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Thank you so much for coming back in.

If they killed my driver, they'll kill my source.

[Elsie] You must have been terrified.

Terrified? Try angry.

You get some sleep? You look great.

Must've been all that fresh air.

Come.

Let's see what progress we've been making with your source.

He is in grave danger, that fellow.

Thank you.

This look familiar, Ms. Baines?

[Marco] This is Sebastian Berger.

His satellite scanner picked up the call that led to your rescue last night.

Thank you, Mr. Berger.

And yes, it does look familiar.

We searched your house, and the person who abducted you was there already.

The only thing he took was a copy of The Hague Guardian.

I, uh, ran some analytics and selected a few ads

that looked like they might have been posted to communicate information,

but it's difficult without knowing the context.

Well, you were along the right lines.

"Sweet Muse. I saw you last Monday at 10 a.m.

waiting on the bench

for the westbound #95 bus toward Noordwijk.

You looked up and smiled as I walked by.

I knew at that moment my life would never be the same.

Let's get in touch?

You choose the place.

Signed, Mad About You."

What the--?

What?

He gave you the time and location.

All I had to do was substitute last Monday for next Monday.

And when I got to the bus stop,

I'd find the Wombosi documents in a sealed envelope

taped to the underside of the bench.

We have a problem.

The person who took this from your home

knows you circled this ad in the newspaper.

They can communicate directly with our source.

All they have to do is set up a meeting as "Sweet Muse,"

and wait for him, and kill him.

I never imagined anyone would get a hold of this paper.

No. How could you have?

[Sebastian] The next issue comes out tomorrow.

My guess is they've already posted a response to your source in it.

Okay, we need to get to that paper before our source does,

otherwise, they'll kill him.

I'll get Ellie on it.

[sighs]

[theme music plays]

Well, we know that whoever abducted Sophie

did it to get to her source, to silence him.

-Yeah. -[Carine] You said when you got here

-that you didn't think it was Wombosi. -I still don't.

Okay, it's someone else, someone who would have a big problem

with the information that Sophie's source gave her getting out.

Somebody who hired... this man.

Robert Penny. He was a mercenary.

He would have worked for anybody who would write him a cheque.

Right. Luke Wilkinson looked at the list of Penny's past employers,

and one name stuck out--

Dominic Fitzroy from...

Melvoy Security.

He denied any involvement.

But Luke's phone was tapped when he was investigating

a certain client of Melvoy Security...

Argento International.

Jay Pemberton.

But we're missing a fundamental element.

Pemberton's motive.

Exactly.

Arabela has a lead.

[indistinct chattering]

[Arabela] This place is really beautiful in the summer.

They've got kayaks and paddle boats. It's fun.

You holidayed here as a kid?

My mother, she's Dutch.

I grew up in a little town nearby.

What about your father, where's he from?

Are you asking why I'm a little bit brown, Inspector?

What? No. No, I'm not...

I'm joking.

My father is Nigerian.

He moved to Holland when he was a boy.

That must've been some culture shock.

Yeah, you could say that.

So who is this guy that we're meeting?

My contact said he's been deep undercover for over two years now.

That's all I know.

I did undercover once on a drug bust.

I didn't have the stomach for it.

Always looking over your shoulder, waiting.

[man] Get in.

[Arabela] Guess that's our ride.

[man] Now.

[Luke] Nice manners.

-[knocking] -Yes?

Do you have a minute?

For you, always.

Sophie seems well.

Yes.

It could easily have gone the other way.

Yes.

There should have been a rapid response team in place.

You mean the cross-border unit.

Yeah. That's exactly what I mean.

I have made an appointment with the board.

You're going to ask that the cross-border unit be re-established?

It never should've been shut down, Carine.

The unit was shut down before.

If you're gonna start it up again,

you need someone who will give it her heart and soul.

That's me.

No one has worked harder or achieved more at the ICC.

Then let me lead it.

There's no one more qualified, Michel, and you know it.

We will discuss this...

after we deal with Wombosi.

Of course.

A present from Ellie, hot off the press.

There.

"Sweet Muse to Mad About You.

