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Why not?

Because you are not staying out

all night with some older boy.

Julian is not some older boy.

He lives down the street.

That doesn't change his age.

Mom? Please!

Why doesn't Julian

just come here for dinner,

and then you two

can watch a movie?

So Dad can sit between us?

Just next to you.

See? This is so unfair!

Oh, my God. Frank!

What happened?

I had an accident.

Please help me.

- Come in, please.

- Danke schoen. Thank you.

-Who are you?

-What are you doing?

Mr. Deprez?

Anne?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

That one.

Eric... I have to go now.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Okay, Daddy.

Chief Inspector Galland?

I'm Investigator Hickman

from the ICC?

Right, yes.

These are my colleagues,

Berger, Vittoria.

-Hey.

-We spoke last night, sir.

Thank you for

coming so soon.

German police

is working on a series

of six takeover home invasions

that started a little over

than a month ago.

Like this?

Not quite.

No one was murdered.

The perps overpowered and

blindfolded the families,

and then just took

money and property.

But the violence has been

escalating somewhat

with every incident.

If these are the same people,

the violence escalated

a lot more than "somewhat."

You mean...

Is the entire family dead?

Yes. The father

was briefly conscious

when the uniforms arrived.

He only said one word. "German."

German?

I assumed he meant

the perpetrators,

but I can't be sure.

The call was anonymous.

Couldn't trace it?

Right.

Shall we?

No, thanks.

I've seen enough.

I'll be here

if you have any questions.

Looks like they were more

interested in damage than theft.

I've sent all the German files

over to the office.

We'll get a full inventory

of missing items,

but I remember electronics

and jewelry stolen.

Easily fenced.

Oh, God...

Never gets easier

when it's children.

You should get your scan

over here, Sebastian.

Doesn't look like there are

any ridge impressions.

Probably gloves.

They wore boots.

See here? Have a look.

Wait a minute.

I recognize the logo.

It's German motorcycle gear.

I think there were

two boot prints just like this

found in the mud

at the scene in Germany.

I've got the pictures

somewhere...

Here we go.

I have the boot prints

from both scenes on my screen.

They look

pretty identical to me.

The same kind of boot

is circumstantial.

Close to the same size, too.

"Close to."

This murder scene

is less than 50 miles away

from the last

home invasion in Germany.

That's a relatively small

area to have two different

patterns running.

But not impossible.

Is it enough to take to Dorn?

It's enough to try.

Look, tell Dorn

if these are

the same guys, then...

then this could get worse,

because they've got a taste

for it now.

Famke, it's lovely.

I heard you say orchids

are your favorites.

Well, but it looks

kind of lonely there.

"If we could see the miracle

of a single flower clearly--

"Our whole life

would change."

The Buddha.

Indeed. Louis has

a potential case for us.

Potential?

Because the crossborder

elements are not yet certain.

Six German cases,

one in Belgium.

But I need a list

of all the similarities

to see if there is a pattern

that I can present to the court.

We don't a lot of time.

If this is the same group,

they've already murdered

an entire family in Veviers.

Sebastian is bringing

his equipment in.

We need to identify

who called this in.

Yeah, I was thinking

the same thing.

And then we'll know why they

wanted to stay anonymous.

These the family phones?

Father and mother. We're having

the sim cards processed.

Did you find the girl's phone?

Teenage girl

must have a cell phone.

We didn't find one.

-Where's her room?

-Second door upstairs.

I'll go upstairs.

Her texts stop at 2152.

Sebastian, what time did

the emergency call go out?

2205.

13 minutes later.

There's something else.

- Hi.

- Hi.

I'm Eva,

and this is Hickman.

Do you know the people

up the street?

The people?

You gonna tell me you don't

know which people I mean?

The family with a dozen

police cars out front.

Your name is Julian, right?

Yes.

Know how I know that?

You stopped texting her

ten minutes before

the police were contacted.

Do you mind if I

have a word with him?

No.

He's having a bad day.

Do you know what happened

to Anne and her family?

Did you go over there

last night?

Yes?

Did you find them?

Anne wasn't answering my texts.

I should've known

something bad was happening.

How would you know?

There was a white SUV

parked outside.

It had a German tag.

I saw it earlier,

but didn't think.

Then it sped out of here

past my house.

