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Are you serious, mate?

Bit early for a game,

isn't it?

Where the hell

are they playing, anyway?

Japan. Tokyo.

Asia? Is that even football?

Game's a game, right?

Not even close.

Where is Major Daniel?

Uh, I don't know.

Maybe he's still at home.

No, he's not there,

and he's not on his cell.

May we have a word?

Sure.

No. Sebastian. Alone.

Oh, right. Sorry.

Something wrong, sir?

I have received

an anonymous correspondence.

About?

Type "ICC scandal"

into your computer.

The story just broke.

We traced it back

to a source within

the Italian Police Services.

Italian?

It will be in all the

European newspapers tomorrow.

Do you have it?

Yup.

"...severe misconduct

of a recently established unit

at the International

Criminal Court in The Hague.

The tech expert of the team,

Kriminalkommissar

Sebastian Berger

hacked into numerous--"

"European police databases."

Yeah, but I only collected data

which was relevant to our cases

when there was no time to go

through official channels.

Yeah, I'm sure that's true.

And I will deal with that

at the appropriate

diplomatic level.

If that were the extent of it,

I would not be concerned.

It's very early

for a football match.

The game must be important.

It's only on while

I update my files.

I was barely even watching.

Do you have

a gambling problem?

I don't have...

No, I don't have a problem--

I used to, but I've given it up.

-When?

-When?

When did you give it up?

Before you came to the ICC,

or did you gamble

from these offices?

I don't see

how it matters when--

30,000 Euro!

Excuse me?

I was also copied

with a transcript of files

that show that you owed

a gambling debt

of 30,000 Euro,

which you cleared

with a single payment.

Where did you get the money?

I...

That's...

It's personal.

That is your answer?

Not a whiff of corruption

must touch this court

and the vital work

that is done in these offices.

Not the slightest smell of it.

And an investigator

making the salary that you make

who suddenly has 30,000 Euro

to pay off

an illegal gambling debt

is not a whiff.

That stinks to high heaven.

That is why "when" matters.

Yeah, but--

Kommissar Berger,

you are hereby informed

that you are under an internal

investigation by the ICC

into bribery, corruption,

extortion, illegal gambling,

and your activities are

restricted to these offices.

You are not to leave,

do you understand?

Yeah.

Crooked.

He's just crooked!

You cannot mean that.

I most certainly do, Rebecca.

We have an obligation

to protect the court,

to protect its integrity.

Michel, the court

is stronger than--

No!

I asked those judges to trust me

with this idea of Louis',

and they did, and now the trust

that they've placed in me

has put their reputation

in jeopardy.

The reputation

of this entire body!

Whether we like or not,

that team is the public face

of the ICC.

Dammit!

I have to go to Serbia.

I'll be back at the end

of the day tomorrow.

I want you to monitor

the investigation.

If you suspect that Berger

has done anything

even remotely illegal,

I want to know about it

immediately.

To prosecute him?

To the fullest extent

of the law.

All right, two minutes.

I told you,

you don't need to.

And I told you I want to.

More coffee?

I can get it.

All right, here we go.

Bacon, eggs, and toast.

All-American breakfast,

coming up.

Come on, just a couple of bites.

The doctor told me to tell him

if your appetite--

My appetite is fine.

I'm sorry.

You need to go to work.

I guess I do.

I do. I'm sorry.

What time will you

be... finished?

Late.

I have an appointment with a...

a realtor, a listing agent.

I'm thinking of renting a flat.

Like a real, permanent flat?

More permanent than this.

A flat sounds nice.

Yeah.

Hiya, Seeger.

What are you looking at me

like that for?

You haven't read the papers?

Papers? Who wants to read

a load of shite first thing--

What? Where is he?

In his lab with Eva.

Tommy, wait, you haven't

read the whole thing.

Whatever.

Well, they can't say

that you're corrupt.

I told them.

They weren't convinced.

Convinced of what?

Sebastian is up

on a corruption charge.

