Crossing Lines (2013–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Everybody Will Know - full transcript

Are you serious, mate?

Bit early for a game, isn't it?

Where the hell are they playing anyway?

Japan. Tokyo.

Asia? Not even football?

- Game's a game, right?
- Not even close.

Where is Major Daniel?

Uh, I don't know. Maybe he's still at home.

No, he's not there, and
he's not on his cell.

May we have a word?

- Sure.
- No, Sebastian.



Alone.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Something wrong, sir?

I received an anonymous correspondence.

About?

Type "ICC scandal" into your computer.

The story just broke.

We've traced it back to a source
within the Italian Police Services.

Italian?

It will be in all the
European newspapers tomorrow.

- Do you have it?
- Yup.

"... Severe misconduct of a
recently established unit...

at the International
Criminal Court in The Hague.

The tech expert of the team,
Kriminalkommissar Sebastian Berger,



- hacked into numerous..."
- "European police databases."

Yeah, but I only collected data
which was relevant to our cases...

when there was no time to
go through official channels.

Yeah, and I'm sure that's true,

and I will deal with that

at the appropriate diplomatic level.

If that were the extent of
it, I would not be concerned...

It's very early for a football match.

The game must be important.

It's only on while I update my
files. I was barely even watching.

Do you have a gambling problem?

I don't have... no, I don't have a problem.

I used to, but I've given it up.

When?

- When?
- When did you give it up?

Before you came to the ICC,

or did you gamble from these offices?

- I don't see how it matters when...
- 30,000 Euro!

Excuse me?

I was also copied with
a transcript of files...

that show that you owed a gambling debt

of 30,000 Euro,

which you cleared with a single payment.

Where did you get the money?

I...

That's...

It's personal.

That is your answer?

Not a whiff

of corruption must touch this court or the
vital work that is done in these offices.

Not the slightest smell of it.

And an investigator making
the salary that you make

who suddenly has 30,000 Euro to
pay off an illegal gambling debt...

is not a whiff.

That stinks to high heaven.

That is why "when" matters.

- Yeah, but...
- Kommissar Berger,

you are hereby informed

that you are under an internal
investigation by the ICC

into bribery, corruption,
extortion, illegal gambling,

and your activities are
restricted to these offices.

You are not to leave, do you understand?

Yeah.

—

EVERY IS GOING TO KNOW, STEFAN

Crooked. It's just crooked!

- You cannot mean that.
- I most certainly do, Rebecca.

We have an obligation to protect
the Court, to protect its integrity.

- Michel, the Court is stronger than...
- No!

I asked those judges

to trust me with this idea
of Louis, and they did,

and now the trust that they've placed in me

has put their reputation in jeopardy,
the reputation of this entire body!

Whether we like or not, the team
is the public face of the ICC.

Oh, dammit. I have to go to Serbia.

I'll be back at the
end of the day tomorrow.

I want you to monitor the investigation.

If you suspect that Berger has
done anything even remotely illegal,

- I want to know about it immediately.
- To prosecute him?

To the fullest extent of the law.

All right, two minutes.

I told you, you don't need to.

And I told you I want to.

- More coffee?
- I can get it.

All right, here we go.

Bacon, eggs, and toast.

All-American breakfast, coming up.

Come on, just a couple bites.

The doctor...

- the doctor told me to tell him if your appetite...
- My appetite is fine.

I'm sorry.

You need to go to work.

I guess I do.

I do, I'm sorry.

What time will you be...

finished?

Late.

I have an appointment with a...

a realtor, a listing agent.

I'm thinking of renting a flat.

Like a real, permanent flat?

More permanent than this.

A flat sounds nice.

Yeah.

Hiya, Seeger.

What are you looking at me like that for?

You haven't read the papers?

Papers? Who wants to read a load
of shite first thing in the...?

- What? Where is he?
- In his lab with Eva.

Tommy, wait.

- You haven't read the whole thing.
- Whatever!

