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Hang on, Tadeo. We're almost there.

It's the same killer, isn't it?

I'm going to die like the others.

Not if I can help it.

-Marco? -Just stay calm. We're close.

Marco...

-Where's the damn bomb squad? -Seven minutes away.

We don't have seven minutes.

We can't go in without them.

We've got no protective gear. No equipment.

We can't just let him die.

Marco.

Damn it.

Tadeo!

[mobile phone rings]

-Tadeo? -[man] Good to see you again, Marco.

[gasps] Is that a new jacket?

It's Ridderhoff.

[laughs]

He rigged it with a signal booster.

The range for those things is only around 500 metres.

Go check outside.

You were almost two minutes faster this time. I'm impressed.

Think you'll save this one?

Maybe I'm making this too difficult.

Next time I'll go easier on you.

There won't be a next time.

Tadeo!

Tadeo.

Okay. Okay, let's figure this out.

Freeze!

Get out of the car!

Out of the car. Now.

[revs engine]

How much time is left?

No. Please, no.

No...

No... no...

He was in a car. He took off.

-[groans] -Marco, we have to go.

I'm so sorry, Tadeo.

Is there anyone I can pass a message to?

Your father, or...

Tell him that I love him. My mother, too.

I don't want this to ruin their lives.

I want them to go on somehow and be happy.

Make sure you get the guy.

Don't let this happen to anyone else.

You've got my promise.

He won't hurt anybody ever again.

Okay.

Marco, come on.

Go.

Go, it's okay.

Go.

Marco!

[rapid beeping]

[overlapping chatter]

One misfiled piece of evidence, and a guilty man walks free.

We at Victims' Justice League will not sleep until this travesty is set right.

Julian Ridderhoff will be held accountable for his crime.

-And that's a promise. -[reporters clamouring]

I'm just so glad I had the chance to prove my innocence,

in court, for all to see.

Now, I sincerely hope the police will spend their efforts

tracking down the real killer.

Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

[theme music plays]

A playing card?

On my windshield this morning.

Julian fucking Ridderhoff.

Ridderhoff? He's in Italy.

No. He moved here two months ago to Valkenburg.

-That's only 30 minutes from here. -He's following me.

How do you know where he lives?

Well, I never stopped tracking him.

I'm aware of how that sounds.

I'm glad you are aware.

What is this, Marco? Cat and mouse?

Yeah, yeah, that's exactly what it is.

Only he thinks he's the cat, and I'm the mouse.

When he was in his early 20s, he applied to the Police Academy in Geneva.

They gave him a psychological evaluation. You know what it showed?

From what you've told me, psychopathic personality

with an intense need for power and control.

And he also had high scores for narcissism and pathological contempt for authority.

"Pathological contempt for authority?"

That's where you fit in.

Ever since his case was dismissed, he thinks he's untouchable.

If his case was dismissed, he is untouchable.

He killed three people on my watch. I'm not about to let him make it four.

-Morning... -Morning.

-Marco. -Yeah.

-Do you have a minute? -Yeah. Sure.

I told you I'd keep looking for something more about your sister, but...

I've hit a brick wall.

What about those kidnappers you identified in Hungary?

The ones who used the medallion for membership.

They've scattered all over Europe.

There must be arrest records for the members of the gang.

We're talking over 30 years ago.

Records back then were written by hand, or on a typewriter.

Some were never digitized. Others were destroyed or lost.

Okay, I need the name of the lead detective from '89.

He's dead.

And everyone else has retired or moved on.

Look, I know this doesn't feel good, but I can't lie to you.

There's nothing.

No, no, no, no. I refuse to accept that.

[mobile phone beeps]

Better make that coffee to go.

-Bomb. Holmens Canal. One dead. -Terrorist attack?

They don't know for sure. They're asking for our assistance.

All right. Coffee here is wretched, anyway.

ID was still in his trouser pocket. Richard Damcott. 22 years old.

Upper torso was blown to pieces. We haven't found all the parts.

