Crossing Lines (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - The Terminator - full transcript

The Lord is my shepherd

therefore can I lack nothing.

He shall feed me in a
green pasture

and lead me forth beside
the waters of comfort.

He shall convert my soul

and bring me forth in
the paths of righteousness.

For His name's sake,
Amen.

[Everyone repeats] Amen.

For as much as it hath pleased
almighty God

in his great mercy

to take unto himself the...



[Priest's voice echoes dreamily]

We therefore commit
her body to the ground,

earth to earth, ashes to ashes,
dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope
of the resurrection...

Madame Pride.

We are sorry for your loss.

Thank you all for coming.

[Tommy]:
She wanted me to tell you

she did good.

Tommy, not now...

No. No, if he has
something to say,

I'd like to hear it.

She was a decorated detective.

In most any family,
she'd be a hero.



But she died

wanting her parents to be told
she did good...

Because in hers,
it wasn't enough.

[Sniffles]

[Louis, clearing throat]:
Tommy was with her at the end.

That must have been

a very difficult message
to deliver.

Thank him for me.

Please excuse me.

Yeah.

[Music pounding]

♪ Ladies and gentlemen
threescore and ten ♪

♪ that's the average lifespan
for women and men ♪

♪ now, you may live to 100
or be dead by 25 ♪

♪ but make sure
you make the most of it ♪

♪ while you're still alive

[♪]

Got him.

♪ Life's for the living
love's for the giving... ♪

We have him.

He's wearing a wedding ring.

He's a widower.

His daughter's
the model in the red.

Aw...

Sweet.

Like a rotten banana.

You're such a cynic.

A realist.

History of violence?

Not that I know of.

Did you check?

Publicly,
he's a pillar of society.

Aye, but behind closed doors,
he might put me in a pit

and send lotion down
in a basket.

You're not the one

who has to be alone
with these creeps.

What can I tell you, Nicole?

There will be risk.

Do we have to do this
every bloody time?

Every bloody time.

Where's the painting?

In the living room.

Any more questions?

Yeah.

When do I get paid?

Contact.

Think she'll get in?

She always does.

Let's go and get ready.

Okay, so now I'm impressed.

[Chuckles] You like?

I love.

Is this her?
Your wife?

A year before she died.

You loved her.

I can hear it in your voice.

I still do.

Aw...

After she died,
I moved into the city.

Put myself back out there,
you know?

There were too many memories
in that house.

I didn't want to become
a sad, mad old man.

[Giggles]

You're not that old.

[Chuckles]

I'll be right back.

Van Gogh.

I can see.

I'm not the only one
around here

with an eye for fine things.

[Clinking glasses]

Nice.

Ladies room?

It's right there.

Music?

Music's nice.

[Light jazz plays]

I like it, the music.

Nice choice.

Thank you.

Oh, I think this one
must be yours.

I know, I thought we'd swap.

Why?

Well, would you want
your daughter

coming up to the flat
of a man she just met,

drinking from a glass
he gave her?

- You put something in my wine.
- What?

- You did.
- Don't be ridiculous.

There is definitely
something in this wine.

It's probably just
the power of suggestion.

I own the winery,
you little bitch!

I know this wine
like the back of my hand.

Now, what have you...

Take a chill pill, granddad.

Jesus...

Old fashioned, I know,
but it burns like hell,

and, believe me, you don't
want to add "blinded"

to your list of worries
right now, okay?

What? Wait...

If I were you,

I'd be more about
calling an ambulance.

Bye.

[Groaning in pain]

[Gasping for air]

[Call rings]

[Starting engine]

[Gasping in pain]

[♪]

[Sirens approach]

[♪]

[♪]

Crossing Lines
The Terminator
Original Air Date June 30, 2013

As you can see the ICC decided
To make this our permanent home,

so if you choose to stay,
our beat will be the entire E.U.

If you accept,

you will all be
officially detailed here

from your home units.

[Tommy]: So, that's it, then?

Stick a few TVs on the wall
and a new desk,

and we just forget about her?

Forget?

Tonight, a woman won't be
butchered in a park

because Sienna stopped it...

Because you all stopped it.

This team, for me,

will be the way
to remember her.

So, are you in or not?

I'm in.

Yeah, all right.

Me too.

Absolutely.

Tommy?

All right, then.

So what about you?

Where's the coffee?

Over there.

That means you're staying?

It means I want
a cup of coffee.

[Pills rattling]

Are those pills working?

