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Lisa Metz, BKA Frankfurt.

It�s a DDoS attack on their internal network.

PREVIOUSLY ON HACKERVILLE...

They want to bust the most dangerous hacker in Romania.

Be careful out there. Don�t trust anyone!

I think you got the wrong address.

They�re not hackers, they�re scammers.

We seized almost 50,000 euros, so someone did do something.

My intel puts the cash in there at ten times that!

Could that be 450 thousand?

I�m looking for this guy? Hello, Seraphim.

Two German banks were hacked in the past 24 hours.

-How much did he take this time? -9 euros and 99 cents.

Who�d want to steal 9.99 euros?

-Who�s that younger kid? -Cipi, Dragos�s kid brother.

Where did�ya even get the money? Must�ve cost a ton!

9.99.

-Behave, you hear? -Yes.

-And don't go kissing boys. -Dad! Gross!

Hey, Nic.

So Cezar Iacob's in trouble?

Great. I'm glad.

Setting off now.

I need a gamer profile for Rogue League.

A cool nickname. And I need it ASAP.

On it!

-How's it going with Sandor? -It's not.

He doesn�t even know I�m still in town.

-Pretty cool guy! I have his file. -Oof, Freddy!

You wanna see his EKG?

Or his tax records?

Is he funny?

I guess... sometimes, but... He's so moody.

And when he's ticked off, he can really get on my nerves.

You hit the jackpot!

I think people with the same defects make the happiest couples.

-Call me when you've got the profile. -Will do!

Ciao.

-No need, thanks. -I know.

-Good day, Inspector. -Madam.

What in God's name happened here?

Just what it looks like. The house got burnt to a crisp.

I figured he'd do this. Burn it down.

Who's that?

Cezar Iacob.

Why would he burn down a house he'd just bought?

Come on, Inspector, really?!

He drew up insurance papers before he even bought it.

How naive are you?!

Why don't you file a police report, if you're so sure?

I actually have.

You'll get a call in a minute and you'll know I'm right.

Well, not a report per se...

-It's not in my nature to... -Hurt others.

Quite right.

Yeah, boss.

Hard to say at this point.

So I should go talk to Iacob. OK, boss, it's just...

Right, if you say so.

IT�s spent three years working on this gamer profile.

And never used it.

So? You�re here for the Rogue League Tournament.

On the German team, of course.

You're a two-time world champ, but you've been in a slump of late.

Uhum. What's my username?

-Killjoy. -Killjoy?!

-Yep! -You have me confused with Sandor.

How so? It sounds great!

How about... Sleeping Beauty?

Nope, no way to change it now.

Killjoy�s already up on several websites.

Have a look, it's live.

-What about Cipi? -Cipi is Dark Mole.

He's pretty good, his team almost won the regionals.

Pretty good? The kid hacked both Neubaubank and Deutsche Arbeitsbank.

Good luck!

Where�s Lisa?

-Wasn�t she supposed to be back by now? -Yep.

Her flight got delayed. Some strike.

Then there�s the weather? It�s total chaos.

-Let me know when she comes in, OK? -Sure.

Thanks.

- Cheers, mate. - Cheers.

Hi. No answer.

What's the deal, cap? Why are you so worked up?

They said you didn't answer the door.

- We almost did some damage. - I was taking a bath.

But tell'em this gate's more than they make in a year.

If I do that, they're gonna knock it down for sure.

So, what can I help you with?

- It's about this fire last night. - Right.

Don't tell me you already caught them.

We're working on it. But the chief wants a word with you downtown.

- With me? Why? - Dunno, he didn't say.

- But it's just a talk at this point. - Got it.

If you promise to turn on the siren, I'm in.

Will do. We aim to please.

Aren't you German? How come you speak Romanian?

I was born here in town.

-Really? -Uhum.

And how did you get my number?

-I sniffed around online. -You're boss.

How old are you anyway? Your profile pic looked...

16.

From what I found online, I figured you're at least 20.

No. You?

A lot older.

I thought so.

Where's the gaming scene around here? Got some time to kill.

