According to Dumont's documentary rushes,
Gregor Baturin was at Colonia Dignidad.
Do you know this man? No.
You don't believe her?
No, I don't think I do believe her.
It's David. My son's dad.
This woman, whoever she is, whoever gave you this, she's lying to you.
They're not interested in the pornography.
They're just interested
in the network of forgery and the returning jihadists.
Who's they? MI5 or MI6.
I kept my part of the deal. Don't contact me again.
Think about your position.
You're really rather exposed right now.
I think a trip to the Maldives would suit him better.
Help!
(TV ON IN BACKGROUND)
♪ Venez dans mes bras
♪ Closer to me, dear
♪ Donnez-vous a moi
♪ Set aside all fear
♪ Restons enlaces
♪ Pour l'eternite
♪ Yes, you shall be mine
♪ Till the end of time. ♪
Bringing down a plane's still a very extravagant way
of dispensing with your enemies.
I guess leaving a body on a handcart is also quite extravagant.
Extravagant what, though? Threat?
Invitation?
The results are in - some kind of particularly nasty variant
of Crimean-Congo haemorrhagic virus.
God knows how Fournier actually got it.
Although they're saying it's only contagious
through direct contact with fluids from the body.
Good news for BB, then.
Yeah, he really doesn't want this one.
Liver swells up like a goose in a French crate.
Kidneys scream, acute respiratory distress.
Sounds like half of CID on a Monday morning.
And then you bleed out through your mouth and eyeballs.
R-I-fucking-P.
Word from above is, this stops with Fournier.
Yeah, but it obviously doesn't.
It stops with whoever gave him orders
and left him there as a message.
Koba.
That word apparently comes from both sides of the Channel,
so don't shoot the fucking messenger.
I haven't been told to stop... I just have.
..by anybody with the appropriate authority.
If they want us to stop,
they'll have to send us word more explicitly than that.
Be careful what you wish for.
Alright, so...
We know Robert Fournier is just a hired gun.
Uses the expertise he developed with his wife to down the plane,
finance his terrorist spree,
and then he becomes a nuisance,
so his paymaster turns him into a toxic telegram.
And you think Koba is Gregor Baturin?
Well...
We're not 100% sure,
but he had at least three enemies on the plane.
Paul Bresson is the most obvious.
He's the one who put him away for arms dealing.
Then there's Josephine Dumont, the French journalist
who happened to be investigating those arms deals.
And then...
There's Stefan Czyrko, who's thrown in probably as a bonus ball.
Come on! Yeah, it's difficult.
But it's not impossible.
You just have to have one person travelling legitimately
and you get the other two on.
Josephine Dumont was on her honeymoon
so he couldn't have arranged that.
Right. Maybe she's the reason the plane was chosen.
Then you just have to trick one of the other two
into carrying some kind of hacking device.
Or anyone on the plane. We haven't found all the phones.
Yeah, that's right, but what we want to know is,
did Vanessa Hamilton ever meet Robert Fournier?
Forget it.
She just seems to be at the centre of it all.
Forget it.
British Intelligence made it clear nobody but them goes near her.
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)
WOMAN: Room service!
Room service.
I'm having a bath. You'll have to wait.
(PHONE CHIMES)
(FLOORBOARD CREAKS)
Who's there?
I took a polygraph in front of a lawyer.
Well, this isn't Jeremy Kyle.
I think a DNA test would probably be more scientific.
Jamie's dead.
He killed himself aged 14.
Can't you see how much he looked like the father
he never knew and missed so much?
So, you're involved in the whole animal rights thing?
That's right.
What, putting bombs under the cars of scientists' families,
that sort of thing?
I wish we had.
They were accomplices in a genocide.
And you spent two years in prison for criminal damage and arson.
We liberated a mink farm.
Well, most of the mink were shot and run over in the end.
At least they tasted freedom.
Sounds like they mostly tasted people's pets, actually.
