Crossing Lines (2013–…): Season 1, Episode 9 - New Scars, Old Wounds: Part 1 - full transcript

Hey!

I'm sorry I'm late.

Do you want a coffee?

No. I need to get moving
as quickly as possible.

What do you need them to think?

That there is no pressure
on Dimitrov at all.

Will they believe that?

No.

Never.

But they will believe

that I am looking for him



in the wrong place.

Is he still in Moscow?

No, he's about
190 kilometers south, near Tula.

Where do you want him
to think you are?

He has a rather
large presence in Poland,

so it's logical
for me to be there,

and I have numerous
contacts in Warsaw

who will help sell the ruse.

Would you actually go there?

Yes, of course,

and then I will go underground,

but anyone who is watching me
would believe I am still there.

So, I will say we spoke,

that you are going to Warsaw



and to follow...

Yeah, but be careful.

Small talk.

Just a couple having breakfast.

Talk about the...

Michel, we know how
to talk to each other.

Of course.

But you must explain

that you are moving
to the Amsterdam apartment,

that you are leaving
the French flat empty.

How will we know if it works?

It will.

What if it doesn't?

It will.

Shari isn't there.

She never came home.

Do you have
any idea where she went?

Said she was going by you.

Well, if... if you see her,

would you tell her
that I came by?

Sure.

Hey. Hi.

What did you do?

Excuse me?

A number of my files
were raided last night.

Your files?

My computer files!

I was hacked.

They went through everything.

My new device plans,
my scangen files,

my personal files, everything.

Why are you mad at me?

Because I traced them, Eva.

The attack came from Italy...

From the Italian police.

Hey, garbage guy!

Hey!

Anybody in there?

Yeah.

Are you the garbage guy?
You the cleaner?

When the carnival's open.
Sometimes.

Oh, well, that's nice,

because, uh, some bad stuff
happened last night.

What bad stuff?

Someone knocked over
the porta-johns.

All of 'em!

It's a big mess.

I mean, there's two types
of people in this world,

right?

Those that knock
the porta-johns over,

and those that gotta
pick this crap up.

Guess which type you are.

Yeah, I'll get it,

I'll get it.

Are you American?

What?

Are you deaf?

What I said was

"Are you American?"

You sound American to me.

Yeah, I'm from all over.
I'm a mutt.

Okay, mutt. All right.

Start cleaning this crap up!

Stinky poo-poo! Everywhere!

I can smell it from here!

- Yeah?
- Who is this?

Who is this?

Inspector Seeger.

Whom am I speaking to, please?

Did you say "Inspector"?

Yes, sir.

What do you do?

What do I do?
I work for the ICC.

The criminal court?

And, uh, can I
look that up somewhere?

Excuse me?

Verify it.

Well, you can look at
the name plate on my desk.

What time?

What department
do you work for?

North Holland.
The Netherlands.

Yeah, well, how about this,
Inspector North Holland?

How about you tell me
why the hell you're calling me?

Oh.

Of course.

Rude of me.

Because I'm standing over
a dead woman in an alley

and yours is the last number
she dialed on her cell phone.

Crossing Lines 01x09
New Scars, Old Wounds, Part 1
Originally Aired August 18, 2013

Anne-Marie!

Anne-Marie,
answer your bloody phone!

McConnell.

Oui, bonjour.
Vous parlez Francais?

Only enough to order
over-priced wine.

Excusez-moi?

No Francais.

Okay, I'm looking for
Detective Sergeant San?

Anne-Marie? She's not here.
What do you need?

I have been expecting a report

from the arrests she made
the other night.

And you're a cop?

Yes, from her old unit in Lyon.

Listen, we have
two men in holding

we must release soon
without reports.

I'm sure she'll be in any time.

What's your name?

Tell her it's Pare...

Francois Pare from Lyon.

She has the number.
It's her old desk.

All right, mate. Cheers.

See here?