Because of this shite?

It's my own fault.

Why are you biting the bullet

on this? Everything you did

was sanctioned.

The Major knew you were going

into those files.

I don't remember him worrying

about it back then.

The databases

aren't the problem.

I told you, you didn't

read the whole article.

He was gambling too.

At work.

Sorry, Sebastian.

How did they find out?

I kept the records.

All my wins, all my losses.

Stupid.

-I created this mess.

-What are you going on about?

I told my former colleagues

about his hacking.

You did what?!

-Tommy, it's all right.

-Why the hell would you do that?

I wanted to make sure

they did a security check.

That's even stupider

than him keeping the files

on his computer!

-Can you lower your voice,

please?

-Please, guys!

Let's let everyone else

fight about this.

Got enough without that

on my conscience.

What if they kick you out?

-They wouldn't do that.

-Wouldn't they?

What the hell do we do then?

We use that damn ScanGen

for everything.

Well, I can show you

how to use it.

-Yeah, as if I'd ever

be able to--

-No, I meant Arabela and--

Yeah, well,

they might be able to...

Where would you go?

Home, I guess.

What do you mean, you'd go home?

-Berlin.

-You already know?

Kathrin? Know what?

That I need your help in Berlin.

Let me get this straight.

You want us take a look

at these suicides?

Last night was

the third this month.

Two in Berlin, one in Munich.

All young adults who seemingly

had everything to live for.

A gifted student scientist

already being honored

for his work.

A musician on the brink

of recording an album.

And last night, Amelie Weurfel,

a girl who graduated

with honors

on her way

to a major university.

By all accounts,

the most popular girl

in her school.

Well, she jumped 40 meters

from a rooftop

to an asphalt car park.

Suicide does not fall

under our mandate.

Normally, I would agree.

This isn't normal.

Are you saying you think

they were all murdered?

Every indication is that

they were all physically alone

at the time of their death.

Physically alone?

This is Amelie's phone.

It was recovered at the scene,

but it wasn't found near her.

It appears she threw it

before she jumped

from that roof.

We processed it.

The circuitry inside

has been, um... fried.

Remotely.

Is that even possible?

Yep.

So you think it was working

when she went up there.

And after, someone erased

what was on it.

All three victims

had phones at the scenes,

all fried the same way.

I believe someone

is using the Internet

to influence these kids

into killing themselves.

The time between suicides

is getting shorter

with each one.

Only four days

between the last two.

If I'm right,

there may be someone out

there right now we could save.

And they may not even know yet

that they need help.

Come on...

Naughty, naughty, Stefan.

How did you get that video?

Very naughty.

But you must have hacked me.

That video, it's not what you--

It isn't what it looks like!

Then you won't mind

it going public?

You can't show this to anyone!

Please!

I'm going to show everyone.

Everyone will know.

Please. Please...

There is a phenomenon

called "Cluster Suicides"

when people belong

to the same group.

Could this be that?

We looked for a connection.

There's nothing on the surface.

Thank you.

Different schools,

different social groups.

All they had in common

is they were successful

and had a lot of friends.

Doesn't sound much

like typical suicides.

I have the case files

in my office.

Um, is he all right?

Who?

I saw the paper

on the way here.

Yeah. He's actually fine.

He's not as concerned

as you'd think.

Yes. That sounds like Sebastian.

There are definitely

files removed.

Destroyed, really,

like a bomb went off inside.

There's a fragment of a trail,

but I need a full IP

and a target device

to trace it back.

Then could you

restore the files?

Maybe.

Why should he?

Why should he what?

Why should he do

anything for the ICC?

Because it's his job.

Do you not know

what's going on here, man?

I know that he's being

investigated, yeah.

They're trying to screw him

is what they're doing.

Tommy, stay out of this.

Are you corrupt, Sebastian?

Did you take a bribe

to pay off your debt?

Bribe?

He paid off a very large debt,

and they'd like to know

where the money came from.

How large?

30,000.