- I can show you. - Cool.

Let's go.

I'm Dragos, Dacian-born, Like Decebalus to war sworn.

Your frontal lobe's my meal today And Hannibal's my AKA.

Gonna serve you a KO Gonna make your head spin, yo!

On my life, I'mma unhinge All the rappers who're average.

I'mma take over the airwaves And unshackle all you slaves.

All guns blazing, I've got ammo And I thrive on throwing shade, yo!

Throwing words to scratch the itch, Strainin' at too short a leash.

Dontcha aggravate the beast Don't wanna see it released.

Or else I'mma knock out your tusks, Send'em to yo mama in a box...

-I promise you'll regret it... -Is this you?

Sorry, no refund. You buy, you buy. Beat it.

It's a world chock full of pigs And I'm the swineheard up in front...

Go on, man, buzz off, go! Go away already!

Relax, man, I didn't come to return it.

I just liked what I heard. You're great, man!

I should know. I'm in business with the guys from Parazitii...

and La Familia too, and others.

But you - your music's very much your own.

Can't explain it.

-You really liked it? -Uhum.

I'm glad.

No offense, but... Parazitii are kind of tired.

They kind of are, sadly.

Listen, man, let me get three more to pass along to my mates.

- Are you in the music business? - I've got a label, set it up in 2009.

In L.A. But we're about to branch out in New York and London.

- Oh, cool, so you're a... - Producer, yup.

So, why in the world would you come here?

I'm looking for something...

fresher. I mean...

the new shit.

Come by my hotel tomorrow if you feel like a coffee.

The Continental. Noon, OK?

Georg. Georg Maslac.

Dragos.

I'm Dragos, Dacian-born, Like Decebalus to war sworn.

Your frontal lobe's my meal today And Hannibal's my AKA.

Gonna serve you a KO Gonna make your head spin, yo!

On my life, I'mma unhinge All the rappers who're average

I take it you were at the house last night?

Yes, after the fire broke out, my guy called me down.

I worked with the firemen all night. I assume you're aware.

-At least you're insured. -Where did you get that idea?

-I only bought it yesterday. -A little bird told me you were.

That little bird can go fuck herself, and mind her own fucking business.

After you.

I probably know the answer, but I have to ask you on the record

if you have any enemies, or there's anyone you suspect.

Chief, you know as well as I do that Madam Luminita is a sore loser.

Mr. Iacob, I suggest you keep from throwing blame around without proof.

You wouldn't want to get on the Chiriacs' bad side.

-Is that a threat? -No.

It wasn't my intention, but...

Adam, give us a minute please.

Where's that USB stick, with the virus, that Metz left?

-Wow, that girl�s lodged in your brain! -Cut that out!

The girl's gone, end of story. Home alone.

-Then, why? -We're still cops, aren't we?

Up to us to catch the thief, ain't it?

-Wow, that's safe as houses... -Isn't it just?

Careful with it, don't stick it in a networked computer.

-No joke. -Thanks.

Look...

It's what they used to hack into... that Neuba-babank in Germany.

Check it out, maybe you can figure out who continued your work.

Can't get in trouble again, Mr. Sandor.

What trouble, Cornel? Do you think I'd do that to you?

I'm just asking for your help. And I'll help you when you need it too.

But you gotta commission a chair too.

Painted or rustic?

Rustic. I can't afford paint on a government salary.

It's in here.

Is this your place?

No. It's uncle Cezar's, the top guy working in computers around here.

Cezar Iacob?

-Yes. You know him? -Just know of him.

-Is he really your uncle? -No, he just likes us calling him that.

Ciao!

-Hiya. What's up? -Ciao! All good.

This bozo's trying to sell a military chopper.

Took a pic through the fence, now the morons think it's his.

He's asking where I got it. What do I say?

Tell him it's your dad's, and he died, of cancer...

and you're selling it 'cause... it reminds you of him.

-Damn, bro, he can't be that stupid. -You never know.

No way! Says sorry about my dad,

but he can't pay without seeing the chopper first.

