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THE THIRD WAVE

THE HAGUE, HOLLAND

EUROPOL THE EUROPEAN UNION'S POLICE AUTHORITY

On the international scene, like his compatriots before him–

–Dag Hammarskjöld, Raoul Wallenberg and Olof Palme–

–men who are all symbols for strength, justice and integrity.

So it is my honour to introduce–

–the new head of the Organised Crime Unit–

–superintendent Sellberg of the Gothenburg police.

Thanks.

I've been a police officer all my life, working close to the street.

I hope that's why I got this job.

So I'm painfully aware that real serious criminality–

–the new criminality, which is crossing the borders–

–and destroying the fabric of society throughout Europe–

–lies under the surface. Thus, the papers seldom write about it.

And what we don't read in the papers...doesn't exist, right?

What I'm about to say has probably never been stated by a police authority before.

I'm tired of political correctness. It's too late for that now.

The type of crime I speak of has hit European countries–

–in three different waves.

The first arrived over the last decade, the second a bit later, at–

–different times in different countries. And the third wave...is here now.

Contrary to popular belief, it's not drugs–

–which turn over most dirty money.

Drug dealing is risky. And results in long prison sentences.

Smuggling people, however, results in short prison sentences.

So a huge industry can be built, employing many people–

–as the risks of long sentences are so low.

Recently Europol exposed a transport company with over a thousand lorries–

–engaged in different forms of smuggling.

A thousand lorries, in just one single company!

Alcohol and cigarette smuggling–

–human trafficking, organised prostitution–

–EU-related VAT fraud, fiddling with subsidies...

Organised crime is no doubt–

–the largest business industry in Europe.

Its turnover is over a thousand billions euros every year.

That's five times Switzerland's GDP.

Dealing with this kind of money, it's important that nothing goes wrong.

Unfortunately, these organised criminals collaborate better–

–than both the police and governments–

–and they are more ruthless than their counterparts in North America.

They are not afraid of executing politicians, judges, prosecutors–

–women and children.

And where do all these thousands of billions euros go?

They are re-invested. Today millions of companies–

–are owned or controlled by organised crime.

-Today anybody... -You, for instance...

...can go on the internet and with an ordinary credit card buy a shady bank–

–in a tax haven. Neither the police or tax authorities will be informed.

There are islands with more banks than post boxes.

More banks than inhabitants.

But it's not only in tax havens that criminals own banks.

We know today that several of Europe's oldest and most prestigious banks–

–are secretly owned by criminals.

The total figure is incredible.

The total figure is incredible.

We suspect that today, more than 50 per cent of all banks and financial–

–institutions in Europe are financially owned or controlled by organised crime.

A few years ago, this figure applied to Eastern Europe.

Now the figure there's over 85 percent. I'm talking about Europe today.

And the figure is increasing like an avalanche.

An entire continent is being stolen.

An entire continent is being stolen.

Europol is the only police authority in Europe that has–

–the war against organised crime as its first and foremost priority.

This is a war we intend to win. It's a war we must win.

Thank you.

LONDON'S FINANCIAL DISTRICT

-Complicated strategy. -Yes.

Why so many transactions?

Times were we could get away with less, but not anymore.

Not if we want to stay ahead.

-And we need to stay ahead. -Well, damn straight.

Actually, I don't understand all of this, Kane.

-Is it airtight? -Yes. It is beautiful.

You're a magician, Kane.

So, on Friday, it is an absolute necessity that everyone is present.

Naturally. We'd all be there.

Good. Well, when we're finished here, I am taking you all out for dinner.

I've invited Rebecca to join us, if that's okay.

How's she doing?

Well, she...

...hasn't left the office in a week.

She practically sleeps there. Talk about workaholic, eh?

HARROWS CAPITAL MANAGEMENT LTD.

INTERNATIONAL BANK OF PELICAN ISLANDS

Sweetheart!

-You ready? -Would you please explain this?

-What? -Confirmation of bank purchase.

International Bank of the Pelican Islands purchased some 45,000 euros.

-You opened that? -I thought it was for me, yes.

Look...

...I forgot to tell you.

It's a small bank in the South Pacific, a computer in a box.

What do you need a shady bank for?

This inspired me to look into all of your financial activities–

–the people that you're doing business with–

–the people that we're socialising with, they're...

-For God's sake! -You looked into what?

You promised me you'll never do anything illegal again.

What's this?

-Um, I'm leaving you. -You what?

I can't live with a man who's been lying to me for ten years.

I'll be staying at a hotel until I find a place of my own.

No!

Fucking cunt!

You can't leave me.

Don't you understand?

No one would accept you leaving me.

If you do...

And don't even think about the police, because I know people.

I know fucking everyone.

Are we fucking clear?

It's always been you and me.

I need you. I need you.

Kane!

Jesus Christ, Rebecca, come with us.

Shall we take him to room 3?

Recently, Europol exposed a transport company with over a thousand lorries...

Last month, Europol exposed a transport company–

–with over a thousand lorries engaged in different forms of smuggling.

Trading in people, organised prostitution, alcohol and cigarette smuggling.

Europol is the only police authority in Europe–

–that has the war against organised crime–

–as its first and foremost priority.

This is a war we intend to win.

It's dangerous when those who are in charge, the politicians–

–are too naive and fail to see the scope of today's criminality.

They only see what they read in the papers.

