03x06 - Executioner

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What?

So, have you made up your mind?

I just don't know why we need to be making plans the whole time.

Because we're only staying here for a week. That's why.

Come on, would you rather go to the Blue Cave or go snorkelling in Stiniva?

None?

Honey, I'm joking...

Honey...

Wait here, okay?

Please. Step aside, please, I'm a doctor.

Hello.

Adelio?

Hand me your apron.

What happened to him?

I don't know yet.

Call an ambulance. An ambulance.

Deep cut to the abdomen, massive blood loss, high temperature, shallow breathing.

Pulse is at 35. Could be septicaemia, OK?

I'll come with you.

Where are you going?

I have to go with him.

You stay here.

I love you.

Where are you?

Adelio, I'm freaking out.

Where are you?

Call me.

Anything else?

Where can I get a taxi?

Excuse me.

Hi.

I'm looking for my husband, Doctor Fuentes.

There's no doctor here by that name.

No, he doesn't work here, he came here with an injured man.

In an ambulance, an hour ago.

I'm sorry, but we've had no ambulance admission this morning.

Is... is there any other hospital they would have taken him to?

Not on this island.

That's impossible.

Um... can you just check again, please?

See for yourself.

_

No ambulance since last night.

Now excuse me.

Hello, this is Doctor Adelio Fuentes, please leave a message.

Is anybody in there?

Somebody please.

I need help.

Señora Fuentes?

If you wanna see your husband, you have to come with me.

I don't understand.

What does the International Criminal Court have to do with this?

I know you have a lot of questions but before I answer, I need you to agree to something.

What?

You'll need to surrender your phone, and stay under guard for the next 24 hours.

Why?

Do I have your consent?

Yes.

But I need some answers.

As soon as we get there. OK?

The man your husband treated d*ed on the way to the hospital.

He was badly injured.

He was, but he was also sick.

We believe he contracted a virus known as CLV.

What virus?

CLV, Charilongona Virus.

It's a haemorrhagic fever similar to Ebola.

Transferred by direct contact to bodily fluids.

Adelio, he... he touched that man's blood.

He was covered in it.

We're on our honeymoon.

Your husband is in quarantine right now.

He's infected?

We don't know that yet.

Please.

We also quarantined the ambulance crew, and picked up the vendors from the market.

We have to take every precaution.

Is there a cure?

There is an experimental anti-viral drug on the way here from Canada, but we don't know how effective it is, and the supply is extremely limited.

But what if it doesn't work?

What if it doesn't get here in time?

It's what we have to work with, OK?

Please. Right now, there is no danger for the general public.

And that's why I must ask you not to speak about this to anyone.

A panic would only generate a crisis on top of a crisis, you do understand?

I understand.

You OK?

Are all these people infected?

No, these are people who may have been exposed.

Just being held for observation.

You're gonna be able to see and talk to each other, but not touch, OK?

OK.

Adelio?

Hey, sweetie.

Hey, here at least I won't have to go snorkelling, right?

Don't worry.

We've identified the man who was bleeding outside the café as Ivan Amanti.

We think he is patient zero.

He was working for someone named Kasun.

Kasun Agosta.

Part of the Maussan Clan.

You've heard of him?

He's one of the Bastards of Belgrade.

They have moved thousands upon thousands of kilos of heroin through Europe, ever since the w*r ended.

I asked Luke to look into the Maussan ties in Corfu.

And the rest of the team?

Already on the ground in Croatia.

They're searching for whoever stabbed Ivan Amanti outside the café.

Whoever he is, one, he will not know he is infected, and two, he will not want to be found.

Mr. Dorn.

Ah, Inspector Costante, Doctor Hoff.

From the Institute of Infectious Diseases in Bern.

Pleasure.

Please, follow me this way.

Shaking hands is a polite tradition, but it makes the task of containing viral transmission infinitely more difficult.

Civility could quite literally be the death of us all.

I see you've been busy, Inspector.

So far, none of them are symptomatic, but as you suggested, we isolated anyone who could possibly have been in contact with our m*rder victim.

What can you tell us about the victim?

Ivan Amanti was stabbed some time before dawn.

The coroner says the m*rder w*apon was some kind of a curved blade.

With all the fluids coming out of the stomach wound, if our assailant were in contact with any one of them...

Then I'm afraid he was undoubtedly exposed to CLV.