But, anyway, when you were in prison,
you found a new cause, didn't you?
And recently, you started working as a prison visitor
for Medway Maximum Security Prison.
So?
Well... it has a number of celebrity inmates,
like the so-called Truth Terrorist, Kieran Ashton.
I have to go now.
The giveaway was when you talked
about hurting Karl's family as revenge.
I don't know what you're talking about?
You're doing this for him, aren't you? He still wants to hurt us.
Are you in love with him or something?
Did you fall under the spell of his criminal charisma?
He's not a criminal for waging war against hypocrisy.
(SCOFFS) Kieran held up a mirror to society.
It's not just me that thinks that.
All of us do.
Yeah, like so many utterly shit things in life,
that is depressingly plausible.
You took away his sight to punish him for seeing clearly!
But I still read to him.
His favourite book is Captain Corelli's Mandolin.
OK, OK.
It's your fucking fault he's in prison!
I'm glad that stupid son died!
He should have burnt him alive, like his son!
That's what Karl did to him, remember?
He didn't, actually.
I wish he'd roasted Adam!
I wish he'd killed you all!
I'm so sorry about your son.
He looks a lot like you.
And I'm sure his suicide is what brought you to this terrible place.
Get some help, Gemma, and stay away from Kieran Ashton.
(PHONE RINGS)
Hello.
Yes.
Yes, of course I remember you.
(WHISPERS) Vanessa Hamilton.
Vanessa Hamilton.
Yes, I'm sure he'll come and meet you.
ELISE: She must be scared.
We must be her only option. That's good, if she's desperate.
What's going on with Eryka Klein?
Nothing.
You had a drink with her on your birthday.
The fact it was my birthday was a coincidence.
Yeah, but you still went for a drink with her.
We have things in common.
She's very attractive.
I'll tell her you think so.
In a chilly kind of a way.
Well, fuck me, it's the hanging judge.
Want to come with me, Mike?
So why did you call us?
Robert Fournier.
I'm next. I think you're right.
Somebody was in my hotel room, while I was in the bathroom.
Who was that? Koba?
Or one of your little friends from the security services.
Putting the squeeze on.
Let's just say that I've seen
how they treat the people they're supposed to protect,
especially when they want something else.
What do you mean by that?
I've seen the files, Vanessa.
I know MI5 wanted to work you because of the passports.
I don't know if it was all MI5. There's more than just one bunch.
Like teenage boys wanting to get into your knickers.
So, was it one of them who told you
there was an undercover cop investigating?
To get you on board?
This is ridiculous. You can't protect me.
We can.
I can get you to France and I can get you a new identity.
But you have to talk to us about Koba.
About everything.
Otherwise, you're looking at a trip to the Maldives.
Smoke.
Looks like it's time to say farewell, BB.
They're not best pleased I handed over the Czyrko files.
What? (WHISPERS) Find Karl.
Tell him to keep moving and not to use normal exit routes.
I'm going to miss you lot.
Good night, and fuck you all!
(PHONE RINGS)
Yep? Shift, boss. Now.
(WHISPERS) We have to go.
I'll meet you at the place where the Snuffman lives.
I'll call Olivier. Gotta move. They're coming after you.
Wait here.
Please don't smoke in the car.
How you doing, Snuffman?
Just don't bother me one way or the other, son.
Just don't bother me. That's the spirit.
Take this, go somewhere remote, make some calls.
Key? Oh.
Security card.
If they find you, hold out for a while,
then give yourself up, alright?
OK. Don't want to lose you, too.
Number? Uh... 2-9-7-3-6-8.
(BEEP)
Er... what is it? 2-9-7-3-6-8.
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
Yes, hello, BB, this is BB.
I'm just strolling along the beach here,
eating a Strawberry Mivvi, which...
..is the king of ice lollies, as far as I'm concerned.
Oh. Looks like I've got company.
Karl... Yeah, that'll be them.
Whoa!
Road rage. And again.