And why is that?

Anything else would be a political suicide.

No government can survive if they admit they lost control.

There was Theresa Maxwell, the new head of the organised–

–crime unit at the Europol headquarters in The Hague.

Well, there really is a new sheriff in town.

-The man everyone's talking about! -How do you think I did?

-You stirred the anthill. -You think they got it?

-The press? -Yes.

-I'm sure they took you very seriously. -Now we just have to deliver.

After 11 September, all budgetary problems disappeared. Hire whomever you like.

Thank you, Van Nuys.

It'll be an honour to work for you, sir.

Your speech is exactly what I'm looking forward to at Europol.

That policemen, not politicians, are in charge of police work.

You need more people with real experience. The best you can find.

Who've actually fought this enemy and not just read about it.

There is one man, but...

DUNKERQUE, THE FRENCH WEST COAST

Remember, the police are there for the State and the public interest.

-Not for the individual. You and me. -Thank you.

Blah, blah...

-Are you listening? -Yes.

-No, you aren't. -Yes, I am.

If I have a problem, or you, the police won't solve it–

–if the solution goes against the State, but you won't find that in any books.

-Don't leave in the middle of a sentence. -Please Johan, we're on holiday.

No, you're free from school to follow your mum on her job.

And I have promised to help you with... Fuck's sake!

"The Police and the Judiciary in Our Time".

-But nothing you say is in the books. -No.

-So it won't be on the test. -Exactly!

Then why learn it?

Because the trick is to know, what other people think they know–

–but also know how things really are. Understand? Fuck's sake...

-Hi. -Hi.

Are you done at the fair now? How did it go?

New customers in Italy, Germany, Spain...

-It went well, right? -Damned well!

-How are you feeling today? -So so...

Things are going well for your old boss.

He wants us to stop by him in The Hague on the way home.

-Did he call you? -You don't answer, he said.

It's because I know what he wants.

-Hey! -Hey!

It would be great to have a fancy EU job, wouldn't it?

Free trips home and an enormous per diem.

An entire continent.

You haven't worked in a year. It's no detour, and it's deductible.

-Hell, no, you gangster! -It's my firm.

Did you hear that, Nina? Such things aren't in your schoolbooks.

Dork!

Sure, we can have dinner with him.

He was lucky. He looked a lot worse when he first came in.

Just a fractured arm and a light concussion. No serious injuries.

No, it's me, sir.

-Why isn't she here? -She left.

-Why? -I don't know.

I've called the house. I've called her mobile.

She just won't answer.

God...

What shall I do, sir?

Find her.

Thank you for calling Harrows Capital Management.

Please leave a message.

Hi, Mr. Harrows. It's me, Rebecca.

Um... I'm afraid I'll have to take some time off. I'm really sorry.

Just a few days. I'm really sorry! There's something I just had to do.

Rebecca?

Rebecca?

Jesus!

I understand.

-I need to be alone with the others. -Yes, sir, my sir. And this?

-Burn it. -Yes, sir.

I have a small...domestic problem.

I would appreciate your help.

HARWICH, THE ENGLISH EAST COAST

Okay. 200 metres out in the channel. Check departures five minutes ago.

DEPARTURE: 8.45. ARRIVAL: 16.15.

GREVENMACHER, LUXEMBOURG

Can you fix it, dad?

-Can you fix it? -Sure, I'm trying, wait...

Yeah, hello?

Wrong number.

-The car is completely broken! -I'll buy you a new one.

-Please, please... -Wait a minute.

Yeah?

Okay.

The ferry arrives at Hoek van Holland. That's 24 kilometres south of Den Haag–

–at 4.15 p.m. today. Will you make it?

It will be tight, but I'll make it.

Look at her.

NETHERLANDS

Imagine the old days when you had to wait in every customs office in Europe.

The EU summit this weekend will be the largest in history.

-You're not feeling well...? -I'm just a little nauseous.

Fuck Hague, then? Don't you also miss your own bed?

Since when did you become such a fucking coward?

Nina, you want to go home, don't you?

Hi, Mr. Harrows. It's me, Rebecca.

Um... I'm afraid I'll have to take some time off. I'm really sorry.

Just a few days. I'm really sorry! There's something I just had to do. Bye.

I'm going to let the behavioural scientist listen to this.

Like you said, it sounds as though she's under a lot of pressure.

She was going to see those fellows from Tagashi Investments an hour ago.

They're going to close a very important deal for us today.

There are no suspicions that she's, well, done anything inappropriate.

Delta 1, this is Delta 5. We're going in. Over.

Go ahead, Delta 5.

We're entering her house now.

We're inside the hallway.

We've got broken china on the stairs, broken glass, signs of a struggle.

We've got a broken mirror upstairs as well. The place is a mess.

Okay, sir. What you should do now is contact the police.

She may have left voluntarily, but why?

And could she have done anything to jeopardise the company?

Let's run some checks on her.

Transactions, her computer, other addresses, family, boyfriend, the lot.

Could be kidnapping.

That's why I bought your company, Frank. You're the best. You tell the truth.

But when you're in my position, you're forced to have other priorities.

-Sir? -Do whatever it takes to find her.

Solve the problem, but keep the police and the media out of it.

Whether it's kidnapping or she's just gone away, it's bad press if it leaks out.

Of course, sir.

THE HAGUE

-I don't think I can go with you. -Why not?

