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[man over PA] Copenhagen to Den Haag. Train departs platform four.

Let me remind you

that passengers must not leave their baggage unattended.

[ringing]

[woman's voice] You have reached the office of Michel Dorn.

Please leave a message after the tone.

-[beep] -Mr Dorn, it's Freja Jensen.

I'm on the 7:30 train from Copenhagen.

Um, I don't know when it's gonna arrive,

but I'm gonna go straight to your office,

and I have something that...

Well, I'm very eager to see you.

Okay, bye.

Oh, sorry.

Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

Did... Did I get any on you?

No, no, no, I'm okay. How about you?

Yeah, I'm... a little bit. Uh, just fine.

Uh, what are you doing here?

I've got a symposium in, uh, Gothenburg, so...

Yeah, very dull.

How about you?

Uh, I'm meeting a friend in Bremen.

Oh, too bad.

When I saw you, I was hoping we'd be on the same train, so...

Yeah... Okay.

Uh, well, uh, have a good trip.

Have a good trip? Is that it?

Freja, what is going on?

It's been weeks. You don't return my calls.

I'm sorry. I've been distracted. It's nothing, really.

-Okay, did I do something, or...? -No, no. My train is boarding.

I have to go.

Freja.

Sorry.

Can I help you with that?

Mm... I got it. Thank you.

Do you know how much longer until we get to The Hague?

Well, we passed Bremen a little while ago,

so I'd say three hours or so.

Okay, thanks.

[labored breathing]

Are you okay?

I'm fine. Thank you.

[knocks]

Excuse me, the train is in the station.

[theme music plays]

-[answering machine beep] -[Freja] Mr Dorn, it's Freja Jensen.

I'm on the 7:30 train from Copenhagen.

Um, I don't know when it's gonna arrive,

but I'm gonna go straight to your office,

and I have something that...

Well, I'm very eager to see you.

Okay, bye.

Ms Jensen did not make it,

but she was found dead in a locked lavatory

on the train from Copenhagen.

Cause of death?

As yet unknown.

The Hague police are investigating.

But given her message, you fear the worst.

I do.

What was she coming to see you about?

She would not disclose that on the telephone.

What she would volunteer,

she was bringing me a story of international importance,

and that thousands of lives were at stake.

Ellie, what do you have on her?

Uh, well, she called herself a freelance journalist,

but she never really made much of a career of it.

Both of her parents are deceased,

died in a car crash ten years ago.

Her only next of kin is her younger sister, Lea.

So are we thinking an investigative journalist

on to a hot story?

Most articles she wrote were cultural feature pieces:

where to buy coffee in Copenhagen,

the best spas in Baden Baden, that sort of thing.

Ellie, is there anything in your research

that could throw up a motive for murder?

If she was murdered.

If this is an international story with "thousands of lives at stake,"

it comes to us.

Let's find out, fast.

Lea's in total shock, you understand.

Her sister was all the family she had in the world.

Why is she here?

She had bone cancer,

but suffered a stroke during surgery nine months ago.

How often did her sister come to see her?

Oh, every day. They were very close.

Come in.

Lea, these are the ICC inspectors who phoned.

Hi, Lea.

I'm Inspector Strand. This is Inspector Constante.

We're so sorry for your loss.

I just want you to find who did this.

"Who did this."

You... you think your sister was murdered?

Someone killed Freja.

There's no doubt in my mind.

Hi.

Hello. I'm Margaret Booth, the train manager.

Where's the lavatory where you found the body?

Right here.

-Have you got the passenger manifest? -Yes, I have it here for you.

-Thanks. -Thanks.

The police said it's a murder,

but how could someone kill her in a locked lavatory?

Well, we're not sure anybody did yet.

The door was locked from the inside.

They would've needed a key.

Well, not necessarily.

Misspent youth.

So Ms Jensen's seat, it was 65C?

That's right. I will show you.

Trouble in paradise?

Just keep scraping, Sebastian.

[Lea] My sister always put me first.

She could have been a brilliant reporter. I just know it.

She was so clever.

What makes you think your sister was murdered?

She had a story.

She wouldn't tell me what it was.

She'd sit just where you're sitting and...

and type on her laptop.

When she set her mind on something,

nothing would stop her.

On her laptop? Do you know where we could find it?

No, but she always kept it with her.

Do you have any idea what story she was writing?

No.

Do you know someone who might?

Like an editor or... or a friend?

There was a guy she was seeing.

A guy?

Would you happen to know his name?

André or... Antoine?