30,000?! Where the hell

did you get the money?

Look, I didn't get it illegally.

And, no, I never took a bribe.

Then let them investigate.

A good cop gets investigated

all the time.

I had a boss who used to get

rid of anyone

didn't have an Internal Affairs

beef at least once a year.

And? What's he supposed to do?

What I didn't do was to take it

out on potential murder victims.

Are you going to tell them

where the money came from?

I don't think

they have a right to ask.

Then that's your decision.

Live with it.

And until they tell you

you can't, you do your job.

For them.

The team will only do

background investigations

on the victims

until I get your call.

Yes, Dorn.

Thank you.

Hello, my love.

-You have a new case?

-Yes.

Someone may be using

the Internet to convince

people to commit suicide.

That's awful.

-Where?

-In Germany.

I'm fairly certain suicide

isn't a crime in Germany.

We're not going after

the victims.

Only the one

convincing them.

But can inducing someone

to do something that isn't

a crime... be a crime?

In this case, it should be.

I'll research it

back at my office.

Thank you.

So now,

what can I do for you?

I came to warn you.

Michel told me

about Sebastian Berger.

He wants him prosecuted.

No, he does not.

Louis, he was very clear.

He wants the court protected.

That's a very different thing.

Well, if your Sebastian

did anything wrong,

there will be a prosecution.

I don't believe he did

what it looks like he did.

So, it's nothing, then?

I did not say that.

Sir? Sorry...

I'm sorry to bother.

-No, I was leaving.

-Sorry.

Thank you.

Well, Eva.

Yeah.

What do you need?

Well, we've done

all we can here,

so Arabela and I thought

we might go to Berlin

-and see what we can find there.

-Let's hold any travel

until Sebastian finishes

his work.

Yes, sir.

Sir...

Yes.

Um, if the only problem is

where Sebastian got his money

to pay his debt...

I gave it to him.

-You did?

-Yeah.

I had saved up money

for a holiday.

But Sebastian

didn't tell me that.

Well, I guess he didn't want me

to be involved.

Should I make a statement?

No. It won't be

necessary right now.

Sebastian found something.

Among the items erased

from the phone

was a series of photos

and webcam videos.

This is the jumper.

How long do we have?

She won't be home for an hour.

She was definitely

waiting for him.

Do they know

they're being filmed?

They don't act like it.

Ow!

Ooh... sweetie, sweetie.

Oh, my God.

That's her mother's boyfriend.

Sweetie, sweetie.

I recovered

more than 300 text messages

threatening to send

this recording to everyone,

her friends in school,

and, of course, her mother.

Last message was at 0722.

Coroner estimated her death

at 0720.

He texted her

while she was on the roof?

Didn't want her

to change her mind.

Which is why

she threw the phone.

She was harassed

into killing herself.

Can we identify

who sent the texts?

I can tell you the name,

but it's only a screen name.

"Sensenmann".

It's German.

It means "Grim Reaper."

We are going to Berlin.

What, me too?

I doubt there's anyone else

who can solve this.

Hey, Sebastian.

Uh, not my desk any longer.

Wow, when?

Last month.

Polizeihau... what?

She's been made

Chief Inspector.

-Like a boss?

-Like the boss.

Congratulations,

Chief Inspector.

Thank you, Major Daniel.

I need to call the au pair,

and then we can get started.

Oh, yeah.

How is the little guy?

Eric.

Right. Eric.

He's amazing.

I'll be back.

Now, Carl and Arabela,

talk to the last victim's mother

and her friend.

-The creep?

-The witness.

Don't make it personal.

Sure.

Tommy and Eva, go through

the other victim's files

-and see if there is...

anything.

-All right.

-Yeah?

-I have the street address

of the IP that sent

the video file.

He needed a lot

of bandwidth for that.

It's from an Internet cafe

-not far from here.

-I'll go with you.

Can I go? It's a lead

I should be part of.

Please.

Thank you.

You're trying to make me

look good, aren't you?