Not as fast as the morphine,

or nearly as fun, but...

They're okay.

How are you feeling?

I'm actually hoping
another case

will get my mind off the pain.

Don't push yourself.

There's always another case
right around the corner.

I... enjoyed

learning from you.

I hope I get to do more.

You're an expert
in border offenses?

Human trafficking?

Mostly.

Can we talk about that sometime?

Why?

We could learn from each other.

[Pills rattling in pocket]

Can you see if this man

is in any of your
trafficking databases?

Phillip Genovese.

Just look him up?

Just see
if he's on your radars.

[Chuckles warmly]

I never imagined a policeman

having this many moving boxes.

Most of them are files.

Open cases,

ongoing investigations.

And you are the only
detective in all of Europe.

They're not mine yet,

but they all have
some cross-border implication.

We need to create our own cases

until locals get comfortable
calling us directly.

You haven't asked me
about the Russian.

If you have something
to tell me, you will.

Rebecca?

Well, she spends
most of her day

in Etienne's room.

I cannot bring myself
to go in there.

We barely speak anymore.

Hmm.

Are you all right?

Are you going to be that girl?

"That girl?"

The "I'm going to
mother everybody" girl.

[Clears throat] I just asked.

Well, let's agree

not to ask each other that,

"Are you all right?"

Okay? Ever.

Let's make that deal.

[Quietly] Are you drunk?

I wish.

Tradition in my family.

One shot of whiskey
for the dead.

Cheers, Sienna.

[Drops cup]

Sebastian.

Is your computer up
and running right now?

Always.

There was something
in the local news.

Today's news?

Yeah, today's news.

A month ago,

a millionaire died
of a mysterious virus

in Dusseldorf.

Poison was suspected,

but the post mortem
was inconclusive.

Now, take a look
at the headlines

in the Amsterdam News.

There it is.

Is this the kind of thing

the major is talking about?

Same crime, two countries.

Looks like.

You know that guy died already?

Who?

Yesterday. Van Gogh.

Already?

Yeah, well, usually,
it takes a few days.

Nicole must've really
upped the dose.

The broad's
out of control, man.

Yeah, but she's good.

But this is going to
bring heat.

It won't bring any heat

as long as we keep
changing countries.

Yeah, but it's all over
the news, that's not good.

It doesn't matter.

One more job,
and we're gone.

So, yesterday in Amsterdam,

a real estate developer died
of a mysterious illness.

Doctors think it's a virus,

but the victim's daughter,
a fashion model,

insists there was foul play.

Now, in the boxes
you asked us look at,

I found a case
from last month in Germany,

and same symptoms,
also a rich man,

only, in Germany,

the family found a vial
in the apartment

that looks like
it could hold poison.

The vial was tested,

but the results
were inconclusive.

And there was
a similar case in Venice

five months ago.

I went through
the Italian police reports.

Same symptoms.

How did you get
into Italian police reports?

It wasn't hard to hack
into their computer systems.

Remind me to tell them
to do a cyber security check.

I'd still get in.

How does the German family know

that the vial wasn't something
already there?

He'd had the same cleaning
woman for about 30 years,

and paid her a fortune
so she wouldn't leave.

Have you located her?

That's another odd twist.

She's in the hospital herself.

In Neuss, near Dusseldorf.

Can we at least check it out?

It's definitely
cross-border.

I'll have to clear
it with Dorn.

In the meantime, Sebastian,

I need you to go
to the latest scene,

in Amsterdam.

What do you want me to do?

I need you and Eva in Germany.

Carl,

would you go with Sebastian

and take a look at the scene?

Sure.

Eva?

Yeah.

Do you know where
Anne-Marie is?

Um...

Probably she's in the loo.

I'll go and check it out.

[Gasping]

Hey.

There you are.

Um...

We may have a new case.

Good. Good...

You okay?

I'm fine. Fine.

[Doorbell rings]

Michel...

Let me come in.

Maybe another time.

You cannot close yourself off

from the world.

Don't tell me what I can't do.

Louis does enough of that.

I'll tell him you stopped by.

I didn't come to see him,
and you know it.

I know.

I know, Michel.

But I'm not ready.

- For what?
- For comfort.

Comfort? From me?

Never.

I do not have that ability.

Then what do you want?

I need you to tell me exactly
what happened that night.

I'd just put Etienne to bed.

Louis went out for more wine.

It was a normal night.

It was quiet.

And then...

His room is
just above the garage.

I tried to go in, but...

