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[indistinct chatter]

[speaks in Spanish] Have you decided yet?

[speaks in Spanish] I don't see why we have to do anything.

Because we only have a week, that's why.

Oh, come on!

Blue Cave? Or would you rather snorkel in Stiniva Cove?

Mmm...

Nothing?

[laughs]

[clattering]

-[coughing] -[people exclaiming]

[man] Help! Somebody help! Help him!

[in English] Step aside, please. I'm a doctor.

Hello.

Adelio...

Hand me your apron!

[woman in Spanish] What happened to him?

[in Spanish] I don't know yet.

[in English] Call an ambulance! An ambulance!

Deep cut to the abdomen. Massive blood loss.

High temperature. Shallow breathing. Pulse is 35. Could be septicaemia. Okay?

-Okay. -I'll come with you.

Where are you going?

[Adelio in Spanish] I need to go with him.

Stay here. I love you.

[siren blares]

WHERE ARE YOU?

Adelio, I'm getting scared now. Where are you? Call me back.

[woman] Anything else?

[in English] Where can I get a taxi?

[man on PA, indistinct]

Excuse me. Hi.

I'm looking for my husband, Dr. Fuentes.

There's no doctor here by that name.

No, he doesn't work here.

He came here with an injured man, in an ambulance an hour ago.

I'm sorry, but we've had no ambulance admissions this morning.

Uh... is there any other hospital they would have taken him to?

Not on this island.

That's impossible.

Um... can you just check again, please?

See for yourself.

No ambulance since last night.

Now, excuse me.

[dialling phone]

[in English] Hello, this is Dr. Adelio Fuentes. Please leave a message.

Is anybody in there?

Somebody, please! I need help!

[Marco] Señora Fuentes?

If you want to see your husband, you have to come with me.

[theme music plays]

I don't understand.

What does the International Criminal Court have to do with this?

I know you have a lot of questions, but before I answer,

-I need you to agree to something. -What?

You'll need to surrender your phone and stay under guard for the next 24 hours.

-Why? -Do I have your consent?

Yes. But I need some answers.

As soon as we get there, okay?

The man your husband treated died on the way to the hospital.

He was badly injured.

He was, but he was also sick.

We believe he contracted a virus known as "CLV."

What virus?

CLV. Chari Longone Virus.

It's a haemorrhagic fever similar to Ebola,

transferred by direct contact to bodily fluids.

Adelio, he... he touched that man's blood.

He was covered in it.

We're on our honeymoon.

Your husband is in quarantine right now.

-He's infected? -We don't know that yet.

Please. We also quarantined the ambulance crew

and picked up the vendors from the market.

We have to take every precaution.

Is there a cure?

There is an experimental antiviral drug on the way here from Canada,

but we don't know how effective it is, and the supply is extremely limited.

But what if it doesn't work? What if it doesn't get here in time?

It's what we have to work with, okay?

Please. Right now, there's no danger for the general public,

and that's why I must ask you not to speak about this to anyone.

Panic would only generate a crisis on top of a crisis.

You do understand?

I understand.

You okay?

Are all these people all infected?

No. These are the people who may have been exposed.

Just being held for observation.

You're going to be able to see and talk to each other, but not touch. Okay?

Okay.

Adelio?

[in Spanish] Hey, my darling.

-[sobs] -Shh.

At least here I don't have to go snorkeling, right?

Don't worry.

[helicopter approaching]

[Carine] We've identified the man who was bleeding outside the cafe as Ivan Amanti.

We think he is patient zero.

He was working for someone named Kasun.

Kasun Agosta. Part of the Mozan Clan.

You've heard of him.

He's one of the Bastards of Belgrade.

They have moved thousands upon thousands of kilos of heroin

through Europe ever since the war ended.

I asked Luke to look into the Mozan ties in Corfu.

And the rest of the team?

Already on the ground in Croatia.

They're searching for whoever stabbed Ivan Amanti outside the cafe.

Whoever he is, one: he will not know that he is infected,

and two: he will not want to be found.

Mr. Dorn.

Ah. Inspector Constante, Dr. Hoff.

From the Institute of Infectious Diseases in Bern.

Pleasure.

Please follow me this way.

Shaking hands is a polite tradition,

but it makes the task of containing viral transmission infinitely more difficult.

Civility could quite literally be the death of us all.

[Hoff] I see you've been busy, Inspector.

So far none of them are symptomatic,

but as you suggested, we isolated anyone

who could possibly have been in contact with our murder victim.

[Hoff] What can you tell us about the victim?

Ivan Amanti was stabbed sometime before dawn.

The coroner says the murder weapon was some kind of a curved blade.