Well, they can't say that you're corrupt.

I told them.

- They weren't convinced.
- Convinced of what?

- Sebastian is up on a corruption charge.
- Because of this shite?

It's my own fault.

Why are you biting the bullet on this?

Everything you did was sanctioned.

The Major knew you were
going into those files.

I don't remember him
worrying about it back then.

The databases aren't the problem.

I told you, you didn't
read the whole article.

He was gambling, too. At work.

Sorry, Sebastian.

How did they find out?

I kept the records. All my
wins, all my losses. Stupid.

I created this mess.

What are you going on about?

I told my former colleagues
about his hacking.

- You did what?
- Tommy,

- it's all right.
- Why the hell would you do that?

Because I wanted to make sure
they did a security check.

That's even stupider than him
keeping the files in his computer!

- Can you lower your voice, please?
- Please, guys!

Let's let everyone else fight about this.

I've got enough without
that on my conscience.

What if they kick you out?

- They wouldn't do that.
- Wouldn't they?

What the hell would we do then?

We use that damned ScanGen for everything.

Well, I can show you how to use it.

Yeah, as if I'd ever be able to...

- No, no, no, I meant Arabela and...
- Yeah, well, they might be able to...

Where would you go?

Home, I guess.

- What do you mean, you'd go home?
- Berlin.

You already know?

Kathrin?

Know what?

That I need your help in Berlin?

Let me get this straight. You want
us take a look at these suicides?

Last night was the third this month.

Two in Berlin, one in Munich.

All young adults who seemingly
had everything to live for.

A gifted student scientist
already being honored for his work.

A musician on the brink
of recording an album.

And last night, Amélie Weurfel,

a girl who graduated with honors
on her way to a major university.

By all accounts, the most
popular girl in her school.

Well,

she jumped 40 meters from a
rooftop to an asphalt car park.

Suicide does not fall under our mandate.

Normally, I would agree. This isn't normal.

Are you saying you think
they were all murdered?

Every indication is that they were all

physically alone at
the time of their death.

Physically alone?

This is Amélie's phone.

It was recovered at the scene,
but wasn't found near her.

It appears she threw it before
she jumped from that roof.

We processed it.

The circuitry inside has been...

fried.

Remotely.

Is that even possible?

Yeah.

So you think it was working
when she went up there.

And after, someone erased what was on it.

All three victims had phones at
the scenes, all fried the same way.

I believe someone is using the
internet to influence these kids

into killing themselves.

The time between suicides is
getting shorter with each one.

Only four days between the last two.

If I'm right,

there may be someone out
there right now we could save.

And they may not even know
yet that they need help.

Come on...

Naughty, naughty, Stefan.

How did you get that video?

Very naughty.

But you must have hacked me.

That video, it's not what you...

It isn't what it looks like!

Then you won't mind it going public?

You can't show this to anyone! Please!

I'm going to show everyone.

Everyone will know.

Please...

There is a phenomenon
called "Cluster Suicides"...

when people belong to the
same group. Could this be that?

We looked for a connection,
there's nothing on the surface.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Different schools, different social groups.

All they had in common is they were
successful and had a lot of friends.

Doesn't sound much like typical suicides.

I have the case files in my office.

Is he all right?

Who?

I saw the paper on the way here.

Yeah.

He's actually fine.

He's not as concerned as you'd think.

Yes. That sounds like Sebastian.

There are definitely files
removed. Destroyed, really.

Like a bomb went off inside.

There's a fragment of a trail,

but I need a full IP, and

the target device to trace it back.

Then could you restore the files?

Maybe.

Why should he?

Why should he what?

Why should he do anything for the ICC?

Because it's his job.

Do you not know what's going on here, man?

I know that he's being investigated, yeah.

They're trying to screw
him is what they're doing.

Tommy, stay out of this.

Are you corrupt, Sebastian?

Did you take a bribe to pay off the debt?

A bribe?