A life-changing moment. 1400 yesterday."

That's 1400 today.

It's a death sentence, and we can't warn him, because we don't know who he is.

Yeah, but he knows who Sophie is, though.

-Yeah? -Her abduction was kept out of the press.

Nobody knows about it.

So... Dorn has a press conference. He announces her abduction.

The source won't show up because he knows that Sophie can't be there.

He may even realize that someone else placed the ad,

they're trying to flush him out.

He'll know he's in danger.

Carl Hickman pulled something like this once.

It worked.

-Maybe it's gonna work again. -I'll tell Michel.

[mobile phone rings]

[woman] Hello?

Hey, honey. Everything good?

When are you coming home?

The usual. Why?

You're telling me you don't remember?

The ultrasound. Right.

Sorry. Tell you what.

I'm on my way to my 2:00 now. I'll just come straight home after.

Yeah. Good thinking.

You know I love you, babe.

-You'd better. -See you soon.

[line disconnects]

[Dorn on radio] Thank you for coming. Two days ago,

my esteemed colleague, the ICC investigator Sophie Baines,

was kidnapped, taken from her car after her chauffeur had been assassinated.

An investigation is ongoing,

but as of this moment,

we have no leads, none.

Anyone who has any information whatsoever--

Goddamn it, you told me the ICC had Sophie Baines at that quarry.

They did.

Well, someone better tell CNN.

I don't need to remind you that my connection to this cannot be made public.

You find that leak, and you plug it up.

We've gone through the computer files

on phone records of 3,000 Argento employees.

Already narrowed the field down to 12 suspects.

Call me back when you've narrowed it down to one.

[man speaks in a foreign language]

[man 2 speaks in a foreign language]

[Luke] Classy friends you've got.

[Arabela] No English manners here.

[man] Inspector Seeger...

and you must be Inspector Wilkinson.

Welcome. Please sit down.

I apologize for all the cloak and dagger.

I hope you didn't suffer any discomfort.

Nah, I like being blindfolded and bundled into the back of a van.

[man] It was for your personal safety.

I'm embedded in the Sinaloa drug cartel.

They wouldn't look kindly upon our meeting.

You have a question?

The connection between Argento International and Fabrice Wombosi,

what is it?

[computer beeping rapidly]

You look quite pleased with yourself.

Sophie had her law clerk's laptop sent over.

I just located the email sent by her source.

-That's brilliant. -It was sent from an IP address

in Delft on February the 19th.

Internet cafe?

Public library.

And he used a "read-only",

a fake e-mail address,

gordongekko@mailscratcher.com.

How do you know that's not his real name?

Because it's a character from the movie Wall Street.

Oh, well, that presents us quite a problem, doesn't it?

A fictional e-mail address.

I have to go there and access the computer.

Maybe he left something behind in the browser cache or the cookies.

You want to come?

Me, out in the field?

You look surprised.

Well, it's just sometimes I get the impression

the others don't quite take me seriously as a cop.

You're young.

You have to give them some time.

Oh, and, uh, you might want to grab your shoes.

Okay.

-Hi. -How'd it go?

-Rough night, but it was worth it. -Long story.

Better told in a pub over a few pints.

Okay. Walk me through it.

[Luke] Right.

Pemberton, the owner of Argento,

has been bribing Wombosi

to smuggle coltan out of the Eastern Congo.

What's coltan?

Coltan is the metallic ore you find in the power supplies of jet engines

and computers, smart phones.

Now, Wombosi has been using

the same smugglers and routes as the cocaine cartels.

[Luke] Out of Eastern Congo,

winding their way up through Central Africa and into Europe.

Nearly 14,000 tons of the stuff is getting shipped, smuggled out every year.

That is billions of euros worth of coltan,

and it's all on the black market.

Okay, so the evidence that Sophie gave Michel had nothing to do coltan.

It was about the massacre in Banui.

So, what's the connection?

Banui.

It just so happens that these villagers' homes

are sitting on the world's largest deposits of coltan.

And a protected game reserve,

so mining's prohibited by international treaty.