This is the I.P. address

of the computer
that hacked mine.

It's based in Rome.

How close can you trace it?

How close?

Yeah. Can you locate
the actual computer?

Why?

So I know who it was

before I call
and scream at someone.

So you're saying you have
no idea who did this?

Yeah, I'm saying
that I have no idea.

Because remember, you said

you were going to
tell them about me?

I also remember
that I told you, Sebastian,

that I was joking, remember?

I don't know
how close I can get

to the specific computer.

Every time I try,

I get kicked
out of their system.

It's like it's just waiting
for me to retaliate.

So how can that be?

Somehow, they have
all of my information,

and are set up specifically
to track my usage.

They can shadow me almost
anywhere on the web.

I'll handle it.

They have
personal information, Eva.

Very personal.

Yeah.

I got it.
I said I'll handle it.

Berger.

Sebastian, I need
your help with something.

Good morning.

Good morning. Breakfast?

Just a cup of tea.

Did you sleep well?

I'm sorry?

Did you sleep well?

Yes. I slept fine.

I did not.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

Do you know why?

No.

It's because
I saw Dorn yesterday.

Did you?

Yeah.

He found Dimitrov.
He's going to Poland.

Poland?

Outside Warsaw.

That's where he believes
he can catch him.

That's great news.

I know.

When will he be going?

Today.

Good.

This is almost over, Rebecca.

It's almost over.

Yes...

Wow, that sounds hot.

Everything sounds hot to you.

I don't mean like that.

I mean, it sounds like
you're pissed off.

Well, I am pissed off

because nobody at my old office

ever answers the phone.

What is it

with everyone and
their old offices today?

What do you mean?

One of Anne-Marie's mates
from Lyon called earlier

about some arrest report
she never did.

That doesn't sound
like Anne-Marie.

I know.

Have you talked to her at all?

She wasn't here yesterday,

and I haven't seen her today.

No. Maybe Hickman knows
where she is.

They spend a lot
of time together.

Where is he?

Sebastian went
to meet him somewhere,

with the scangen.

A crime scene?

I guess so.

How come no one ever
tells me anything?

All I know for sure

is that there's a dead woman.

And if it's who I think it is,

it's not going to be
from natural causes.

Who do you think it is?

Someone I know...

intimately.

Oh, sorry.

But how do you...

Whether it is her, or it isn't,

I asked you to come here

because I want to help these
folks have every advantage

in figuring out who did this.

Sure.

I can't imagine
the North Holland P.D.

Has a whole heck of
a lot of resources.

Do you have any idea

who might have
wanted to hurt her?

Not yet.

You've got everything you need?

Yeah.

Are you sure you want to come
back with me to Amsterdam?

I'm sure.

I'm bored of waiting around
here for you to come home.

Let's go, then.

Are you Hickman?

Inspector Seeger?

Arabela, please.

Arabela,

this is Sebastian Berger.

Nice to meet you.

I work with Sebastian
at the ICC.

Sebastian brought along

some very special
investigative equipment.

It might be helpful.

Helpful?

Evidence identification
and collection.

We don't need any help.

Well, you never know, right?

Wrong.

This way, please.

Do you know this woman?

Oh, my God.

She's not...

It's not who I thought
it was going to be.

But you do know her?

She's pretty disfigured,
but yeah.

Yes or no?

Yes. Her name is Anika.

She's a bank manager
in Amsterdam.

Do you recognize her?

I doubt her mother
would recognize her.

I hope she doesn't have to.

It's the bank manager.

From the robbery.

The one that outed you
as a cop?

- Yeah.
- Really?

I would have never...
are you sure?

Yeah, it's her.

It's Anika.

Why would she call you?

That's the same thing
I was going to ask.

A 10-second call

was the last thing on her cell.

A 10-second call to you.

Give us a minute.

I'm sorry, was that a question?

Is it true?

You already know it is.

If you're going to try
to catch someone in a lie,

ask the question
before you give them the answer.