He paid off a very large debt,

and they'd like to know
where the money came from.

How large?

- 30,000.
- 30,000?

Where the hell did you get the money?

Look, I didn't get it illegally,
and, no, I never took a bribe.

Then let them investigate. A good
cop gets investigated all the time.

I had a boss

who used to get rid of anyone
didn't have an Internal Affairs beef

- at least once a year.
- And?

What's he supposed to do?

What I didn't do

was to take it out on
potential murder victims.

Look, are you going to tell
them where the money came from?

I don't think they have a right to ask.

Then that's your decision. Live with it.

And until they tell you you can't,

you do your job.

For them.

The team will only do background
investigations on the victims

until I get your call.

Yes, Dorn. Thank you.

Hello, my love.

- You have a new case?
- Yes.

Someone may be using the internet

to convince people to commit suicide.

That's awful.

- Where?
- In Germany.

I'm fairly certain suicide
isn't a crime in Germany.

We're not going after the victims,
only the one convincing them.

But can inducing someone to
do something that isn't a crime

- be a crime?
- In this case, it should be.

I'll research it back at my office.

Thank you. So now...

- what can I do for you?
- I came to warn you.

Michel told me about Sebastian Berger.

- He wants him prosecuted.
- No, he does not.

Louis, he was very clear.

He wants the Court protected.

That's a very different thing.

Well, if your Sebastian did anything wrong,

there will be a prosecution.

I don't believe he did
what it looks like he did.

So it's nothing then?

I did not say that.

Sir? Sorry. I'm sorry to bother.

- No, I was leaving.
- Sorry.

- Thank you.
- Well, Eva.

Yeah.

What do you need?

Well, we've done all we can
here, so Arabela and I thought

we might go to Berlin and
see what we can find there.

Let's hold any travel

until Sebastian finishes his work.

Yes, sir.

- Sir?
- Yes.

If the only problem is where Sebastian
got his money to pay his debt...

I gave it to him.

- You did?
- Yeah.

I saved up money for a holiday.

But Sebastian didn't tell me that?

Well, I guess he didn't
want me to be involved.

Should I make a statement?

No. It won't be necessary right now.

Sebastian found something.

Among the items erased from the phone...

was a series of photos and webcam videos.

This is the jumper.

- How long do we have?
- She won't be home for an hour.

She was definitely waiting for him.

Do they know they're being filmed?

They don't act like it.

Oh, my God.

That's her mother's boyfriend.

Sweetie, sweetie.

I recovered more than 300 text messages

threatening to send this
recording to everyone,

her friends in school
and, of course, her mother.

Last message was at 0722.

Coroner estimated her death at 0720.

He texted her while she was on the roof?

- Didn't want her to change her mind.
- Which is why she threw the phone.

She was harassed into killing herself.

Can you identify who sent the texts?

I can tell you the name,
but it's only a screen name.

"Sensenmann".

It's German. It means, "Grim Reaper".

We are going to Berlin.

What, me too?

I doubt there's anyone
else who could solve this.

- Hey!
- Hey, Sebastian!

- How are you?
- Uh, not my desk any longer.

- Wow, when?
- Last month.

"Polizeihau" what?

She's been made Chief Inspector.

- Like a boss?
- Like the boss.

- Congratulations, Chief Inspector.
- Thank you, Major Daniel.

I need to call the au pair,
and then we can get started.

- Oh, yeah. How is the little guy?
- Eric.

Right. Eric.

He's amazing. I'll be back.

Now, Carl and Arabela,

talk to the last victim's
mother and her friend?

The creep?

The witness. Don't make it personal.

Sure.

Tommy and Eva, go through
the other victim's files

- and see if there is anything.
- All right.

Yeah, I have the street address
of the IP that sent the video file.

He needed a lot of bandwidth for that.

It's from an internet
cafe not far from here.

- I'll go with you.
- Can I go?

It's a lead I should be part of.

Please.

Thank you.

You're trying to make
me look good, aren't you?

