03x10 - Enemy of the People

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Come on!

Really? So why French?

You are still with us, Wilkinson?

Well, I couldn't leave without giving him a whipping first.

Ah!

Yes!

You were saying?

Oh dear.

Yeah.

Tension's still there. I don't want to lose him.

And Costante, it's his sister?

Yeah.

No leads.

This was a good idea to have us for a drink.

It's a good team.

Come on!

I don't want it to break up.

Teams like this stay together, despite, and sometimes because of adversity.

Can you turn this up, please?

... players of both sides, were filing down the tunnel, shortly after Legia's victory this afternoon, when the expl*si*n happened.

The source of the blast is, at this stage, unclear.

But it's believed to have originated from the home changing room.

This is what we have from moments before.

Fredi, how difficult has it been to keep your mind on the football, with all the abuse you've received?

It's been tough, I'm not gonna lie.

We just keep playing our game, and hope people will see beyond the color of our skin.

Well, your all-action display in mid-field would've hurt.

Congratulations, you've been named man of the match.

Thank you, but I cannot accept this. It's gotta go to my teammate.

This is the real star here.

Uh, one more question, please. One more question.

Er, do you feel Legia has turned a corner with this recent victory?

Yeah, yeah, I do.

Uh, things are gonna be different now.

We're going up.

Well, thank you and good luck.

Well, Fredi and the team have played like absolute champions today, and I...

The b*mb went off in their locker room.

Manager and one player dead, six players injured, one... very seriously.

Kalifa Konare, he lost his leg above the knee.

The local police are claiming are claiming international terrorism, which is where we fit in.

Has anyone claimed it?

No.

Police could be trying to deflect attention from the far-right element.

Black players are abused in grounds all over Europe.

So, it might be racially motivated?

Legia Lubin was recently bought by a Malaysian businessman, named Victor Arshad.

Foreign ownership of football clubs in Poland is very unusual.

And the fan base isn't exactly crazy about the idea.

Demonstrations, boycotts, the ultras have also been known to send death threats to both Kalifa Konare and Fredi Diagho.

They're recent signings from Mali.

What are ultras?

Hooligan fans, most of them are far-right activists.

They look like a very nice group of people.

These players from Mali are seen as a symbol of Arshad's ownership.

What do we know about the device?

Luke and I are heading down to talk to forensics, Marco and Arabela, head to the hospital.

Let's figure this out.

People from here can't understand how such a tragedy has happened.

My son is dead. They have taken my little boy.

The question on everybody's lips, is why?

We're still waiting on frag and chemical residue analysis, but right now, they think it was a small pipe b*mb.

It makes sense.

Probably made using fertilizer as based expl*sive.

It's crude, but effective at this range.

Any idea what the trigger was?

They say it was a cellphone.

Pipe b*mb like this could be triggered from anywhere.

What's the security like here?

Well, it was recently upgraded because of threats towards the Malian players and the owner.

Is there any entry logs, any security footage?

It's on its way.

So, we have an expl*sive that anyone with access to the internet can make, that could be triggered from anywhere.

Loving those odds.

A pipe b*mb is usually packed with ball bearings, nuts, and bolts.

This one had glass in it.

Is that weird?

Well, glass doesn't show up very well on x-rays, so, that makes surgeries very hard.

That's horrible.

So, if this att*ck was racially motivated, isn't pipe b*mb a little bit...

Indiscriminate?

Right.

Two white men dead as well.

But the b*mb was placed in Kalifa Konare's locker.

Maybe they misjudged the size of the expl*si*n.

Or that he would survive.

Mr. Diagho?

I'm Inspector Marco Costante, with the International Criminal Court.

Inspector Arabela Seeger.

No more police.

Mr. Diagho, we just want to ask you a couple of questions regarding yesterday's events.

The national police in Mali are notoriously corrupt.

He has no reason to trust us.

You don't have to say anything.

But if you want to, I'll be right here.

It should have been me.

What did they do, these animals?

You will be looked after.

Whatever he needs, and his family.

You must be Mr. Arshad?

Inspector Seeger and Costante from the ICC.

We would just like to ask a couple of questions.