I... I overheard her talking on the phone once,

but she never told me his name.

She kept promising to bring him around to meet me one day...

but she never did.

[Luke] In the statement that you made to The Hague police,

you said that Ms Jensen entered the lavatory with an overnight bag.

That's right.

She kept it on her lap the entire journey.

But it wasn't found in the carriage.

[woman] Hmm.

Was she was drinking coffee?

I'm sorry, I didn't notice.

Here.

Like Cinderella's slipper...

Or Snow White's apple.

So, nobody had to break into the lavatory,

not if Ms Jensen was poisoned.

Beautiful weapon, don't you think?

I suppose.

It helped the Russians defeat the Nazis.

Now it will help us defeat them.

There is only one problem.

This shipment is short 50 rifles.

I don't know what you mean.

Which part of "short" didn't you get?

There must be some mistake.

I don't forgive mistakes.

I promise you, it won't happen again.

You're right. It won't.

Mr Dudayev.

Mr Dudayev... please.

You will bring me 50 extra rifles in the next shipment

at no extra charge.

Yes. Yes, of course.

Get out.

You've brought me something from Ms Jensen?

[Marco] André or Antoine. She didn't give us much.

No, but if we could find her laptop,

the story she was writing might give us a lead.

Probably give us the name of the mystery boyfriend.

You're leaning towards boyfriend as a suspect?

Well, nine times out of 10, it's a boyfriend or a husband,

not All the President's Men.

I mean, that is if Freja was murdered.

I'll admit it's a bit of a leap going from cappuccinos

to Woodward and Bernstein, but the timing is suspicious.

What's up?

[Sebastian] This was murder, all right.

How do you know?

Well, we found Ms Jensen's DNA

on a discarded paper cup.

The lab was able to analyse the coffee residue.

-And? -And we found traces of aconite.

[Carine] Aconite is a poison, yeah?

With an excellent reputation.

It kills quickly, avoids toxicological panels,

and you can grow it in your garden.

[Ellie] It's also found in some cardiac pharmaceuticals.

It prevents ventricular dysrhythmias.

Ven... ventricular what?

[Sebastian] It's a heart medicine.

Uh, from her blood residue,

uh, we determined she ingested a lethal dose.

But we have no idea who put it in the cup.

Or why.

Well, that rules out suicide.

Can't be right all the time.

Yeah, we need to find out where she got that coffee cup.

Was it on the train?

Great minds think alike.

Uh, that particular brand is available

at Copenhagen train station from a stand called Stoppe & Ga.

[Carine] On our way to the station now.

Look at that. She even found our factory.

She was quite a nosy girl, our Ms Jensen.

All that work, undone so easily.

Well done.

Thank you, sir.

I have another job for you.

We have some loose ends.

You got anything?

I got a warrant to search Freja Jensen's online account.

A warrant?

See? You can teach an old dog new tricks.

Unfortunately, it didn't yield much.

I was rather hoping she'd cracked a big story.

Well, if she did, she kept it off her email server.

There are dozens of folders in her DropPocket account,

and one of them looks really odd.

-Odd how? -I'm not sure.

The contents are long gone, but the heading's still there.

Sounds German. "Froebe."

Does that mean anything to you?

The actor who played Goldfinger? I don't know.

Well, she said to Dorn that thousands of lives were at risk.

She could've been a little more specific, don't you think?

[knocking]

Hope I'm not disturbing.

Have you found something?

Possibly.

Do you recognise this man?

He was seen on the station CCTV

talking to Freja the day she was killed.

That's Dr Nielsen.

Dr Nielsen?

Yes, the surgeon at my oncology clinic.

So that's how they knew each other?

Yes.

Lea, would Dr Nielsen have any reason to harm Freja?

Oh, my god.

What?

Dr Nielsen's first name... it's Anton.

Hi. Inspector Constante with the ICC.

I'd like to see Dr Nielsen.

I'm Dr Nielsen. How can I help you?

Hi.

I'd like to talk to you about Freja Jensen.

Uh, Freja? What about her?

She's dead.

Oh, my god.

I just saw her yesterday morning.

At the train station?

Yeah.

I was going to a symposium in Sweden.

She said she was headed for... for Bremen.

Well, she wasn't headed for Bremen.

She was headed for The Hague.

And she never left her train, Doctor.

She was murdered.

Um, let's talk in here.

Why would anybody murder Freja?

Well, I was hoping you might tell us.

I have no idea.

I understand you and, uh, Ms Jensen

were in a relationship.