Whoa! Fucker!
Tell you what...
(CAR DECELERATES)
What are you doing?
Slowing down.
Go 'round.
(TYRES SCREECH)
(HORN BLARES)
What can they do? Take the outside.
Slowest car chase ever.
(TYRES SCREECH)
There he is.
You OK with this? I am. Others won't be.
Sorry about that. I didn't see you behind us there.
What can we do for you?
We'd like you to return Vanessa Hamilton, please.
Oh, OK.
Commander, excusez-moi.
Il ya un homme Anglais...
We wish to question Vanessa Hamilton
about matters relating to French national security.
Yes, we believe she is involved in a people-smuggling ring
operating out of the refugee camps here.
Sorry, caught between a rock and a hard place.
But as we are on the sovereign territory of "le roc..."
Do hope you get your marital problems
sorted out soon, Detective Roebuck.
(BUZZER SOUNDS)
We don't have much time here.
Your friends in the security services
were pretty reluctant to let you go.
The quicker you talk, the quicker you get a new identity.
Cool.
What do you know about the City Dart crash?
It was awfully sad.
Do you know Gregor Baturin?
No.
I know of him, though.
There were people on that flight
who linked to Gregor Baturin in some way.
Was it a multiple assassination?
I genuinely cannot answer that.
Why choose to do it that way, though?
Takes an awful lot of planning - planning being your forte.
Weddings. Precisely. Weddings.
How do you know of him?
I'm acquainted with his son. Artem Baturin.
Yes.
Although he uses the nickname his father gave him.
Koba.
So what did you do for Koba?
I run the business you know about. New opportunities in the EU.
Home entertainment.
Rape? Murder?
I try not to be judgmental about sexual preferences.
No, especially when there are large sums of money involved.
Yes, then I really do become quite indifferent.
What else?
Carried messages, mainly.
But it was Koba who tasked you with finding the properties
for Singapore Fiscal Management, wasn't it?
Yes.
Who'd you carry messages to? Did you meet Robert Fournier?
Once or twice.
Also, um, a man they called The Chemist.
Who's The Chemist?
I just had to cater to his needs.
He likes cooking competitions and boys from back home.
And where's back home?
Brazil. He has very particular tastes.
So, Koba tasked Robert Fournier with bringing the plane down.
Were you the go-between there?
How did you first meet Koba?
I'd like some tea.
OK.
Darjeeling. First flush, please.
Give her some lemon with that.
If I give you everything in one go...
(CLEARS THROAT) ..then where is my bargaining power?
Where do we find The Chemist?
(SLAMS DOOR) Fuck!
If she keeps on playing games, I'm going to re-examine
my long-standing moral opposition to torture.
She'll tell us. She just wants to do it on her terms.
She's deciding what to hold onto as a bargaining chip.
Yeah. Karl, we've got Koba.
It's not the father. It's the son, Artem Baturin.
If we can find him, we can bring him in.
Knowing who's guilty
isn't going to be the hardest part, though, is it?
(CLEARS THROAT)
(COUGHS)
(COUGHS, SPLUTTERS)
(SCREAMS)
(SHALLOW GASPS)
Oh, no! Stay with us. Stay with us.
Who gave you Stefan Czyrko?
Give me a name!
Give me a name! Come on! Give me a name!
First report suggests cardiac arrest.
Well, yeah, but caused by what?
Did she eat anything? Drink? No.
We were about to get her some tea.
Then, maybe...
She smoked, though. We need to test everything.
We think she was poisoned.
But by who?
(PHONE RINGS)
We have to wait for the medical report to come back.
We know who Koba is.
It's a nickname Gregor Baturin uses for his son.
I have to take this.
Oui?
They're listening to me, Elise. They're bugging my house.
They know everything about me.
I have to go to Paris to have my arse kicked.
If you two want to keep your pensions,
go nowhere near Artem Baturin.
Well, I don't really...
OK.