It's barbaric.

What kind of bomb are we dealing with?

It's hard to say, since most of it ended up under water.

Well, the bomb was placed somewhere here.

So are we saying that Damcott just happened to be walking by

-at the wrong time? -Not necessarily.

Based on the powder burns around the wounds,

I suspect the device could've been on his person.

As in he was carrying the bomb?

Either that, or it was some kind of suicide vest

accidentally detonated before he reached his target.

This is a residential area.

There are no government buildings, no embassies, no crowds.

What exactly was he trying to blow up?

Well, that's your department, Inspector. I just deal with the dead.

And I'll suspect you'll have more answers once they dredge the canal. Okay?

Thank you.

Medical Examiner thinks it could be some kind of suicide bomb gone awry.

-That sounds ominous. -Any witnesses?

Uniform spoke to a pretzel vendor who works the bridge.

Didn't see anything suspicious.

Dog walkers, joggers. Nothing unusual.

There must be some security cameras around here.

-[scoffs] -What?

The system's being upgraded.

Park supervisor said that the cameras have been offline all week.

So we have no idea where he came from or what he was doing.

No.

God, don't you just love it when it all comes together like this?

C.O.D. is blast injury resulting in a severed spinal cord.

Did you find anything on the clothes or the body?

No foreign hairs, no fibres, but I did find this wedged into his shoe.

I have no idea of the significance.

It's a playing card.

Julian Ridderhoff.

A playing card.

Not even Judge McGruder would grant an arrest warrant on a playing card.

Anyone could've put that there.

It's not just the playing card. It's the way this man was killed.

I didn't know. They've confirmed it was a collar bomb?

They're still dredging the canal.

But we know it was some kind of an explosive device.

Constante. Let them finish their investigation.

That could take hours, maybe even days.

And if they discover that it was not a collar bomb?

Already, Ridderhoff is suing your department in Italy

for wrongful arrest and incarceration.

I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I--

I know it was him.

If we don't pick him up now,

he may end up killing someone else.

I know you know, and I know your instincts are extraordinary,

but they are not infallible.

Your emotions are too heavily invested in this,

and that clouds judgment.

The kid he killed last year in Milan, Tadeo,

his dad was a cop, a friend of mine.

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

Step back.

Follow judicial procedure.

Mount a case against your Mr. Ridderhoff,

and when you have sufficient evidence,

you convict the son of a bitch.

Yes?

Marco? What's going on?

Nothing. That's the problem.

Ridderhoff, open up!

It's Marco Constante.

[door opens]

Don't worry, he's not here.

That's not what I'm worried about.

Did you follow me here?

Are you saying I shouldn't have?

-How did you gain entry? -The door was unlocked.

You're trespassing, Marco.

Trespassing? He just blew a man to smithereens.

And if we can prove that, he will be punished.

-Oh, come on. -Hey. I'm not done.

I know you have a history with this guy, but if you want to play vigilante,

there is no room for you on this team.

It's your choice.

I'm leaving. I expect you to do the same.

[mobile phone ringing]

Arabela? What's up?

They just pulled what looks like part of a bomb collar out of the canal.

-[sighs] Shit. -Yeah.

It's being rushed to the lab now, but it definitely seems like Ridderhoff's M.O.

Keep me posted.

I heard they found part of the bomb collar in the canal.

Dorn's issued an arrest warrant for Ridderhoff.

I hope you don't feel vindicated,

because that little stunt you pulled could let him walk again.

I let my emotions get the better of me today.

Is this your way of apologizing?

I can make it formal, if you want.

I want it to never happen again.

It won't.

What does that look like, exactly?

What?

A formal apology.

Do you... get down on your knees, or what?

Another dead body.

Male, 30s, bomb.

-Where? -Valkenburg Park.

That's two kilometres from Ridderhoff's house.

-[Carine] Any ID? -Lab's running his prints now.

Luckily, one of the fingers was left intact.

As with the last case, there was massive bodily trauma.