I'm expecting a call.

You're lucky the scouts aren't
coming today instead of tomorrow.

EVERYBODY WILL KNOW

PLEASE DON'T DO THIS

EVERYBODY WILL KNOW

We're sorry to have to talk
to you at such a terrible time.

You are from the ICC?

The Criminal Court?

- Yes. A special investigative unit.
- For suicide?

- I asked you not to use that word.
- But she...

Sorry, darling.

We're interested in Amélie's acquaintances.

Her friends?

More people she might not
want to share secrets with.

Secrets?

What secrets does she have?

We don't mean anything specific.

You don't believe it was a suicide.

We do believe she hurt herself.

We're just trying to understand why.

Could we speak alone for a moment?

Why him?

- He's not her father.
- I know.

It's me.

I'm the one that wants to be alone, Madame.

I asked my partner to
occupy your... Mr. Keppel.

- Why?
- So...

we may speak freely as women, about Amélie.

Maybe you could show me her room?

- It might be helpful.
- Okay.

This way.

- You look tired.
- Ever tactful, Sebastian.

- I don't mean it badly.
- So it's a good tired?

Well, your new job must not be easy.

Well, being responsible for all
the investigations is intense.

More than I thought it would be.

We have three open homicides,
two armed robbery patterns,

and an unsolved home invasion
tied to a series of them in Essen,

and I can't find a
single piece of evidence.

And you still have time
to work these suicides?

Well, everyone deserves to be considered.

Let me ask you,

did...

Amélie have anyone who

really didn't like her? I mean...

- I mean, serious dislike.
- She was very popular.

Look, I'm not passing judgment.
You're all consenting adults.

It's kinda creepy, and a lot
shitty, but it's your life.

I don't follow.

Amélie was being harassed

by someone who hacked into
her webcam on her laptop.

They took videos.

Recorded what was happening,
and then threatened to expose her

by making the videos
public. It's why she...

hurt herself.

Expose her? What was there to expose?

I want you to listen to me very carefully.

They remotely controlled...

the camera in her laptop and recorded
what was happening in front of it.

And where was her laptop kept?

Oh, no.

Oh, no...

It wasn't...

Did she know someone who would
threaten to make those videos public?

- Your... The other cop, is she...
- No.

She is not telling
Amélie's mother any of this.

God knows she's had a rough enough time.

I'm going to take that laptop.

We'll have someone analyze it.

We... we didn't...

It was only...

We... we loved each other.

I don't really care, pal.

You're the one that has
to look in the mirror.

The videos were definitely sent from here.

Would they have to know each other?

Not at all.

How would the person sending
the file know where to send it?

Well, every person in here
on a device is broadcasting

their personal information.

It's there for the taking,
if you know where to look.

And where is that?

There's a server inside this cafe.

It's providing the Wi-Fi
everybody is attached to.

But your device has to talk to it,

making your unique identity
vulnerable to anyone

who can hack into that Wi-Fi.

Is it hard to do?

I just did it.

With a proper laptop, you can
gather everyone's passwords,

log-in's, personal information...

That's what got you in the paper.

But not what got me in trouble.

Come on, I have enough to trace the sender.

Already?

I'm not just pretty.

Yes, Dorn, I will let
you know what we find.

Sebastian is here.

Because we need him here.

Yes, I'm sure.

Thank you very much, Dorn.

Yes?

Sorry, I was just waiting
for you to get off.

Dorn got the authorization to look further.

I guess they still trust us then.

It means they trust Dorn.

Did you find something?

The victim's don't appear
to have known each other.

Why would you harass a perfect stranger?

It's lucky we have Sebastian.

Never would have got this far without him.

Anything else?

Yeah.

The money that Sebastian came up with?

Don't tell him I told
you, but I gave it to him.

- Did you?
- Aye.

With my family history,

he probably wants it kept a
secret, but that's the story.

Well, we will talk about this back home.