I will not go near Artem Baturin for now.
Looks like you just got it from the appropriate authority.
(CHILDREN LAUGH)
It's a dog.
I said it was OK.
The kids have sensed the mood, so I just...
You thought we didn't have enough chaos in our lives?
What shall we call the dog, Mr Roebuck?
Uh... Brian.
(ALL CHANT) Brian, Brian...
No, not Brian. That was just a joke.
Karl, can we, er...
..can we speak? Outside? Yep.
The dog's tail is attached to its arse, so don't, no...
Brian, good boy.
We actually have to be quite careful
about what we say in the house from now on.
This crash investigation's...
..delicate, political.
You think they'd be listening to us?
(EXHALES)
Karl...
..it was him that put her up to making those allegations.
Him?
Gemma Healey met him in prison.
OK.
What does he want most of all? He wants us to visit him.
He wants us to demand answers that he won't give.
We won't give him that.
No, but that's it.
That's the silent battle...
..that he knows I'm winning.
And he knows that, one day, I won't even think about the...
..man who...
..hurt and frightened my son.
I'll just think about my son.
Adam was like a son to me too.
I've been suffering, as well.
I know. I'm sorry. I know.
I pushed you away this last year. I...
I can't say how sorry I am. I just...
Look at our kids.
Yep.
And Brian.
I can't believe you called him Brian.
I didn't think it was going to stick.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Hi. I have to go away for a little bit.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Where are you going to?
Hamburg. It's family stuff.
You have family in Hamburg?
My grandmother lives there.
She has Alzheimer's, so I go there a lot.
Will you come back soon? To Calais?
Not for a while.
I was reading it, remember, when we...
Yeah, I remember.
Just a keepsake.
Thank you.
Do you want to come in?
My boyfriend left.
Oh.
For good, I think.
I'm sorry.
Why?
Because he knows I'm not in love with him.
I've never really, uh...
..been in love before.
You should try it. It's nice. No, I'll hate it.
It's like a virus.
Well, how can you know if you never even...
Well, because when he left, he was very angry but I wasn't...
..I wasn't thinking about him.
What were you thinking about?
You can say it.
You.
I was thinking about you.
It's not...
..particularly, uh, physical or anything.
It's just...
It's not physical?
Are you quite sure about that?
Edgar Branco...
Oh!
(CHUCKLES) Sorry!
(LAUGHS) Sorry.
Come on.
Let's go somewhere where they can't hear us.
I know who The Chemist is.
The journalist, Josephine Dumont,
was investigating a guy called Edgar Branco.
Quite the whiz in the lab, apparently.
And his name pops up a lot in relation to Operation Condor.
A Latin American extermination program from the '70s and '80s.
CIA involved, apparently. Took out a whole generation.
But it brings us back to Colonia Dignidad.
Well, if you're about to start talking about...
I didn't say Eryka Klein. I said Colonia Dignidad.
But you're thinking Eryka Klein. Don't tell me what I'm thinking.
The Chemist carried out experiments there.
Josephine Dumont alleges
he was also tied into the manufacture of black cocaine,
which was used to enrich dictators like Stroessner and Pinochet
but also used as currency
to finance the kind of arms deals that Gregor Baturin was brokering.
Where is he now? Ah, well, that's the kicker.
Dead.
Well, then he can't be The Chemist.
Only Dumont thought the death was faked,
to keep him out of the spotlight.
She claimed Edgar Branco was able to flee
and was hiding out with colleagues.
Gregor Baturin.
That would explain Fournier and the virus.
Quite a card to hold, isn't it?
So...
..how do you see this one playing out, Artem?
Well, I want to help you.
I have some extremely valuable intelligence
about a very dangerous individual.
OK, outline a future for me.
Perhaps my father could be moved
somewhere more comfortable, temporarily.
Halfway house?
He likes baby foot...
Table football.
Oh, OK.
For a moment, I thought you were talking about dietary requirements.