Obviously.

Say you'd send it to him, only you can't afford the gas.

'Cause you lost your shirt on the funeral.

Dunno... you'll think of something.

Look, says he'll pay for the gas.

Good job.

Lisa, check it out, it's a game I made.

It's called 'Hold the Red' and it's custom-made for Timisoara.

Wow! You built your own game.

Yes, and I've never let anyone play it, you'll be the first.

Thanks.

That's the city map and these are the stoplights I control.

-And these are yours. See? -Uhum.

We launch DDoS attacks against each other,

but stop short of crashing the servers.

-Got it? -Yes.

-So you wanna try it? -You bet!

-Ready? -Uhum.

3...

2...

1...

Go!

-Chill, I had a green light! -Chill?! I was in that cab!

Settle down...

-Is that guy for real?! Are you blind? -The city of broken lights!

I don't get it. What's wrong with the stoplights?

It's a right mess...

What the hell's going on? The stoplights went haywire.

Yeah. The phones are ringing off the hook.

-So? -Someone must�ve hacked the computer

that coordinates the stoplights. Just got off with IT.

-Say they found the source. -Where?

It�s an internet cafe?

Fucking kamikaze broad!

I know it. I'll call when I get there.

Come on, come on!

-Come on, Lisa! -Hold the red! Hold it!

-You can do it! -You�re almost there!

3... 2... 1!

You played a good game.

Police!

Jesus! All these crashes...

-He told me it was just a game. -And you believed him.

I think it was Cipi, the kid brother, who hacked Neubaubank and Arbeitsbank.

-Like hell he did! -Yep.

I'll bet my bottom dollar it was his big brother.

Only... I've got proof. I saw him code.

He's nothing short of a genius! Trust me, I'm good at what I do.

So that's your excuse for glitching up the stoplights?

You were in pursuit of a criminal mastermind.

A minor. In a country where you've no capacity anyway!

I've got more capacity than you. Up here at least.

You don't say!

Despite your uncanny smarts, you've compromised this investigation

-and screwed the pooch. -Screwed the what?

The pooch. How'bout you crack a book if words escape you?

As if you spoke a word of German, Mr. Sandor!

I do, ein, zvei, Politzai!

And, in my capacity as "politzai," I can either arrest you

and throw you in jail or arrest you and pack you off home!

-Wow, I�m shaking in my boots. -You�re not?

Just you wait till the Boss finds out!

-You�re not thinking of telling him?! -Or what?

Look the fool? After I told him you left last night?

You�re such a good little soldier.

We need something watertight if he�s gonna believe us.

Adam tells me you're from Timisoara.

Yes, I lived here till I was 8. With my mom.

My husband worked with someone named Metz.

Had a house on Republicii Street, I think.

-We lived on Florilor Street. -Yes, yes, on Florilor too.

There was a German family living there.

There were some rumblings when they left.

-Rumblings? -Scandal.

Eh, you know how folks are. Gossips.

Adam's father had just passed, so...

It was rough.

But it's over now.

-Aren't you hungry? -I am, it's just... I don't eat meat.

-What kind of German are you? -The vegetarian kind.

We're in the minority in Germany. But we're growing!

I can make you some French fries, or pasta.

I'm not that hungry, please don't fuss over me.

She only eats nuts. Three a day, like a squirrel.

-So you like nuts? -Yes, but not all kinds...

Thank you.

If anyone asks where you were today, you didn't go near that net cafe.

-You were here the whole time. -What will your mom say?

Mom's chomping at the bit.

She wanted to be an actress back in the day.

You shouldn't have mentioned the nuts. She thought you were serious.

-Food for neurotics. -Why neurotics? It's very healthy.

That's what they say, ain't it?

That all of these diet hangups... are actually a sign of something else?

-Who gave you that idea? -My years on the force.

Dealing with a lot of neurotics.

It's usually brought on by a rough childhood.

My childhood was fine.

Hello there, Mr. Iacob.

Need a lift?

-I'm sorry about what happened to you. -I'm sure you are.