What is mine is at your disposal.

Thanks.

Go home. Get some rest.

I'll stay with Kalifa.

Yes, Arshad.

Maybe we should step outside.

It is my fault.

For bringing them to this country.

I sold them a dream of a... civilized society.

But these savages will never accept us because we're a different color.

You think this was a racially motivated att*ck?

What else?

I brought my money to Poland to help Legia to get into Europe, the Champion's League.

Polish people I love, they welcome me, they welcome my family.

But these... ultras, I do not even call them supporters, they're like a, disease.

What a nerve.

Do you know this man?

Miroslaw Cena.

The manager you fired shortly after you bought the club?

After 15 years of service.

I had no choice.

He is the ring leader of these ultras.

Please, you find who did this.

And bring them to justice.

Oh, we intend to.

It's always cold here.

Where are you from?

My father is from Nigeria, but I grew up in Holland, so, I'm used to it.

Could you go back to Mali?

No, I could not.

When my village heard I was going to be a footballer in Europe it was the proudest day in my father's life.

To return as a failure would bring disgrace to my family.

You could change clubs.

Maybe Spain or Italy.

Maybe one day.

I wait for Arshad to tell me where to go next.

Arshad doesn't own you.

Yes.

My registration belongs to him.

It was not Legia who bought me from AS Bamako, it was Arshad himself who paid for the transfer fee.

One man cannot own another.

European clubs do not come to Mali to look for players.

Arshad gave me my dream.

Without him I would have nothing.

Turn in here.

Miroslaw Cena?

I'm Carine Strand, this is Inspector Costante.

Any budding Lewandowskis?

Bonieks, that's who we are really looking for.

I've got coffee in my office. Please.

Is this real?

Boniek's shirt.

I played with him, you know.

You played with Zibì Boniek?

Yeah, briefly at Widzew Lódz.

You should have seen this guy. He was... he was the fastest ever.

At Juventus, they used to call him Bello di notte.

And today, one hundred million, just for his bad foot.

How come you're no longer manager of Legia?

How come...

I left because of a... let's just say because of a difference of opinion.

And was this difference of opinion with Victor Arshad?

To do with your connection, to the right-wing followers of the club?

Is that what he told you?

Well, he didn't have to. They're still chanting your name at games.

And what can I do about that?

They're lunatics.

But they love me because they think I am like them.

A Lubin boy... a small-town boy who became somebody.

So you're denying that your conflict with Arshad had anything to do with the players from Mali?

I don't deny sh*t.

So you did have a problem with Konare and Diagho.

Damn right I had a problem.

Because they were immigrants, because they were black?

Come on!

Because f*cking Arshad told me that I must select them every game, no matter what!

They both had to play?

Even if their form was bad, if other players were better?

Right!

So, I had to resign.

I don't care if it's...

Diagho, Boniek or Lionel Messi.

The manager picks the team. Period.

Otherwise, how do you look your players in the eyes?

Ah...

This is more than football. Too much money.

Too many suits thinking they know better than people who live for this game.

For Arshad, Legia is just a business deal.

But for me, that club was my life.

I would rather blow myself up.

Why would Arshad play the Malians in every game?

If he puts them on display, would he get more money when he sold them on?

As a club owner, he'd profit from the sale of any of his players.

Ellie, I need you to look into Victor Arshad.

Personal, business, whatever you can find.

Sit.

Djablani, from the Baobab tree.

My mother sends it for strength.

Thank you.

I must check on Konare.

Fredi, the b*mb was found in Konare's locker, can you explain that?

I understand that you're frightened, but if you know anything which could help, anything which is relevant, you have to tell me.

Fredi...

Get down!

Let's turn this monkey's trailer over!

Hang on!

Luke, I need your help!

Luke, get here, now!

Police, stop!

Police!

Hey! Stay down!

Down!

You OK?

Yeah.

Oy!

What about the others?

He'll do.

He was calling the sh*ts.

Are you hurt?

No.

They're gone. It's OK.

Please.

Can you take me to the hospital?

Konare is not so good.

Of course.

Old school.

What is?

Powder residue.

Gunpowder.

What kind of glass is this?