And this is him.

Ivan Amanti.

We catch our assailant, we contain the virus.

You must.

Because this is what CLV does.

It ravages.

Like its older sisters, Ebola and Marburg it has a fatality rate of 88%.

How long before we can assume that our assailant will be contagious?

The virus is not contagious until you become symptomatic, but it moves fast.

Symptoms fever, cough, rash occur between 6 to 14 hours after exposure.

Can the coroner be any more specific as to when the wound occurred?

Molly says clotting and inflammation around the wound suggests it was 3 to 10 hours prior to death.

Those 7 hours make a world of difference.

Right now, the host is walking around unaware that he's undergoing a profound metamorphosis at a cellular level.

Anything?

All of Europe is covered by surveillance cameras with the exception of this island.

Well, I guess you don't need security cameras in paradise.

Morning, sunshine.

Morning.

It's Luke.

Where are you?

Corfu.

Just leaving the house where Amanti was holed up with his late partner in crime.

Got anything?

Yeah, I'm sending you the names of the neighbours, but... it's like I told Carine, no one came near.

Great news. You're heading our way?

Uh-uh.

Can't wait.

He really doesn't like me, does he?

I like you.

So does she.

Can you guys come to the other side of the dock?

There was a faint trail of blood from the market which led us here.

Well, that Spanish couple said the man came from this direction.

Yeah. There's more blood on the side of the boat, and the other side of the dock.

Smears down the hull...

Looks like Amanti was holding on to the side.

So, Amanti gets stabbed in the deck, gets back into the boat, falls into the water, climbs out and then staggers through the market.

Post-mortem revealed the stabbing could have occurred anywhere between 10 pm and 5 am.

Did you find any witnesses?

Anyone hanging out on the beach in the middle of the night?

Well, local constabulary have been canvassing the area all morning, but, nothing as yet.

Hey.

Michel.

The CDC is handling medical protocol.

They have an epidemiologist on site who's consulting with ***.

Good.

I can't help but worry about the safety of our team.

Well, they've been brought up-to-date on all the latest safety procedures.

Yes.

There's nothing more you can do.

I've kept the local police out of the loop.

They think it's just a m*rder investigation.

Good.

Last thing we want is for this to be leaked to the media, and have some broadcaster create a panic.

CLV is a dramatic beast.

You haemorrhage, blood comes pouring out of your eyes, out of your pores, and then very quickly, you die.

What did the press say? If it bleeds, it leads.

You're all making yourself at home?

Best Wi-Fi on the island.

So long as I keep buying espressos, they don't seem to mind.

OK, show me what you found.

Well, there's no CCTV on the island, but, the tourism office has a web-cam pointed at the harbour 24/7.

Even with infra-red for night viewing.

Here we go.

3:48 am, A man with bag arrives on the dock.

Paces for 22 minutes.

4:06 am, Ivan Amanti arrives in the powerboat.

He can barely stand on his feet.

Well, either he doesn't have sea-legs, or he's already feeling the CLV symptoms.

They talk for a minute.

Amanti tries to grab the bag.

Then there's a struggle.

Then Amanti climbs back into the boat, for something, and we can't figure out what's in his hand.

A rod, or stick?

Can't sharpen the image any more.

OK, so, 4:08 am, Amanti att*cks with that stick and then in the middle of the struggle he gets wounded himself.

Then our bad man runs off.

He's almost definitely infected.

Amanti gets back on the boat.

But what about the w*apon?

The bad man doesn't take it.

Hm, there wasn't a rod or anything down at the dock, just blood.

Hold on. There is something else.

Well, I'd say we have a witness.

A witness with a bad leg.

Where's he headed?

Oh, there is some fishing boats moored up in that direction.

Any of these fishermen have a limp?

That looks like a limp.

Sure does.

Dobar Dan. Little English?

We need to ask you a few questions.

About last night.

Uh...

A few questions, about last night.

I... I... I saw nothing.

I sleep below.

Nice boat hook.

Looks new.

When did you get that?

Look, please sir, this is important.

We're trying to save a man's life, and we need your help.

The big man fights the small man with the hook. Uh, the hook, uh... gets the big man in stomach.

And, uh... the small man, takes his bag, and, uh, walks away. Uh, big man uh... uh... gets back in the boat.

Goes to sleep.

