03x08 - Heat

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In five, four, three, two...

Get down!

Get down on the ground!

Down on the ground! Now!

On your knees!

Get down!

OK, OK!

Now!

Hands on your head!

Do it!

Where is it?

Dunno what you're talking about.

Bullshit. Search him.

Negative. He doesn't have it.

Find out if he ever did.

What the hell is that?

Shut up!

It reads 5.3 microelectron volts.

Guess what, dickhead?

You're radioactive.

We know you had the polonium.

Now where is it?

Bernard.

Mon compère !

How long has it been?

July 1, 1994.

I still send him postcards.

Oh, no!

Oh, you do?

To decorate the inside of his jail cell over Christmas.

1994. You're talking about Vladko Vladic, the Bosnian w*r criminal?

He was trying to get his hands on a thermo-nuclear device.

Until Bernard stopped him.

And then Dorn nailed his ass to the wall.

Christophe Bernard, Carine Strand.

Your reputation precedes you.

That was Carine's Cross Border Unit that caught that smuggler in Brussels.

Bernard will lead our search for the missing polonium.

Monsieur Bernard, it's an honor.

Well, let's get to it, shall we?

Bridgewater nuclear plant in southwest England.

I've been to Bridgewater, it rained.

They run their security checks every two hours.

At 6:03 this morning, the system alerted the staff that polonium 210 had gone missing from the laboratory.

The most toxic substance on the planet.

Million times more potent than cyanide.

They've run through all their protocols, and they do believe that it has been stolen.

Bridgewater notified Scotland Yard, MI5, MI6, and when that all came out blank, four hours later, they called us.

I'm worried it might leave the country.

With good reasons. As it turns out.

How did you locate him?

We checked for all known smugglers leaving the UK, on trains, planes, headed for the United States, Middle East, Europe.

And the search threw up Enrico Fazio.

He's a high-level smuggler. He normally smuggles weapons.

CCTV caught him boarding the Eurostar from London St. Pancras shortly after 5 am.

He was carrying a small package.

It fits the time of the robbery.

And when you apprehended him in Brussels, his radiation levels were through the roof but he was empty-handed?

We think he passed it on shortly before we found him.

Spectrometer picks up nothing in the surrounding area.

Energy signature is masked.

Whoever this is, definitely knows what he's doing.

But, we understand the damage this could do.

It's my understanding polonium needs to be ingested inhaled, or swallowed.

Correct.

But, even a grain of it, uh, would destroy your major organs, DNA, immune system.

It's a slow terrifying way to go.

Regrettably, Bridgewater's presumption is that a good deal more than that is gone missing.

How much?

3 grams.

In the wrong hands, that is enough to wipe out half a major city.

Where's your suspect?

Just out of decontamination.

So you picked up the polonium, in England, used whichever border guards on your payroll to blag security.

Nuclear sh*t? Me?

You were in Brussels for 14 minutes, before we picked you up.

What happened to the case you had?

Must have dropped it while you lot were chasing me.

Why run if you had nothing?

I need the exercise.

We could get some together, eh?

Look, a hell of a lot of people are gonna die just 'cause you want to cover your ass.

f*ck you!

Not my problem.

Just let me go.

Feeling all right?

You don't look too well.

Apart from the police harassment, I'm all good.

I had nothing on me.

So you got nothing on me.

Nothing but abnormally high radiation levels.

Never ceases to astound me.

That son of a bitch would willingly sacrifice lives, thousands of them, just to keep himself out of jail.

We're wasting time.

Release him.

He has information that we need.

And you have zero proof.

We'll let him stew for a bit, we'll try again later.

And next time say "pretty please" with cherries on top?

At 8:34

Fazio arrived at Bruxelles-Midi, presumably with the polonium.

After a 28 minute journey by helicopter you apprehend him, in Brussels, at 8:48.

That is 14 minutes after his arrival.

My team responded appropriately.

Given the circumstances.

Obviously you were going as fast as you could.

Shame though, 14 minutes faster, and this whole thing would be over.

CCTV has him leaving the platform with the case.

So Fazio disposed of it, in or around the train station, in that 14 minute-window.

We retraced his path from the train station to where we picked him up.

Nothing dropped or stashed.

We're working with the supposition that he passed it on to someone.

Ellie and Sebastian have been going through the station's CCTVs.

Mm-hm.

How many cameras?

Six down, seven to go, sir.

Stop.

Stop here.

Wasn't Fazio wearing a brown leather jacket?

There, passing the bag to that woman.

How long to ID her?

If we run facial recognition across all footage, seven, eight minutes, maybe.

Come on, people.