I put time of death at 5:00.

Okay, did you find the card?

Card?

The playing card, like the last victim.

No, I didn't find any card.

If this is a copycat, they may not know about the playing card.

No, I'm telling you, Ridderhoff did this.

Fingerprint results.

Fortunately, our victim was in the system, or we would've had to wait for DNA.

Okay, just cut to the chase. Who the hell is he?

Julian Ridderhoff.

[indistinct chattering]

Signs of forced entry.

The killer came in through here,

and dragged Ridderhoff out the same way.

Hmm...

So he was sitting, having a cup of coffee,

and disappeared without any sign of struggle.

The killer could've had a weapon.

The guy's got more unpaid bills than I do.

And now he doesn't have to pay for any of them.

Have you ever heard of an organisation called the Victims' Justice League?

Uh, yes. I was reading about them in one of Marco's old case files.

-In what context? -Uh...

They were involved in Ridderhoff's trial. Victim statement support or something.

Ooh. I think I found our weapon.

Part of it, anyway.

-Chloroform. -Explains why there wasn't any struggle.

Why were you asking about the Victims' Justice League, anyway?

Because Ridderhoff filed a lawsuit against them last week.

What for?

Harassment.

The organization's run by a woman named Olivia Hammond.

She was at the court when Ridderhoff was released.

Yeah, she's a bit of a crusader.

Her daughter was raped and murdered ten years ago.

They never found the perpetrator.

Hammond's got a team of volunteers who investigate old murder cases.

They've actually helped launch a few retrials

by bringing old evidence to light.

Well, sounds like a good cause. Where does the harassment come in?

See for yourself.

This is their latest newsletter.

Whoa.

It looks like she's targeting these people.

They were all suspected of murder,

but none of them were ever actually prosecuted.

[Sebastian] Or they were tried and got off.

One down, nine to go.

Okay, I want you to get me the names and addresses of everyone on this list.

We have to send you two out more often.

[Sebastian] That would be nice.

But hey, who's complaining?

The list is figurative in intention.

The League's mission is to keep these murderers in the public eye.

You mean suspects, Ms. Hammond.

"Suspects" who have eluded justice.

Ridderhoff responded to being kept in the public eye

by filing this harassment lawsuit against you.

Sometimes the law fails the victims. We give the law a push.

-You won't have to anymore. -Yes, I heard.

That doesn't bother you?

I deplore any murder...

but to be honest,

this one is no great loss to the world, is it?

Hmm.

Inspector...

I'm not a vigilante.

I want them to go down in court, fairly.

And I want to see their faces when it happens.

Where were you between 3:00 and 5:00 yesterday afternoon?

In a dentist's chair, having a crown replaced.

Should be easy enough to verify.

I've got a speaking engagement in about an hour.

Will there be anything else?

We'll see you out.

I'm sure you have other cases you could be pursuing.

What's your point, Ms. Hammond?

Did you think about the victims' families?

How will it look?

You couldn't put Ridderhoff away, but you catch his killer?

[thunder rumbles]

[Carine] You don't sleep.

Look who's talking.

Makes for pretty compelling reading, huh?

Do you think she's guilty?

She's got a lot of pain and anger.

You need an outlet for that. Believe me, I know.

So do I.

I was raped at knifepoint when I was 17.

Did they catch the guy?

No.

I'm sorry, I...

Marco, I didn't tell you this to get your pity or your compassion.

What happened, happened.

I dealt with the rage and the pain a long time ago.

I don't let it define me.

Well, it turns out you're even more impressive than I thought.

You deal with your past, or you get trapped by it.

[Arabela] Forensics found fragments of the bomb timer

wedged under the stairs by the canal.

Ridderhoff's DNA was all over it.

He definitely killed that boy.

Marco called it from the start.

He must be dancing a jig.

He's not the dancing type.

Rough morning, Seb?

Erik didn't want to go to school this morning. Put up a real fight.

I thought you only had him at weekends?

His mother's at a conference in Copenhagen all week.