The room was gone.

And then I saw him.

But not in the room.

He was outside, on the grass.

What have you done?

Is there...

a possibility

that Etienne was the target?

Could they have been

aiming for him?

No.

The bomb was in the car.

Ah.

Why do you ask?

I'm just trying
to get a picture

of the person that I am hunting.

Why?

He's turned this over to you?

No, actually, I insisted

that he let me do it.

Why?
Does that make you angry?

I'm not certain I can feel
anger anymore, Michel.

I'm not certain
I can feel anything.

He knows

if he had taken
his car that night,

Etienne would still be here.

No, he doesn't know that.

He may think that,

but he does not know that.

It's hard
to go through this alone.

For him, too.

He's trying to obliterate
his grief with his work.

It's not his intent
to leave you alone.

I don't mean physically.

I'm used to him being gone.

But he hasn't cried.

Not once.

And crying for two, it's...

lonely.

This way.

His wife died
before he moved in,

and his daughter
is not around much.

She's a model.

So we heard.

When did you discover
that he was sick?

First set of medics
said he was poisoned.

"First set?"

Yeah, they were from
a private company.

[Sebastian]: Did
you report that?

I'm used to rich people
having their own ambulances,

private everything, you know.

When the city guys got here,

the private guys had
already disappeared.

Disappeared?

Yeah. They told me

they were starting the call
for a city crew.

That's why they wanted me

to go back down and wait.

We probably missed them
on our way up.

Is anything missing?

Not that I can see.

Whoa, that's a van Gogh.

What?

Never mind.

Do you know if that lipstick
belonged to his daughter?

No.

He had a lady over that night.

This machine
will give us samples

of all the fingerprints
in the flat,

so we can isolate his
and anyone else's.

[Scanner beeping]

That's odd.

What's wrong?

This doesn't use radio waves,
so it can't be interference.

[Beeping stops]

[Beeping resumes]

Okay, everybody take a big step
away from the glass.

Step back now!

What is it, Sebastian?

There's only one thing
with the energy

to cause this sort of dropout

on the scangen.

Radiation.

[Louis]: - Are you alright?
- For now, yeah.

They took Sebastian's blood
just now,

and now they're taking mine.

You'll find an unusually high
amount of opiates

in my blood.

I have a prescription.

Oh.

We're only checking
for radiation.

Hazmat just identified it

as Polonium 210.

Scientists call it
"the Terminator".

Oh, that's comforting.

And did you ingest

any of it?

I don't think so.

It's harmless if it stays
outside of the body,

but once inside,

it usually takes days

before there's
any signs of illness.

Our Amsterdam victim
died in a day.

Then he got a huge dose.

What are the symptoms?

Multiple organ failure,

lung collapse,
internal bleeding.

It cooks your insides
like a microwave oven.

You have a terrible
bedside manner, you know.

Whatever bedside manner.
I'm not a doctor.

[Monitors beep]

Hi.

I'm Eva Vittoria,
he is Tommy McConnell.

We are from the ICC,

and we believe your suspicions

about your employer
being poisoned

are correct.

[Struggling to speak]

They said I was crazy.

Do you mind if I sit?

[Coughs] Please.

Do you remember

if anyone came
to visit your employer recently?

No.

No one?

Do you know if anything
is missing from the house?

Nothing was moved or changed,

except for that vial.

The vial.

Did you come
into direct contact

with the liquid inside?

Touch it or drink it?

I smelled it.

You smelled it?

Yes.

Up close like this,
so it touches?

Mm-hmm.

Am I going to die?

No, ma'am.

He's like

my first husband.

Good heart,

and a bad liar.

[Sebastian]: Looks like
she's wearing a wig.

She probably is.

But you can't disguise
bone structure like that.

I'll run it.

What's the database?

Facial recognition software,

with access to every
police computer in Europe.

Dorn has the power
to give you access

to every city's files?

No.

I wrote a program...
means we don't have to ask.

[Chuckles]

Here.

Nicole Ryan.
Irish national.

Dancer,
graduated to prostitution.

Been off the radar for a while.

Last Interpol record of her...

She was entering Russia.

[Telephone rings]

Yeah?

Okay.

Radiation levels have dropped.

You've got clearance
to go back into the flat.

[Monitors beeping]

[Gasps her last breath]

[Monitors flatlining]

Got fingerprints everywhere.

Where are the concentrations?

Where you would expect.

Door handles,
light switches, tables.

Sebastian, point that thing
over here toward the painting.