- I can make a statement...
- No, Tommy. At home.

Well, that wasn't strange at all.

They...

are in love.

That poor mother.

Did you...? Did you tell her?

Tell her? No, of course not.

God...

Imagine knowing your daughter
killed herself not to hurt you.

She loved her, I could feel it.

If Amélie had the courage to tell her,

it probably just would have blown over.

Well, I guess sometimes it's hard...

to see past the trouble
right in front of you.

Hi.

How did it go?

Her laptop.

That's good.

With the IPs I got at the cafe,

I should be able to trace
he path back to its origin.

- Can we use your office?
- Sure.

- He's good.
- The best.

- No... Please... no...
- —

I have it.

Where is he?

The messages are coming from Denmark.

Copenhagen. His name is Anttis.

Tommy, watch out here,
especially the windows.

Computer nerds don't run, do they?

- They certainly don't fight.
- Very amusing.

Police!

- Is it the music?
- No.

Yes. It is the music.

Shoot him. If you need a statement, knock.

Thanks for being a good citizen.

Popular with his neighbors.

Police!

Die, you orc scum!

Hey pal! Hey!

- What?
- Police! Stop!

- What the hell?
- Don't move.

They found the computer guy...

Damn, I'm sorry.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

- Really?
- Yeah.

So you haven't been hacking into
web cameras, threatening people?

Never.

The transmissions were
traced here. Text messages?

You said you were looking
for a hacker, right?

They must have hacked me, too.

We can trace everything back
to you. No sense denying.

- Rebecca.
- Two things.

Number one, the judges want
you and Michel to explain

what happened with Sebastian.

- As soon as this case is finished.
- No,

they want you to come today. This evening.

- You said two things.
- Yes.

Suicide hasn't been illegal
in Germany since the 1700s.

You'd have a hard time winning
conviction on anything other

than simple harassment, if that.

Maybe some computer hacking charges.

Though they are not clearly
defined in international law.

In any case, certainly not
murder, or accessory to.

Probably why the subject
does not seem worried.

What do you mean, threatening?

I'm sorry?

You just said "sent threatening texts".

What exactly did they say?

What were these so-called threats?

The threat is to expose
the victim's secrets.

If it's true, how is that a threat?

- What do you mean?
- Well, if you simply tell someone...

you're going to expose a
secret, how is that a threat?

So we are hoping someone at the
internet cafe knows the computer guy?

They just, sent me a text
message. He looks pretty memorable.

- About what you saw in my office.
- You don't have to explain to me.

My son called.

He doesn't understand why
I have to work so much.

He will one day.

This keyboard shouldn't
even be working with

all this sticky stuff all over it.

I had a boss once say a good cop

always washes his hands before he pisses.

Same boss who fired guys
for not getting investigated?

Different boss.

Why does that logo look so familiar?

We have a problem here.

There's a bunch of new texts
to someone named Stefan...

sent through this machine,
but they didn't originate here,

and the IP of the recipient is coded.

Sebastian, for tech
dummies, what does that mean?

There's a new victim I can't identify,

and the real hacker could be anywhere.

Wow, it's almost more busy now than
it was in the middle of the day.

It's an online world.

I don't even have a computer at home.

- Seriously?
- That's surprising?

Well, it's none of my business,
but Eva, she said you and Sebastian,

you were kind of like an item.

And computers were just one of the
things we didn't have in common.

I got it.

Excuse me, have you seen this man?

Well,

you practically confessed.

Yeah, right.

Is that right?

No.

I was just asking how...

saying you're going to do something without

demanding a specific reaction is a threat.

What do you mean, specific reaction?

- An "or else"?
- I'm going to punch you in the mouth.

What?

I didn't say, "or else". Do
you still feel threatened?

- Eva.
- Yeah.

I have to go back to The Hague.

The judges want to talk to me.

- Is it about Sebastian?
- Yes.

Do you know him?

- The texts use your system as a proxy.
- Yeah.