Why didn't you phone the police?

Uh-uh, no.

I have a job.

I don't want get involved. No, no.

And the small man, what kind of car did he drive?

No car.

No, he left on foot.

OK, we need you to come with us.

What is that?

We need you to see a doctor.

Thanks.

Anything new?

I've watched that video twenty times, my eyes are beginning to cross.

Doesn't make sense, does it?

What's that?

Amanti wasn't carrying anything.

No dr*gs, no cash.

Nothing.

So he travels all the way from Tunis to Corfu, to here, to meet with our "small man" empty-handed.

The small man is carrying a canvas bag, maybe he was supposed to give Amanti something.

In exchange for?

If Amanti double-crossed him, that might explain why "small man" swings a boat hook into his stomach.

A boat hook!

What kind of w*apon is that?

An improvised one.

Which means our small man came to that meeting unharmed.

That sounds like a drug deal to you?

He's not a drug dealer.

He's a civilian.

Come on... pick up.

Pick up.

Luke, nice of you to join us.

What have you got?

Three set of prints were found on the boat hook.

Results just came in now.

No surprises on the first set of prints: The fisherman. Second set belongs to Amanti.

Which just leave us our civilian.

Nigel St. Clair.

Businessman.

His prints were in the EU visa system.

British national, from Hampstead, London.

So how does Mr. St. Clair finds himself on a beach in Croatia, at 4 am with a CLV infected drug mule?

We've got to call every car hire, hotel, holiday rental and yacht club on this island.

Let's spread the net.

Sebastian, what have you got?

Hey, um, Mr. St. Clair rented a SUV and a convertible for his holidays.

Either one of them have GPS?

Unfortunately not.

But the address on the car rental papers is for a private residence in Rukavac.

Text me the address.

Mrs. St. Clair?

Inspectors Costante and Strand.

We're here to speak with your husband, Nigel?

Uh... I'm... I'm sorry, but he's not here.

Would you like to come in?

Thank you.

Sure.

A man was k*lled last night.

We matched your husband's fingerprints to a w*apon found at the scene.

Oh, that's absurd.

You're not gonna ask who was k*lled?

Well, this has nothing to do with me or my husband, why should I?

Well, to make your story more convincing.

You should know, that every cop on this island is looking for your husband right now.

Mrs. St. Clair, we know you're covering for him, but there's not time to waste.

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

So, he could be dying right now?

He is not dying yet.

But he is infected, and contagious.

He needs medical intervention.

Sorry.

Hey, tell me.

Yesterday afternoon St. Clair made a large transfer from the UK to a bank here, on the island.

How large?

50,000 Euros.

I'll call you back.

Where is the child, Evelyne?

They have a boy. I saw the toys in the rental car.

Where is he? Evelyne, where is your son?

Oh God, please.

They said they'd k*ll him if we went to the police.

We can help you, but we need to know exactly what happened.

When did they take him?

Yesterday morning.

We went to the market, the three of us.

Robbie was beside me, and... ah, Nigel stopped to look at some trinkets or something and... when we turned around, Robbie was gone.

Uh, we thought he just... wandered off.

We searched and searched...

Nigel thought he... he was hiding somewhere, playing a game. But...

Oh, God, how could I have let go of his arm, how could I have done...

You did nothing wrong, OK? Nothing, nothing.

What happened next?

His mobile rang, it was the man who took him.

I... I... I... I just don't know how they got our... our number.

Well, portable scanner, they'd probably been following you for some time.

Oh God.

Do you have the phone now?

It's here.

They told Nigel to, ah, leave his mobile behind and... and to get a a disposable. They gave us a number to call.

I need that number.

I don't have it. Nigel said he'd call me.

This is very important, Evelyne.

What were the exact instructions?

Nigel was to go to the dock at 4 am this morning, carrying a bag with 50,000 Euros.

He did exactly as they said.

And they didn't have our son?

The man was supposed to have an address on the island where they were keeping Robbie.

Nigel had the cash, but the man didn't have the address, he... he just tried to take the bag.

Nigel said they... they fought, and he... he said he stabbed him with a...

When did you speak to your husband last?

Well, he came back early this morning.

He came back here?

To clean up and change.

His clothes, did you touch them?

No, he put them in the laundry basket, I didn't touch anything. I... and I kissed him, but...

Oh god, I kissed him goodbye.