All with a view to return home within a reasonable period of time.
Home being the Caucasus.
And you? I would go with him.
And forego all the pleasures and the privileges you've enjoyed here?
(CLEARS THROAT)
Have you ever hunted, Mr...?
Wilkins. No.
I find it both cruel and rather stupid.
And yet, you represent the interests of the British ruling class,
who are very fond of it.
I represent national security.
My father and I,
we shoot woodcocks outside my home town.
And as I get older,
my dreams become more simple, and... modest.
You find a scapegoat for the plane, we eliminate The Chemist.
Consider my proposal, at least.
Oh, I always consider every option.
I'm rather pragmatic like that.
Bresson's phone.
You've found it?
No, but there is something interesting.
We got its serial number from the online registration
and the store where it was bought.
Eryka Klein bought it on her credit card.
That's not so interesting. She was his assistant.
In Hamburg.
She's German. She visits her grandmother there.
Well, not everybody registers their phone straightaway.
That's true. We need to find out when Eryka Klein got back to Lille.
We do know that, and it was the following day.
But the phone was not activated
until the day of online registration,
which is, uh... six days later.
Time to tamper with it, perhaps.
I don't think it adds up to as much as you say.
No, but we have to follow it up. It's a lead.
I'm not saying we shouldn't, I'm just saying it's not that big a deal
if somebody doesn't use their phone straightaway.
Follow it up.
ARTEM: Hello, lapochka.
Koba.
Are you sleeping with Eryka Klein?
That's none of your business.
It is my business if it's affecting your judgment.
It isn't. So you are sleeping with her?
Your response to this phone lead earlier on,
this isn't the Elise that I know.
Maybe you don't know me as well as you think.
Look...
..you've always told me what's on your mind.
I'm your friend as well as your colleague.
Remember that stuff down at the docks,
after the crash, with the photographer?
I backed you.
I trusted you. I didn't make any wrong decisions.
How fucking dare you question my impartiality,
my integrity as a police officer?!
Listen... I've done nothing wrong.
Alright... No.
You've shown how little you respect and trust me.
Elise, wait.
I can't choose my colleagues, but I can my friend,
and you're not one of them.
Well, I'm sorry to hear you say... I will look into it, though!
Every single bit of evidence relating to Eryka Klein,
to show you that my judgment is not compromised!
To show me?
They came to see you?
We had a very useful conversation. I think we can do business.
They will want evidence
that The Chemist has been permanently removed.
Are you happy about that?
He's a sadist. I would be delighted.
What about your superiors?
We think it's in everybody's interest.
We taught them a lesson.
And this is what can happen
when you mess around in other countries' internal affairs.
You got a compartment, right? Mm-hm.
You wanna go and fuck?
No.
I'll stay here and pick somebody up, then.
I like fucking on trains.
And these European ones are like cattle markets.
Yeah, you do that.
(DOG BARKS)
Laura, the dog's barking.
Laura?
(GROANS)
Laura!
(GROANS) Laura, wake up!
(BABY CRIES) Wake up!
Oh, God. Get up.
My head... I know. I think it's carbon monoxide.
The dog's barking. Yeah, I know. Get up.
Get the kids up, quickly!
(BABY CRIES) Yeah.
Laura, hurry up! Yeah.
Vladka!
What's happening? I feel really sick.
Yeah, I know. Get outside, quickly.
Get the kids out. Help Laura.
Go on, get outside!
Darling. It's alright, darling.
Hannah... Alright?
Hannah? Hannah!
Oh, my God, Karl! She's unconscious! Here. Let me take her.
Oh, my God! Right, she needs O2.
Baby... Hannah. Get a mask on her straightaway.
We'll follow on.
No, no, Karl, just take the kids to your dad or something.
I'll call you from the hospital.
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
(EXHALES)
(SIREN BLARES)
I know you can hear me.
I'll send my family away if I have to, but I am not walking away.
Not this time.
Not again.
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