The same black glass surgeons pulled out of the victims.

That's the b*mb?

Yeah.

Someone must have swapped the real bottle for this one during the game.

Where's the man-of-the-match champagne usually stored?

In their broadcasting truck.

In the executive car park.

I've got CCTV... here.

I've isolated and ID'd everyone who passed through the executive entrance.

They're mostly execs, business men, no one of any interest, except Eddie Belka.

He has a string of convictions for stalking footballers including breaking and entrance into a footballer's house.

He has a Twitter ban, and is excluded from numerous football clubs, including Legia.

So, he shouldn't even have been at the game.

He probably got round the ban by paying ticket touts through the nose for VIP seats.

Forward to Carine's address.

Yeah.

Do you think I should wear black to the funeral?

Or maybe, uh, a suit in Legia colours.

I think it's gonna be family only.

Oh, they want me there.

Mr. Belka, did you send a tweet to the footballer, Fredi Diagho, "You make me sick. I hope you die in a f*cking car crash."

I... I didn't mean it like that.

But those are your words.

Football. Football is pure emotion.

Right?

But it can spill over into the unhealthy, like when you were banned from the English grounds for attacking that linesman.

Oh! Come on, lady, it was like ten yards off side, at least.

And I was angry before... before the diagnosis, before the meds.

Oh.

Uh, I... I'm good now.

I'm... I'm good right now. I'm fine.

Everything is like... uh... that day, Diagho, cost us derby against our local rival.

He was sent off after seven minutes for a punch.

That's why we lost.

We lose, uh... 4:0.

That's the problem with these foreign players, huh?

I mean, they just don't know what it means.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you're f*cking right.

Huh?

Last time I...

I couldn't leave my house, like, for weeks.

After that defeat. Do they hurt like this?

You want... you want to show them how it feels sometimes? Huh?

You know, like how... how you feel, what's the pain you're going through?

You mean, like, uh, hurt a Legia player?

Hey, if he's not giving everything for the cause, why not? I mean, f*ck him! Ha!

Are you high?

Not right now, no.

Once a man puts on the shirt, he is my brother, for life!

And you don't f*ck with family!

Do you mind if I... please?

No, no, no, no, no, no!

You can't!

OK.

You can't touch anything, please.

Take it easy. All right, look, Ah. putting it back. OK.

There you go.

Ah.

Can I take a photo?

OK.

This guy is no more a k*ller than I am. We're wasting our time.

Maybe.

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm not sure yet.

But I know Sebastian is gonna love these.

He tested negative for any expl*sive residue. This is his file.

It's a bit light for the leader of a g*ng of football hooligans.

Speeding violations.

Does that strike you as odd?

You're a real tough guy.

A n*zi-sympathizing football hooligan who's comfortable with attacking a player's home for the color of his skin.

I just protect my country from immigrant scum.

And what a noble cause that is.

Mercedes S Class. That's a nice set of wheels.

Now, I don't know very much about cars, but, how much would a vehicle like that set you back?

Ninety, hundred thousand Euros?

Isn't that right, Artur ?

It's not my car.

It's strange that you've got no records of working for Berlian Legia, and yet there you are.

Driving their Merc.

So, I do a little driving work off the books.

Arrest me for tax evasion.

Or you can suck my d*ck.

Such a beautiful language, isn't it?

The passenger, who is he?

A client.

Named?

By the way, can I see your tattoos?

Tattoos are mandatory for the Legia ultras, right?

Swastikas, Legia Lubin badges, nationalist symbols.

Yet, you're clean as a whistle.

Fancy explaining that?

It's a distraction.

So, the att*ck on the caravan was a fake?

No, the att*ck was real enough, but Slomski is no more a right-wing activist than I am.

He has no priors, no battle scars, not even a stadium ban.

Look at this photo of him here.

So not only a distraction, a misdirection designed to give us a credible alternative, to the real bomber.

Yeah, but who's doing the misdirecting?

Who's that?

He said a client.

Did you get me anything on Victor Arshad?

As much as I could. He doesn't leave a trail.

Arabela, where are you?

I'm at the hospital.

Konare is in a very bad way.