Just one vehicle?

Because there are two sets

of tire tracks.

The other set is probably from

Mr. Deprez's new car.

They must have stolen it.

Did you see how many?

I only saw the woman.

A woman?

Blonde.

She got out of the SUV

and went to the door.

They used a woman as a decoy.

She went to the door first.

The family let her in.

The doorbell...

The court did not

grant its approval.

They did not?

No, it was sympathetic with

the nature of your evidence,

but it was their opinion that

the crossborder implications

were circumstantial, and

they need a concrete connection.

The court is the court, Louis.

Yeah.

I will persevere.

Thank you.

The woman should be the last

person to touch the doorbell.

The kid said the door was

already open when he got here.

There is a fresh print.

What is it?

A hit.

Her name is Silke Beck,

from Essen, Germany.

Probably why the father

said German.

She has a record.

Arrests made in Denmark

and France for drugs,

prostitution, and petty theft.

-No violence, though?

-She's the decoy.

Acts like she needs help,

maybe plays hurt...

-Gets the family to open

the door.

-Exactly.

Explains why none of the home

invasions had forced entry.

What does it say

under "identifying marks"?

Tattoos?

A thorny rose

wrapped around her right arm.

Black angel wings

on her shoulder blades.

On her lower back,

a skull wearing

a knight's helmet

with the words

"Property of Max."

I'd like to have a word

with Max.

Is just her being German

enough to make it cross border?

No.

I've talked to

the State Police in Germany.

There was a print

on the doorbell,

but there was no match

in their system.

I've sent them a print

of our scan for comparison.

Good.

That skull logo,

I've seen that somewhere before.

Do you have

a tattoo recognition...?

Yeah, that.

It's the logo of

the Kavalier Motorcycle Club.

I've dealt with them before.

They're one of the most

infamous biker gangs in Europe.

Some German cities have asked

the government

to ban their activity

altogether.

They're a disaster.

Biker boots, biker tattoos,

biker chick.

If it walks like a duck...

then it's a biker gang.

If it walks like a duck

it's a biker gang?

Berger speaking.

Are you sure? Okay, thanks.

Silke Beck's print is a match

to the print found

at the scene in Germany.

That's the...

connection.

Good work. Come home.

We have bikers to catch.

The Kavalier Motorcycle Club

has been around since the '70s,

but its heyday began with

the EU's relaxing of borders.

Their territory has expanded

across Europe and beyond.

The number of chapters

has doubled in the last decade.

They mainly deal in arms,

drugs, and extortion.

Now we can add home invasion

and homicide

to their accomplishments.

Yeah, but why these homes?

I mean, how are they

picking these victims?

Could they be elaborate hits?

They have been known

to engage in contract killing.

Are any of these victims

likely to be targets of value?

We haven't received

the files yet,

but there doesn't seem

to be anything unusual

about these victims.

Up and down the income scale.

I mean, scattered

all over the place.

These crimes appear

to be premeditated,

but if there's a pattern,

I don't get it.

Eva, anything about

the white SUV your witness saw?

Not yet, sir.

I'm checking footage

from traffic cameras

at intersections nearby.

In Germany as well.

I doubt they'd use the same SUV

for all the crimes.

If it hasn't been dumped by now,

it will be soon.

I'm out!

Silke...

No. No, I'm out.

Okay, let's talk.

Talk?

There's nothing to talk about.

What they did in there,

that was just... It was--

It got out of hand,

and Wulf is sorry about it,

aren't you, Wulf?

Sorry for...

Yeah. Sorry.

He's not sorry.

He's an animal.

Watch your mouth, bitch.

Bitch? Are you going to let him

talk to your woman that way?

Are you my woman?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, "I'm out"

doesn't sound like it.

We were only supposed

to take stuff.

What they did in there,

that was just...

It just-- I'm sorry.

II just can't do that again.

Shh. Come here. Come here.

Come here.

Drive the SUV out and dump it

and ride back here with Toad.

Mm-hmm. Okay. Okay.

I just can't do that again.

Please, never again.

You don't have to.

Never again.

Thank you.

There was just

a vehicle fire off the E-40

in Walheim, Germany.

White SUV, stripped of plates

and serial numbers.

A woman's body

was recovered from the inside.

-Silke Beck.