Okay...

What did she want?

10 seconds
doesn't mean we talked,

only that she dialed my phone.

You're saying
the call didn't connect?

I'm saying you have
no evidence that it did.

"This is Hickman.
I'll call you back."

Come again?

Your no-frills
outgoing message

takes less than two seconds.

That leaves
an eight-second window.

A hang-up would have resulted
in a three-second call.

That's not evidence.

True.

But her cellular provider
already verified

the call went through.

There you go.

I had a feeling you had more.

A connection was made.

It's still not proof
that we talked.

Are you saying you didn't?

That's private.

I'm sorry?

What we talked about

has to do with
an ongoing investigation.

Into what?

Sorry.

That's unfortunate.

No, what's unfortunate is

that you think I had something
to do with this murder.

I don't believe
I ever said that.

You know what,
I just got tired of your game.

I'm not finished.

I only came here

because I thought your victim
was someone that I'm close to.

That does not describe
me and Anika.

I have nothing else for you.

How long has the other woman
been missing?

I didn't say she was missing.

No, but I told you I was
standing over a dead woman.

If you thought it was
the person you're close to,

she must be missing.

Two missing women,
with you in common.

That's unfortunate.

If you're going to arrest me,
then why don't you do that?

Otherwise, I'm going to back
my office at The Hague.

Okay.

Okay?

Carl Hickman,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Anika Hauten.

Yes?

Louis?

It's done.

They will think
you are going to Poland.

I'm on my way
to the airport now.

We're on the train.

We're going
to Amsterdam together.

For now.

I'm sorry?

Good luck, Dorn,

and thank you for
taking this for us...

For Etienne.

Don't thank me
until I've succeeded.

I have faith.

Let's hope it's not misplaced.

It's not.

I will tell her.

Call me when you can.

I'll call you when I get back.

He sends you love.

Will he be all right?

What do you
want me to tell you,

the truth?

Yes.

You want the truth,

but you lied to him
this morning.

I lied?

Yeah.

You told him

that we know how to
talk to each other.

But we don't.

Not anymore.

You're not
going to believe this.

What's up?

Hickman asked me to go
to a crime scene with him,

to gather some evidence.

Is that a case for us?

No. It's a single murder.

How is Hickman involved?

They arrested him for it.

You're kidding.

They arrested
Hickman for murder?

The victim
is that bank manager,

the one that outed him as a cop
during the robbery.

Is that why
they think he did it?

I'm not sure
the detective even knew that.

All she said was

that the bank manager

made a phone call to Hickman
before she died.

That doesn't seem like
a whole lot of evidence.

No.

Wasn't the woman
at the bank blonde?

- Yeah.
- Very blonde.

Well, this woman had dark hair.

She dyed it?

Apparently, but...

how would Hickman know that?

He recognized
the body straight away.

The hair colour didn't even
seem to surprise him.

And why would she call him?

Major Daniel.

It's Eva.
When does your train arrive?

About an hour.

Why?

Hickman has been arrested.

What?

Yeah. Arrested.

- When?
- Just now.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

What is it?

I won't be able to go

to the Amsterdam apartment
with you.

Is that supposed to be
a surprise?

Oh, please.

Could you just, once,
be understanding?

For once?

Yeah.

Hickman has been arrested...

I don't...
I don't care.

Well, I do.
I have to.

Fine.

I'm going back to Paris.

Excuse me?

On the next train back.

Our flat is still bugged.

Well, if they want to
listen to me pack,

they can listen.

We said we are going
to Amsterdam together.

We've said many things
many times, Louis.

The plans always change,

and always end

with me in that apartment,
alone.

If they've been listening,
they know that, too.

This will not
seem odd to them in the least.

This is my job, all right?
My job!

What? What!

What do you want me to do,

just ignore it?

All I ever asked
was for a little balance.

Balance.

Yes.

That's not the reason
why you hate me.