Okay, so you said coltan

-is a billion-dollar business. -[Arabela] Yes.

So Pemberton bribes Wombosi

to mine the coltan, but it's illegal,

so he has to get rid of any and all witnesses.

We have no documents, no photos, nothing to substantiate.

That will stand up in court? Nothing.

Not quite nothing.

What did you find?

I thought if those mercenaries killed all those villagers,

maybe the villagers managed to kill at least one of the mercenaries.

Nice. And did they?

Yeah.

An NGO responded first.

I have some friends there.

This card was found on the site, a Swiss national.

That's Melvoy Security.

Melvoy's been working with Pemberton from the very beginning,

and that's why he had Robert Penny in the courtroom to make sure

neither he nor Pemberton were incriminated.

Which is why, at all costs,

Pemberton and company have to find Sophie's source.

They have to find him.

They have to silence him.

They have to kill him.

Because he alone has the evidence that will incriminate them.

I meant to tell you, your son is adorable.

Thanks. He takes after his mother.

I didn't even know I was a father until quite recently.

It's a long story.

It must have come as quite a shock.

You could say that.

Excuse me.

Do you have a public computer?

Yes, but you'll have to sign for it.

For security. We have a lot of valuable artefacts here.

Sure.

I doubt he used his real name.

One mistake is all we need.

-Gordon Gekko. -Bollocks.

Your ID is WN 457.

You put the card in the slot there.

-Thanks. -Thank you so much, sir.

This must be the oldest computer left in existence.

[Sebastian] It's an old Packard Bell.

My first computer.

-[musical tones] -Ahh.

Gotta love Windows '98.

There's nothing for me to work with here.

Nichts.

What about the cache thingy?

Well, most public computers are administrated.

The user can't just go in and delete their own history

or access the cache or cookies.

But this computer is wide open.

There's no trace of him anywhere.

Could be why he chose this place.

He knew he could cover his tracks.

Well, I knew the e-mail address wouldn't be traceable,

but I thought there'd be something.

We better head back.

There's one more thing we could try.

Sir?

Do you still have the ID card for WN 453?

Uh... Yes, I do.

[speaks French]

[man speaks French]

Yes. How can I help you?

This is Carine Strand with the International Criminal Court.

May I speak with your chief medical officer, please?

Do you know what time is it?

Yes, I know. It's urgent.

[indistinct chatter]

[speaks French]

Is it always like this?

There was an altercation last night. Two men were stabbed to death.

-Cedric was wounded. -Is he all right?

Someone managed to pull him from the fray, but he has eight stitches in his arm.

Do we know if Wombosi is behind last night's altercation?

According to the guards, it was a tribal conflict that got out of hand.

He's this way.

Cedric?

These are the people I told you about.

Hello, Cedric.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to tell your story again.

I need you to explain to this lady and to me

what happened in your village.

It was two years ago.

A hot day.

My brothers and me, we were playing outside.

He lived in the Banui reserve, right on top of the coltan deposits.

Then men came... with guns.

They started shooting everywhere.

My brothers...

my father...

they were all killed.

Then they lit the village on fire.

Hundreds were burned alive.

Médecins Sans Frontières found him alone in the bush.

He had been there for three days without food or water.

Everyone I know is dead.

I have no home.

No family.

Cedric, we'd like you to come with us.

I'll find you a safe place to stay.

I promise you. People need to hear your story.

You found a witness to that massacre Wombosi ordered?

She did indeed.

A remarkable boy, Cedric Bofeko.

He survived the actual massacre.

He's willing to testify for us when court resumes.

It still won't prove that Wombosi was responsible.

To do that, we have to have Sophie's source,

and we do not have a clue who he is.

Forensics found one usable fingerprint on the ID card.

-They're sending us the results now. -Should I get the others?

Not yet. Let's see what we're dealing with first.

Simon Gilbert.

Let me check.

Argento International.

He's senior vice president there.

You have a solution to our problem?

Still finessing the details.

If I go down for this, Fitzroy, you go down with me.

I don't go down... ever.

I hired you to protect my company, not yours.

You've got over 40,000 employees worldwide.