-They killed her?

Looks like they're

cleaning up behind them.

They know they've gone

too far this time.

Which makes them

more dangerous.

Even if it is Silke,

and we need to confirm that,

we cannot wait around

on this, Louis.

But we need a real witness.

These are the hard copies

of all the German files.

What do you mean,

"a real witness"?

Silke Beck was the only

evidentiary connection.

Everything else

is circumstantial.

It's enough to get

authorization to investigate,

but not a conviction.

We need to get on the inside.

An undercover operation?

That could take weeks, months.

We have days.

Well, I can do that.

I'm ready for it.

No. Not this case, Eva.

Well, I'm the most qualified

person here. They just lost

their female decoy.

If they're going

to do another job,

they're going to need a woman.

-We just saw how

they treat women.

-Carl's right.

Even if you survive initiation,

they will tell you nothing.

-I'll leave you to it.

-Yeah.

What we need is a German male

who knows how to ride a bike.

Oh. Right.

Yeah. Riding a bike's

on my, uh, resume.

I know.

No, this is insane.

I'm sorry, but Sebastian has

zero experience in undercover.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,

hold on, hold on.

We don't need him in that deep,

only on the periphery.

You blend in,

keep your eyes and ears open,

inform us of their plans.

A couple of days, you're out.

Yeah, I... can do that.

Major, this is crazy.

Eva...

Sebastian will need

a crash course in undercover

technique. Understood?

Yes, sir, understood.

Arabela and Carl, help Dorn

build an alias for him.

Your first undercover.

What kind of bike do you ride?

A dirt bike.

Once or...

Once.

Come on.

Who tells the whole truth

on their resume?

Start by thinking

like they think.

They just committed

a major crime,

so they're hot right now.

They'll be extra alert.

You need to make them

look at you not as a threat.

How?

By not being interested

in things a cop would be.

By not trying too hard.

Trying looks suspicious.

I think we need to fabricate

a gang-oriented criminal career

that never quite intersects

with Kavalier,

but comes very close.

No, we have excellent people

who can do the documentation

for you.

-And they're very quick.

-I have a good in for Sebastian.

Peter Forst.

I arrested him a few times,

and he's worked for me as a C.I.

His brother was a full patch

Kavalier outlaw

who took the fall for a murder

he did not commit

by order of the gang.

He died in Scheveningen prison,

and his brother wants payback.

He'll make the introduction.

Your persona will have

to be as much like

your real self as possible.

The more you change, the more

you have to keep track of.

For example, your name.

Keep your first name

so you won't forget

how to answer to it.

Sebastian's not

a good biker name.

Yeah, I know.

How about... Bash?

-Bash?

-My nickname from middle school.

I know, I know.

-Okay, it's cool.

-It's okay.

-Bash.

-Yeah.

We will say Peter and Sebastian

were cellmates.

Sebastian's story

better be airtight,

right back to kindergarten.

These are very dangerous people.

Let me test whether

you're a cop or not.

Snort this line of coke.

On parole.

Gotta piss in a cup tomorrow.

Screw me on a pool table

in front of everyone.

Show me what you've got.

What I've got is the clap.

If you want to take a chance,

let's go.

-Where did you do your time?

-Scheveningen.

I know that place.

Which cell block?

How long were you in?

-What are the color

of the walls?

-Whoa, slow down!

No, you don't think! You either

know it or you're lying.

Yes, come in.

Fast work.

Hold on, hold on.

This is wrong.

Arabela, the driver's license

was issued three years ago.

Bash, he would have been

in prison at that time.

Have them make it

four years ago, and make it

look like it's four years old!

You have

a wire in your jacket.

GPS on your phone 24-7.

We'll have your back.

If it gets bad,

just give us the signal,

and we'll be inside

within 60 seconds, okay?

Okay. Thanks, guys.

-Ciao.

-Ciao.

Right.

Wow.

You look great.

Not too great.

Perfect.

Sebastian...

Be careful.

We're in position.

Bash?

What's up, Peter?

It's been a while.

You ready to do this?

Yeah. Are you?

Private party.

It's cool, Kurt.

He's with me.

Max knows he's coming.

Hi, Kaspar.

Two Pils.

Take it easy, man.

You don't know these guys.

I've seen what they do.

Back door's padlocked.