OK.

We're gonna take care of everything.

Stay right here.

Are you thinking what I am?

The Maussan don't negotiate.

And they don't leave witnesses, he just got lucky.

The fact he k*lled Amanti may be the only thing keeping their son alive.

If he tries to bargain with them he could k*ll them both.

I don't want anything to happen to my boy.

I'm not gonna let that happen.

No, we are not.

Evelyne, we need your help.

We need your help to find your husband.

They said no police. I can't help you find Nigel!

I can't.

You think you can screw me?

Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you all day.

I was waiting for my man. For the money.

Yeah, I brought the money!

Your man tried to k*ll me.

You're lying.

I think I should k*ll your son right now.

No.

Please.

We had a deal.

Deal is off.

I still have the money.

You promised me.

Where is my son?

I'll give you a location.

You bring the money.

Last chance, ***.

I need proof that he's alive.

Let me talk to him.

I'll call you.

No!

This guy will do whatever he wants.

Be ready for tomorrow.

You want chips?

Yes, please.

Thank you.

Fanta?

Coffee.

Thanks.

How's Evelyne?

Michel's going to speak with her now.

No Sebastian.

Any sign of her husband?

Well, probably went into hiding for the night.

He knows we're looking for him.

I think we have to assume that he does.

Well, we could help him if he'd let us.

I don't think he's gonna take that chance.

Not if he thinks it risks the life of his son.

You OK?

Me?

I know this stirs you up.

Children, kidnapping.

Yeah, it does.

But I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

Exhale.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Evelyne St. Clair, my name is Michel Dorn.

I'm the... chief prosecutor for the International Criminal Court, in The Hague.

Surely, you're not going to charge my husband?!

No.

No, we just need to find him, so that we can help him, and help your son.

I just want to get back to the house.

I wanted you to come here so that you could see for yourself just how grave the danger is.

I see it.

You're concerned about the life of your son.

Well, wouldn't you be?

Yes, of course.

But your only chance at saving your son's life, is if we help you.

They told us they would k*ll my boy if we went to the police.

Regrettably.

These people, they do not leave witnesses.

You're just saying that to scare me, so that we will help you to contain this virus.

No, I am telling you the truth.

Your son's only chance of survival is if you let us help you.

And yes, every additional minute that your husband is out there, the greater the chance for a pandemic.

But we need your help.

And you need ours.

I want you to tell him that, when he calls.

Will you do it?

He may not call again.

Not if he thinks the police are looking for him.

Don't you sleep?

I couldn't even if I wanted to.

Not after all those espressos anyway.

Where are Luke and Arabela?

At the police station, circulating a photo of Mr. St. Clair.

We can't have local police touching him.

They've said he's a dangerous fugitive.

They're not to approach him, just call us if they see him.

I've got Mrs. St. Clair's phone relayed here. If he calls, I start an immediate trace.

You still think he will?

It's been 24 hours.

It's our best hope at finding him.

It better.

Anything?

Where's Ellie?

She'll be back. What do you need?

Arabela's got some bights on St. Clair's photos, she wants your help to check them out.

I'll let her know.

Hey.

What's your problem with me?

What?

You heard me.

Ah, just leave it, yeah?

No no, ever since I met you, you've been in my face.

Yeah, you hacked my phone.

Remember?

Seriously?

That story again?

It must be something more.

It's you.

Me?

Yeah. I've spent my whole life avoiding folk like you.

Folk like me? Well...

You may not have noticed, but without me, you wouldn't be getting anywhere.

You're just a mess, Sebastian.

A mess?

Oh, just because I'm not vain?

Just because I'm not an OCD metrosexual like you?

I mean, your whole life is one big shortcut.

You know, you're a law enforcement officer, who can't be bothered to follow the law.

You're a father who didn't know he was a father until your son was how old?

Seven?

And now that you know that you have a son, he's an afterthought.

Everyone can see that he comes last.

Do you think that he doesn't see that?

No, I'm sorry, but we need to work together, and I need to know that I can trust you.

Not just to get the job done, 'cause you're brilliant at that, you really are, but to get it done the right way.

If watched pots don't boil...

Sebastian, ready?

Got it.

OK.

Nigel?

It's me.

Darling, where are you?

All, I can't tell you is...

I'm gonna get him back.

I swear to you.

Anything?