3,000 of them in Rotterdam alone.

These things take time.

I don't have time, Fitzroy, and neither do you.

You said you had 12 names?

That's right. And only four of them left the office early today.

It has to be one of them.

News?

-We identified our source. -[Carine] Excellent.

-Sebastian found him. -[Carine] Good.

-Not me. Ellie. -Well done, you.

-What's his connection? -Simon Gilbert, 34-years-old.

He's a senior financial analyst at Argento's Rotterdam branch.

Apparently, he was hand-picked by Jay Pemberton

straight out of Wharton. Pemberton's also an alumni.

So Pemberton was his mentor?

Well, there's a quote on Gilbert's profile that refers to Pemberton

as the most important influence in his life, both as a friend and as a mentor.

Well, he obviously had a change of heart.

Well, if we have found our mystery man,

it's only a matter of time until Argento does.

And we know if they find him, he's dead.

Get his mobile number and address.

Shoot it over to Arabela and Luke. They need to get to his flat right away.

Thank you.

Mr. Gilbert isn't very tidy.

Someone got here before us.

No blood wounds.

Or bullet casings.

You wouldn't leave the country without your passport.

Or your wife.

So where is she?

Mr. Fitzroy.

Come with me, please.

Now.

Leave your phone and laptop there.

[line ringing]

I'm sorry. Mr. Gilbert is still not answering his line.

Please. We really need to speak with him. It's urgent.

[mobile phone rings]

-Hey, Arabela, what's up? -Yes,

I have Simon Gilbert's brother-in-law here.

He says there's been a family emergency.

Do you know where we can find him?

Oh, I see. When?

I'll let him know.

Mr. Gilbert is no longer with Argento.

-Since when? -Since yesterday.

That was Arabela.

Gilbert's flat's been tossed.

There's no sign of him or his wife.

The Dutch police are out looking for her now.

Sebastian, did you get us a GPS location on Simon's cell phone?

Just a second.

It's pinging off a tower about 500 metres from the Argento building in Rotterdam.

What, he never left the damn building?

He's still in there.

What am I doing here?

An emergency warrant. Argento International in Rotterdam.

Someone's been leaking incriminating information

about Argento's dealings in Africa.

And I've narrowed it down to you.

When we searched your computer, we found classified information

for which you have no security clearance.

Never seen any classified information.

In your capacity in the financial department,

surely you've come across lawsuits...

allegations, settlements made by Argento.

Yes, of course.

Perhaps you chose to share

a little of this secret information

with a prosecutor named Sophie Baines?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

I don't know any Sophie Baines.

I'm sure you're aware of the consequences

of divulging confidential company information?

If you're lying,

it could be at a great personal cost.

How did you get that?

Where is she?

You're a lucky man, Mr. Gilbert. Such a pretty wife.

Okay.

Just...

just don't-- don't hurt her.

Mr. Pemberton treated you like a son.

He gave you a career, and you chose to pay him back like this?

He was like a father to me, but he's--

He's not the man that I thought he was.

He's been illegally smuggling coltan out of the East Congo.

Two years ago, he paid armed men to slaughter hundreds of villagers

on a game reserve just to get to the coltan deposits there.

He is a murderer.

You're living in a fantasy world.

Argento had nothing to do with any atrocities.

But just in case there's anything that could be seen as incriminating,

we've purged the company computers.

But I must have the copies.

There's...

There's just one.

I'll take you to it.

Mr. Gilbert's going to take you on a field trip.

Yes.

Please tell him that a man's life hangs in the balance.

That should get his attention.

They put me on hold.

It's bullshit.

[tyres squeal]

They have him in the garage! They're leaving now!

Arabela called.

The wife is at the doctor's office. She's safe.

Okay. Here we go.

I'll have Sebastian track our GPS.

Luke. They're heading north on the E-19 towards Delft.

You're about five kilometres behind them.

[Arabela] Make that two.

[Carine] Sebastian, we're here.

St. Adelbert's Church. Alert the Dutch Police.

On it. Luke and Arabela are right behind you.

[Carine] Tell them to hurry.

Freeze!

Come on, guys, it's over.