They come from outside your network,

but there's no way you didn't see them.

No way you didn't know
they were being sent.

These are new texts. Who is
Stefan? Is that your next victim?

His replies are getting more desperate.

Are you going to let him die, too?

- Can I ask you a question?
- Put your hand down.

How the hell is any of this illegal?

Guys...

He's right.

Rebecca just called. We have
nothing to arrest him on.

I don't care, you should see these texts.

The new victim is getting
very desperate, Louis.

Can you track where he is?

Excuse me, have you seen this man?

—

Sebastian, what are you doing?

I cloned Antti's drive.

I can see anything that goes
through it in almost real time.

There are more messages
going out to Stefan right now.

How can it not be illegal?

If suicide is not illegal, causing
someone to do it is not either.

So it's okay to convince someone
to face-plant into a car park,

but the ICC wants you to go after Sebastian

cause he lost a bunch of his own money?

- Or someone else's.
- Right, someone else's.

- No...
- What?

He just got a new message with
instructions on how to make a noose.

- Carl.
- Yeah.

- I have to go back to The Hague.
- I heard.

- You need anything?
- I think it will be all right.

- Well, let me know.
- Yes.

What kind of person sends a strange
instructions on making a noose?

Son of a bitch!

- What?
- That's the same.

It's the same as the sticker, the
button that we saw in his apartment.

Antti and Amélie must have
gone to the same summer camp.

Erlebnis Camp, Wiesenfelden...

No one recognizes him.

Half of them didn't really look.

Too engrossed in their
virtual world to be bothered

by people dying in the real one.

Cross-referencing Amélie
Weurfel and Erlebnis Camp.

Here, she's listed as an
alumni, four years ago.

- She would have been 14.
- Type in Gross. Martin Gross.

He's another one of the victims.

Yup, he's here, too. Same time.

Here's a list of the campers from then.

Do we have a Stefan?

Stefan Hoster. His
address is here in Berlin.

Any chance he still lives there?

A 19-year-old still living with
his parents? Pretty damned good.

What's that?

Something's being sent to Stefan.

Oh, no.

- Sebastian?
- Yeah, we're back.

- Listen, are you still at the cafe?
- We're just leaving.

- He's sending a video right now!
- What?

Someone at the cafe is uploading
a video through the Wi-Fi.

It will take some time at the
speed they have to work with.

Look at any of the screens that are open.

- They'll have a status bar filling up.
- Okay...

We have a possible line
on the new victim, too.

I'm on my way to you with Tommy,

the rest of the team
are going to his house.

Okay.

I hope you know what a
status bar looks like.

- This is it.
- Who?

- Can you stop the upload?
- I can try.

Keep an eye on him.

- He's not going to be happy...
- What are you doing?

- That's my computer.
- It is?

Kommissar Eichholtz, LKA.

- You're the police?
- What is your name?

Anka. Jostun.

No, leave me alone. Stop it.

Please...

Anka, we know what you've been doing.

Do you?

It needs to stop.

Not yet.

You need to tell me how
to delete this upload.

And why would I do that?

Because Stefan might hurt himself.

Well, I hope he does.

You hope he does?

Anka, you've caused a lot
of people to hurt themselves.

Not a lot. Four.

Do you know who they are?

What they did?

- It doesn't matter what they did...
- Well, it matters to me!

My parents, they made him go all
the way to Germany for summer camp.

He was alone in a strange country,

and all he wanted was to be their friend.

They were the popular kids there,

and they let him think that they liked him,

they let him hang out with them.

He was a fat, pimply-faced boy

who never had any friends,

and they made him feel like
he was special that summer.

Amélie even pretended to
be into him romantically,

and he actually believed her.

He sent letters home that summer,

about how he had fallen in love.

In love!

She played him perfectly.

She even let him hold her hand,
and they took pictures of that,

a pathetic nobody

holding the hand of the
prettiest girl he had ever seen,

and that's where Stefan came in,

the worst of them all.