If anything happens,

we go in through the front,

but there are security cameras

everywhere. I wasn't expecting

that in this dump.

Well, they have a lot

to worry about.

Oh. And another

for my friend, Wulf.

Hey, Wulf, this is Bash.

We were cell mates

in Holland.

Together.

If the club is looking

for anyone in the field

of computer hacking, alarms,

he's your man. He's the best.

Is that right?

Oh, yeah, definitely.

We used to talk all the time

about it in Scheveningen,

and I was telling Bash

he should really meet

you guys about working--

Why don't you shut your gob,

you stupid little bitch?

If I want to ask for a job,

I'll ask myself.

If you are as good

as Peter says you are,

why don't we

have you demonstrate?

In the back.

Now.

-That ain't part of the script.

-Let him go with it.

Just him, little bitch.

Yeah.

We are not speaking

about it again.

Who the hell is this?

This is Bash,

a friend of Peter Forst.

Claims he's good with alarms.

I think we're full up on

tech support, aren't we, Lenz?

I didn't claim anything.

I didn't come here for a job.

I came for a beer.

Peter's got a big mouth.

You hack security systems?

Not on parole, I don't.

Good to meet you.

Wait.

This is a remote-code

cam lock safe.

Can you open that

in three minutes?

Two.

Okay, you've got

two minutes.

That's a gun!

I'm going in.

Wait! Wait.

Give it a minute! Wait.

Time him.

Good luck.

And... Go.

-It's 15 seconds to the door.

-We have 45 seconds

-at least, to make a move.

-I hope that's enough time.

It is enough. It is. Calm down.

What was your name again?

Bash Kortig.

Where are you from?

Berlin.

What part?

Hermannplatz.

Excuse me?

Hermannplatz.

Where did you do your time?

Which stretch?

20 seconds.

The house you met Peter in?

Scheveningen.

Scheveningen?

Whoa.

10 seconds to spare.

Can I have

my damn beer now?

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

That was close.

I heard you like to work

old school.

Old dogs, I guess.

It's too perfectly random.

The pattern is... no pattern.

There has to be some way that

they're choosing these victims.

Maybe they're just

looking for families?

Home invasion number two,

a single man.

And smalltime burglaries?

These guys are arms smugglers

and drug runners.

They usually only kill

other gangs.

So why, all of a sudden,

they're attacking civilians

in their homes, for what?

To steal televisions

and necklaces?

It is too much of a change.

Like I said, it's hard to teach

an old dog new tricks.

You trust him?

I don't trust him.

I can smell a cop a mile away,

but we use him

on this final job tomorrow,

then he can follow Silke

into the grave.

Who the hell is it?

Max has a message for Bash.

Details on a job

tonight in Lembeck.

I have the make and model

of alarm system for you.

SecuriCorp DX12.

No problem.

-Sebastian.

-Major, I have a location.

Lembeck is

42 kilometers above Essen.

Population 5,300.

We can rendezvous

with the SWAT team there.

The DX12 is a custom alarm.

There can't be too many

in a town of that size.

If we can narrow it down,

this could be the break we need.

Sebastian, listen to me.

Hang in there and don't worry.

We will be watching your back.

Yes, sir.

They're still there.

I guess we need to find a way

to shake them off tonight.

Create a little diversion.

Got it.

Thank you for your help.

What's up?

SecuriCorp have three locations

in Lembeck with that model

of alarm.

One is a fitness club,

one is unoccupied,

and the other

is a private residence.

Tommy, we've got the coordinates

of the probable target coming

your way.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

It's all right, fast as you can,

fast as you can.

Okay, let's get everybody

out of here.

What is your problem now?

I don't get it.

If you know he's a cop,

why take a chance?

What chance?

We need someone who can get us

through that alarm system,

and then Wulf kills him.

But you know he's being tailed.

We are taking care of that.

What if it doesn't work?

Then I guess Wulf

is going to be caught tonight.

Silke was right,

he's out of control.

We can take care of

everything at once.

They're on the move.

None of the other victims

had alarm systems.

So why a family

with one tonight?

Cars.

Cars.

Do you still have those photos?

The ones with the tire tracks?

Yeah, there.

Two sets of tracks.

One for the SUV,

the other for the family car.