I mean it. I'm not denying I had my eye on that villa, but I know what it's like

to lose everything in a freak accident.

It was arson, madam. Not an accident.

I assume you know the arsonist, right?

I think we're better off as friends, not enemies, don't you agree?

Look, even if the house burned down,

I'll give you what you paid for it in full.

No insurance would pay it all off, as you know.

-The full price? -Yes.

Parole d'honeur. One thing though...

I'll ask that you decide quickly, I've got other deadlines to meet.

In other words, by tonight. If that's OK with you.

Here, I drew up the paperwork, just in case.

Take it in to work, stick your feet in cold water,

think about it, and let me know by tonight.

'Cause, who knows, tomorrow I might have other plans.

Yes, boss.

At home with mom, having lunch.

No, I hadn't heard.

Right, I'll head over now.

Thanks for lunch, it was delicious.

-And sorry if I upset you... -You didn't.

-Mom, if anyone calls... -I know, you came here an hour earlier.

Oh, can you pick the girls up later?

How about I fix your car too? Since I'm up and about?!

-Come on, please... -Fine, go on.

-Is that the way to my hotel? -No, it's that way.

I'm not letting you wander off, you're trouble.

I haven't gotten my steps in today, I'll leg it.

What steps?

Wow, something the expert in neuroses doesn't know?

Grown-ups who've had rough childhoods

aim to walk at least 10,000 steps a day.

Oh, wow. How does time work in Germany that you can do all that...

And we've got the shortest work week in Europe to boot!

I am sorry for today.

Get in trouble again, and I'm arresting you for real.

-Handcuffs and all! -Can hardly wait.

FOR SALE; TURNKEY CONDOS; RESIDENTIAL COMPLEX; NEGOTIABLE PRICES

How could I say no to a deal like that?

I still don't get why she'd pay me all that money.

The paperwork's legit, though.

Then it doesn't matter, does it?

I guess she just wants this place, badly.

For something else, most likely.

But you know Luminita's only happy when she gets one over on you.

I haven't figured out her angle here.

Anyway, until we do figure it out, I got us some muscle.

Just in case.

-So, did you look it over? -Yes, uh...

Dunno who it was, but it's nicely done.

This code kicks off a chain reaction that gets you into the server.

It's like some sort of flamethrower. For real.

-So, put plainly? -It bypasses any antivirus.

Starts up all your programs, revs them up to the max,

until your hardware gets red hot.

And meanwhile, it's swiped all your passwords.

-You mean it literally combusts? -Uhm...

Your phone, tablet, computer - they're easy to overheat.

Anyway, I'm thinking he must be some sort of gamer...

What are you doing there, Cornel?

I'm off to the store, mom, getting some bread.

-Get me a lighter too, will'ya? -OK, mom.

I�ll come down with you.

-Do you play Rogue League? -No.

Right.

Broad strokes: five players all attack at once to distract you.

and a sixth sneaks in through a blindspot and does real damage.

What did he take from your code?

He used it, but mapped it differently, and reconfigured the lot.

Honestly, you could be doing this stuff for years,

and never even consider doing what this kid did.

He kicks ass. Coders only dream of having his skills.

-Dragos? -Eh?

I played against a German girl today.

And? Gave you a run for your money?

Yeah, but I won.

Or I would've, if the cops hadn't come to arrest her.

What the hell game was this?

I messed with the stoplights system.

Where were you?

At Cezar's net cafe.

- Didn't I forbid you to go? - All my friends go there.

- So what? - You go there too!

I go there for work!

Fine, then. Message received.

So why did the cops show?

Dunno, they only grabbed her, but...

I feel bad about it, she didn't know it was for real.

She thought it was just a game.

Cipi, bro...

Listen good, as of tomorrow, you go straight to school

and then come right home, got it? No gaming, nothing.

The city's crawling with cops. Are we clear?

-I should go look for her... apologize. -No looking for chicks, you hear?

Why aren't you eating?

You don't like my omelette?

Let's go downstairs for pizza.

Come on.