North end of the island, she needs to keep him on the line.

OK, keep him talking.

Nigel, there's something very important you need to know.

That man you fought with, he was very ill.

He had a disease.

An infectious disease.

You're very sick, darling.

It's dangerous, and it's contagious.

Look, the police are here.

They just want to bring you and Robbie back safely.

No, the police are a death sentence for Robbie. They told us so.

You can't go near Robbie, Nigel. Do you understand?!

You're sick. It could k*ll him!

Don't make contact with anyone. Do you understand?

Don't go near Robbie!

Mr. St. Clair, this is Inspector Marco Costante, please, listen to me.

These men intend to k*ll your son, and that's why they double-crossed you yesterday at the dock.

I can bring him back to you and your wife, safely.

Alive.

I don't believe you.

No, listen to me, ple...

Sebastian, location?

No.

"The police are a death sentence for Robbie. They told us so."

I knew it. Th... there is something else in the background.

"No, the police are a death sentence for Robbie. They told us so."

Just need to strip out the voice layer, of the phone call.

A few other layers of sound beneath, depending on the distance away from the mobile's microphone.

Let's drop out all the other layers.

Well, seagulls, beach noises.

He's near the water.

Yeah, everywhere on this island you're near the water.

Last layer.

Is that a motor?

It's a catamaran.

Arabela.

Tell me.

We've found St. Clair's rented convertible.

You're at the catamaran terminal.

Yes, how did you know that?

We just figured it out.

That's where St. Clair was calling us from.

He's going to the mainland.

Taking CLV with him.

Daddy?

Oh, Robbie.

Are you all right?

Where are you?

I'm coming to get you, Robbie.

Right now.

It's all gonna be...

Daddy, are you OK?

Sorry.

I've...

I've caught a cold, darling.

Imagine.

Going on holiday, and... and Daddy getting sick.

But I'll see you soon.

Daddy loves you.

I love you too.

Never forget, Daddy loves you.

OK?

Robbie?

Robbie?

You have proof of life.

I'm... but I...

Shut up and listen.

There.

We're on final approach.

They're checking each passenger one by one, at least until we can confirm whether St. Clair was on board.

There he is.

Nigel St. Clair!

Stop! Stop it! Hey.

I'm here to help you, find your son.

You can't help me. They said it needs to be me.

No, no.

There's another way. Trust me.

No, you have to let me go.

It's too late for me.

I can feel it.

No, we can still save your life.

Without my son, I have no life.

You have to let me go to him.

Please.

Right. Let's try this again.

Do you have any kings?

No.

Then you say, "Go fish".

Nadji ribu.

What did you say?

That's "Go fish" in Croatian.

Nadji ribu.

Nagee reboo?

Do you have any aces?

Are you crazy, Ludo?

What's wrong?

He is not your friend. Stop doing this before Kasun hears you.

Yeah.

Costante?

Yeah, it's Marco.

We're all here. How is he?

Well, he needs to go to a hospital, but he insists he wants to complete the drop. To save his son.

If anyone else shows up, they'll k*ll the boy.

But, if we allow him to go, then there is an increased risk of infection.

Especially for you, Costante.

I'll be careful.

I'll need Luke and Arabela to come with me.

Do it.

You look like a boiled cat.

Where's my son?

Come with me.

They didn't bring the boy.

Disgusting pig!

Drop the g*n!

Arabela, go check what's up the road.

The boy may be close by.

Go!

No more babysitting.

We're not hurting the boy.

Stay down!

Police! Drop your w*apon!

Don't move!

Where's the boy?

Where's the boy?!

Where's the boy?

Are you OK?

Someone's been looking for you.

Let's go.

I'm sorry, kid.

What are you doing?

Somebody wants to talk to you.

Nigel?

It's your son.

Daddy?

Daddy, I'm free.

Robbie, I'm sorry but your dad can't talk right now.

They said he can't talk right now.

OK.

Let's go.

Mommy!

Robbie!

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Don't worry, but I've got to run.

Thank you.

Bye bye Erik.

Hey!

Good to see you.

Dad, you're squeezing too tight.

Oh, that's just because I missed you so much.

Let's go.

So what's new?

How was school? What did you do?

Nothing.

You can't have done nothing.

We went all over the ***.

That's cool.

How about we go...

OK. That sounds cool.

Yeah.