03x04 - Episode #3.4

[bunniefuu]

[Grinding, loud clank]

Karl: "Find saban."

I don't know if
it's a good thing

or a bad thing
we met each other.

What's going on?

I'm going out.

Bye, sis. Love you.

Kiki: Love you, too.

You don't think
he's acting weird?

Louise: Bb!

[Birds calling]

Bb?

[Line connecting]

[Cell phone ringing]

[Groaning]

Bb?

Louise...

No, no. Just... uhh.

[Bb groaning]

Bb: No. Don't.

[Groaning]

Louise, no.

Tell me, where is it?
No.

Bb...

Where is it?

Ok, help is coming.

Don't tell me that you're
scared of blood, too.

Heights.

[Panting]

No, come on. Stay with me.

Bb? Bb, stay with me.

Charlotte gainsborough:
♪ venez dans mes bras ♪

♪ closer to me, dear ♪

♪ donnez-vouz moi ♪

♪ set aside all fear ♪

♪ restons enlaces ♪

♪ pour l'eternite ♪

♪ yes, you shall be mine ♪

♪ till the end of time ♪

Man: ♪ gee, it's great ♪

♪ after being out late ♪

♪ walking my baby back home ♪

♪ arm in arm ♪

♪ over Meadow and farm ♪

♪ walking my baby back home ♪

♪ we go along ♪

♪ harmonizing a song ♪

♪ or I'm reciting a poem ♪

♪ owls go by, and they
give me the eye... ♪

[Door opens]

♪ Walking my baby
back home ♪

♪ we stop for a while ♪

♪ she gives me a smile ♪

♪ and snuggles her head
on my chest ♪

♪ we started to pet
and that's when I get... ♪

Hello?

♪ Her talcum
all over my vest ♪

♪ after I ♪

♪ kind of straighten
my tie ♪

♪ she has to borrow... ♪

Who's there?

So this is all
Lana's belongings.

Yeah.

Not much of a life,
is it?

Well, at least we know
everything here matters.

Given his age
and relative fitness,

bb has a better-than-average
chance of survival.

Yeah. I know.

Thank you.

What's that?

"I see my pain in yours.

"We're like two
broken bones,

fused together,
stronger."

Karl: "Sometimes
I think of us falling,

"clinging to each other
while the world watches,

"exploding when we
hit the ground,

blinding them all."

They're all signed "Anton."

Anton Stokes.

It's a folie a deux.

Is Blake still here?

Haven't seen you
for so long.

Immigration. They came
to where I was staying.

Oh, god. First your job
and now your home.

The agency didn't send
anyone else for you?

No.

I'm sorry to ask,
but I was wondering

if I could stay a couple
of days.

Ooh, that'd be lovely.

Just until I organize
my visa.

Of course, of course
you may.

Oh, it's lovely
to see...

You're shaking.
What's happened?

Oh, give nanakins
a hug.

Come on. Ohh!

God. You feel so tired.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Door opens]

Blake, where have you been?

Hi.

Elise: He's been seeing a
woman called Lana khasanovic.

Is there anything you
can tell us about her?

Kiki: He's never
brought her round.

We've not been talking
much recently.

I guess I've just
been busy

with the baby
and everything.

Was he jealous?

Kiki: No.
Before I met Blake,

before I got pregnant,
it was...

[Heavy sigh]

It's hard to explain
if you're not a twin.

It's like you belong
to each other.

So maybe he didn't want to
share you with anyone else.

Kiki: I didn't
want him to feel like that.

We weren't asking him
to move out or anything.

Not till he was ready.

What happened to
your mother?

[Clears throat]

She's probably dead.

You're not sure?

We were 8.

She drove us on a cliff top,
locked us in the car,

and never came back.

What do you think?

How did Anton react?

He was ecstatic.

Karl: How did he react?

What, is this what
you're asking?

Is it? If he went psycho?

Blake: Kiki.

Well, he didn't, but I did.

Six years later,
I didn't care.

I put on my favorite
clothes, I got in the bath,

and I slashed my arm.

Ok, ok, do you want to
sit on the ball?

Anton found me.

He wrapped my arm
in a towel,

and he called an ambulance.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

He wants to help people.
Look at his website.

What website?

So, mom, whatever's happened,
it's never too late.

We love you. We miss you.

You are the center of
our world.

Karl: That was put up
in 2014.

Somewhere along the way,
he goes

from sentimental
web appeals

to suicidal love letters
and m*rder.

Winnie: Who are the others?

Karl: We haven't seen
all of them yet,

but mainly parents of
runaways,

wives of husbands who
have disappeared.

How is he?

He's still in surgery.

He's lost a lot of blood,
but he's out of danger.

Astor: Yeah.
You should rest.

You found Lana khasanovic.

Here.

My name is Lana khasanovic,

and I'm looking for
my son saban.

The last time I saw him
was in Sarajevo,

September 17, 1994.

I gave him to a trafficker
named Dimitri.

I don't know his
second name.

There was no time.

We had to do it during
the one-hour cease-fire.

He has a scar on the back
of his left hand.

