wait, wait!
Sienna!
Tommy!
He stabbed her!
He came from nowhere.
I couldn't do anything!
Where did he go?
Tommy! Where did he go?
That way!
He went that way!
- Stay here.
- I'm gonna kill him!
Do not leave her alone!
[Tommy sobs]
[♪]
Sienna... Sienna! Sienna?
Anne Wilhoit.
Found 28 years ago
in Central Park.
Someone chased her
and stabbed her
over a hundred times.
You don't know
anything about her.
They could never
prove it was you.
You were the prime suspect,
they just couldn't close it.
Why would I kill my mother?
Why do guys like you
ever kill their mothers?
She belittled you
and made you clean your room,
do your homework.
You're done now.
Don't move your hands.
I'm a member of the United
States Diplomatic Corps.
Put your hands
on top of your head.
I have immunity!
I demand to see...
- the ambassador!
- Put you hands on top of your head!
[Gun misfires, Carl's gasps]
You don't keep one in the pipe?
They jam too much that way.
[Gasping in panic]
[Laughs mockingly]
I saw you in the Paris park!
You're a cripple, aren't you?
Damn!
She liked to be called "Annie,"
not Anne.
I hated that.
What kind of mother
calls herself "Annie"?
It's so inappropriate.
Sometimes,
even killing someone
doesn't shut them up.
You say hello to her
for me, would ya?
[Shot rings out]
[Body thuds]
[♪]
Let me take it.
[Discharges a shot]
I took the shot.
I took the shot.
[♪]
Anne-Marie, we'll
come by the hospital
when we finish here.
Thank you, major.
They're gonna be
there soon ok?
Did you know
he was an American?
Is that why you needed me?
To avoid
the international incident?
Only one person in the world
could've figured it out.
Thank you.
Hickman?
Hickman!
Would you come with me?
Absolutely.
[♪]
[♪]
[♪]
[♪]
[Knock at door]
George said you were back.
Please. Please.
Come in.
Sorry about the mess.
Listen. The man
you asked me about?
Phillip Genovese?
Yeah?
He's back, too.
Did he have any kids with him?
I didn't see any.
Not this time.
Is he staying
in the same trailer?
Always.
Did he do this to you?
Is he the one from New York?
The one you were chasing?
I knew a man
like you doesn't just
show up one day
to clean garbage.
A man like me?
A man of substance.
Cleaning up garbage
is something
I've always been good at.
Garbage like Genovese?
Just like that.
Are you going to
kill him for it?
No. Not for this.
I never thanked you properly
for coming to my defense
the other day.
Not necessary.
[Laughs]
Are you sure?
I'm sure.
Story of my life.
[♪]
[♪]
They're not
very subtle, your team.
Pictures, headlines...
Everything, everywhere.
[Wings beating]
An American diplomat
shot and killed by
a former American policeman.
Lucky you had him with you.
Lucky. Yes. Very.
You think of everything,
don't you, Louis?
It's unopened.
I can see that.
You asked me about Rebecca.
She's not good, you know.
[Laughs sadly]
We may never be...
I'm sorry.
Go home, Louis.
Be with her.
Be together.