I'm an old man, with failing eyes.

Our precious duet, can we dispatch them to the chopper?

To get a head start this time.

Of course.

Yes.

I'm fine.

He's direct.

And he will presume control.

If he deems it necessary.

Should I have had the chopper, up in the air waiting?

No.

How could you ever know the polonium would surface in Europe?

Doesn't help that we need Bernard to spot Fazio.

He's renowned for a good reason.

This is still your team.

If he can help us find the polonium, that's all I care about.

Come on, faster, or I'll trade you in.

Got her.

Where is that bus going?

Brussels-Liège, departed 1 hour 32 minutes ago.

What stops does it make?

It's a direct shuttle but it has two more rest stops: Hélécine and Waremme.

We won't make Hélécine in time.

Waremme it is.

I'll notify quarantine.

Caren, you'll liaise with local police.

No uniforms of course.

Of course.

And it's Carine.

It's one of those names.

Oh, no.

Children.

Seconds away.

Position check.

In position.

Where's the Hazmat team?

En route.

We've got visual. She's coming off the bus.

Great. She's seen us.

Move!

Move!

Hey!

Hey! Hey, hey, hey!

Stop the car!

Stop the car!

Hey! Hey! Get down!

Stop. Stop! Get down on the ground!

Get down on the ground!

Down!

Down! Get down!

Stay where you are!

Hands on the ground! Nobody touch her!

Down!

Suspect secured.

Where are the hazmats?

Gounia, c'est Bernard. Où que c'est qu'ils sont ?

Botte leur le cul, veux-tu ?

***

They're forty minutes away.

Luke, quarantine is forty minutes away.

What? Still?

Twenty, will a police escort.

On it.

We can't wait!

Tell them to open it.

Unprotected from the radiation? No.

We know the container is sealed.

We know that it was.

If the polonium is not in that bag, the man who has it is getting further away.

Thousands at risk.

Simple equation.

Bag secured.

Arabela?

Arabela, open the door.

It's my turn or you'll never shut up about it.

Get out of the car!

Arabela?

Get out of the car!

Arabela!

All right, this is what you signed up for.

Open the bag.

Arabela, you don't have to do it.

Get out of the car, Arabela.

Arabela, open the door.

Open the bag.

Arabela?

This is a direct order!

Arabela, don't do it!

Don't! Just open the door!

Fridge magnets.

What?

Confirming: the bag is a decoy, over.

Your team must have missed something.

Do I need to go through all the CCTV myself?!

Another dead end.

She's trained to know nothing.

And Hazmat says she's clean.

No radiation exposure?

Whoever Fazio gave the polonium to, it wasn't her.

Well that was just a decoy to distract us from the real bag.

Looks like an old smuggler's manoeuvre, to throw interested parties off the scent.

And while every passing second nears nuclear catastrophe, the ICC's elite investigators are drinking their lattes with chocolate sprinkles.

We do not need a reminder of the time constraint, Monsieur Bernard.

So, what are we waiting for?

We all know Fazio gave the 210 to someone.

I've watched every last frame of the CCTV, there was no sign of Fazio interacting with anyone.

So, girl, boys, a round of applause to Fazio, magician.

He made the 210 disappear.

I don't have to listen to this sh*t.

We'll keep looking.

It's OK.

Hello?

Arabela, can you do something for me?

Sure.

I need you to check out Brussels Souvenirs.

So, let me get this right. You can risk your life, but I can't?

I'm just saying, I prefer some kind of a discussion first.

Like when you jumped in front of a moving vehicle without warning me first?

Double standards.

Well, sue me for having my partner's back.

Hello.

Inspector Arabela Seeger with the ICC.

Do you recognize this woman?

This bag, you sold any recently?

Yes, just this morning.

And, what about this man?

Yes, to him.

He left without taking his change.

Did you see him interact with anybody?

No.

Can you tell us what time he was here?

Sure. Just a second.

Here... 11:14.

That is not good.

Fazio bought four of the same bags, and every fridge magnets they had, slapped on 200€ and walked.

He hands the four identical bags to couriers...

Only one of them contained the polonium.

It's a precision operation designed to drain our resources.

Señor Fazio you certainly accomplished a lot in that 14 minutes we allowed you.

So, we need to establish which of the bags has the polonium.

So that we can eliminate the other three.

Locating any of the bags at this stage, would be something of an accomplishment.

Excellent work. Keep me informed.

You're still there?

Yes, still here.

Good. I want to try something.

We're just outside the shop. What do you need?

We know Fazio was there, right?

I want to retrace the route he would have taken from the station.

En route. What are we looking for?

Keep going.