Saban, maybe you've changed.

But I will know you,
and you will know me, won't you?

Karl: He's looking
for his mum,

she's looking for her son.

They find each other.

Freudian tinder.

Can we see who's
accessing the site,

read any messages?

Elise: No, it's encrypted.

It's only admin and users.

We can only see the videos
for now,

but maybe in a bit
of time...

Karl: I think we should
appeal for saban publicly.

Winnie:
We cannot be seen

to give these people
what they want.

At last, we have a lead

that they don't want
us to know about.

Two clear ids.

She's been here illegally
for years,

he's been holed up in
his bedroom.

They know how to disappear...
These people.

The one way we've
got to flush them out

might be to get something
on saban.

We don't negotiate
with t*rrorists.

Astor: Especially the way
you brits negotiate.

Oh.
[Chuckles]

But I agree.

Well...

That's all
the validation I need.

Let me have
the comb, please.

Thank you.

What color is it?

Blonde.

Ou la la.

[Cell phone buzzes]

[Ringtone playing]

Uh, would you
like me to...

No, no.
Excuse me.

Ok. Ok.

I'm back.

Ok.

[Muffled ringtone]

Where are you?

I saw police at
the caravan park.

Did they get you?

Hmm?

I love you.

[Door opens]

Hello.

Oh, hello.

Maya, Elise is here.

Cops and carbs.

Hi. Oh.

Kayla has been
a stupid girl.

Nana c.

Celeste: Why else would she
send naked pictures to boys?

Not boys. Just Leo.

A boy who shared it
with other boys

and heaven knows
who else

on the worldwide web.

He probably didn't mean
for it to go viral.

I might as well have
gone to school naked.

My life is basically over.

Can you get them
taken down?

I think once these things
are out there,

they're out there,
aren't they?

Celeste: Forever.

Why are you ashamed?

The person who stole
your pictures

and made them public
without your consent

committed an act of theft.

The shame is theirs.

I'm gonna go home.

This isn't conducive to
a working environment.

[Sobbing softly]

[Dog barking]

Kiki, please listen to me.

Anton invited me
to this thing.

I didn't know
it was him.

It's just, um, it was in
my pigeonhole at work.

What kind of
thing?

Uh...

It was, um...

It was like a, uh,
sex show.

I know. I know.

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong
with me?

Am I that fat
and disgusting?

No, no, no, no.
You... you're perfect.

I don't want to do
that stuff with you.

What stuff?

Choking?

Spanking?

We're gonna be a family. I know
how important that is to you.

It's all f*cking
important.

The relationship,
the sex.

Why can't you see
I want it, too?

He b*rned me, kiki.

What are you talking
about?

He branded me like a pig.

Well, maybe you
deserved it.

Maybe you are
a f*cking pig.

I know. I know.

And... and I'm sorry,
but, please,

I'll do whatever you want,

but... but let me see
the baby.

Let me help you with it.

Kiks...

Please.

Oh, shut up
your bloody...

Oh, thank you.

[Kiss]

Thank you.

I'm so sorry.
I love you.

Anton: You're not
seriously gonna

put up
with that, are you?

[Electronic music playing]

[Conversations in French]

[Woman singing in French]

Ok. Ahem.

The police were here,
and, uh,

I want to know what
they said.

Kiki: That you hurt
other people,

that you k*lled.

Nobody worth anything.

[Inhales deeply]

I defended you.

Where's Lana?

Blake:
She's run out on you.

Well, she wouldn't do that.

She's not you...

Or mum.

Looks like it.

Anton, Anton, I will come
with you to the police.

And... and we can deal with
this together

as a family.

[Sobbing softly]

Computer: Browser.

Computer: Log in.

One new message.

"Hi. My name is
Karl roebuck.

I am one of the detectives
working on your case..."

Lana, you all right?

Computer: "Not too late
to come in and speak to us.

"I'm working
on finding saban.

Call me on 077009008."

Lana: I'm sorry.

I didn't want
to disturb you.

It's ok. They still haven't
found your son yet?

No.

Well, use it
as much as you like.

I've got unlimited
broadband, ok?

Night-night.

Night-night.
Night-night.

Charlie?
Is that Charlie?

[Chamber music playing]

Oui?

It's only for a few days

until I find him
somewhere better.

Does chaput know?

Could be seen to influence
the case with you.

You think?

Where are we going?

The one-hour cease-fire was
between 3:00 and 4 P.M.,

which correlates with
the time stamp

on the photograph,

but the guy's watch reads
a quarter past 5:00.

So he's from
a different time zone.

She's back in the room.

Eastern European summertime.

Given the proximity,
I checked out

known traffickers from
Bulgaria and Romania,

first name... Dimitri.

Got a match on this guy
busted in calais,

6 days after saban left
Sarajevo,

driving a meat truck.

Border control found
kids in the back.

Handed them over to
a French ngo,

now defunct.

Last surviving board
member, Edith dutheil.

We could high-five if I
wasn't so worried about you.

Saban. Saban khasanovic.

Yes!

I remember them all.

Do you know what
happened to him?

He d*ed.