Cheer up.

Hello. I'm speaking to you from one of the sites

most affected by the stoplights malfunction in Timisoara.

As my colleagues just said, dozens of cars are now totaled

and stranded in large junctions, as well as on sideroads across town.

The damage was caused by a failure in the stoplights system.

We have no details yet on the origin of the failure,

and sources from the control center of the city's stoplights system

-are silent on... -Evening. What can I get you?

A schnapps. Make that two.

Traffic is still slow along most roads affected by the malfunction.

Emergency services have trouble reaching the crash sites, due to traffic jams.

Authorities advise motorists at this time to...

-What are you up to? -Watching cartoons.

-Did you brush your teeth? -Later.

No, listen, get Iulia, brush your teeth,

-and watch cartoons after, OK? -Come on, dad!

Wait a sec, I got a call, hold on.

-Yes? -I�m calling about the German lady.

-Did she contact you? -No, I don't think so.

-We have a problem. -OK, I�m heading there now.

-Please hurry, OK? -Yes, I�m on my way.

Eins, zwei, Polizei Drei, vier, Grenadier

F�nf, sechs, alte Hex' Sieben, acht - gute Nacht!

Eins, zwei, Polizei Drei, vier, Grenadier...

Another schanpps!

-Adam? -Don�t hang up, I�ll be there in a sec.

I�ll be here.

-Waiting. -OK.

Cheers, Inspector! I held off till you got here.

Didn't call the cops or anything, so it wouldn't get out of hand.

-Good. -But we've had damages.

-If you catch my drift. -Then overcharge the Brits

next time they break something in here.

Need me to draw you a map?

Tell me.

I'll have a beer, thanks.

What took you so long?

So your childhood was carefree...

and this is just how you spend your Thursdays, boozing it up.

I had a crappy day.

I caused car crashes that killed people.

Relax, you didn't even manage that.

Everyone got out alive.

It's mainly just been bruises.

So you're not cuffing me?

For being a neurotic?

Are you looking at me or the lamp? It's hard to tell.

Thanks.

Did I ever tell you my folks are from Timisoara?

Yes, several times. But feel free to tell me again.

I went by my childhood home today.

It's scheisse.

-It's scheisse? -Uhum.

Gone to seed.

And it used to be so beautiful, you know?

I bet.

Before my dad ran away abroad, I mean.

And then my childhood was all gone too.

Why did your dad run away?

-What? -Why did your dad run away?

He was plotting to topple the communists.

And they took it out on my mom.

The communists?

The Securitate, the communists, who the hell knows...

My poor mom...

I was so very young, and...

she was so very alone.

Yeah. That sucks.

I shouldn't have come here. Dad was right.

Seven, eight, Good night.

This way, this way...

Come on...

How far are you?

Ein, zwei, Polizei.

Take it easy? Go on.

All done.

Shh! Softly.

What for? She'll sleep through an army band, she's so wasted.

She had a crappy day.

So did you, I reckon, since you called me over.

No, I just didn't want to complicate things.

You were never so considerate with me.

Let's cut the chit-chat. Did you get that recording?

Your prot�g�e in action - wreaking havoc around town.

-It's the only copy, right? -The only one, I checked.

-Thanks, Nic, you're the sweetest. -Taste me.

Stop it, Nicoleta.

Leave these out for sleeping beauty. She'll need them tomorrow.

-What would I ever do without you? -No use schmoozing...

You're cleaning up after her if she throws up.

I can't remember...

You can�t remember how you got to bed?

-No earthly idea. -OK.

-And where was Sandor? -Oh, God!

Oh, God!

Wolfgang and Vanessa are in Wiesbaden for the day, in a strategy meeting.

What should I tell Wolfgang if he asks about you?

Yeah, I see I missed a bunch of calls from him.

Call him back.

Or, you know what? Fuck it.

Remember how long he�d take calling you back not long ago.

I actually sang.

I can remember the sound of glass breaking.

What�s that bar called?

-Why? -To get my hands on the CCTV.

That way we can laugh about it at least.