I don't hate you.

Yes, you do.

You blame me for Etienne.

Oh, please.

You think I don't see it
in your eyes

every time you look at me?

I've never blamed you.

Do you remember

this morning I told you
I didn't sleep well?

The truth is

I haven't slept well once
since that night.

I have the same dream.

I come home,

our house is burning,

and you are on the ground,

with Etienne in your arms.

And you keep saying
something to me,

over and over.

Do you remember...

what you said to me that night?

"What did you do?"

What did I do?

What did I do?

So, you can leave me
in this hell,

you can divorce me if you want.

You can get on with your life

if you want.

Just don't tell me
it's because of my team,

or my job.

Not only do I work for the ICC,

I'm a former NYPD detective.

Do you really believe

that I murdered this woman?

I want to show you some things,

and when I'm finished,

I'm going to ask you
one question.

One?

One.

A few weeks ago,

you were a hostage
in a bank robbery,

during which

my homicide victim...

a fellow hostage...

informed the robbers
that you are an officer

and put you in grave danger.

The robbers then found
a hypodermic kit on you,

exposing you as a drug abuser.

My victim then filed
an official statement

with Amsterdam Chief Helstrom

and, apparently, also
with your boss at The Hague,

Major Daniel,

attesting to your drug use.

I can't imagine
this went well for you.

A week later,

after the robbery,

my victim reported 100,000 Euro

missing from the vault,

despite the fact
that every other witness

reported the perpetrators
never took any money

and none was found on them

during their arrest.

After that,

you went to my victim's flat
for six minutes.

Then you left.

She exited

a few minutes later
in a great hurry

with two bags,

one of which was found
at the murder scene.

She went to the bank,

where she was
no longer employed,

illegally accessed
their computer systems

and closed an account,

an account held by
a traveling carnival,

which winters
outside of Amsterdam,

where you work and live.

The 10-second phone call
she made to you

was 15 minutes
after closing this account.

She was then found
beaten to death

with what my examiner is calling
tremendous rage

by a person who knew her,

and you refuse to tell me

what the phone call
she made to you was about.

Finally, while you were with me
at the homicide scene,

my colleagues found,

behind the trailer
you reside in,

the other piece of luggage
she left with.

It had a compartment
ripped out of it

at some point.

I don't know what was in it,

but 100,000 Euro
is a pretty good guess.

Are you finished?

Yes.

What's your question?

What would you do
if you were me?

I'd lock me up.

Do we know anything new.

We waited for you.

Where is Anne-Marie?

We don't know.

She never came in.

One of her old colleagues says

they're waiting for
a report from her

on some prisoners.

Major Daniel?

Yeah.

I'm Commander Bergen.

They told me you were coming.

Hi.

Where is Hickman?

He's fine.

Why don't we talk in my office?

Come on.

All right.

A 20-year homicide detective
murders an acquaintance,

leaving behind a Mountain
of circumstantial evidence,

and then props the perfect piece
of physical evidence

against the back wall
of his home.

So, you don't think I did it?

Not anymore.

Well then, what the hell
am I doing here?

My boss doesn't quite
understand the concept.

I need something to change
my commander's mind.

What can I do?

Tell me about the phone call,

or the investigation
it was about.

Give me a logical explanation
for any of this.

I'm sorry.

You'd rather go to jail

than tell me
about your investigation?

If those are my only choices.

I need to get out
of here, inspector.

I told you, there's a woman.

The missing woman?

Apparently so.

Inspector?

Can you bring your files?

Now?

Yes, sir.

I'll be back.

I'll be waiting.

It's almost all circumstantial.

Yeah, but that's a lot
of bloody circumstance.

Did Hickman know

that the bank manager
made an official statement

about his drug use?

Yes.

How did he find out
about the statement?

I told him.

He asked me.
I told him.

You told him?

Yes.

You didn't think

it could possibly
make him angry with her?

No. I don't lie.