I'm expecting a call.

You're lucky the scouts

aren't coming today

instead of tomorrow.

We're sorry to have to talk

to you at such a terrible time.

You are from the ICC?

The Criminal Court?

Yes. A special

investigative unit.

For suicide?

I asked you

not to use that word.

But she--

Sorry, darling.

We're interested

in Amelie's acquaintances.

Her friends?

More, people she might not

want to share secrets with.

Secrets? What secrets

does she have?

We don't mean

anything specific.

You don't believe

it was a suicide.

We do believe

she hurt herself.

We're just trying

to understand why.

Could we speak alone

for a moment?

Why him?

He's not her father.

I know.

It's me.

I'm the one that wants

to be alone, Madam.

I asked my partner

to occupy your... Mr. Keppel.

Why?

So... we may speak freely

as women, about Amelie.

Maybe you could

show me her room?

It might be helpful.

Okay.

This way.

-You look tired.

-Ever tactful, Sebastian.

I don't mean it badly.

So it's a good tired?

Well, your new job

must not be easy.

Well, being responsible

for all the investigations

is intense.

More than I thought

it would be.

We have three open homicides,

two armed robbery patterns,

and an unsolved home invasion

tied to a series of them

in Essen,

and I can't find

a single piece of evidence.

And you still have time

to work these suicides?

Well, everyone deserves

to be considered.

Let me ask you, did...

Amelie have anyone

who really didn't like her?

I mean...

I mean serious dislike.

She was very popular.

Ah.

Look, I'm not passing judgment.

You're all consenting adults.

It's kinda creepy,

and a lot shitty,

but it's your life.

I don't follow.

Amelie was being harassed

by someone

who hacked into her webcam

on her laptop.

They took videos,

recorded what was happening,

and then threatened to expose

her by making the videos public.

It's why she... hurt herself.

Expose her?

What was there to expose?

I want you to listen to me

very carefully.

They remotely controlled

the camera in her laptop

and recorded what was happening

in front of it.

And where was her laptop kept?

Um...

Oh, no.

Oh, no, I...

It wasn't...

Did she know someone

who would threaten

to make those videos public?

And your--

The other cop, is she--

No.

She is not telling

Amelie's mother any of this.

God knows she's had

a rough enough time.

I'm going to take that laptop.

We'll have someone analyze it.

We-we didn't--

It was only...

We-we loved each other.

I don't really care, pal.

You're the one

that has to look in the mirror.

The videos were definitely

sent from here.

Would they have

to know each other?

Not at all.

How would the person

sending the file

know where to send it?

Well, every person in here

on a device

is broadcasting

their personal information.

It's there for the taking,

if you know where to look.

And where is that?

There's a server

inside this cafe.

It's providing the WiFi

everybody is attached to.

But your device

has to talk to it,

making your unique identity

vulnerable to anyone

who can hack into that WiFi.

Is it hard to do?

I just did it.

With a proper laptop, you can

gather everyone's passwords,

log-ins, personal information.

That's what got you

in the paper.

Mmm.

But not

what got me in trouble.

Come on, I have enough

to trace the sender.

Already?

I'm not just pretty.

Yes, Dorn, I will

let you know what we find.

Sebastian is here.

Because we need him here.

Yes. I'm sure.

Thank you very much, Dorn.

Yes?

Sorry, I was just waiting

for you to get off.

Dorn got the authorization

to look further.

I guess they still trust us,

then.

It means they trust Dorn.

Did you find something?

The victims don't appear

to have known each other.

Why would you harass

a perfect stranger?

It's lucky we have Sebastian.

Never would have

got this far without him.

Anything else?

Uh, yeah.

The money

that Sebastian came up with?

Don't tell him I told you,

but I gave it to him.

Did you?

Aye.

With my family history,

he probably wants it

kept a secret,

but that's the story.

Well, we'll talk about this

back home.

I can make a statement--

No, Tommy. At home.

Well, that wasn't strange

at all.