Do you have ultraviolet?

Ultraviolet.

It's a fake.

Probably painted
over another painting

and artificially aged.

They cut the tracker out
and took the original.

"They?"

The first ambulance crew.

The target is Taylor Reed.

Art dealer.

What can you tell me about him?

Well, to begin with,
he isn't a he.

She left her billionaire
husband two years ago

for a younger woman.

But don't worry,
she's single now,

so you can use
your charms on her.

A woman?

Does that bother you?

Women aren't usually
predators like men are.

Said by the coldest-hearted
bitch I've ever met.

Use what you have properly.

Maybe you and the Russian
can finally call it even.

The Russian?

You think I don't know

why you've been
overdosing these guys?

Sir...

We have our authorization.

Have we heard anything
from the field?

No, not yet, but...

Get Carl on the phone.
I need to speak to him.

I'm not your secretary.

Sorry?

Or clerk or assistant.

I'm a detective.

I belong in the field

with the team.

I don't want to risk
you being hurt again.

All due respect, sir,
that's my decision.

I'm here as an equal member,
or I'm going back to my unit.

It's the first case
after Sienna.

Please, don't...
don't make me hide back here.

Okay, then.

We'll go together.

So how is she?

[Louis]: She has a broken rib.

It caused bleeding in her lung.

That's why they didn't want her
to leave the hospital.

She was supposed to
be in the hospital?

Yeah. She checked
herself out

against medical advice.

Christ.

She's going to be all right.

She needs time.

What about you?
The radiation?

Tests are clear.

And we think we know

what's going on
with the polonium.

Yeah.

The Amsterdam victim
had an original van Gogh

stolen by fake paramedics.

They answered his call

after his glass
of wine was drugged.

[Carl]: There was a metal
tracer on the back.

They took it out

and replaced the painting
with a forgery.

We tracked
our main poisoning suspect,

an Irish woman,

to a fashion show and party

where we she met
the Amsterdam victim.

We have no lead
on her whereabouts,

nor the man to her left,

who she spoke to repeatedly.

His face could be one
of the bogus paramedics

who came to the apartment,

but there's no facial
recognition record

of him anywhere.

Meaning no criminal record?

Not that I can find.

But he keeps bad company.

This man...

Is this man...

Marcus Staam, Dutch National.

Foot soldier, career criminal

with links to a Russian
mob figure named Dimitrov.

Dimitrov? Are you sure?

Yeah, the name mean
something to you?

I know who he is.

Well, our best lead so far

comes from our dead German's
computer files.

He had everything in his house

tagged with high-end
ceramic tracers,

even the non-valuables.

Local police checked
the victim's art.

Turns out a Vermeer was stolen

and replaced with a fake.

Since they couldn't
find the tracer,

we tracked the Vermeer
to a warehouse

about 15 Miles
outside of Amsterdam.

The painting spent
five days there

before being transported
to Saudi Arabia.

Local mapping
suggests it's derelict,

but electrical and gas usage
says someone's living there.

Let's go introduce ourselves.

He's got a tech 9,

and he sucks at basketball.

I've got eyes on Staam.

Copy, Sebastian.

Louis.

Tommy.

Inbound car coming your way.

We need to move.

Ready.

Get your hands in the air!

Get 'em up! Get 'em up now!

Hands.

Now.

I don't think so, man.

[Gunshot]

[Shots blasting]

I know what you're thinking,

but you're not going to
run over all three of us.

I don't know the girl.

Okay?

I do a job,

I get paid, I go home.

Suitcases are packed.

You going somewhere tonight?

[Chuckles]

Right now,

you'd better get me
to a hospital,

because if I bleed to death,

you're going to jail.

If you bleed to death,
you're going in the canal.

What kind of cops are you?

Who says we're cops?

[Tommy]: You've less
than an hour left.

[Wincing]

Do I look like James Bond?

Vials full of Polonium...

Are you kidding me?

I'm an art forger.

I'm a thief.

A murdering thief.

There's no blood on my hands.

It's that sick little bitch
who's overdosing those guys.

That's on her head.

Hers and the Russian's.

Tell me about the Russian.

Give me your gun.

Go on, give me your gun,

I'll blow my brains out
right here.

That's the Russian!

You're scared of him?

You want to know
what the Russian's like?

Huh?

These people you say

are being killed by Polonium,

well, he's only having her do it

to see if it works.

Imagine that?

You're damn right
I'm scared of him.