Not to my team,
not to Detective Hickman.

Sorry, this is all too perfect.

I don't disagree.

Eva and Sebastian,

go back to the scene,
take your scangen,

see what you find.

Okay.

Tommy,

go to the morgue,

take a look at the body.

I love a good autopsy
in the morning.

I'll take you.

I'm going there anyway to check
with the medical examiner.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Leaving the scene

to take the rescued women
to a shelter in calais.

And then?

Then I assumed she would
go back home to Amsterdam.

My investigator says

she was supposed to
send you reports?

And if we don't get them soon,

we'll have to
let the prisoners go.

Okay, listen to me,

if you hear anything
from Anne-Marie,

please let me know immediately.

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Okay, here we go.

What?

It's not working properly.

What does that mean?

No...

No, no, no, no...

What is it?

It's infected.

The code seems to be
eating itself!

- What?
- Damn it!

The whole scangen program
seems to be affected.

I need to get
back to the office

to access my back-ups!

How could that happen?

I told you, I was hacked...

From Rome.

As you can see,

there is a tremendous amount

of blunt-force trauma
about the face.

Any idea of the weapon used?

We haven't been able
to locate any residue

to get a material sample.

You won't find
any weapon residue.

Why not?

Because that was done
with fists.

Are you sure?

I was a bare knuckle fighter.

I am very sure.

Is this possible?

The killer would have to
be very powerful.

But it's possible?

Oh, definitely.

Here's what else
I'm sure about.

These wounds exclude Hickman.

How?

Whoever did that,

did it with two hands.

Left and right.

In case you haven't noticed,

Hickman can't pick his nose

with his right hand,

much less punch someone
hard enough to do that.

What about these gashes?

If it was done with fists...

A ring.

A big one.

A ring with an initial.

Well, he'll be busy
for a bit, then.

When he does get back,

we've got something
very special planned for him.

Yes, "we."

Me and his little friend here.

Mm-hmm.

Aw...

Yes sir,

I'm very sure and the coroner
agrees with me.

The blows were clearly struck
with both hands.

Inspector Seeger?

Yes, sir?

We've located information
on the victim's family.

You have?

They're local,

and we'll need them
to come down

to make a positive
identification.

Of course.

Will you be making
the death notification,

or would you like us
to handle it?

No, I'll go.

Okay.

Least favourite
part of the job.

I never met a cop
who didn't hate it.

But, you know, as bad as it is

to notify a family
someone isn't coming home,

it doesn't bother me as much

as the unidentified
bodies we get.

This one, for example.

Car accident.

Body burnt up.

Vehicle burnt up.

No plates, no VIN?

Coroner is hoping

dental records
or DNA will help.

Imagine waiting for
someone to come home

who never does,

and you'll never know why.

I'll go with you if you want,

to notify
the other victim's family.

I'd appreciate that.

They're releasing you.

Why?

Tommy proved

that the victim was beaten
with two hands.

First time
this ever helped out.

The killer was wearing a ring.

Monogrammed.

With the letter "G."

Son of a bitch.

I think we need to talk.

Not in this building.

When?

Good.

Good.

The police let him go.

Let's go make a homecoming.

Carl!

I have to go, Louis.

Someone I know
may be in trouble.

From Phillip Genovese?

At the carnival?

What did you say?

How do you know
the name Genovese?

That's the guy
who hurt you, yes?

Was it Anne-Marie?

Anne-Marie?

Yes, did she tell you
about him?

She knows?
That's why she's gone?

Oh, God, no, Louis.

I asked her to run his name
months ago.

Where she is today
has nothing to do with that.

Well, she never betrayed you.

Good, so how do you know?

Louis, how do you...

You knew the day
you came to the carnival.

You left people behind
in New York,

people who care about you.

They called me
when you moved here.

How long were you watching me?

I just checked in
from time to time.

You spied on me.

As a friend.

That's not good enough.

You're probably right.

