MAN: 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. Love you too.
You don't think he's acting weird?
LOUISE: BB!
BB?
(PHONE RINGS)
(GROANS)
BB!
No, wait! No, no! Just...
No!
Louise, no!
Tell me where is it? No!
BB? It's...
Where is it?
OK, help is coming.
(HOWLS IN PAIN)
Don't tell me that you're scared of blood too.
Heights.
No, come on stay with me, BB.
BB! Stay with me.
♪ Venez dans mes bras
♪ Closer to me, dear
♪ Donnez-vous a moi
♪ Set aside all fear
♪ Restons sans laisser pour l'eternite
♪ Yes, you shall be mine
♪ Till the end of time. ♪
(WALKIN' MY BABY BACK BY NAT KING COLE PLAYS)
♪ Gee, it's great after bein' out late
♪ Walkin' my baby back home
♪ Arm in arm over meadow and farm
♪ Walkin' my baby back home
♪ We go 'long harmonising a song
♪ Or I'm recitin' a poem
♪ Owls go by and they give me the eye...
(DOOR OPENS)
♪ Walkin' my baby back home
♪ We stop for a while
♪ She gives me a smile
♪ And snuggles her head on my chest
♪ We start in to pet and that's when I get...
Hello?
♪ Her talcum all over my vest... ♪
Who's there?
KARL: So this is all Lana's belongings?
Yeah.
Not much of a life, is it?
Oh, 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."
"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?
I 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 organise my visa.
Of course! Of course you may.
Oh! It's lovely to see...
You're shaking, what's happened?
Oh, darling, give us a hug. Come on.
Aw.
Oh, you feel so tired.
(SIGHS)
(EXHALES)
(AMBIENT CALMING MUSIC PLAYS)
(DOOR OPENS)
Blake?
Where have you been?
Hi.
He's been seeing a woman called Lana Khasanovic.
Is there anything you can tell us about her?
He's never brought her around.
He's not been talking much recently.
I guess I've just been busy with the baby and everything.
Was he jealous? No.
Before I met Blake...
..before I got pregnant, it was, uh...
..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.
I didn't want to feel like that.
We didn't ask 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 eight,
she drove us onto a cliff top,
locked us in the car and never came back.
What do you think?
How did Anton react?
He was ecstatic.
How did he react?
Well, is this what you're asking?
Is it? If he went psycho? Kiki.
Well, he didn't!
But I did!
Six years later I didn't care.
I put on my favourite 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, Mum, whatever's happened...
..it's never too late.
We love you, we miss you,
you are the centre of our world.
That's put up in 2014.
Somewhere along the way he goes from sentimental web appeal
to suicidal love letters and murder.
WINNIE: Who were the others?
We haven't seen all of them yet, but mainly parents of runaways,
wives of husbands who've disappeared.
How is he?
He's still in surgery. He's lost a lot of blood.
But he's out of danger.
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 ceasefire.
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,
once you...
He's looking for his mum, she's looking for his son,
they find each other.
Freudian Tinder.
Can we see who is accessing this site?
Read any messages? ELISE: No, it's encrypted.
It's only admin and users.
You can only see the videos for now but maybe with a bit of time...
I think we should appeal for Saban publicly.
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 terrorists.
Especially the way you Brits negotiate.
(SCOFFS)
But I agree.
Well, that's all the validation I need.
Let me have the comb, please.
Thank you.
What colour is it? Blonde.
Ooh-la-la!
(PHONE VIBRATES AND RINGS)
Uh, would you like me to...? No, no, no!
Excuse me. OK.
I'm back. OK, thank you.
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING UNDERWATER)
Where are you?
I saw police at the caravan park. Did they get you?
Huh?
I love you.
(DOOR CLOSES) KARL: Hello?
Oh, hello.
Maya? Elise is here. Carbs and carbs.
Hi. Oh.
Kayla has been a stupid girl...
KAYLA: Nanna, see...
..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 world wide web.
He probably didn't mean for it to go viral.
Oh!
I might as well have gone to school naked.
My life is basically over.
Can you get them taken down?
Once these things are out there, they're out there, aren't they?
Forever.
ELISE: Why are you ashamed?
The person who saw your pictures
and made them public without your consent committed an act of theft.
The shame is theirs.
I'm going to go home.
This isn't conducive to a working environment.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
BLAKE: Kiki, please! Listen to me.
Anton invited me to this thing.
I didn't know it was him.
It's just....
It was in my pigeonhole at work.
What kind of thing? Uh...
It was, um...
It was, like, a sex show.
I know.
What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with me? Am I that fat and disgusting?