Did you get anything out of Diagho?

I get the feeling he's hiding something. He's just too scared to tell me.

What does your instinct say?

It's something about Arshad.

He talks about him like he's this great savior. I'm just not buying it.

OK. We're on the same page. We need something concrete.

Understood.

OK. Let's focus on Victor Arshad.

I'm so sorry.

We lost him.

The other guy that was here, where is he?

He left.

Thank you.

Someone in your team has been making inquiries about Victor Arshad.

Yes.

Don't.

Her Majesty's government is using Arshad as a broker, for a multi-billion dollar Anglo-Malaysian trade deal.

They can't have him sullied by a criminal investigation.

Well, I won't have my case blocked by any government.

Oh, I'm not blocking anything.

Doesn't sound like that to me.

On the contrary.

If you could find something incontrovertible, there would be gratitude.

Just don't make any noise while you're doing it.

Otherwise Arshad will hear it.

British government wants him too.

I didn't say that.

Well, he's obviously a big fish, and hard to catch, or this trade deal wouldn't exist.

You want us to do the dirty work but we still don't know if he's our guy.

Give us something.

Berlian Casino.

We traced one of Arshad's holding companies in the Cayman Islands to a controlling interest in the Berlian Casino chain.

There's one in Lubin.

Which is believed to be his European hub.

But all his business is done on encrypted lines from a room in the casino.

Encrypted how?

You'd have to get inside to find out.

But as I say, go after Arshad...

Go after Arshad carefully.

And do no make any noise.

Otherwise we will never see him again.

And then it won't be gratitude coming your way.

This is Artur Slomski's signature.

And... this is Artur Slomski's speeding violations.

Not Slomski.

Nope.

Most of the fines were paid by a Dutch citizen by the name of Joep Mees.

And guess where he was two hours before the b*mb went off?

The executive area at Lubin stadium.

Any motive for Mees?

No causes, no activism, he's low level.

Anything to connect him with Arshad?

Arshad's a ghost. We got nothing on him.

Yes, we do.

Mees is security consultant for a Berlian Casinos.

Am I missing something?

Arshad is the owner of the Berlian Casinos Group.

Amongst other things, according to the British government.

Could Arshad have employed them both?

Mees to place the b*mb, and Slomski to create a diversion?

Without motive?

It's purely circumstantial.

But, w... w... w... why would Arshad k*ll his own players?

Sebastian?

Sebastian, are you there?

I know exactly what Arshad's doing.

Match fixing?

Arshad's been using Diagho and Konare to influence events on the bench.

And making millions through a gambling syndicate stretching back to the Far East.

And you're confident that these syndicates are placing bets on games that Arshad has rigged?

Show him.

I thought you'd never ask.

Based on Belka's spreadsheets which are pretty much works of art by the way...

I had a feeling you were gonna say that.

Legia Lubin aren't much going forward but their defense is solid.

An average of 0.6 goals conceded per match.

Their ratio would be even more impressive if it weren't for these three matches.

4:0, 5:1...

6:0. Wow!

Bad day at the office.

But. what have these games got in common?

Diagho and Konare?

Correct.

Fredi Diagho was sent off in all three heavy defeats.

How come no one sees that as strange?

Spread over a two-year period, it just looks like a player with a red mist problem.

Plenty of them around.

But playing back in Mali, zero red cards in his entire career.

Does one player being sent off the pitch change the game that much?

Considering each time it happened within the first twenty minutes, it can. But the result is not the only market.

You can bet on anything. Goals, scores, number of corners, time of the first throw-in.

Or in this case, red cards before half-time, and... own goals.

Konare.

Two own goals in one of these matches, one in another.

Own goals are serious long odds, money in the bank, if you know they're coming.

Is there a way that we can establish definitively that it is Arshad who's putting the fix-in?

I would have to cross-reference these matches with the relevant betting patterns.

Well...

Konare d*ed.

sh*t.

And Diagho's disappeared.

I thought he might go to the stadium, but I came up blank.

I'm worried he might do something stupid.

Luke.

You need to see this.

Hang on a minute.

Yeah.

This is the Berlian Casino.

And what is that?