Who told you that?

Do you deny it?

Would you like a lawyer, Doctor?

No. I have nothing to hide.

So you admit you, uh, you were having an affair with her?

I'm a married man, Inspector, but yes.

Your affair started while her sister was a patient here?

No.

Not until several months later.

I ran into her at a bar.

One thing led to another...

until she ended it.

Why did she end it?

I don't know.

She stopped answering my calls.

I hadn't seen her for nearly a month

until I saw her at the station.

Are you familiar with the, um, the toxin called aconite?

Of course.

It was used to kill Freja.

Someone slipped it into the coffee that she bought at the train station.

Hold on.

You do have access to medicines containing aconite here, Doctor,

don't you?

I don't have anything more to say to you, not without my lawyer.

Okay, then.

By the way, do you know anything about the story Freja was writing?

Story? What story?

Thank you, Doctor. I'll be in touch.

-Anything? -Nothing.

No paper trail. No phone records.

I wish I could get my hands on that laptop that she had in her bag.

I... I want to know what story she was writing.

Maybe this will cheer you up. It's coldbrewed.

Coldbrewed?

Yeah, it's, uh, filtered for 12 hours at room temperature.

It's sweeter, less acidic.

Hmm.

All right.

I heard you're thinking about leaving the unit.

Where did you hear that?

Yeah, I've not decided yet.

Hmm. It's none of my business

what happened between you and Arabela--

Look, you really--

No, I... I think you need to hear this.

When the crossborder unit was shut down,

Arabela was crushed.

She was one of the best investigators I've ever worked with, but...

she was sad, you know?

Like she was in mourning.

Until you showed up...

and she lit up.

She cares about you, probably more than you realise.

Um, where's Sebastian?

He has Erik tonight. Why?

That Internet sharing file Freja Jensen had...

Gert Froebe, yeah, that guy from the James Bond film.

And Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.

[Ellie] Well, yes, but I've been running an anagram

on those five letters for hours,

but then I realised it wasn't five letters, but six.

Not "Froebe," but "Froesse."

She wrote what looked like a "B," when actually, she meant to write a sharp "S."

Like "S" and "Z" or double "S" are written in German.

Exactly.

So what kind of a word is that? "Froesse"?

A trademarked one. Look.

[types on keyboard]

An anticoagulant.

[Ellie] She wasn't talking about Goldfinger,

but a pharmaceutical.

Ellie, I could kiss you.

Oh, uh, thank you, but, um, what does this mean?

Well, it gives us a place to start.

[man] And so today, we commit the body and soul of Freja Jensen

into the loving hands of God.

May she find eternal peace in Heaven,

for she is home at last.

[people] Amen.

Lea, I'm sorry to disturb you here.

You're not disturbing me.

I just want to catch the bastard who did this.

Do you have any news?

I have questions.

About what?

The surgery Dr Nielsen performed.

Are you familiar with a drug called Froesse?

Yeah.

Thanks to Freja, I am.

What do you mean?

Well, it's, um... it's a blood thinner,

a pretty expensive one,

meant to reduce the risk of stroke during surgery.

She wanted Dr Nielsen to use it.

And did he?

Yeah, but I still had the stroke, didn't I?

We think the story your sister was writing,

we think it's about this drug.

We believe whatever she discovered

caused someone to kill her to stop us from finding out.

You think that's why she went out with Dr Nielsen?

Do you think she blamed him for your stroke?

I know she blamed herself.

She'd look for any explanation other than "shit happens,"

which is what I told her.

Anything?

It looks like our doctor's clinic

ran into some financial trouble about two years ago.

And what happened two years ago?

Nothing, as far as we can see,

but he just started making money again.

It just doesn't make any sense, does it?

Maybe it does. Um, Lea said that Froesse is an expensive drug, right?

Very. It's cutting edge.

And anticoagulants must be used

in almost every surgery that the clinic performs.

So he starts using a cheaper substitute.

Pockets the difference between what it costs him and what he bills for Froesse.

Hey, presto, financial troubles disappear.

I think that's it. It's a 10 billion euro business across the continent every year.

That's a lot of people getting fake pills.

Yeah, but for a doctor to deliberately be using a counterfeit drug,

I mean, that's pretty low, isn't it?

Unless he thought he was just buying a cheaper substitute.

Either way, if we're right, as we speak that doctor is performing surgeries

for people who don't know the dangers they're facing.

Michel, do you have a moment?

Only a minute. I'm late for court. What?