He was brought here
on a meat truck.

And it was so cruel. They
left the refrigerators on.

Probably trying to bypass
the heat sensors in calais.

There were 5 children
on there.

Four of them had hypothermia
when they came to us.

Saban never recovered.

[Cell phone ringing]

Elise: Did you keep
records?

Of course. We wanted
their families

to be able to find them.

May I ask why you are
looking for him now?

[Ringing]

Just...

Just excuse me

for one moment.

Hello?

Lana...

Is that you?

Have you
found him?

Look, uh, I can't give
you anything unless...

How's
your colleague?

I didn't want
to hurt him.

I didn't want
to hurt anyone.

I just needed
to get away.

He's ok.

Good.

Look, if you want to
finish this,

you have to hand
yourself in.

You have to get away from Anton.

We could meet if you like,
just the two of us.

I'll give you everything
we've got on saban.

How can I trust you?

I can only promise no one
else needs to know.

[Bag falls to floor]

We finished?

Uh, I think.

Merci beaucoup. Thank
you for your help.

It's much appreciated.

All right.

All: Au revoir.

Ferme la porte,
s'il vous plait.

Close the door.

You think we'll be able to
dig out a death certificate?

I'm sure Philippe can.

I have to go back
anyway.

Why? What... what
are you doing?

Do you need me for
anything

on the pied Piper
case?

No.

Then it doesn't
concern you.

No, no.

Jacques: Charlie! Charlie!

[Cheers]

Whoa...

[Charlie cheers]

[Laughter]

Detective.

Hello.

[Door buzzes]

Hi, guys.

[Indistinct chatter]

Mmm.

[Chuckles]

[Francois speaking French]

Mmm!

No. Ha ha!

[Chuckles]

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Hello?

[Edith speaking French]

[Places receiver on cradle]

[Seagulls calling]

[Ding]

[Sniffing]

Ohh.

Bonjour.

[Vehicle horns honking]

Karl: Olivier,
thanks for calling back.

What's going on?

Are you defecting
back to Europe?

Ha! I wish. Uh, no.

Uh... how... how are you?

Honestly, bored.

Are you?

I'm sorry I can't
help you with that.

Listen, I'm right in
the middle of something.

I just wondered

if you've spoken
to Elise recently.

Why?

Uh...

I don't like doing this.

I'm concerned that
she's getting too close

to the Moreau case.

She promised me she'd
keep away from it

and let the cold case
team do their job.

Karl?

Do you know she's
moved Jacques Moreau

into her apartment?

Mr. Moreau.

[Slow
instrumental music playing]

Hi.

Christ. Hi.

Interesting place to
pick for a meeting.

I used to work here.

I thought it was
very grand at first.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry about your son.

I looked you up.

Saban d*ed in 1994.

I'm so sorry to have
to tell you that.

How?
[Cell phone ringing]

I have a colleague
looking

for his
death certificate.

How did he die?

If it's true,
then tell me.

Tell me.

You're trying to trick me.
No.

Yes.

I just have to take
this call.

Please excuse me.

Yes?

We've had
an anonymous tip-off,

a sighting of
Lana khasanovic.

What?!

Where?

Winnie: Grand burstin.
Unit's on its way.

No, no.

This is

from the gentleman
over there.

[Winnie's speech drowned out
by music]

Karl: I know.

For f*ck's sake.

Winnie: Karl?

Karl, where are you?

You have to trust me
on this.

Winnie: Please don't tell
me you're that f*cking stupid.

[Alarm]

No. Lana, please.

[People speaking excitedly]

Lana...

Lana, Lana, Lana?
Sorry.

Lana?

Excuse me. Lana.

Uh!

Come on.

Anton: Move.

[Women scream]

[Scoffs]

[Horn honks]

Jesus wept, I could've
used your help today.

What a f*cking f*ck-up.

Did you hear?

I've been
suspended.

Huh. What? What? What for?

Moreau?

What?

Because and you Olivier
went behind my back.

If you had something to say,

you could've said it
to my face.

Ok, I did try to say
it to your face,

but you shut me
down.

Because friends are supposed
to trust each other,

and you clearly didn't trust
me to make the right decision.

I was worried
about you...

You don't have to be worried about me.
I'm not a child.

Jacques Moreau is not eryka.
This isn't the same thing.

What happened to
your face?

Nothing.
Elise.

Elise, come on.
Elise.

[Taps on glass]

And you're
a f*cking hypocrite!

How is what I've been doing
any different

from what you've been
doing with Lana khasanovic?

At least that's

a live f*cking m*rder
investigation.

This is a cold case
from 8 years ago.

And the perpetrators
are still out there,

abusing children.

I would never interfere
in your life.

Wouldn't have to.

Really?

What's that supposed
to mean?

Ask Maya.

What?
Elise? Elise.

Elise!

Elvis Presley:
♪ take my hand ♪

♪ take my whole
life, too... ♪

I like your hair.

♪ For I can't help ♪

♪ falling in love ♪

♪ with you ♪

♪ for I can't help ♪

♪ falling in love ♪

♪ with you... ♪