I'm getting a call, I have to go.

Got it. I�ll delete the CCTV, don�t worry.

Got it. Thanks. Ciao.

Ciao.

-Hi, Adam. -Hey, how are you?

-There�s someone for you at the station. -I'll be right there. OK.

-I�m here to see Mr. Maslac. -Of course.

Yes, he's expecting you. Suite 1 on floor 13.

The elevators are just in the back.

Thanks.

-Hi, Papa. -Eliza...

I�ve been calling you non-stop. Why aren�t you picking up?

I know, sorry. I've been busy.

Are you home yet?

-No, I�m still here. -Why?

Has something happened?

Oh, there's just a lot I have to do here.

Papa...

I went by our old house yesterday. It was so sad.

It's in ruins now. They're tearing it down soon.

-To build something new. -Elisa, the past is the past.

The house exists in our memories. That's enough, surely!

Dad, let me call you later... OK?

-Fine. -Bye.

Dragos. Come on in.

Oh wow, nice view.

It is. I like a bird's eye view, when I travel someplace new.

I used to work in this hotel, when I was younger.

In the kitchen.

I like it. All the great rappers came from nothing.

Maybe it'll make a cool story for the press one day.

-Cristal? -Uh...

Yeah, sure.

My associates. Cristi...

-Online expert. -Dragos.

-Bogdan? -Bogdan, nice to meet you.

-Dragos. -...our CEO.

-They dug your rhymes too. -It's very cool.

-So you were born in Timisoara? -Uh, yeah.

Any brothers or sisters?

A kid brother.

Sadly, our folks passed away when we were kids. Car crash.

- Sorry to hear that. - Eh, that's life.

We grew up fast. Tidbit for the press at least, right?

That's the spirit!

-Hello. -Hello.

Better keep them on.

What's he doing here?

He came to rescue you.

-What? -Says he's to blame for the stoplights.

-And you had no idea. -That's sweet.

So, what now?

-He�s gonna propose. -I�m serious.

Nothing. We drop it.

Pretend it never happened.

-Can we? -We can.

Thanks to Nic grabbing the footage from the cafe. The CCTV.

You owe her a schnapps.

Anytime.

Can I talk to him?

Killjoy!

I'm sorry.

-I told them it wasn't your fault. -It's fine, Cipi.

The gentleman and I are cops, we work together.

What about your Rogue League profile?

Things are really bad. We know you hacked those banks in Germany.

But we want to help you.

So you tricked me?

Cipi, this isn't a joke.

What you're doing gets you jail time, get it? A lot of it.

-Dragos was right. -Cipi, please, calm down.

-I'm done talking to you! -Hold on!

You're a...

Cipi!

OK, OK...

Get that phone from him!

Any phone's a weapon in his hands.

Sorry, just one sec...

You two - my office. Now.

So the stoplights acting up, that was you as well?

Yes. I'm sorry.

The Fraulein Terminator, for fuck's sake!

And you? Outsmarted by a kid?

-No one outsmarts me. -Just zip it.

Nicoleta!

Nicoleta!

-Yes boss? -Escort Mrs. Metz back to her hotel

and babysit her till she leaves.

There's no flights to Frankfurt till tomorrow.

Babysit her till tomorrow. As for you, Sandor...

Go to the hotel and clean up Fraulenin Terminator's mess.

The bar, the room, wherever.

I don�t want anyone else calling me to complain. Clear?

And no more stoplights acting up, no more phones heating up,

absolutely no more of that.

-Understood? -Yes, boss.

Great. Hop to it.

-We have to find Cipi. -Give it a rest already!

-He�s just a kid. -Who hacks banks.

To steal 10 euros.

Who can make a phone blow up.

That's not how you do it.

How gentlemanly of you!

Do you get what a weapon this kid could be, in the wrong hands?

Another?

Just a sip, yeah.

We're throwing a party tomorrow. The venue's dope.

Drop by, if you want.

I'll be there.

You can bring your brother along.

-Make it a... bro-down. -A bro-down...

Cool.