And on top of that, there's some bully at school who's been threatening him.

I could teach him some MMA moves, if you like.

Kids love that Crouching Tiger stuff.

Thanks, I can handle it.

Don't bother taking off your coats.

The police in Amsterdam called in a strangulation.

And they need our help because...

The victim's name is Nicholas Halle. Sound familiar?

He's on the League's hit list.

-Holy shit. -Yeah. Go.

[sirens]

[Luke coughs]

Wow. That's rank.

They have masks there, if you need them.

Nah. I'm good.

Victim is Nicholas Halle, 42 years of age.

Uh... how long's he been here?

[man] Two weeks, maybe more. Lived alone. No job.

Neighbours finally called about the smell. Thought it was a dead animal.

And, uh, no one remembers hearing anything?

Any sounds of a struggle?

[man] We're going to speak to the neighbours now.

Let me know if you have any more questions.

So how did he get on the hit list?

They say he murdered a girl in France.

[speaks French]

You speak French.

Why did I even ask?

[Arabela] Alsace, France. Two months ago.

Halle was the prime suspect of Giroux's murder.

They questioned him more than once, but they didn't have enough to charge him.

So he was tried in the court of public opinion instead.

This is the photo from Giroux's crime scene.

Bloody hell.

Halle's been killed in exactly the same way that she was.

Someone's hunting murder suspects.

[Sebastian] So this guy is killing murderers, huh?

That's just what we need, some nut-job who thinks he's Batman.

"Suspect," Berger.

You all need to remember that.

What do you have?

Well...

the, uh, Damcott-Ridderhoff bomb collars,

the same size, same materials.

Both victims blown up in a public place.

And the Giroux-Halle murders,

same make of belt, same "X" in the forehead, same pose.

Both suspects found strangled in their apartments.

The suspects are being killed in the exact same way

as the murders they were accused of.

Only someone with access to police files

would be able to reproduce this stuff so precisely.

But why would someone take the time to go into such detail?

And how would they know?

-Do you have your profile, Ellie? -Yes.

I think this person doesn't enjoy what they're doing.

They see it as a duty.

That's one way of putting it.

Well, it's an eye for an eye.

It's more than just a simple execution.

It's personal. This person's lost someone close to them, like the killer.

It's the kind of pain that's been festering for years.

They're not gonna stop.

Well, no pressure, then.

Nicolas Halle and Julian Ridderhoff are both on this list.

If we're working on the supposition they were killed by the same person,

then our next victim is also on this list.

All these murders were local, so there's a good possibility

the killer is still in the vicinity.

Divide the list alphabetically by last name.

Look to see if there's any suspect within a 100-kilometre radius.

Verify they're still alive, get them police protection.

Marco, you and I will go have another chat with Ms. Hammond.

No, I would like to speak with her myself.

I'll send her to your office.

Yes, hold on.

Yes, yes, I totally understand, but there must be something you can do.

Of course I've talked to him, and, no, I can't do that.

I do have a job, you know?

She's out of town.

What do I expect? I expect you to talk to the parents of that boy, for instance.

You know what, Ms. Hall, that's not exactly the help I've been looking for.

In fact, that's no help at all. Thank you.

-Do you mind? -Go ahead.

-How's it going? -Still going through the list.

Calling the local police to request protection,

but their response is less than enthusiastic.

Everything all right?

That bully hit him again in school.

That's tough.

I asked the teacher to talk to the parents, but she won't do it.

Can you believe that?

Well, she's not his father, Sebastian, you are.

What's that supposed to mean?

If you want your boy to stick up for himself,

maybe you're the one that needs to get more involved.

Ferenz Nocek?

It's the ICC.

Are you there?

Go away.

Leave us alone.

We need to speak with your husband.

He's not home.

Please, it's important.

What do you want?

Look, can we come inside?

[speaks in a foreign language]

Ferenz is innocent.

He worked with Greta,

the girl who was murdered at that restaurant in Hamburg.