I feel a bit... I don't know.

Why don't you meet him yourself?

Nina and I will stay home and rest. I'm sure you have a lot to talk about.

You really want me to start working here, don't you?

-But you like your old boss. -Yes, but...

Do it.

EUROPOL

HOOK OF HOLLAND 24 KM SOUTH OF THE HAGUE

I can't believe this! Demonstrations in every fucking town!

-We'll never make it. -We have to. We've been paid.

There! That taxi's leaving...

-Hello. -Hello.

This is Frederic van Nyus, inspector, and this is Johan Falk.

Mr. Falk, my new boss has told me so much about you.

Really? What?

He says you're very dedicated and experienced.

Did he tell you about my tunnel vision?

That my former colleagues, including your new boss–

–think that I don't cooperate, that I don't listen?

Excuse me.

-Excuse me. What would you like? -Just coffee.

One more coffee, please.

I am in charge of the Organised Crime Unit.

I'm glad you got the job, but...

-I don't believe in this anymore. -In what?

Police activities, not courts either. None of it.

-I see... -You've seen what happens, right?

Do you see any other explanation than–

–this is the beginning of the collapse of our civilisation?

-Johan... -You know what?

I intend to build myself a house...of stone–

–with bars on the windows and a fucking great alarm.

And if anyone tries to hurt my family...

...then I'll shoot the motherfucker.

Do you remember why you applied for the police academy?

What do you really want from me?

When Helén called...I think it would be good for you to start working here.

-Good for me? -Yes, and for me. I need you.

Wait, wait...

What do you mean "when Helén called"?

Oh, so she's the one who...

Well, I think we...

You're very lucky to work with my old boss.

Couldn't find a better mentor.

What happened?

Sir, we got that other meeting.

Go in, walk up to her and tell her to come with you immediately.

Show the badge if she asks to see it.

-What if she refuses? -Then you arrest her. Let's go!

Thank you for seeing me so soon. I'm sorry, I'm early.

That's okay. Would you like anything to drink or eat?

No, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

So on the phone, you said you had some information about organised crime.

I do, but I need a guarantee that you can help me.

Help you with what?

I need to leave my boyfriend, to cut all ties with him and his whole world.

-And is he connected to organised crime? -Yes, he is.

-What's his name? -I won't tell you that, yet.

And for the same reason, I won't tell you who I am.

Unless you can guarantee me protection.

He's threatened to kill me if I leave him.

She's talking to two men.

-Anyone we know? -Not as far as I know.

You've seen five countries this week. Isn't that fun?

But we're not doing anything. We just go from hotel to hotel.

You're the one not doing anything. I've got a lot done.

Did you and Sellberg plan this?

-You've called him and nagged him. -Not working will drive you crazy.

-I'm not gonna allow you to go down. -Fuck's sake...

-You could've said something, right? -What did he say?

-What do you mean? -What happened?

Well, what the hell do you think?

It just went completely fucking wrong.

Maybe I should go back and apologise... I don't know.

-Do it. -Not because I'm going to take the job.

-I'll be back soon. -Take all the time you need.

We're not doing anything here anyway.

-Do you hear what they're talking about? -No.

Okay, continue as planned.

He's very well connected.

Have you contacted the police in your country?

If I do, he'll find out.

But when I saw you on TV and what you said–

–it sounded as if you have some real power.

See, the thing is, technically, Europol cannot offer you the help you need.

-Why not? -Our job is coordination...

...between member states' police forces to fight cross-border crime.

We don't have any witness protection programme...

-Help me. -Are you Swedish?

What you were talking about on TV... I have information.

Rebecca Åkerström... Come with us, please.

Sellberg, Europol.

What do you want?

Could you please explain what's going on?

Hello, what's up?

-What's the problem? -How do you know her name?

-Are you a police officer? -Earlier.

-How the fuck did they find me? -So it was you they were after.

Oh, yes. He came to about 15 minutes after he arrived.

It's a terrible headache and a fractured arm.

15 minutes?

-Has he spoken to anyone? -Yes. He's had several visitors.

-He's doing just fine. -Thank you.

Switch off your mobile phone and don't fucking switch it on again.

Fuck's sake...

-Hello? -Do you know what's going on?

Now listen. Take Nina and check out now. You need to leave the hotel now.

-What are you saying? -Sellberg was shot. He's dead.

The killer are after me, so you need to get the hell out of there.

I'll call you later.

I lost them. They must be nearby...somewhere.

Now you're going to tell me who you are–

–and who the fuck is behind this. Let's go.

Rush a bit further up. Just below the mirror.

-When was the last time you saw her? -Sorry, I'm a little confused here.

Don't you need some sort of warrant to bring her to my home like this?

-No. -No?

Rebecca's contract with Harrow's Capital–

–allows us to do whatever we believe is necessary.

Yes, of course. I understand.

The last time I saw her...

...was 6.30 last night. We were going out for dinner.

I came down ahead of her to the car and woke up in hospital.

I haven't seen her since.

-You want something? A cup of tea? -No, thank you.

There are suitcases all packed with women's clothing.

They're hers.

I have no idea what she was up to.

But what's happened here?

Jesus! I pray she's okay.

Please. You have to help find her.

-So, what are the police saying? -We haven't contacted the police.

-Why? -Company policy.

-Yours or Harrow's Capital Management? -The latter.

Is that so wise?