Peter couldn't see her face
when the picture was taken,

but he did later, when Stefan
posted it all over the internet,

his naked body displayed for the joke.

Pictures of him cleaning up after them...

just looking at Amélie when
she was doing something.

It was love in his eyes,

but Stefan, he made it look...

dirty,

sick.

The shy kid

who had made it through life
by pretending not to be there,

he was suddenly everywhere.

Humiliated.

Laughed at.

Mocked.

But he ended it in our bathtub,

his wrists cut open.

I found him, but it was too late.

His name was

Peter Jostun,

and he was my little brother,

and he matters to me.

So I did the same thing they did.

I found their secrets,

their hidden moments,

and I told them I'd make them public.

Only I gave them a chance
they never gave him.

So they could kill themselves
before being humiliated.

Yes.

The easy way out.

I can do it myself...

I just spoke to Eva.

They were able to resuscitate
Stefan. He's going to be all right.

But I can't hold her very long.

No, and she has all his secrets.

There's nothing to stop her from
doing it again when she gets out.

Except me,

in all my spare time.

Kind of sucks being the boss.

Okay, we're ready to go.

Thanks for your help.

Good luck with the home invasions.

I'll need it.

It's about Eric.

What about Eric?

Well...

he's about the right age. I mean,

we would have still been going
out when he was conceived.

Are you asking if you're his father?

It's not such a crazy notion.

Of course you are.

What kind of slut do you think I am?

No, no, no, no, no, but I mean...

why didn't you tell me?

Why would I?

Do you think I

wouldn't want to be part of his life?

I wouldn't want you to, Sebastian.

You lost everything
when we were together...

our house, our car,

you gambled it all away.

It took me almost four
years to get out of debt.

I don't want that for Eric,

and I don't want it for me.

- But I've changed.
- Yeah, so I've heard.

- —
- No.

I'd like a chance to show you
that I really have changed.

I know it will take some time, but I'm

willing to take the time.

But until then...

could I at least call once in a while?

Talk to him, and

teach him some things?

That could be...

I think that might be nice.

Okay.

Hey.

Just talked to the hospital.
Stefan's parents are with him.

Good.

So, Sebastian...

Don't tell me. You gave him the money.

Who the hell would
believe I had 30,000 Euro?

Anyway,

you already know who gave him the money.

- Did Sebastian tell you?
- He would never give you away.

- Then how?
- It's something you would do.

Both Eva and Tommy confessed to it.

Good. Good, that's what partners do.

- Family.
- That too.

Here comes my meeting.

Do you want me to tell him that I did it?

Who would believe you had 30,000 Euro?

Yeah, all right, right.

I thought you were in Serbia. Welcome home.

Thank you, Hickman.

It's cold out there.

Louis...

I restricted Sebastian Berger

to these offices until the investigation
was concluded, and you released him.

Why?

- I know all I need to know.
- You know, or you knew?

I knew.

You knew about the gambling,
and you did not tell me?

I paid his debt.

Sebastian Berger is not corrupt in any way,

he's just very bad at
picking football winners.

It cost a lot in his life.

It should have cost his place on this team.

He never used ICC equipment to bet,

and he has not gambled
since coming to me about it.

He came to you?

He was afraid owing so
much could compromise him.

He offered to quit. I refused.

Are you certain you have all the facts,

that it's over?

He made a bad mistake.

I've made many myself.

Luckily, someone always helped me.

Whoever sent me those files
and sent them to the newspapers,

they were intent on making us look corrupt,

to embarrass the ICC.

I'll issue a statement tomorrow...

saying that we have conducted
an internal investigated...

and found nothing of note,

and then if that "anonymous
Italian" wants to press,

he will find a formidable
enemy waiting for him.

Thank you, Dorn.

Where did you get the money?

Oh...

our savings.

- Does Rebecca know?
- Not yet,

tonight. Would you like to come with me?

Not on a bet, Louis. Not on a bet!