They were friends.

Well, friends kill friends all the time, Mrs. Nocek.

How did your husband become a suspect?

They were finished for the night.

All the diners had gone.

Ferenz had cleaned the kitchen,

and Greta said she was going to stay to total up the receipts.

So he was the last one to see her alive.

According to the police, yes.

But they didn't even look at anyone else.

His photo was plastered everywhere,

and then the Victims' Justice League put his name in their newsletter,

and it's been a living hell ever since.

Mrs. Nocek, we're not here about your husband's case.

We're here because we have reason to believe

that his life might be in danger.

I don't understand.

A vigilante is killing murder suspects.

What?

Do you know where we might find him?

I don't know. Um...

He was supposed to be home about an hour ago.

Carine, I just got off the phone with Arabela.

Another one of the suspects from the hit list has gone missing.

-Which one? -Ferenz Nocek.

He was meant to be home over an hour ago.

He's not answering his phone. His wife is frantic.

He was accused of raping an 18-year-old girl

by locking her in a restaurant freezer, leaving her to die.

Yeah. Greta Hendriks. Hamburg. Two years ago.

Okay. Go see the medical examiner.

Have him look over the autopsy report of our previous victims.

We need to find a link between those victims and our copycat killer.

Look for... a fingerprint, an eyelash, anything.

Okay.

Ms. Hammond. Michel Dorn.

Thank you for coming to see me.

Why don't we sit?

Mr. Dorn, I'm familiar with your work.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

As it is for me to meet you.

We have much in common, you and I.

When I made the decision to prosecute war criminals,

they said, and many of these people were my friends,

they said, "Why bother? It was so long ago.

They're just harmless old men now."

For them, time had diminished the horror of what had been done.

But not for you.

No.

No, not for me.

The crimes against humanity that I have seen,

the inconceivable harm

that I have witnessed people inflicting upon each other

has filled me with an anger

that would never allow me to forget.

Me neither.

I devoted my life to seeking justice since my daughter died.

I became aware of our parallel commitment

when I researched your organisation.

You have more than 2,000 members, doctors, teachers, lawyers.

Very impressive, what you have achieved.

Mr. Dorn, that's not why you wanted to speak to me,

to tell me you admire my work.

No, no, I did, actually.

I also want to ask you for assistance.

We need access to your membership database.

We adhere to strict journalistic practices,

and you know as well as I do that information's confidential.

We have a homicidal vigilante in our midst,

someone who believes that for certain trials,

justice has not been served,

so they have taken it upon themselves

to be judge, jury and executioner.

The victims of this killer have all been people on your web pages,

in your newsletter.

I am absolutely confident

that you are operating within the parameters of the law,

but the evidence suggests

that someone in your ranks... is not.

This is a very clever killer.

This vendetta will be extremely difficult to stop.

Please, could you help us?

I'm triangulating the GPS on Nocek's mobile.

[Marco] Come on.

It's technology, Marco, not magic.

Sorry.

No. I know you're doing everything you can.

The signal is pinging off a tower somewhere in Rotterdam.

See if there are restaurants or catering companies around there.

Anything that would have an industrial freezer.

This is an industrial area near the A-15. Not exactly hopping with life.

What about a processing plant, a slaughterhouse?

Nothing.

Wait. There's a cold storage warehouse.

"Bergen Storage is equipped to handle

all temperature ranges, frozen, chilled, ambient--"

-Okay, let's go. -Yeah.

I'll send you the link.

[Dorn] Berger.

What's this?

It's Olivia Hammond's membership database.

I want you to have a look at it and see if any one of them stands out.

[sirens blaring]

Check there!

Okay, let's split up.

Yeah.

[man, faint] Help me!

Help me...

He's here!

[panting]

Is this the autopsy from Amsterdam?

Oh, yes. Here.

I'll take a look and send you my report. Okay?

Oh, I'm happy to wait.

If you want.

[Marco] Okay.

Okay, you're okay now.

Who did this to you?