Look, sir.

If she has been kidnapped, I know the guys that will handle it.

The Serious Crime Squad of the Met. I worked there.

They haven't got 5% of the resources and manpower my boss has.

I tell you.

If this happened to my family, I wouldn't go to the police.

I solve it privately. No bullshit.

Okay.

-What's HQ saying? -Delta 5 to HQ. Come in, please.

We've been in contact with St. Thomas Hospital.

Phoenix Kane was in the emergency ward from 7pm yesterday to 7pm today.

And what are the police saying?

Yes, the police have interrogated the taxi driver–

–and they're confident that no foul play was involved in the accident.

Roger. His story, Chase.

-We're ready here now, boss. -Okay.

Boss, the phone company says that two telephone calls have been made–

–from this telephone number the last 24 hours.

One to Harrow's Capital Management, and the other two–

–Europol and The Hague.

Turn on the TV. Quick. Beep one.

Less than 24 hours ago, we interviewed one of the victims of the shooting–

–the new head of the Organised Crime Unit at Europol.

Dutch police, in co-operation with Europol–

–are searching for several men and one woman in connection with the shooting.

It was around 6 o'clock in a plush restaurant in the centre of The Hague–

–where a violent shoot out erupted between several men.

What the hell is this?

That's what we're getting paid to find out.

Our information is a little sketchy at the moment.

We'll bring you more on that story later.

-Are you okay now? -Yes.

Where are you?

A petrol station outside the city, I'm going to fill up.

-What do we do next? -Stay there. I'll call you in an hour.

-All right? -Okay.

-Do you recognise any of them? -No...

They were professionals. Uniforms and the whole kit.

Your boyfriend must be well connected if he can arrange that.

Yes, he is.

And now he wants to kill you.

What the fuck should I do?

-Have you got any relatives? -No. My father died when I was 13.

I haven't spoken Swedish since then.

Mum... No, I don't have one. I just hang out with... Fuck's sake...

I know too many police officers who have given up.

But like it or not, we do have a responsibility to the next generation.

-What were you going to tell him? -Everything I know.

And that is?

No... I need to get help first.

We rent a car and go to Europol.

More money is not the key. Knowledge is.

I've only met a few police officers in my career–

–who understand the psychology of the life situation.

Van Effen, The Hague's homicide department.

-I'm sorry about... -Yeah, thank you. Please go.

This video was filmed by tourists.

We have zoomed in here. Look at this guy.

-Who are you going to call? -I'm just going to check something.

POLICE HEADQUARTERS, GOTHENBURG

A. MÅNSDOTTIR COMMISSIONER ON DUTY

-Månsdottir. -Hi! It's Johan.

It's been a while. You've heard of Sellberg?

-How awful. -Yeah.

-Can you talk? -Yes, what?

This could go horribly wrong, Anja, but I trust you.

-You promise it will stay between us? -It depends on what it is.

There were some people who disappeared from the murder scene in The Hague.

Two murderers and...two others.

I need to know if Europol or any other authority knows who it was.

-Check with the National Crime Agency. -Johan, was it...

Stop, don't say anything. I haven't said anything yet, have I?

I'm afraid if the killers find out who was at the murder scene–

–they could go after his family.

-Do you understand me? -Yes. Call me back in a moment.

Thank you! Bye...

We've watched this over and over again.

Showed it to experts and something is very strange.

What?

Look how he uses the gun. Look at his movements.

There.

You see the angle of his elbow when he shoots?

-Yes. -Do you shoot like that?

-No. -Me neither.

No, police officers do that.

-That's highly advanced training. -Military?

He puts a double shot in the shoulder on instinct.

A soldier aims at the largest area of the body.

If I combine different fields, frames on the video–

–it should remove some of the sparks.

Could take some time, but we'll get a clear image of his face.

-Do we know who the woman is? -No.

According to the National Crime Agency, the police have identified one person.

A policeman dressed as a hitman who was shot dead in the restaurant.

A Frenchman - Jean Monteux.

Two other torpedoes, a fleeing woman–

–and a man are still unidentified.

-But they're wanted, Johan. -Okay.

It's Kane's lawyers.

I cannot help you any more without involving my colleagues.

Wait a sec. Some lawyers are on their way into Europol.

I'll give you the names. I need to know what they are after.

Jean Monteux, wanted by Europol and Interpol–

–for several professional hits.

-His family has sued you, Paul. -What?

You have to wait for the meeting.

It's insane what lawyers can do. I have a meeting with them now.

-They are early. -Why have they sued?

They claim that Europol personal killed their client in cold blood.

It wasn't Europol.

-How do we know that? -This videotape.

So they are asking for a copy of it.

Legally speaking, I don't think we can refuse.

If we go to the police, there's a risk that our names and everything–

–end up with the killers' lawyers, who are with Europol right now.

They know who you are, but they want to know who I am.

And put pressure on me. Maybe by threatening you.

-How do you know all this? -Anja.

-Have you been in contact with the police? -Anja is a friend. She doesn't leak.

-She did it to you. -I want to catch the killers.

I have one hell of an advantage in that nobody knows who I am.

Damn it, Johan. Why did I push you into this?

What the hell should I do, then? I can't just give a crap now, can I?

-You've done it for the last year. -What about her, then?

She dies without my help.

You're using her and you're using your old girlfriend at the police station.