No, no, no. You're perfect.
I don't want to do that stuff with you.
What stuff?
Choking?
Spanking? Look, we're going to be a family.
I know how important that is to you.
It's all fucking important!
The relationship, the sex. Why can't you see, I want it too?
He burnt me, Kiki.
What are you talking about? He branded me like a pig.
Well, maybe you deserved it.
Maybe you are a fucking pig. I know.
I know, and... and I'm sorry. But please...
..I'll do whatever you want.
But let me see the baby. Let me help you with it.
Kiks.
Please.
Oh, shut up, you prick. Oh, thank you.
Thank you!
I'm so sorry. I love you.
You're not seriously going to put up with that, are you?
(MUFFLED DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER IN FRENCH)
OK. (CLEARS THROAT)
The police were here and, uh...
..I want to know what they said.
That you hurt other people.
That you killed.
Nobody worth anything.
(GASPS)
I defended you.
Where's Lana?
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!
(DOOR CLOSES)
(SNIFFLES)
(DOOR SHUTS)
COMPUTER VOICE: Browser.
Log in.
One new message.
Hi, my name is Karl Roebuck.
I am one of the detectives working on your case.
Lana?
I just want you to know it's not too late....
Are you alright? To come in and speak to us.
I'm working on finding Saban.
Call me on 07700 9008...
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? C'est Charlie?
(CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS)
Oui?
It's only for a few days until I find him somewhere better.
Does Chaput know?
Could be seen to influence the case review.
You think?
Where are we going?
The one-hour ceasefire was between 3:00pm and 4:00pm,
which correlates with the time-stamp on the photograph,
but the guy's watch reads 5:15.
So it's from a different time zone?
She's back in the room. Eastern European Summer Time.
Given the proximity,
I checked out known traffickers from Bulgaria and Romania,
first name Dimitri.
Got a match on this guy busted in Calais,
six 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 died.
He was brought here on a meat truck.
(SIGHS)
It was so cruel, they left the refrigerators on.
Probably trying to bypass the heat sensors in Calais.
There were five children in there.
Four of them had hypothermia when they came to us.
Saban never recovered.
(PHONE RINGS)
Did you keep records? Of course.
We wanted their families to be able to find them.
(PHONE RINGS)
May I ask why are you looking for him now?
(RINGING CONTINUES)
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.
We finished? I think.
Merci beaucoup. Thank you for your help.
It's much appreciated. Oui. Au revoir.
Au revoir. Au revoir.
Fermez la porte, s'il vous plait. Close the door.
Do you think we'll be able to dig out a death certificate?
I'm sure Philippe can. I have to get back anyway.
Why? What are you doing?
Do you need me for anything on the Pied Piper case?
No. Then it doesn't concern you.
Non, non.
Charlie!
Charlie?
(OTHERS WHOOP)
Hi, guys.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Mmm.
(CHUCKLES)
Oui?
Mmm!
No!
(PHONE RINGS)
Allo?
Etes-vous la?
Bonjour.
(PHONE RINGS)
KARL: Olivier, thanks for calling back.
What's going on?
Are you defecting back to Europe?
Ha! I wish.
Uh, no. 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?
Monsieur Moreau...
(BALLROOM MUSIC PLAYS)
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 died in 1994.
I'm so sorry to have to tell you that.
How? (PHONE RINGS)
I have a colleague looking for his death certificate.
How did he die?
If it's true, then tell me.
Tell me!
(PHONE CONTINUES RINGING)
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?
Grand Burstin. (INDISTINCT)
No! No!
This is from the gentleman over there.
Lana Khasanovic has been sighted at the Grand Burstin.
I know!
For fuck's sake!
Where are you?
You have to trust me on this.
Please don't tell me you've done something stupid.
(ALARM BLARES)
No, Lana, please!
Lana?
Lana. Lana. Lana.
Sorry. Lana.
Excuse me. Lana.
Oof!
Come on.
Move! (WOMAN SCREAMS)
(CAR HORN BEEPS)
Jesus wept! I could've used your help today.
What a fucking fuckup!
Did you hear?
I've been suspended.
Ah.
What?
What? What for?
Moreau?
What?
Because you and Olivier went behind my back.
If you had something to say, you could have 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 decisions.
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?
And you're a fucking 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 fucking murder investigation,
this is a cold case from eight years ago!
And the perpetrators are still out there abusing children.
I would never interfere in your life.
You wouldn't have to.
Really?
What's that supposed to mean?
Ask Maya. What?
Elise?
(CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE BY 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. ♪
Captions by Red Bee Media
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