You're surrounded. Just drop it.

Okay? Just drop the gun.

Okay?

[Luke] Hands up! Now!

[all grunting]

[groans]

[Marco] Drop the weapon!

-Drop it! -Drop it!

[Simon] This is useless.

I made other copies to give to the media, but they're still in my office.

I'm sure everything's been destroyed by now.

I was just trying to do the right thing.

I wanted to hold that bastard accountable.

There's still time to make it right.

You could testify in court.

Are you for real? They almost killed me.

Mr. Gilbert, without evidence linking Wombosi to that massacre,

all we have is your testimony.

Wombosi will walk.

I'm sorry, but I tried, and I failed.

I have my family to think about.

There's someone I want you to talk to, a young boy who survived the massacre.

General Wombosi, we have introduced into evidence

the encrypted emails that show that you personally ordered your army

to allow those mercenary soldiers to cross your country's border in 2013.

Mercenaries who then went on to kill--

No, no, to slaughter,

hundreds of men, women, and children.

Yes, I have reviewed those emails.

Do you deny writing them?

I do not, but I find no proof those mercenaries slaughtered anyone.

Really?

Despite sitting here listening

to the eyewitness testimony

of Cedric Bofeko.

But you do not doubt the veracity of his account, do you?

I do not.

But, sadly, civil unrest

and tribal warfare are a common occurrence in my country.

This has nothing to do with civil unrest, General, and you know it!

Médecins Sans Frontières...

found the body of one of those mercenaries

amongst the corpses of the massacred.

I know nothing of this man,

but I thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mr. Dorn.

My government will launch a full investigation.

General, would you be kind enough to describe what this is?

It looks like some kind of ore.

Congratulations, you're exactly right.

It is an ore-- coltan, for short.

The largest deposits of coltan

are found in the Eastern Congo,

in an area protected by treaty.

But despite that treaty,

14,000 tons of coltan

were smuggled out of there last year,

the supply route greased

by the bribes of Argento International.

I have no idea what you are talking about.

Well, thankfully, a man named Mr. Simon Gilbert does.

Objection. Argento is not on trial here,

and Mr. Gilbert is not a witness.

He is a vice president at Argento International.

-[people murmuring] -[gavel banging]

I call Simon Gilbert as a witness.

Thank you, Ms. Baines.

[Sophie] Thank you, Mr. Gilbert.

[Simon] Thank you, Cedric.

[Dorn] Would you introduce yourself, please?

My name is Simon Anthony Gilbert.

[man] All rise.

Having considered all the evidence

and the arguments of both parties,

this Trial Chamber unanimously finds you, Fabrice Wombosi...

guilty of all charges.

You are hereby sentenced to 30 years in prison.

We did a good thing, Michel.

We did.

This verdict exists because of you, dear Sophie.

Thank you.

I have news, everyone.

Simon Gilbert has agreed to cooperate

with the United States Department of Justice

in the case against Argento International.

What about Melvoy Security?

Ah... [sighs]

Melvoy? No.

They have too many friends in too many high places.

So Fitzroy walks?

Well, our hands have been tied.

He'll get what's coming to him one day.

Only if you all vote to do it...

I have been to the board,

and I argued that this case proved

that the cross-border unit should be re-established...

and they agreed.

But who's going to be in the unit?

All of you.

And you will be led by Inspector Strand.

I don't know what to say.

Say you'll take the job.

Congratulations to all of you for a job well done.

I cannot begin to tell you how happy,

how relieved, it makes me

that this unit is going to go back to work again.

Welcome aboard, Inspector.

I'm just gobsmacked.

Are you in?

Uh... I'll think about it.

As long as there aren't any more blindfolds.

-Aren't you staying? -Uh... no.

-You'd be vital to this unit. -You don't need me.

Did you give Sebastian a piece of evidence?

That was personal.

This court's resources aren't for your personal use.

If, on the other hand...

you were an officer of the ICC...

Are you blackmailing me, Inspector Strand?

This unit needs you, Inspector Constante.

And you need it, more than you realize.

I see why Dorn picked you to lead the team.