Do you know who sent us?

The Russian.

[Scoffing]

[Slaps him]
You find that funny?

The Russian? Okay.

How do you think
we found this place?

The girl...

who's overdosing them.

[Whispering]
He wants her stopped.

Okay.

Okay, all I know is

that it's an art gallery
in Prague tomorrow night.

That's all I know, I swear!

You'd better not be lying.

[Sebastian]: She'll probably be wearing
a disguise again.

That's why you have that
attached to your ear piece.

It's a geiger counter.

She carries polonium,
she'll be radioactive.

If you get close,

you'll hear a beeping
in your ear piece.

How close?

There's going to be
a lot of people

in a not so big space.

I have the sensitivity
turned down.

You need to be
within a couple of feet.

If I get too close
to that woman,

the hardest thing will be
not ripping her head off

immediately.

Just remember
what she's carrying,

what it can do to someone.

Believe me, I won't forget.

Ready?

She's set.

I'll watch from the roof
across the street.

I'm in.

Want to stop
talking to yourself

and move your ass, princess?

Sorry, madam.

It's going to be
a very long, long night.

[Hum of bustling crowd]

I've been close to
every person in the room.

None of the guests
is radioactive.

Not even a bit of a reading
on the geiger.

If she's here,

she must be carrying
the polonium

in a lead container.

Eva, do any of the guests

seem like
they could be candidates?

Beautiful women who could be
Nicole in disguise?

All of them.

She'll have to get
close to the owner

before the night is over.

Stay on the owner

and see who pays her
too much attention.

There's a long list.

[Carl]: Yeah, but only
one of them wants to kill her.

[Hum of conversation]

Maybe she was
warned that we knew.

If she was, we may
never see her again.

I know.

Eva, get ready to shut it down.

Okay, major.

Sebastian, can you
turn off the wire, please?

I'm sorry?

I have business to attend to.

Personal business?

What did she mean?

I think she needs to
visit the ladies'.

[Quietly] Hey, guys?

We have a suspect.

I'm following her into the loo.

Pull... yourself...
Together.

Are you okay, miss?

Are you all right?

Yes.
[Sniffling]

[Geiger counter
clicking rapidly]

It's over, Nicole.

How do you know my name?

I'm a cop.

Frankie and Marcus
are already in custody.

I'm gonna have to say

I don't know
who you're talking about.

I think you do.

Do you know
what's in this glass?

Polonium.

And no one else
needs to die from it.

Well, then, you'd better
stay the hell back,

or we're both not
going to make it to Sunday.

Put this glass down.

There's a team of officers
out there.

Nice try.

It's true.

A whole team, with guns.
Now, put this glass down.

I think I'll take my chances.

That's far enough, Nicole!

Far enough.

[Sighs]

I don't think so.

I do.

It's their fault, you know.

Every one of them
would be alive today

if they hadn't tried to get
a young girl into bed.

No, you pursued them.

They could have said no.

You're all the same.

Men.

You're animals.

You're going to be okay,
all right?

[Crying] No.

Give me the glass, Nicole.

It's their fault.

Their fault!

Okay, now,
you give him the glass...

[Louis]: - Give me the glass...
- No!

Get back!

All of you!

I'll break it.
I'll kill you all.

You know the polonium
won't hurt anyone

unless it's ingested.

Give it to me.

No, he's right.
He's right.

It has to be ingested.

And I never was one for jail.

Don't!

Help me.

[Nicole sobs]

Some night, huh?

So this Russian...

those guys are pretty
damn scared of him.

There's a lot of scary
bad guys in the E.U.

That's why we need
special cops

to go after them.

I'll see you in the morning.

[Dorn]:
He's a Russian. Dimitrov.

I will make him pay
for what he did to Etienne...

What he did to Etienne...

I'd ask if you're
all right, but...

We're not going to be

those kind of people, right?

I never held someone's hands
while they...

No family?

My parents are both gone...

But I didn't get the chance
to say goodbye.

I saw it on her chart.

Her name was Shirley.

Shirley Doris Potempa.

Cheers, Shirley.

I can't believe you creeps

tried to listen to me

when I went to the bathroom.

What?

Yup.

Well, how did you know
I was with her?

I asked Sebastian
to turn off my wire.

I think it was
the geiger counter.

The geiger counter?

[Laughs]

Shirley was right,
you're a terrible liar.

I'm not lying.

You are...

Ciao.

Good night.

[Door opens]

[Sniffles]

[Weeps]