Only to take revenge. I don't want to be part of that, Johan!

I am pregnant.

HILVERSUM AIRPORT, THE HAGUE

Oh, my God... Kane has left the hospital.

You must tell me everything you know. Or I'll leave you here. You understand?

Dammit...

Okay... What your boss was talking about on TV...

The transport company with over a thousand lorries.

I know who the masterminds are.

Europol exposed the company and seized the lorries. The owner got six years.

No, it was just a... What the fuck is it called?

-A front. -Mole? Goalie?

I'm talking about the real owners, who bought the lorries back at auction.

Through a new front with a new firm for less than the debts of the first firm.

Now everything is back on track. I've seen three driving past now.

And Kane is one of the owners?

No, he's responsible for the transactions.

The money flows into companies via the stock exchange in London and New York.

-How? -Correspondent banking.

He works with 12-13 bankers in as many countries–

–so the authorities see no connection.

And tomorrow...he's in Munich.

How do you know that? He's just discharged from hospital?

If he's not there, people will get really fucking pissed off.

Who?

-Who? -Fuck...

I was supposed to have dinner with them yesterday. Nice businessmen.

One of them owns "Cuisine Express", which is available across half of Europe.

Then there's another one–

–who owns one of the largest retail chains in the world.

Then the one who's the actual owner of the lorries.

Yes...there.

We leave the hire car here. We need to get out of The Hague.

Airports and railway stations aren't safe. And you shouldn't travel by car.

The nearest airport outside Holland is in Düsseldorf.

Okay, check the files. There's a print here.

-Those two are definitely a match. -There's a match. That's brilliant.

The head waiter said the police were here asking the same thing–

–but none of the staff could remember any faces.

But the woman was blonde. They remember that.

Boss, we've got a print matching.

One from Rebecca's apartment and one from Harris Capital Management.

She was here. And we and the killers are the only ones who know it.

-Plus her guardian angel. -Excuse me! Elizabeth saw something.

No, but I heard.

The man who ran off with the girl–

–he spoke Swedish with the older man. The Europol guy.

What makes you think it was Swedish?

They said on TV that the older man was Swedish. Wasn't he?

I never thought of telling the police this. Maybe I should...

We'll do that when we speak to them.

If you remember anything else...

-...give us a call. -Okay.

-Well, thank you. -Thank you very much.

We're not going to speak to the police, are we?

No. Check every hotel for Swedes.

I've cleared up some of the disturbance.

But I can probably get it better.

The Dutch police who are running the investigation–

–have decided not to release any material.

How do you justify that?

As long as the videotapes are being forensically examined–

–we won't release any copies.

-See you tomorrow. -Yeah, bye-bye.

-Bye-bye. -Bye, everybody.

Hello, darling. That's funny, I was just about to call you. Hello?

Hello?

Listen... We want a copy of the videotape from the restaurant.

We tell you where to deliver it.

-Do you read me, over? -Clear. Over.

At the seventh hotel, we got it.

A Swedish family checked in an hour before the murder–

–and checked out ten minutes after. Over.

-Good. Get their personal data. -Yeah, we'll do. Over and out.

-Are we in Düsseldorf now? -Soon.

The first plane doesn't take off until tomorrow morning.

So we have time to eat and rest.

Should I order three or four tickets?

Her name and mine shouldn't appear on any booking lists.

-But you're going, right? -Not on the same plane.

It's too risky. I'll come later.

-Damn it. -What?

No, it's one of the contracts I wrote at the fair.

Hey!

Hey!

-How are you? -I can't sleep.

-That didn't happen in The Hague, did it? -No, he did it.

-Wait. I'll help you. -It's a piece of glass or something...

-How long have you known him? -Since I was 19.

London School of Economics. I was in the first year, he - the last.

When he graduated, he made a stupid deal and...

...he got millions in tax debts.

To pay for it, it was an avalanche effect.

I'm so fucking scared.

Can I trust you to help me?

There's someone out there.

Nina, wake up. Get up.

Check the computer.

There are two at the reception.

Listen now... When the lights go out - run to the car and drive.

Fuck the bags. This is serious.

-What about you? -I'm there, but don't wait for me.

-I have to... -Shut up!

Hey.

Jesus Christ!

-Oh, shit. -You alright, mate?

Johan, are you okay?

Come on! Give us a hand here.

Is it the police? I'm calling from the Röhmer Motel.

You must come immediately.

I'm Frank Devlin. Head of EuroSec, London.

You alright?

Don't trust them. They are Kane's.

We've got Rebecca.

-Who's he talking to? -You OK?

Headquarters. Our parent company Harrows Capital Centres.

Rebecca, you have quite a few questions to answer.

How did you find us?

You checked into the hotel in The Hague an hour before the murder–

–and checked out ten minutes after using the same Eurocard you used here.

Do you know who I am?

Well, judging by the rather sad condition of my colleagues–

–you must be the one who saved Rebecca.

-What are you going to do with her? -Take her back to London.

She doesn't want to go.

Look, I am happy to help you all till this is over.

There are people out there who want you dead.

And probably you too.

62 metres, no wind.

I know this security company. It's one of the best in Europe.

-But it's owned by Harrows Capital. -So?

Which in turn is owned by a foundation in Jersey–

–a ring-fenced foundation controlled by Kane.

So these are his lackeys, his samurai. And they probably don't even know it.

You're the vice president of his financial institution.