I'm not talking about this
right now.

Where are you going?

I'm going to a carnival,

because Genovese
is my mess to clean up!

I can't let you do that, Carl.

Excuse me?

You are a member of my team.

I can't let you become
a vigilante.

You know what, you're right.

Yes, I am.

I quit.

- No...
- Sebastian?

It's all gone.

What is gone?

All of my work.

My back-up files,
it's all gone.

How?

What am I going to do now?

Sebastian, I need you
to pull yourself together.

Can you do that?

Major said
to get back here fast.

Yeah, well, he's in
with Sebastian now.

Where's Hickman?

Major says he quit.

- Seriously?
- Mm-hmm.

I hope that isn't my fault.

It's not.

But I need your help.

Zatrzymaj!

Prosze zatrzymaj!

If you don't want
to be involved, I understand.

Are you kidding?

I don't get to do something
like this too often.

Good. Let's get ready.

Major Daniel.

Louis, thank God.

Dorn?

It was a set-up, Louis!

The whole thing.
They knew I was coming.

They must have known
that we discovered their bugs.

You and Rebecca
have to go underground.

Get out of
your Amsterdam apartment

and find somewhere else
to stay.

But Dorn,
she went back to Paris!

Shari?

Oh, my God.

Genovese!

I'm here!

I got a pathetic story for you.

You know our Dutch bank broad?

Anika?

She wouldn't cop to

who had her close down
my bank account,

but I knew that she didn't
do that on her own.

You didn't have to kill her!

That's beside the point.

She's not the first chippy
that needed a broken nose

before they start talking.

I punched her once...

And she told me everything.

Everything.

She robbed the bank,

she said
I could have the money.

And then you know what?
You know what she did?

She sold you out.

She said, "It's Hickman.

His name is Carl Hickman!"

I couldn't wait
for you to find out!

I wanted you to know.

Yeah, but...

I didn't have a clue
who Carl Hickman was, man.

I mean, I know now.

You traveled halfway
around the world,

to come and get me

in that crappy, dump trailer,

but I swear to God,
I had to search you, man.

I didn't have a clue.

And you know what?

Given our "history" together,
Carl,

that is pathetic.

Did you actually
come by yourself?

Where's Shari?

That's pretty ballsy

for a one-armed carnie
crap scooper.

This is between me and you!

No, that changed

when you sacrificed
little Anika.

Leave Shari out of it.

She's not a part of it!

She is now, Sport.

Come on!

And face me,

you son of a bitch!

It's more like
a son of a whore,

but that was an honest mistake.

Did you bring
any kids with you?

Ah, you got me with that one.

A revolver, really?

Carl?

You really think six bullets
is enough to come at me?

It only takes one.

Shut up.

Stop talking.

I know you probably
can't see this right now

'cause you're also blurry-eyed,

but this gun here,

this is the one that I used
to kill the fortune teller.

There's one shot left
in the chamber.

Oh. Oh, and before I forget.

She'd left a message
for the police,

telling them that
when you got back from jail,

you were all crazy.

You were all, like,
wild-eyed and crazy.

It was just crazy!

Know how I got her to do that?

She was a lot stronger
than that little Dutch girl,

I'll tell you that,

but in this case...

Not such a good idea for her.

So...

You are going to get discovered
sooner or later,

and you got a lot of
explaining to do, right?

Um...

This right here...

Just...

Smells of sort of
murder-suicide, doesn't it?

It does.

But you're gonna have to drag
little miss fortune teller

over there to the gun,

you have shown a lot of
determination in the past.

In fact...

Let me help you.

Little Anika,

she told me about
another one of your issues.

Now, this could be stronger
than you're used to,

but maybe not.

Either way,

it's going to help
take the edge off

what you gotta do.

You know,

I thought about
just killing you,

but I kind of did that already,

in New York,

didn't I?

I mean, what could be worse

than leaving you
to live your life

the way you're living it now?

Twice.