Across the street,

the neighbors had

a brand-new BMW, but...

they steal this family's car.

Why would you steal a car

worth 15,000 Euros

when there's one worth 50

just across the street?

They stole a car

at every location.

Stolen.

Stolen.

And they're all

the same make.

Every family

had the same make,

all brand-new cars.

No wonder they didn't steal

the Beemer across the street.

But why this make?

Let's run some serial numbers

and find out.

What is happening, Eva?

I can't hear their voices.

You get it back

when we are done.

That's it.

Give the jacket to Klaus.

Major,

I've lost his mobile signal.

Do you have eyes on him?

Yeah, but they all

look the same from here.

Do you still have a fix

on the wire in his jacket?

Yes, sir.

I have five of them in the van.

Three of them just took off

on bikes heading east

on the 58,

another three back

towards Essen.

I'll follow the jacket.

Why did we have to change?

We never wear

leathers on the job.

Yeah, I get it.

Well, why did we split up?

You ask a lot of questions.

Hey!

On the 14th of last month,

a car carrier from the factory

in Bratislava

was rolled out, headed

for Amsterdam, but was hijacked

just south of Cologne.

About an hour away from Essen.

Three weeks before Kavalier

began its reign of terror.

According to company records,

a second car carrier

was dispatched

on the same day,

headed for Cologne.

All seven vehicles stolen

from the victims

were on that carrier.

They hijacked

the wrong car carrier.

Wait...

Doesn't this gang deal in heroin

-that comes out of Bratislava?

-Yes.

You can hide a lot of dope

in the doors of cheap cars.

Sebastian's mobile signal

is back.

34 Laurenstrasse.

Oh, no.

What is it?

That's Peter's flat.

Sebastian's cover is blown.

Almost there.

Lembeck already?

Not Lembeck.

The real job.

I think we can find

where he's really going.

The last car was registered

to Gerta Kaufman.

In Lembeck.

No, Alpen,

50 kilometers west.

Are you sure?

Definitely.

Tommy, Eva, listen,

the target is Alpen,

19 Birtenstrasse.

I can be there in 20.

This is just an input device.

-I need to disarm the main box.

-Okay, then where is it?

Usually with

the other utilities.

Let's go.

Here we go.

That one.

They'd be better off

with a dog.

I would just cut its throat.

Come on, kill the alarm

and open the gate.

Thirty seconds.

This isn't an Olympic event.

Twenty.

It's not as easy as just

cutting the red wire.

Bingo.

What is this?

You resist, you get hurt.

You take whatever you want.

I know!

Come on.

Let's get what we came for.

The alarm has an automatic alert

if it isn't reset in time.

Where are your car keys?

What?

Your car keys!

Downstairs! It's in the drawer

in the kitchen.

Come on, let's go.

So where are you going to?

She told you

where the car keys are.

So? Come on.

Let's have some fun.

Hey...

Tie these two up.

Wrists and ankles this time.

The boy can watch.

Car keys... Car keys...

We really should get going, man.

That alarm can go off

any minute.

Shut up... cop.

Cop?

What are you talking about?

First we're gonna have some fun

with that woman,

and then I'll show you

how we have a really good time.

Bring that bitch down.

Here.

Down on the floor.

Police!

Drop your weapons!

Get on the floor.

Get on the floor!

Maybe you ought

to drop yours, lady.

Eva, don't...

You've got three seconds.

They will kill them.

You got that right, Bash.

One!

Two!

-Don't do it, Eva.

-Three!

Sebastian!

Sebastian! Sebastian!

You got him, mate.

You got him. He's done.

Are you okay? Are you okay?

-Okay. We've got them.

-Okay.

You did great, man.

It's over now.

Bingo.

Jesus.

Look at that.

The Essen police

just arrested Max,

the biker leader,

packing to make his escape.

Without his drugs?

He probably thought

he still had this coming.

Good job, everyone.

That was all Sebastian.

Yeah, where is Bash, anyway?

He's on a call.

Do we know

who he's talking to?

Don't know.

Must be someone

very important, though.

No, I know it's early.

Is he awake yet?

Can I just say hello, please?

Thanks.

Hey, Erik.

I told you I'd call.

Did you have a good sleep?

That's cool.

All right.

Hey, hey, listen, I hope

to see you real soon. Okay?