They...

are in love.

That poor mother.

Did you...

Did you tell her?

Tell her?

No, of course not.

God. Imagine knowing your

daughter killed herself

not to hurt you.

She loved her.

I could feel it.

If Amelie had

the courage to tell her,

it probably just would have

blown over.

Well, I guess sometimes

it's hard to see past the

trouble right in front of you.

Aye.

How did it go?

Her laptop.

That's good.

With the IPs I got at the cafe,

I should be able to trace

the path back to its origin.

-Can we use your office?

-Sure.

He's good.

The best.

No... Please...

No.

-I have it.

-Where is he?

The messages are

coming from Denmark.

Copenhagen.

His name is Antti.

Tommy, watch out here.

Especially the windows.

-Computer nerds don't run,

do they?

-They certainly don't fight.

Very amusing.

Police!

Is it the music?

No.

Yes. It is the music.

Shoot him.

If you need a statement, knock.

Thanks for being a good citizen.

Popular with his neighbors.

Police!

Die, you orc scum!

Hey, pal!

Hey!

-What? What the--

-Police! Stop!

What the hell?

Don't move.

They found the computer guy--

Damn, I'm sorry.

I have no idea

what you're talking about.

-Really?

-Yeah.

So you haven't been hacking

into web cameras,

threatening people?

Never.

The transmissions

were traced here.

Text messages?

You said you were looking

for a hacker, right?

They must have hacked me too.

We can trace everything

back to you.

No sense denying.

Rebecca?

Two things.

Number one, the judges

want you and Michel

to explain what happened

with Sebastian.

As soon as this case

is finished.

No, they want you

to come today.

This evening.

You said two things.

Yes. Suicide hasn't been illegal

in Germany since the 1700s.

You'd have a hard time

winning conviction

on anything other than

simple harassment,

if that.

Maybe some

computer hacking charges,

though they are not

clearly defined

in international law.

In any case,

certainly not murder,

or accessory to.

Probably why the subject

does not seem worried.

-What do you mean,

"threatening"?

-I'm sorry?

You just said

"sent threatening texts."

What exactly did they say?

What were these

so-called threats?

The threat is to expose

the victim's secrets.

If it's true,

how is that a threat?

-What do you mean?

-Well, if you simply

tell someone

you're going to expose a secret,

how is that a threat?

So we are hoping someone

at the Internet cafe knows

the computer guy?

They just, uh,

sent me a text message.

He looks pretty memorable.

About what you saw

in my office...

You don't have to explain to me.

My son called.

He doesn't understand why

I have to work so much.

He will one day.

This keyboard shouldn't even

be working with all this

sticky stuff all over it.

I had a boss once say a

good cop always washes his hands

before he pisses.

Same boss who fired guys

for not getting investigated?

Different boss.

Why does that logo

look so familiar?

Oh...

We have a problem here.

There's a bunch of new texts

to someone named Stefan

sent through this machine,

but they didn't originate here,

and the IP of the recipient

is coded.

Sebastian. For tech dummies,

what does that mean?

There's a new victim I can't

identify, and the real hacker

could be anywhere.

Wow, it's almost more busy now

than it was in the middle

of the day.

It's an online world.

I don't even have

a computer at home.

-Seriously?

-That's surprising?

Well, it's none of my business,

but Eva, she said

you and Sebastian,

you were kind of

like an item.

And computers were just one

of the things we didn't have

in common.

I got it.

Excuse me, have you

seen this man?

Well, you practically

confessed.

Yeah, right.

Is that right?

No.

I was just asking how...

saying you're going

to do something

without demanding a specific

reaction is a threat?

What do you mean,

a specific reaction?

An "or else"?

I'm going to punch you

in the mouth.

What?

I didn't say "or else."

Do you still feel threatened?

Eva...

I have to go back to The Hague.

The judges want to talk to me.

Is it about Sebastian?

Yes.

Do you know him?

The texts use your system

as a proxy. They come

from outside your network,

but there's no way you didn't

see them. No way you didn't know

they were sent.