We think Ms Jensen discovered

her sister's doctor was using a counterfeit drug

on his patients, and that's why she was killed.

You can prove it?

That he murdered her? No.

But if we get a warrant to search the clinic,

we can confiscate the drug, and we can charge him for that.

Carine, Ms Jensen said

that this was a story of international importance

with thousands of lives at stake.

She was not talking about the patients at that clinic.

She was talking about the suppliers of that medicine,

who are undoubtedly peddling it to hospitals all across Europe.

We raid the clinic, we scare off the supplier.

Exactly.

You catch the little fish, the big fish gets away.

You said that you ran into Ms Jensen on your way to a symposium in Sweden.

But we checked. You didn't show up.

I was going to. I changed my mind at the last minute.

Dr Nielsen had nothing to do with the death of Freja Jensen.

You were following her.

I just wanted to see her, talk to her.

About the story she was writing?

I don't know anything about any stories.

That's why she was sleeping with you, wasn't it?

And why she stopped, because she found out the truth.

The truth?

You were using counterfeit drugs in your clinic.

That is the reason that her sister had a stroke.

-That is an outrageous lie. -Be careful.

I am one phone call away from a warrant to prove it.

[lawyer] Then why don't you?

Because we don't just want Dr Nielsen.

We need your supplier.

Are you offering us a deal?

If you killed Freja Jensen, no,

but if you give us your supplier...

yes.

His name is Boris Dudayev.

Dudayev?

He's been on our watch list for some time.

There's one more thing I want you to do, Dr Nielsen.

[Sebastian] All right, wire tap's up.

-He's making the call. -[telephone ringing]

Yes?

It's me. I got your message yesterday.

What is it, Doctor?

[Anton] I need to see you.

[Dudayev] Very well.

I can be there on the next flight.

I'd prefer to come to you.

Okay, then.

[Arabela] Right on time.

Two minutes early, actually.

[car door opens and closes]

Listen, about what happened last week...

I don't want you to quit, Luke.

I know you don't.

But if you're waiting for me to apologise, that's not gonna happen.

[sighs]

Right.

Where are you going?

To get a checkup.

Shit!

Police. Get out of here.

Move!

Put your hands where I can see them.

I said put your hands where I can see them. I've got a gun trained at your back.

[gasps]

It's all right. Everything's going to be okay. Just stay calm.

The whole place is surrounded.

There's nowhere to go. Just put the gun down.

Drop the weapon! Drop it!

-There's nowhere to go. Do you hear me? -Lock it.

-[Arabela] Shit! -Move.

[car engine starts]

[tyres screech]

[gunfire]

[chuckles] All those from the clinic?

Ten kilos of fake pills, for what they're worth.

-Which isn't much. -[Carine] Ten kilos of Froesse

would be worth more than 250,000 euro.

Yes, which is a very large profit margin,

considering he bought them from Dudayev

for less than 20,000 euros.

Any luck in figuring out where these are coming from?

Some. Uh, Dudayev travelled from Prague to Serbia

six times in the last 18 months.

He has some kind of manufacturing plant here

in northeast Serbia.

Which must be where he's making these.

According to Freja's passport, she was there six months ago.

Smart girl.

So Dr Nielsen knew he was giving these empty pills

to his patients?

[Arabela] Not according to the nurses.

They are pretty adamant that he believed he was using generics.

So he wasn't aware of the damage he was doing?

[cell phone ringtone]

Sorry.

Michel, please tell me you found something.

Her Majesty's government has known for nearly ten years

that Dudayev was producing counterfeit medicines and using the proceeds

to purchase weapons for Chechen separatists.

Can we use this information to arrest him?

No. No, it's classified,

and officially, Her Majesty's government will not interfere.

What about unofficially?

Unofficially, Dudayev is about to make a transfer

of a new shipment of weapons to the Chechens.

-When? -This afternoon.

[Sebastian] Do we have a location?

It's in the Czech Republic. Rudna.

The route of the 916.

MI6 intelligence indicates

that Dudayev has a distribution point here,

an industrial park outside Prague.

What's the plan?

The plan is to go with the Czech National Police to assist and support only.

Is that a good idea? We want to catch this bastard.

We will, but we need to exercise extreme caution. Sebastian?

Dudayev has been using the proceeds of these counterfeit medicines

to buy arms for Islamist terrorists in Chechnya.

They'll be at the drop.

[Carine] That's when the Czech police will move in.

Our only interest is to apprehend Dudayev

and whoever killed Freja and Dr Nielsen.

Okay, let's get these assholes.