[stammering] I don't, I don't know.

He... he had a mask.

Let's get you someplace warm.

No, you can't wait up for me, Erik. I'll probably be a while.

How long?

I don't know how long, Erik. I'm working.

I need you to help me with a science project.

Sounds cool. What is it?

A papier mache windmill.

We're learning about wind energy.

How about we pick up the supplies tomorrow after school?

Thank you, Dad. Love you.

-I love you, too. -[computer beeps]

[ambulance engine starts]

How is he?

Hypothermia and shock.

EMT said he only had another half an hour left.

Does he know who attacked him?

No. He said the guy was wearing a mask.

Are they your children?

No, that's me and my brother.

Oh, wow, you look very similar.

We were very close.

Are you still?

He died...

shortly after the picture was taken.

I'm so sorry.

He was murdered.

[line ringing]

[mobile phone rings]

Sebastian, go ahead.

I'm looking at the Justice League's mailing list.

There's a name on here I recognize.

Paul Oskar.

The pathologist?

I'm staring at his name right now. Started his subscription a month ago.

He had access to all the autopsy reports, crime scene photos.

He could have easily got his hands on chloroform and surgical gloves.

Ellie. I sent her over there to review some autopsy reports.

-She's there with him right now. -Scheisse.

Okay, we'll be there in 15 minutes.

I'll grab Luke and Arabela and get over there right now.

If that bastard hurts her...

Sebastian, just go.

It's getting late, so I think I'm gonna go.

-I just finished. -[mobile phone rings]

Hiya.

Ellie, we think Oskar could be the killer.

That's interesting. I think so too.

Help will be there any minute.

Don't try anything. He's extremely dangerous.

Just stay calm and wait. Can you do that?

Of course.

-Do you want me to stay on the line? -No, better not.

But thanks. Bye.

You know...

don't you?

They never did catch your brother's murderer, did they?

Most murders go unsolved.

They're on their way, so...

I'll be gone before they get here.

Why did you kill those people?

You want to know that?

The cruelty I see every day,

the victims, the suffering,

and the men who commit these atrocities,

they walk away free, laughing at us.

That's why.

No, no. Sorry. You're not going anywhere.

-Move out of my way. -I'm a law enforcement officer.

I can't let you go. No!

[both grunting]

[groaning]

[gagging]

[groaning]

-You okay? -[Ellie] Yeah, I'm fine.

[grunting]

-[punches landing] -[Paul groaning]

Whoa, whoa, that's enough, Sebastian.

Okay, okay, all right. All right.

[Paul groans]

Come on, let's get you out of here.

Looks like his son doesn't need my help after all.

Come on, you. Let's go.

[grunts, then pants]

Nocek, that suspected murderer you rescued from the freezer?

Yeah? What about him?

A prisoner informant in Hamburg

said that his cellmate said

that he was the one who murdered Greta-- what's her name?

-[both] Hendriks. -Hendriks... in that restaurant.

So you're saying we saved an innocent man?

So it would appear.

That's nice, for a change.

Thank you.

Constante?

Would you like to say something to me?

Uh... no.

Julian Ridderhoff was a victim.

He was a monster killed by another monster.

By a man who became a monster because of the horrors that he had seen.

Do you think there may be a lesson in that that might apply to you?

I don't need a lecture, Mr. Dorn.

We are passionate investigators, you and I,

and it's a passion that is fuelled by an anger

that exists because try as we might, we cannot catch them all.

I had to watch a genocidal war criminal walk out of court

because in the eyes of the judges, I failed to convict him.

It made me crazy.

I had to struggle to keep my anger from destroying me.

We cannot allow our anger to turn on ourselves.

You cannot.

I can't change that.

I won't.

My anger is part of me.

It's what keeps me going.

I am simply saying that if you are not careful,

if you do not marshal your anger,

it can turn on you and destroy you.

Thanks for the pep talk.

Uh... [clears throat]

I'm glad I'm here.

Constante...

I am so very, very glad

that you are here.