There should be a pedestrian walkway.

To our right.

Keep going.

Yes.

What is it?

I lost you on the CCTV.

And that's a good thing, Tech Support?

It is if you see a camera anywhere.

Private security footage.

Got one!

Use your famous English charm and maybe they'll let you take a look.

There he is.

And we didn't have this hours ago, because?

Until Carine identified the souvenirs' shop, we didn't have Fazio's route.

Look.

Wait, freeze.

One of those men has the hot bag.

Now we just have to ID and find him.

Already on it.

Very good.

Sebastian is running facial recognition on the couriers at the café.

Two of them are in the criminal database as known associates of Fazio.

They will be difficult to track.

Marco, Luke and Arabela are out there trying to find him now.

Every police bureau across Europe has been fully briefed.

And third man?

His face wasn't fully to camera. We got, ah, a partial profile, he's distinctive, Sebastian's hopeful.

Well, you are making progress.

Not fast enough.

What's wrong?

Not here.

What do you have?

That Hazmat team that was a no-show... ?

Yeah.

I called them like you asked.

Good. They give a reason for the screw up?

Well, here's the thing: it wasn't them who screwed up.

They were told to go to the service station in Hélécine.

Not Waremme.

By Bernard.

You're certain?

He directed them to the wrong place.

And he was there when we said Waremme.

It was very clear.

You've got to pull him out on this.

What good would it do? He made a mistake.

That could have cost the lives of Arabela, and Luke, and everyone else for miles away!

I know that!

It's kinda hard to forgive given the perfection he demands!

Stop!

OK.

If we hit back it could start a w*r.

That would jeopardize the investigation.

So that's it?

We just let it go.

Anything on the third courier?

Enhanced and mirrored the image to recreate the other side of his face.

Nice. Any hits?

Cross-refed against the database, but came up blank.

Looks like he's got no criminal record.

Carine? This man...

William Mason, plant coordinator.

Scotland Yard cleared all suspects at the Bridgewater plant, with the opportunity and know-how to extract polonium 210.

He has no technical skills.

Hence they ruled him out.

What makes him interesting?

Well, he travelled in Belgium twice in the past month.

That is interesting.

Get this information to Marco.

Nice work, Ellie.

Hold still, back, and swing through.

Not bad, darling. Not bad. OK, Jack?

William Mason?

Bill, normally.

Inspector Marco Costante.

ICC.

So, you're aware of what happened at the nuclear plant this morning?

Phone's been ringing off the hook.

No one can believe it.

The entry logs state you were at the plant and with the access to the laboratory at the time the polonium was stolen.

You can't seriously think...

Yes, I was there.

But what use would I have with polonium 210?

In any case, I don't have the training.

Well, you worked there a long time.

Irradiating bismuth with high energy neutrons isn't an act you pick-up along the way.

You travelled in Belgium twice in the past month.

And we know the stolen goods were smuggled into Belgium this morning.

Is that just a coincidence?

Yes, it is.

I go to Belgium periodically to visit a friend.

What friend?

John Korsten.

He worked at the plant until he took redundancy.

And you've been to visit him... twice, in the last four weeks?

Johnny's in ill-health.

And we don't know how long he has left.

And as he has no family...

Look, I can assure you, I have nothing to do with any nuclear terrorism.

You should go back to your kids.

Good luck, finding who's behind this.

Find out everything you can about a John Korsten.

Former employee at Bridgewater alongside Mason.

Now a resident of Belgium.

Give me a minute.

That's him.

The third man.

Monsieur Bernard?

Korsten, the courier we couldn't ID.

What was Korsten's job?

Technical engineer.

OK, would he be capable of extracting the polonium?

Yes. Of course.

That is, if we ignore the fact that he hasn't worked at the plant for years.

Mason's taken two trips to Belgium a month for the past year and a half.

He definitely had the opportunity.

What if Korsten was teaching him how to extract the polonium?

That's why Mason's been going to Belgium, for lessons.

Mason steals the polonium, he gives it to Fazio, Fazio smuggles it across to Korsten.

Sebastian, get Luke and Arabela, they need to abort the search for the other couriers.

Sir?

The police have just advised me that they had spotted one of the other couriers at the German border.

I won't close the door on that.

No.

Sir, all of our resources have to be devoted to Korsten. He's got hours on us.

I've heard nothing conclusive.

What about Mason and Korsten's motive?

I'll find out.

Well, when that time comes, we'll know whether to drop our other two suspects.

With all due respect, sir, there are no other suspects.

Korsten has the polonium.

You don't know that.

Yes, sir, I do.

There are two couriers with no connection to the plant, and one whose best friend was in the laboratory this morning.