These are new texts.

Who is Stefan?

Is that your next victim?

His replies are getting

more desperate. Are you going to

let him die too?

-Can I ask you a question?

-Put your hand down.

How the hell

is any of this illegal?

Guys...

He's right.

Rebecca just called.

We have nothing

to arrest him on.

I don't care.

You should see these texts.

The new victim is

getting very desperate, Louis.

Can you track where he is?

Excuse me, have you seen

this man? Have you?

-Sebastian, what are you doing?

-I cloned Antti's drive.

I can see anything that goes

through it in almost real time.

There are more messages

going out to Stefan right now.

How can it not be illegal?

If suicide is not illegal,

causing someone to do it

is not either.

So it's okay to convince someone

to face-plant into a car park,

but the ICC wants you

to go after Sebastian

'cause he lost a bunch

of his own money?

Or someone else's.

Right, someone else's.

No...

What?

He just got a new message

with instructions

on how to make a noose.

Carl, I have to

go back to The Hague.

I heard.

-You need anything?

-I think it will be all right.

-Well, let me know.

-Yes.

What kind of person sends

a stranger instructions

on making a noose?

Son of a bitch!

What?

That's the same.

The same as the sticker,

the button that we saw

in his apartment.

Antti and Amelie must have

gone to the same summer camp.

Erlebnis Camp,

Wiesenfelden...

No one recognizes him.

Half of them didn't really look.

Too engrossed

in their virtual world

to be bothered by people

dying in the real one.

Cross-referencing

Amelie Weurfel

and Erlebnis Camp.

Here, she's listed

as an alumni, four years ago.

She would have been 14.

Type in Gross. Martin Gross.

He's another one of the victims.

Yup, he's here, too.

Same time.

Here's a list

of the campers from then.

Do we have a Stefan?

Stefan Hoster.

-His address was here in Berlin.

-Any chance

he still lives there?

A 19-year-old still living

with his parents?

Pretty damned good.

What's that?

Something's being

sent to Stefan.

Oh, no.

Sebastian?

Yeah, we're back. Listen,

are you still at the cafe?

We're just leaving.

-He's sending a video

right now!

-What?

Someone at the cafe is uploading

a video through the WiFi.

It will take some time at the

speed they have to work with.

Look at any of the screens

that are open.

-They'll have

a status bar filling up.

-Okay...

We have a possible line

on the new victim too.

I'm on my way to you with Tommy.

The rest of the team

are going to his house.

Okay.

I hope you know what

a status bar looks like?

-This is it.

-Who?

Can you stop the upload?

I can try...

Keep an eye on them.

He's not going to be happy.

What are you doing?

That's my computer.

It is?

Kommissar Eichholtz. LKA.

-You're the police?

-What is your name?

Anka. Jostun.

Leave me alone.

Stop this.

Ah!

Please...

Anka, we know

what you've been doing.

Do you?

It needs to stop.

Not yet.

You need to tell me

how to delete this upload.

And why would I do that?

Because Stefan

might hurt himself?

Well, I hope he does.

You hope he does?

Anka, you've caused a lot

of people to hurt themselves.

Not a lot. Four.

Do you know who they are?

What they did?

It doesn't matter what--

Well, it matters to me!

My parents, they made him go

all the way to Germany

for summer camp.

He was alone,

in a strange country,

and all he wanted

was to be their friend.

They were

the popular kids there,

and they let him think

that they liked him.

They let him hang out

with them.

He was a fat, pimply-faced boy

who never had any friends,

and they made him feel like

he was special that summer.

Amelie even pretended

to be into him romantically,

and he actually believed her.

He sent letters home

that summer

about how he had

fallen in love.

In love!

She played him perfectly.

She even let him hold her hand,

and they took pictures of that,

a pathetic nobody

holding the hand

of the prettiest girl

he had ever seen...

And that's where Stefan came in,

the worst of them all.