With all the fluids coming out of a stomach wound,

if our assailant were in contact with any one of them...?

Then I'm afraid he was undoubtedly exposed to CLV.

This is him. Ivan Amanti.

We catch our assailant, we contain the virus.

You must, because this is what CLV does.

It ravages.

Like its elder sisters, Ebola and Marburg,

it has a fatality rate of 88%.

How long before we can assume that our assailant will be contagious?

The virus is not contagious until he becomes symptomatic, but it moves fast.

Symptoms-- fever, cough, rash--

occur between six to 14 hours after exposure.

Can the coroner be any more specific as to when the wound occurred?

Mona says clotting and inflammation around the wound

suggest it was three to ten hours prior to death.

Those seven hours make a world of difference.

Right now, a host is walking around unaware

that he's undergoing a profound metamorphosis

at the cellular level.

[coughing]

-Anything? -All of Europe is covered

by surveillance cameras with the exception of this island.

Well, I guess you don't need security cameras in paradise.

[mobile phone rings]

-Good morning, sunshine. -Morning.

-It's Luke. Where are you? -Corfu.

Just leaving the house where Amanti was holed up with his late partner in crime.

-Got anything? -Yeah,

I'm sending you the names of the neighbours,

but it's like they told Carine, no one came near.

-Great news. You're heading our way? -Uh-huh.

Can't wait.

He really doesn't like me, does he?

I like you.

So does she.

Can you guys come to the other side of the dock?

There was a faint trail of blood from the market which led us here.

That Spanish couple said the man came from this direction.

There's more blood on the side of the boat and the other side of the dock.

Smears down the hull.

Looks like Amanti was holding onto the side.

So Amanti gets stabbed on the dock, gets back into the boat,

falls into the water, climbs out, and then staggers through the market.

Post-mortem revealed the stabbing occurred anywhere between 10:00 p.m. and 5:00 a.m.

Did you find any witnesses,

anyone hanging out on the beach in the middle of the night?

The local constabulary have been canvassing the area all morning,

but nothing as yet.

-Hey. -Michel...

ECDC is handling medical protocol.

We have an epidemiologist on site who's consulting this incident.

Good. I can't help but worry about the safety of our team.

They've been brought up to date on all the latest safety procedures.

-Yes. -There's nothing more you can do.

I've kept the local police out of the loop.

They think it's just a murder investigation.

Good.

The last thing we want is for this to be leaked to the media

and have some broadcaster create a panic.

CLV is a dramatic beast.

You haemorrhage, blood comes pouring out of your eyes,

out of your pores,

and then very quickly, you die.

What do the press say, "If it bleeds, it leads?"

You all making yourself at home?

Best Wi-Fi on the island.

So long as I keep buying espressos, they don't seem to mind.

[Marco] Okay, show me what you found.

Well, there's no CCTV on the island,

but the tourism office has a webcam pointed at the harbour 24/7,

even with infrared for night viewing.

Here we go.

3:48 a.m., a man with a bag arrives on the dock.

Paces for 22 minutes.

4:06 a.m., Ivan Amanti arrives in the power boat.

[Elsie] He can barely stand on his feet.

Well, either he doesn't have his sea legs or he's already feeling the CLV symptoms.

They talk for a minute.

Amanti tries to grab the bag.

[Marco] Then there's a struggle.

Then Amanti climbs back into the boat for something,

and we can't figure out what's in his hand.

A rod? Or a stick?

Can't sharpen the image any more.

Okay, so 4:08 a.m., Amanti attacks with that stick,

and in the middle of the struggle, he gets wounded himself.

Then our Bag Man runs off. He's almost definitely infected.

[Sebastian] Amanti gets back on the boat.

But what about the weapon? The Bag Man doesn't take it.

There wasn't a rod or anything down on the dock, just blood.

Hold on. There is something else.

[Arabela] Well, I'd say we have a witness.

A witness with a bad leg.

Where's he headed?

Oh, there are some fishing boats moored up in that direction.

Any of those fishermen have a limp?

That looks like a limp.

Sure does.

[speaks in a foreign language] Little English?

We need to ask you a few questions... about last night.

A few questions about last night.

I...I saw nothing.

I sleep below.

Nice boat hook. Looks new.

When did you get that?

Look, please, sir, this is important.

We're trying to save a man's life, and we need your help.

The big man fights the small man with the hook.

Uh, the hook, uh, gets the big man in stomach.

And, uh, the small man takes his bag

and, uh, walks away.

Uh, big man, uh... gets back in the boat.

Goes to sleep.

Why didn't you phone the police?

No, no. I have job.

I don't want get involved. No, no.

And the small man, what kind of car did he drive?

No car.

No, he left on foot.