You were right about his stupid.

Over 1.5 million euros placed via a betting exchanges on each of these matches.

And on the average Polish league game?

50,000... max.

So, Arshad buys these guys he controls their careers, and then they have to do whatever he wants during the game.

Do we now have enough proof?

No. We're talking thousands of small bets placed all at the same time though proxies.

And none of this ties into the b*mb?

We need more.

Keep digging.

Let me go.

What are you doing here, Fredi?

What are you doing here?!

Are you done?

I thought you didn't know anything.

I'm sorry about your friend, but you are about to ruin our investigation and your life.

What life?

Fredi!

You know Mees?

Is he the one fixing the matches?

OK.

You and me need to talk.

Arshad told us the idea first.

That we are to do what he said on the pitch.

Play against our teammates.

And you said...?

No!

Of course.

Football is in my soul.

I did not train my entire life to betray the game like this.

But eventually you did betray it.

What did he do to persuade you?

Arshad, nothing.

Mees... he threatened us, our families, teammates. If we refuse, he will punish us.

Me and Kalifa we say "OK".

Legia is in the middle of the table, one game is not going to change anything, up or down.

But after the one game, Mees threatens to report us to UEFA.

Life ban.

Then we had to keep doing it.

Do you believe Mees is behind the b*mb?

Of course.

What makes you so certain?

This was one of the games.

Kalifa was to get red card, I was to give penalty away.

Why didn't you?

I looked at Kalifa in training, he could be something.

Special, you know?

Me, I'm OK, I get up and down, but him, this talent is a gift.

And we were throwing it back in God's face.

I say to him, "This is the end".

"Today we play with honor."

We told Arshad and Mees we wouldn't do it anymore.

When was this?

Two days ago.

Arshad went crazy.

Did he thr*aten you?

Mees did.

But you played to win anyway?

I didn't believe they would go through with it.

And now my teammates are dead.

Because of me.

Presumably, they meant for you to die as well.

I'm only alive because a boy asked for my signature.

After all Arshad's efforts, to bring you over from Mali, and leveraging you into doing what he wants, why would he m*rder his prize assets?

As a warning to the others.

What others?

Arshad owns many players at other clubs.

All across Europe.

Blackmails them too.

If any were thinking of rebelling against him, now they know what happens.

What makes you so certain there are others?

Maybe he just wanted you to believe that.

Arshad showed me.

In Mees' office.

At the Berlian Casino?

The little room with the big computers.

They talk about the fixing only in Mees' office.

We watched another game.

Serbian league.

Arshad says "Watch, in five minutes, there will be penalty."

Five minutes, penalty.

They are putting bets on, in front of us, making so much money.

Fredi, we wanna bring a stop to all of this, and put Arshad and Mees in prison for a long time.

We need your help.

Do you think there'll ever be a German Bond?

Berger. Sebastian Berger.

That is the high roller room.

Invitation only. And the only way into the secure room Arshad uses for communications.

We tapped into their system, but that room has its own security which we can't cr*ck.

Mees is the only person we've seen, in or out.

So to get the access code, we need to give him a reason to enter that room.

Well, would you look what the cat dragged in.

The casino has 2,000 CCTV cameras and some motion sensors.

Any nervousness will be seen as card-counting or collusion, and you will be ejected.

And watch your back.

Arshad didn't hesitate to blow up a room full of athletes, he'll do anything to protect his empire.

Excuse me for a minute.

If Fredi's intelligence leads us to a bust, can we do anything?

He's facing a life ban.

I'm sorry, I truly don't know.

Yes.

I shouldn't be the one doing this.

I can't handle it.

You are the only one of us with the expertise to manage those encrypted lines.

I can talk Luke through it.

Seriously, it's not that hard.

No.

It's not fair. You know me.

I am a gambling man too, Berger.

I am betting on you.

I believe you can.

No, you don't.

I can't go back to being the gambling addict I was.

You are not going to back, Berger.

You're finally going beyond your old self-centered life and your commitment to this new life gives you a strength to do whatever you want.

Thanks.

Thank you, sir.

And now the VIP room.

Thank you, sir.

That's it.