Peter couldn't see her face

when the picture was taken,

but he did later,

when Stefan posted it

all over the Internet,

his naked body

displayed for the joke.

Pictures of him

cleaning up after them...

just looking at Amelie

when she was doing something.

It was love in his eyes,

but Stefan, he made it look...

dirty... sick.

The shy kid

who had made it through life

by pretending not to be there,

he was suddenly everywhere.

Humiliated.

Laughed at.

Mocked.

But he ended it

in our bathtub...

his wrists cut open.

I found him,

but it was too late.

His name was Peter Jostun,

and he was my little brother,

and he matters to me.

So I did the same thing

they did.

I found their secrets,

their hidden moments,

and I told them

I'd make them public.

Only I gave them a chance

they never gave him.

So they could kill themselves

before being humiliated.

Yes.

The easy way out.

Come on.

I can do it myself.

I just spoke to Eva.

They were able

to resuscitate Stefan.

He's going to be all right.

But I can't

hold her very long.

No, and she has

all his secrets.

There's nothing to stop her

from doing it again

when she gets out.

Hmm, except me,

in all my spare time.

Kind of sucks being the boss.

Okay, we're ready to go.

Thanks for your help.

Good luck

with the home invasions.

I'll need it.

It's about Eric.

What about Eric?

Well...

he's about the right age.

I mean...

We would have still been going

out when he was conceived.

Are you asking

if you're his father?

It's not such a crazy notion.

Of course you are.

What kind of slut

do you think I am?

No, no, no, but I mean...

why didn't you tell me?

Why would I?

Do you think I wouldn't want

to be part of his life?

I wouldn't want you to,

Sebastian.

You lost everything

when we were together.

Our house, our car,

you gambled it all away.

It took me almost four years

to get out of debt.

I don't want that for Eric,

and I don't want it for me.

But I've changed.

Yeah, so I've heard.

No...

I'd like a chance to show you

that I really have changed.

I know it will take some time,

but I'm willing to take

the time.

But until then...

could I at least

call once in a while?

Talk to him,

and teach him some things?

That could be...

I think that might be nice.

Okay.

Hey.

Just talked to the hospital.

Stefan's parents are with him.

Good.

So, Sebastian...

Don't tell me.

You gave him the money.

Who the hell would believe

I had 30,000 Euro?

Anyway, you already know

who gave him the money.

Did Sebastian tell you?

He would never give you away.

Then how?

It's something

you would do.

Both Eva and Tommy

confessed to it.

Good.

Good. That's what partners do.

-Family.

-That, too.

Here comes my meeting.

Do you want me

to tell him that I did it?

Who would believe

you had 30,000 Euro?

Yeah, all right. Right. Yeah.

I thought you were in Serbia.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Hickman.

It's cold out there.

Louis, I restricted

Sebastian Berger

to these offices until

the investigation was concluded,

and you released him.

Why?

I know all I need to know.

You know, or you knew?

I knew.

You knew about the gambling,

and you did not tell me?

I paid his debt.

Sebastian Berger

is not corrupt in any way.

He's just very bad

at picking football winners.

It cost a lot in his life.

It should cost him

his place on this team.

He never used

ICC equipment to bet,

and he has not gambled

since coming to me about it.

He came to you?

He was afraid owing so much

could compromise him.

He offered to quit.

I refused.

Are you certain

you have all the facts,

and that it's over?

He made a bad mistake.

I've made many myself.

Luckily,

someone always helped me.

Whoever sent me those files

and sent them to the newspapers,

they were intent

on making us look corrupt

to embarrass the ICC.

I'll issue

a statement tomorrow

saying that we have conducted

an internal investigation

and found nothing of note,

and then if that "anonymous

Italian" wants to press,

he will find a formidable enemy

waiting for him.

Thank you, Dorn.

Where did you get the money?

Oh... our savings.

Does Rebecca know?

Not yet. Tonight.

Would you like

to come with me?

Not on a bet, Louis.

Not on a bet!