Okay, we need you to come with us.

What is that?

We need you to see a doctor.

Thanks.

[sighs] Anything new?

I've watched that video 20 times.

My eyes are beginning to cross.

-Doesn't make sense, does it? -What's that?

Amanti wasn't carrying anything.

No drugs, no cash.

Nothing. So he travels all the way from Tunis to Corfu to here

to meet with our Small Man empty-handed?

Small Man is carrying a canvas bag. Maybe he was supposed to give Amanti something.

In exchange for?

If Amanti double-crossed him, that might explain

why Small Man swings a boat hook into his stomach.

A boat hook. What kind of weapon is that?

An improvised one.

Which means our Small Man came to that meeting unarmed.

That sounds like a drug deal to you?

He's not a drug dealer. He's a civilian.

-[man coughing] -[line ringing]

Come on... Pick up.

Pick up.

[Sebastian] Luke. Nice of you to join us.

What've you got?

Three sets of prints were found on the boat hook.

Results just came in now.

No surprises on the first set of prints-- the fisherman.

Second set belongs to Amanti.

Which just leaves our civilian.

Nigel St. Clair. Businessman.

His prints were in the EU Visa system.

British National from Hampstead, London.

So how does Mr. St. Clair find himself on a beach in Croatia at 4:00 a.m.

with a CLV-infected drug mule?

We've got to call every car hire, hotel,

holiday rental and yacht club on this island.

Let's spread the net.

[mobile phone rings]

Sebastian, what have you got?

Hey. Um, Mr. St. Clair rented an SUV and a convertible for his holidays.

-Either one of them have GPS? -Unfortunately not.

But the address on the car rental papers is for a private residence in Rukavac.

Text me the address.

Mrs. St. Clair. Inspectors Constante and Strand.

We're here to speak with your husband, Nigel.

Uh, I-I'm sorry, but he's not here.

Would you like to come in?

-Thank you. -Sure.

[Carine] A man was killed last night.

We matched your husband's fingerprints to a weapon found at the scene.

Oh, that's absurd.

You're not going to ask who was killed?

Well, this has nothing to do with me or my husband. Why should I?

It would make your story more convincing.

You should know that every cop on this island

is looking for your husband right now.

Mrs. St. Clair, we know you're covering for him, but there is no time to waste.

I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about.

So he could be dying right now.

He is not dying yet, but he is infected and contagious.

-He needs medical intervention. -[mobile phone rings]

Sorry.

Hey, tell me.

Yesterday afternoon, St. Clair made a large transfer

from the UK to a bank here on the island.

How large?

Fifty thousand Euros.

I'll call you back.

Where is your child, Evelyn?

They have a boy. I saw the toys in the rental car.

Where is he, Evelyn? Where is your son?

Oh, God, please.

They said they'd kill him if we went to the police.

We can help you, but we need to know exactly what happened.

When did they take him?

Yesterday morning.

We went to the market, the three of us.

Robbie was beside me,

and I just stopped to look at some trinkets or something,

and when we turned around, Robbie was gone.

Uh, we thought he'd just wandered off.

We searched and searched.

Nigel thought he...

he was hiding somewhere, playing a game, but...

Oh, God, how could I have let go of his hand?

How could I have done that?

You did nothing wrong, okay? Nothing, nothing.

What happened next?

His mobile rang. It was the man who took him.

[stammers] I just don't know how they got our-- our number.

Well, a portable scanner. They'd probably been following you for some time.

-[Evelyn] Oh, God... -Do you have the phone now?

It's here.

[dialling]

They told Nigel to, uh, leave his mobile behind

and...and to get a... a disposable.

They gave us a number to call.

I need that number.

I don't have it. Nigel said he'd call me.

This is very important, Evelyn.

What were their exact instructions?

Nigel was to go to the dock at 4:00 a.m. this morning,

carrying a bag with 50,000.

He did exactly as they said.

And they didn't have your son.

The man was supposed to have an address on the island

where they were keeping Robbie.

Nigel had the cash, but the man didn't have the address.

He-- he just tried to take the bag.

Nigel said they-- they fought, and...

-He-- he said he stabbed him. -When did you speak to your husband last?

-When he came back, early this morning. -He came back here?

To clean up and change.

His clothes, did you touch them?

No, he put them in the laundry basket.

I didn't touch anything. I...

I mean, I kissed him, but...

Oh, God, I kissed him goodbye.

Okay. We're gonna take care of everything.

Stay right here.

[sighs] Are you thinking what I am?

The Mozan don't negotiate.

And they don't leave witnesses. He just got lucky.

The fact he killed Amanti may be the only thing keeping their son alive.

If he tries to bargain with them, he could kill them both.