Chasing around after two more decoy bags is exactly what they want us to do.

I'll take your input under advisement.

Monsieur Bernard, that is not good enough.

We need to concentrate on Korsten.

If you cannot follow orders, I will have you dismissed!

Include Korsten in the manhunt as you wish, but my orders as of now, are to keep tracking all three couriers.

This is madness.

I don't care how brilliant Bernard is supposed to be, but, he's just mad that we figured it out despite him.

He just said it himself, thousands of lives at stake.

We can't afford to risk splitting our manpower just to satisfy an old man's ego.

The best friend a guy can have.

What does he want, Daddy?

Thirty-six trips to Brussels in the last eighteen months, Mr. Mason.

Get in the car. All of you.

Yes.

I know you took the polonium.

That's ludicrous.

Your friend, Korsten, had the expertise to extract the polonium. He taught you how.

Believe me, Johnny's been in no condition to teach me anything.

No one suspected the, uh, unequipped plant coordinator.

You were able to steal the polonium, and give it to Fazio, before anyone notice it was gone.

Can we not do this in front of my children?

Fazio, god awful man.

Johnny insisted on using him because of his connections at Customs.

OK, the only piece of this I can't put together is... why?

It's not what you think.

Nothing bad is gonna happen.

Back when Johnny worked at the plant, the equipment fell into disrepair.

Cracks in pressurized teeter sleeves, corrosion of reactors...

Weren't there inspections?

It got swept under the carpet.

They kept saying repairs are coming, upgrades...

Then faulty equipment caused a fire.

They were stuck in the reactor for hours.

Exposed to radioactive isotopes.

Who's "they"?

Five people on Johnny's team.

He's the only one still alive.

And they all d*ed as a result of the radiation exposure?

All five k*lled by cancer before they reach fifty.

Quite a coincidence.

The plant's owners denied culpability.

Blamed it on human error.

Johnny tried everything.

The newspaper even had the whole story.

And?

They refused to publish at the last minute.

What does Korsten intend to do with the polonium?

To show people how unsafe the plant is.

He thought if people could see how easy it was to, steal something as deadly pol 210, they'd demand accountability for what happened.

But if going public was his intention he would have done it by now.

I think Korsten lied to you.

So, what you are saying is that you will have to disobey Bernard's orders.

To save lives.

You cannot trust him to bring this home.

His achievements are worthy of great esteem.

What he is doing here is not.

His natural instincts remain sound, he picked that man out of the crowd when none of us could.

But there is an inability to follow lateral trains of thoughts.

He lashes out at people failing memory.

Yes.

Yes, I... I saw some of that.

Sad.

Getting old is not funny.

I don't take this lightly.

Oh, I don't for a moment presume that you do.

You are certain, yes?

Right now, on his orders, Luke and Arabela are out there, chasing down suspects that we know don't have the polonium.

Well, I will speak with him.

I'd rather that you didn't.

I wanted you to know.

You're his friend.

He is my responsibility.

I will handle it.

All right.

Thank you.

I mean, what is important, what matters, is that we save lives.

Carine?

Remember what I said, this is your team.

This is it.

Very good you two.

We got him.

How long was I gone?

One hundred threatening emails from Korsten to the Hele Wereld, this Brussels-based newspaper.

That must be the newspaper that had the story and then k*lled it.

Korsten's anger at them, his fury... we got him.

Notify the newspaper, and start evacuation procedures.

Notify the Feds, and mobilize your team to secure the newspaper.

Shouldn't we consider other possible targets before committing of all resources?

Two years of threatening emails, it's not enough for you?

If he's this angry at the newspaper, imagine how he must feel about the people who caused the death of his friends. The owners of the plant.

Such as?

The people who did the safety checks, the inspectors who overlooked...

Nuclear catastrophe is imminent, and unless you have something more to offer than speculation, mobilize your team, and secure the God damn newspaper!

Yes, sir.

Do as he says.

But get Marco back here.

Alert the local police, and divert Luke and Arabela to Korsten's home.

And find me something else.

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[ KORSTEN'S HOME, Belgium ]

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Mr. Korsten?

Mr. Korsten, it's the police. We need to talk to you.

Clear.

Clear.

Not exactly a hoarder, is he?

No.

Hey.

Schematics.

Diagnostics. Some kind of building.

IVE.

"IVE"?

IVE, corporation in the Brussels business district.

I'll get you the coordinates now.

What else do we know?

Turns out the Bridgewater plant was sold three years ago.

Yep, they owned four plants before getting out of nuclear power with a giant profit.

Are there any personnel remaining from that time?