-You're a lackey too, aren't you? -Stop it!

I just went through the contracts just to see who's ordering.

Among other things, there's a group doing business–

–with the same chain she was talking about.

So I get paid, and so have you for the last year–

–by the same fucking bastards who deal with the lorries.

Sure, it's a pain in the arse, but let's face reality.

She's done something fucking brave.

-Wait. -What is it?

It's not the right blonde.

I have her in my crosshairs.

Radiate transmitters, two of them at nine o'clock.

Sniper, get in the car!

Drive!

-You all right, boss? -Yeah.

The plate in the vest took it.

Where is Johan?

-How's he doing? -We're in and out.

Night vision. Cut the lights.

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

-We need a fucking hospital here! -Roger.

And can we please use the proper procedural language?

Fucking Roger, Out!

How did they find us?

Could they have put transmitters on the cars?

We've had them under surveillance the whole time.

-So, what, followed us visually? -No way.

Don't you get it? They're Kane's people. And so are you.

What the hell are you talking about?

Ever since your security company went bankrupt–

–and was bought by Harrow's three years ago–

–Kane has been using you as his own private police force.

If Phoenix Kane owned Harrow's capital, I'd be the first to know.

Well, obviously not.

Who are you calling?

Hi there! You have reached Johan. Leave a message after the beep.

-Dammit! -He'll be alright.

We've got other priorities right now.

What's happening to that hospital, over?

Yeah, there's a hospital in 60 kilometres.

Now, you can get out there, or you can come with us to the airport.

Would you please listen to me? You take me to London...

...I'm dead.

Base, this is Alpha 1. Message, over.

This is Base. Go ahead, Alpha 1.

We've been attacked by an unknown number of snipers.

Heading for hospital, over.

Affirmative, Alpha 1.

Seen anyone?

No. Snipers not in sight.

Yeah.

Okay, I got it.

On the right.

It's Helén. My battery...

Hi! You've reached Helen. Leave a message after the beep.

It's me. I am okay.

I don't have a mobile phone. But I'll call you later.

Good, thank you.

-Månsdottir. -Hello, it's me again.

I know who killed Sellberg.

-Okay... -A financier - Phoenix Kane.

His security company has arrested Helen, Nina and my secret witness.

I need your help now. Kane lands at Munich airport today.

-Is he wanted? -No-one knows he's involved.

I cannot request his arrest if he's not wanted.

Arresting him won't do shit. At most, he'll be charged with assault.

I'm going to put an end to this. You understand me?

-Johan, you know... -What I need to know...

...is when he lands and which hotel he stays in.

Check where he has booked.

Ask the German police, Europol or whatever the fuck. OK?

-OK. Call me back in half an hour. -Good! Thank you. Bye.

Excuse me. Where are you going?

Terry's got a cracked cervical vertebra.

Bodine's got a concussion with internal bleeding.

And Miller's leg is being operated on as we speak.

So, they're all bloody well stuck here. There's only Mr. Scotland Yard left.

Shall I get you a taxi, or do you want to come along to the airport?

-What's happening now? -Wait to be your boyfriend at the airport.

None of this has anything to do with you.

What are you going to do with her?

She'll be taken to Harrow's Capital Management.

Get in the car.

How the hell?

Well, they knew we were going to a hospital.

There's at least four hospitals within a 70-kilometre radius of him.

Jesus.

Switch off the GPS.

Switch off the positioning system, now!

Alpha 1, we've lost your position. Over.

Alpha 1, do you read me?

-Can I use your phone? -Oh, sure.

-I have my own SIM card. -Okay.

You know, München is a nice place.

But now, of course, with this EU summit–

–it's just a lot of demonstrations and shit.

You want to be there when the Oktoberfest is on.

You like beer?

Well, then I tell you, the Oktoberfest is the place to be.

-Can I buy your phone? -How much?

-100 euros? -150!

Okay.

You have a new message.

Hi, it's me. We are with them in a hospital.

Nina and I are fine. Shit, I'll call you later. Bye.

Fuck.

Base to Alpha 1. Come in, please.

Base calling Alpha 1. Over.

I'm sorry, sir. I don't know what could have happened.

Try again. Let me know if there's any progress.

Yes, sir.

So the last we heard from them was when they found Rebecca?

That's right, sir.

Looks like we have a renegade security team on the loose.

You have to deal with it, Mr. Harris.

We lost them.

-Coffee? -No.

-Yes? -Hey! How's it going?

He lands at 11.10. He's booked a night at Munich Plaza.

-11.10? -Yes.

We'll be in München soon.

-Who was that? -Someone I hitch-hike with.

-You're not alone this time. -Hey!

So, what are we going to do? Get more people?

Not from our firm. They're under enemy control.

Give me the satellite phone. That they can't trace.

My friends at Deutsche Security owe me a couple of favours.

I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm sorry, Frank.

OK. Thank you. Bye.

They won't help us.

Apparently everybody in the business just got an email.

Our licences have been revoked.

-By who? -HQ.

We've been outlawed.

...an entire continent.

Yes?

He's coming here now.

-Here he is. -Thanks.

Mr. Falk? Frank Devlin here.

I have to admit that I've re-evaluated the situation.

-What do you mean? -We have a common enemy, Mr. Falk.

Stop blow the economy!

Hi.

Is it a good idea for you to be here?

Why are they here?