There's, uh, still just something I don't quite understand.

What's that?

Well, Freja started sleeping with Dr Nielsen

to get information from him,

but then she stopped seeing him a month ago.

Probably because she found out he was using counterfeit medicine.

Yeah, I just...

I... I think we're still missing something.

Do you mind if I go and check it out?

Okay. Keep me informed.

Vehicle approaching.

There's Dudayev.

Two men. Can you ID them, Sebastian?

[Sebastian] Running facial recognition now.

Kheda Umarov and Zargan Shishani.

Responsible for the massacre

of 237 hostages in North Caucasus in 2012.

[Luke] Not the nicest of fellows.

Thank you, Mrs Peterson.

Are you sure I can't offer you

some coffee or tea?

Um, no, thank you.

Eleanor Delfont-Bogard with the ICC.

-Hi. -Hi. I got your message.

You said that the man who sold Dr Nielsen that medicine

had him killed?

Well, yes, he, um...

Our team are on the way to arrest that man now.

[Marco] The police are moving in already.

-Do you think they heard something? -Yeah, possibly.

[people shouting]

-[gunfire] -Damn.

[Marco] Dudayev has disappeared.

Where did he go?

Lea, is there something you want to tell me?

Something that you failed to tell my colleagues?

What do you mean?

Well, um...

I just get the feeling that you're not telling us everything.

Of course I have. Why wouldn't I?

Well, you told my colleagues

that you didn't know what your sister was writing about,

or that she was dating Dr Nielsen,

or that they stopped seeing each other a month ago,

but we know she came and visited you every day.

We know how close you guys were.

It just doesn't add up, does it?

It's okay. Whatever it is, you can tell me. I'll understand.

There he is! Go!

[horn honks]

-Come on. -Come on!

I was afraid that they'd hurt me like they hurt her.

Why? Has somebody threatened you?

I received this... three days ago.

[muffled gunshot]

I didn't know you were such a good driver.

I'm not.

Get around it. Get around it!

Okay.

Go faster. Faster!

Hands up.

Put your hands up.

Put your hands up.

Okay, you got him? No, I don't.

Force them off the road.

Shit!

[groans]

[gunshot]

It's okay. Lea, it's okay. You're safe now.

[Marco] Arabela? Where are you now?

Okay, we're at the bridge.

Watch out. We can make it.

No, we can't.

-Yes, we can. -Oh, god.

A machine gun!

[gunfire]

Get out of the car!

Now!

Put your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air!

-[buzzer rings] -[door opens]

You asked to see me, Mr Dudayev?

[clears throat]

As you know, I am facing some quite serious charges.

You are.

The authorities confiscated rifles, grenade launchers,

and thousands upon thousands of rounds of ammunition.

This is something I did for my people.

Let's make a deal and do something for your people.

I do not make deals.

I'm disappointed in you, Mr Dorn.

I should think you, of all people,

would support our struggle.

Nor do I take sides.

I am involved here

because I deal with crimes against humanity.

Crimes against humanity.

That's the point.

They will judge me in my country as a humanist.

Mea culpa maxima.

Here, you will judge me as a terrorist.

That is another conversation, sir.

You are a run-of-the-mill criminal,

a counterfeiter who has flooded the hospitals of Europe

with counterfeit medicine.

Your revolution is over, sir.

You are going to prison.

A small price to pay to defeat injustice.

[buzzer rings]

You will never find the hospitals.

The EMA has already instituted

a total recall of those medicines.

I will see you in court, sir.

[door shuts]

Lea...

this is Michel Dorn.

Ms Jensen, your sister was a very courageous woman.

Thank you, Mr Dorn.

Do you think Dr Nielsen knew that the medicine he gave me wouldn't work?

No.

[Carine] It wasn't until your sister started asking questions

that he realised what he had gotten into,

and by then, it was too late for him to get out of it.

[Michel] It is my profound regret

that we cannot undo the injustice that has been done to you.

I am... I am very sorry.

I'm at peace with it.

Freja was always the one tilting at windmills,

trying to make the world a better place.

I'm ashamed of the way I acted.

Oh, believe me, you, of all people,

have nothing to be ashamed of.

I was afraid.

I didn't tell Inspector Strand what I knew.

You had every right to be afraid, Lea.

No one blames you for that.

You just said that your sister was always tilting at windmills.

Not this time.

This time, thousands of infirmed people,

who would have suffered as you have suffered from ingesting those pills,

have been saved because of her...

because of you.

This is for her.