You could say that.

IVE's CEO earned his stripes as section chief of their nuclear arm.

So he controlled the Bridgewater nuclear plant while Korsten worked there?

Yeah, affirmative.

OK, Brussels business district. Let's go! Punch it!

What have you got?

It's a map.

Yeah, but a map of what?

These, they don't look like streets.

No.

This is underground.

Schematics of the tunnel system underneath the city.

They run right underneath the IVE headquarters.

Is that Korsten's way into the building?

Uh, Monsieur Bernard? Monsieur Bernard?

The police want to know, what are the most likely ways for Korsten to deploy the polonium?

I've told them this.

It has to be ingested. For a building the size of a newspaper, air conditioning, or the water supply.

Thank you, sir.

He's going for their water supply.

sh*t.

He's going for the water supply.

You're about to hit traffic.

You're better off on foot.

Better get moving. The building is two blocks south of your position.

Mon équipe est sur les lieux.

Elle procèdera à l'arrestation. Over.

How far are they from the newspaper?

Carine's going straight through to voicemail, sir, same with Marco.

It must be the signal.

Where are they?

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[ IVE HEADQUARTERS - Brussels, Belgium ]

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Sebastian, talk to me.

Take the parking ramp, down to sub level 3.

There.

You do know it's a crime to withhold information during an investigation?

Didn't think you wanted to hear it, sir. if you're wrong and people die... the world... fault... Get them again.

They're underground.

Well, try again.

Sorry, there's no signal, they're underground.

Stuff you can do on this thing, and you can't get a phone call through?

Access to the water supply?

Up here, to the right.

Go.

Come on, connect.

Yes.

I wouldn't come any closer.

OK, get your hands up in the air where we can see them.

I suggest you leave now if you want to live.

You got visual?

Take the sh*t.

Johnny?

It's OK.

We just want to talk to you.

Seems I have their attention.

Yes.

Yes, you do.

There was a time when I wanted to talk.

Now I've settled on a more direct approach.

What are you waiting for, Inspector? sh**t!

The polonium is too close to the water supply.

I know what happened to you and your friends.

Do you? f*ck!

We know everything, I spoke to Bill.

What do you know?

You know about Ida Sharp, mother of three boys, dead at 48?

How about Nick Osbourne, worked here three months, dead at 52.

Terrible thing.

You know about this?

Elizabeth Fry, Paul Samson, Aziz Kahn... ?

You're getting this?

Yeah.

All dead.

All m*rder*d.

We'll help.

Bring those responsible to justice.

It's too late. It's too f*cking late!

They k*lled my team, they k*lled the story, and they made one mistake.

They didn't k*ll me fast enough.

You won't get another chance.

Take the God damn sh*t!

I'm ordering you to take the sh*t, now!

I'm not taking the sh*t.

Because he's not going through with it.

What happened?

What the hell happened?

You wanna make your point.

I get that.

You want justice.

It's not gonna happen here.

I'll go to my death, clinging, to the happy thought of their suffering.

328 people in this building.

How many of them are responsible for what happened to you?

You'll be k*lling hundreds of innocent people.

Secretaries, accountants, the cleaning staff.

The good people.

Just like your friends.

They don't deserve this.

Just like you didn't.

You will be heard.

Not like this.

It's over.

Jesus Christ.

Hey.

Thank you.

Good to see that someone's judgement remains sound.

You made the right choice.

Hell of a last job.

Last?

I don't want to, ah, outstay my welcome.

In my report, I will make it clear I lost control.

Thank you, for your service, Monsieur Bernard.

Good night.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Your lights will never dim... they may have to drag you out of here, Dorn.

But, I'm celebrating my retirement.

Celebrating?

Oh no!

So that means, that I will have to buy. Oh God!

Erik's pretending to be asleep, while secretly watching movies on his phone.

Well, a chip of the old block.

You're staring.

Huh?

Nothing.

Listen, um, I respect what you said the other day.

Certain things you might have a point about.

You smashed it today, mate.

Oh yeah?

Yeah. Best damn IT department in town.

Cheers to that.

She never talks about herself.

You know? Normally, all that time spent together, you find out... stuff.

What stuff?

Dunno, like...

Like, has she got a boyfriend, you know?

Arabela?

No. No boyfriend.

Thank you.

So, um, I just wanted to say that, um, you are up there.

Up where?

One of the best people I've ever worked with.

You're not too bad yourself.

Oh...

Look, this probably isn't the, uh, most professional thing that I've ever done, but, um...

Yeah, I just wanted to know if you, maybe...

One second. Just one second.

Hi.

I'm... I'm OK.