Well, I'm not sure what's safe anymore. I'm not going to send them home.

Addresses are public knowledge in your country.

I'll arrange a safe house at a hotel nearby.

-You used an alias here, didn't you? -Of course.

Look at the bank down there. That's where they make the transactions.

Okay. He lands in ten minutes.

-Do you have bugging equipment? -No. Why?

There are other ways.

-So, do you have a plan? -Yeah. Get inside the plaza.

And when they arrive, provoke them. Anything to get evidence.

Then, let the police step in.

The plazas are one of the official conference hotels for the EU Summit.

Could be difficult to get in without a pass.

-Unless you're staying there, of course. -It's fully booked.

This entitled me to pass the EU summit in Gothenburg.

-What is it? -Advertisers Association in Sweden.

I'm their vice president.

-Once I register, maybe I can get you in. -Worth a try.

-But what the hell...! -Why?

-Fuck's sake! You're pregnant! -If so, so are you, right?

But hey...

What the hell could happen with all those policemen in there?

Seems the entire city is booked up.

-What are you going to do? -Check if you see someone you recognise.

-This is the smallest we got. -I want five. With prepaid SIM cards.

I would like to see your audio recorders and video cameras.

-It's the EU summit. -Yes.

Done, but we have a problem.

-Never in my life. -Why not?

You said we would finish this and I can't get you in.

-This is only valid for me. -She'll manage.

I'll take the bank. You hold the phone here.

Kane might not even show up in time.

Okay, I'll show you what to do.

Hi, how's it going? I think we should grab a bite.

No, she doesn't come until Monday. I'm alone here. It's alright. Goodbye.

-Good day. -Do you speak English?

-Yes, of course. How can I help you? -Listen, you've been recommended to us.

Perhaps you could tell me something about your bank?

What would you like to know?

Well, could we start with your current interest rates?

TO PHOENIX KANE, MÜNCHEN PLAZA, ROOM NUMBER?

In several locations in Munich, where EU finance ministers will today sign–

–the package of measures for the future of the EU, demonstrations have broken out.

-Now they're here. Press "record". -Dammit...

THEY ARE HERE

Sorry.

-Månsdottir. -It's me.

Here are the names of Kane's colleagues.

...Tony Sorensen, Joseph Martins, Hans Ebenhardt.

-It's me again. -Who was that?

-You can't know that. -Okay, I'll get started.

-Mr. Kane. These are for you. -Thank you.

-232. -Thank you.

Yes, the meeting went very well.

What the hell is taking so long?

-Excuse me, someone lost mine. -Thank you.

I'm faxing the names to you now, sir.

And you believe that these men–

–have something to do with the Sellberg murder?

-According to my source. -Can you reveal the source to us?

No, I got a call from a prepaid phone card. Untraceable.

Okay, the fax is coming through now. We'll check the names in the database.

Phoenix Kane, Tony Sorensen, Joseph Martins and Hans Ebenhardt.

-The daily rates. -Thank you.

Okay, I'll look at these and get back to you.

Okay.

-Thank you very much. -Thank you.

-Done! -Good, Nina. Thank you!

-The ringtone? -I've switched it off and the light.

Set them to respond automatically.

Here.

-Jesus. Who's that man? -I've never seen him.

-Where's Rebecca? -Well, he pushed her away.

Take it back. What the fuck is this?

-See here. -Where did he go?

Now we can switch between conversations–

–listening and record the mobiles.

The analysis of the Dutch police.

Translated to English by Europol.

Great that our taxes pay off finally, huh?

That's Tony Sorensen.

He's behind the lorry business, among other things.

"Being unable to identify the subjects.

But according to police and military experts–

–the man on the tape who returns the perpetrators' fire–

–is most likely a specially trained police officer, or elite soldier.

Presumably both."

Oh, great. First a renegade security company–

–and now a mysterious super cop.

I've called some friends of mine, and they're on their way.

Just in case.

-There's the blonde from the motel. -Exactly.

Excuse me. At this moment, no one gets out.

But I'm staying on the other side of the street.

-At the city hotel. -It's for your own safety.

Okay, thanks.

-Yes? -I was stopped at the door.

-No-one else can go out either. -Stay there with the police.

Yes, but I will try again.

The bank's set.

What are you looking at?

-Oh, my God. -What?

-The aim on Rebecca. -What did you say?

Joey. Hans. Would you wait for us down in the lobby?

Please? Please!

Thank you.

They're trying to kill her. That's not what I wanted.

-Phoenix, you must... -Must what?

-They're trying to fucking kill her. -Kane...

What sort of instructions did you give them, Tony?

They were just going to bring her back to England, but...

-But what? -If she talked to the police...

...they should take her.

For fuck's sake, man.

If she talks, we are finished.

Okay. Let's take care of business.

-Yes? -What have you found out?

Europol confirms that they're suspected of financial crime–

–but hasn't been able to prove it.

Excuse me, sir. I'm afraid I can't let anyone out.

Get us an escort, then.

It is imperative we get to the bank next door.

Otherwise the global economy might completely collapse.

Do you understand? You are here to help us do our job.

It's just around the corner. Help us. You'll be back in no time.

Okay, follow me.

Now we have them on tape. Tony Sorensen, incitement to murder.

Phoenix Kane, incitement to commit kidnapping.

Martins and Ebenhardt, accessory to kidnapping.