The door to Mees' office.

All we need now is the code.

sh*t.

We need a clean view of that keypad.

Move.

Sebastian's got to get rid of this bloke.

Come on.

Take this guy out!

Fold.

What?

What is he waiting for.

Raise.

Oh, that's a poker face.

Boom.

He knew.

Carine, you're up.

I need to speak with your head of security, Joep Mees.

This is Inspector Carine Strand.

What it's about is a police matter.

Put me through to him.

Carry on.

On his way.

What is it?

Did we get that?

Look...

Sebastian's camera is also heat sensitive.

It's just a matter of watching the faint pattern.

Snazzy.

One, four...

Mr. Mees, I did you the courtesy of not embarrassing you by flashing my badge in front of your customers.

Meet me outside the casino. Now.

I'm not asking.

Ah...

VIP card.

VIP card?

Yes.

Yeah, sure.

Marco plays a convincing drunk.

VIP card. Frigging cards.

You know what? I don't need a VIP card. Know what I need?

The VIP card?

Yeah, OK.

And that's how you run interference.

Yeah.

OK, OK. No VIP card... c...

Just... come on, guys. I mean guys.

Think about it.

Come on. Hey!

1-4-0-4-1-9-9-1.

Joep Mees, what can I do for you?

The European Gaming Commission has reason to believe that your casino is employing staff known to have a criminal record.

We run scrupulous background checks on all our employees.

Oh, not scrupulous enough.

Are you aware, that two of your croupiers are working under assumed names?

Scheiße!

This could lead to a termination of your casino license.

I'm sure it has been just a mistake.

I'm equally certain there has not been.

If this is not rectified, your casino will face substantial fines.

Possibly closure.

Well, let me look into it, and I'll get back to you.

He's still at it, keep Mees there.

Mr. Mees, did I tell you this conversation was over?

Do you have the card?

Do I have a card?

Yeah.

To give him.

Your... your card?

Yes.

No, my card.

It... yeah?

A number of cards...

Um...

Oh God.

No, no, wait, wait.

No, no, it's fine. I...

Arabela, they can't hold him. Go.

Fine.

Sebastian, get out of there.

Time to go, mate.

Just a little longer.

No, we're out of time.

Got it!

Oh my... oh, sh*t! Sorry, sorry.

Whoa. No, no, are you OK, man?

I'm so sorry. I'm a little drunk, yeah.

Get this guy out of here.

You know, it's OK. Hey!

Hey, how are you?

Fine, I'm fine. Yeah.

Do you wanna have a drink?

Maybe later. OK. Bye.

OK.

What are you doing?

Is this not the toilet?

It's over there.

Hey.

I think we can run it a bit closer next time.

What?

Oh.

I... uh, scrambled the signals in case anyone was listening.

What'd we get?

Cameras, audio, and every keystroke they input comes directly to us.

So, if they incriminate themselves, we will have them.

What's so urgent?

Diagho has gone to the police.

That piece of sh*t should be dead.

Wow.

Yeah.

They've nothing but his word.

The match proceeds tonight as planned.

Is this a good time to talk about me getting a raise?

Come on!

Maybe you're just not very good at this game.

Yes!

All right, Delfont-Bogard.

You and me. It's on.

Show him.

They say that adversity brings a team together.

Something like that.

I give up.

Straight to the bar.

Oh, come on. Rematch.

Thanks, for the belief.

All right, my turn.

It was all down to you, Berger.

Have you told young Erik yet?

No.

Well you must do. You must.

Sons love to hear about their fathers heroic exploits.

I will.

Jan, could you turn it up, please?

Club owner, Victor Arshad, was today arrested as the mastermind of a pan-European match fixing syndicates.

Arshad was thought to have fixed the outcome of hundreds of matches, and to be behind the bombing of Legia stadium, which injured sixteen, and k*lled controversial player Kalifa Konare.

Why are we here?

It's still under review, but we have enough evidence to prove to UEFA that you were severely coerced.

And we're pushing for their leniency.

And in the meantime, there's somebody you should talk to.

Legia's new manager.

Thank you.

I will honor Kalifa.

Thank you.

Thank you.