The pigs just got out and are heading to Deutsche Euro Bank on the same street.

Now we'll soon know what the hell all this is about.

Welcome, gentlemen, to Deutsche Eurobank.

We want to make this our main bank in Germany.

And you, Herr Miller, our chief banker, with all the benefits that provides.

These are our transactions–

–and the order in which we want them made.

Okay, let me take a look at it.

We need reinforcements.

-Seems good. -Exactly.

Not something you'd give away to another bank.

-Good, shall we? -Yes, of course.

-What are they doing? -Wait.

The manager's giving them loans so they can buy shell companies.

-That's why. -What?

Well, they all need to be there to sign the loans and approve the transactions.

Why do they need a loan?

My estimate is that Sorensen makes about a million a week–

–dirty money on the transport business, but he can't use it–

–because the taxman would be suspicious, so they use–

–Ebenhardt's chain of restaurants and Joey Martin's chain stores.

And there the money is accounted for as cash profit, so it becomes legal.

But then to avoid paying taxes. They move the restaurant–

–and the chain store activities on paper to new companies.

Now the cash balance is all that's left in the old companies–

–which Kane now buys with the borrowed money.

-There, they've paid back the loan. -What?

They only need the loan for a minute–

–since the cash and the shell companies exceeds what they paid for them.

That's nice profit, making dirty money clean and tax-free.

And the bank's profit?

The bank wants to have as much money as possible passing through its system.

If they don't play along, another bank will.

So the money goes finally to...

...buying legal firms like financial institutions or...

...security companies.

Well, I wonder where all the extra resources came from–

–when you sold us to Harrow's Capital.

Now we have enough evidence. Make sure Europol raids the bank now.

Fuck's sake! Neither Europol nor the National Crime Agency...

-...reach the police leadership in Munich. -What the fuck are you saying?

It's chaos there. They're at full war with the protesters.

Damn it!

Jesus Christ!

Let's get on with it.

It became silent.

-Fuck's sake... -Is it the batteries or what?

Let's get the bastards.

RECEIVED CALLS

Is Rebecca with you?

-Who is this? -We have met before, I think.

At a restaurant in Dan Haag.

You have listened to friends of mine. Now listen to this.

The deal is, a colleague of mine is on his way to the lobby of your hotel.

I'll contact him in exactly...

...three minutes.

If Rebecca is not with him, then...

...your girlfriend dies.

-Fuck's sake! -What is it?

-What has happened? -They...

They want me to sacrifice one of you.

What is this?

The whole city is blacked out.

The transactions went through, I think.

-You think? -I'm not a technician.

565 million euros stuck in cyberspace.

Fuck this!

Wait, wait. Wait.

Backup power come on soon, surely.

Go.

Go. I'll make sure the transactions went through.

-I can't leave you here. -Then stay.

We'll take the back door.

Come on!

Wait here, Nina. You stay here.

No point in you both dying.

Drop the gun.

Back off.

-Yes? -Is she there?

-He came alone. -What?

-Where is Rebecca? -Where is Helén?

Well, you've just killed her.

Put him on the sofa.

We need an ambulance for an injured police officer.

-What's going on? -She's here now.

Finish it!

-Wait, wait. Where's Tony? -I don't know.

-That's Frank Devlin. Kane's people. -Oh, great.

Where's Rebecca?

Believe me, I will shoot her. Where is she?

My God, stop it! You're pathetic.

You think too much of me.

You stop your torpedoes right now.

Or at least one of us is going to die in this fucking bank.

Tony, come in.

Rebecca.

Now, let's be really fucking honest with each other.

Who exactly knows about the contract on Rebecca?

Ebenhardt, Martins, do they know?

No. They just helped to find her.

-So it's only you? -Yes. Look, I...

Jesus Christ! Baby?

How do we stop the torpedoes now?

I don't know who they are.

He was the only one who had contact with them.

Why are you doing this?

Where's Rebecca?

-Okay, I'll shoot now. -The bank! The bank!

The police...

CONFIRMING PURCHASE RECEIPT TO ACCOUNT: 55HKC689

BELONGS TO THE POLICE

All task forces at Marienplatz have been issued with rubber bullets.

Contrary to the Mafia, which is commonly described as an octopus–

–with a head controlling its many arms, this new kind of crime is–

–more like a massive and reproducing cell, a complex and cancerous network–

–where no one has control, where one hand hardly knows–

–what the other hand is doing, much less who the hand belongs to.

There were three more.

I know.

-You all right? -Yeah.

Yeah, I'm all right.

You sure?

And now...?

-What now? -Oh, me?

Oh, I'm going to clean up my own backyard–

–starting with the managing director of a certain financial institution in London.

I'll buy some more handcuffs.

At home!

Hey...

Sellberg here. How are you doing?

Well, you've probably heard that I'm going to be director.

The Organised Crime Division of Europol.

So I would need to talk to you, Johan.

I'm going to have a big fucking press conference down there and...

Do you think I should say all those things we usually talk about?

Everything we've agonised over at the police station when no one's heard us.

All those things you actually think.

It's probably the last thing I'll do before retirement.

I've had so many fucking wimpy bosses in my life–

–so if I'm going to be one myself, I'll be damned...

Yeah, you know what I mean.

But this is what I'm thinking about and I'd like to talk to you.

Please call me. Goodbye!

Okay, Monsieur.