I don't want anything to happen to my boy.

I'm not going to let that happen.

-We are not. -Evelyn... we need your help.

We need your help to find your husband.

They said no police.

I can't help you find Nigel.

I can't.

[dialling]

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

You think you can screw me?

Where the hell have you been? I've been calling you all day!

I was waiting for my man, for the money.

Yeah, I brought the money.

Your man tried to kill me.

You're lying.

I think I should kill your son right now.

No! Please! We had a deal.

-Deal is off. -I still have the money.

You promised me. Where is my son?

I'll give you a location. You bring the money.

Last chance, Daddy.

I need proof that he's alive. Let me talk to him.

I'll call you.

- No! - [line disconnects]

[panting]

[man speaks in a foreign language]

This guy will do whatever we want.

Be ready for tomorrow.

-You like chips? -Yes, please.

Thank you.

Fanta?

-Coffee. -Thanks.

How's Evelyn?

Michel's going to speak with her now.

That was Sebastian.

Any sign of her husband?

Probably went into hiding for the night.

He knows we're looking for him.

I think we have to assume that he does.

Well, we could help him if he'd let us.

I don't think he's going to take that chance,

not if he thinks it risks the life of his son.

You okay?

Me?

I know this tears you up... children, kidnapping.

Yeah, it does.

But I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

- Exhale. - [exhales heavily]

Thank you.

Thanks.

Madame St. Clair? My name is Michel Dorn.

I'm the chief prosecutor for the International Criminal Court in The Hague.

Surely you're not going to charge my husband?

No.

No, we just need to find him

so that we can help him, and help your son.

I just want to get back to the house.

I wanted you to come here so that you could see for yourself

just how grave the danger is.

I see it.

You're concerned about the life of your son?

Well, wouldn't you be?

Yes, of course.

But your only chance of saving your son's life is if we help you.

They told us they would kill my boy if we went to the police.

Regrettably, these people, they do not leave witnesses.

You're just saying that to scare me

so that we will help you to contain this virus.

No, I am telling you the truth.

Your son's only chance of survival is if you let us help you.

And yes, every additional minute that your husband is out there,

the greater the chance for a pandemic.

We need your help.

And you need ours.

I want you to tell him that when he calls.

Will you do it?

He may not call again.

Not if he thinks the police are looking for him.

Don't you sleep?

[Sebastian] I couldn't if I wanted to.

Not after all those espressos, anyway.

Where are Luke and Arabela?

At the police station circulating a photo of Mr. St. Clair.

We can't have local police touching him.

They've said he's a dangerous fugitive.

They're not to approach him, just to call us if they see him.

I've got Mrs. St. Clair's phone relayed here.

If he calls, I'll start an immediate trace.

You still think he will? It's been 24 hours.

It's our best hope of finding him.

He'd better.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[Nigel coughing harshly]

[breathing heavily]

Anything?

Where's Ellie?

She'll be back. What do you need?

Arabela's got some bites on St. Clair's photo.

She wants her help to check them out.

I'll let her know.

Hey. What's your problem with me?

-What? -You heard me.

Ah, just leave it, yeah?

No, no, ever since I met you, you've been in my face.

Yeah, you hacked my phone, remember?

Seriously? That story again? There must be something more.

-It's you. -Me?

Yeah, I've spent my whole life avoiding folk like you.

Folk like me?

Well, you may not have noticed,

but without me, you wouldn't be getting anywhere.

-You're just a mess, Sebastian. -A mess?

Oh, just because I'm not vain,

just because I'm not an OCD metrosexual like you?

[scoffs] I mean your whole life is one big shortcut.

You know, you're a law enforcement officer

who can't be bothered to follow the law.

You're a father who didn't know he was a father

until your son was how old? Seven?

And now that you know that you have a son, he's an afterthought.

Everyone can see that he comes last.

Do you think that he doesn't see that?

Look, I'm sorry, but we need to work together,

and I need to know that I can trust you, not just to get the job done--

because you're brilliant at that, you really are--

but to get it done the right way.

If watched pots don't boil...

-[mobile phone rings] -Sebastian? Got it?

Got it.

Okay.

Nigel?

It's me.

Darling, where are you?

All I can tell you is I'm going to get him back.

-I swear to you. -Anything?

North end of the island. She needs to keep him on the line.

Okay, keep him talking.

Nigel, there's something very important you need to know.

That man you fought with, he was very ill.

He had a disease, an infectious disease.

You're very sick, darling.

It's dangerous, and it's contagious.

Look, the police are here.

They just want to bring you and Robbie back safely.

No, the police are a death sentence for Robbie! They told us so.

You can't go near Robbie, Nigel! Do you understand?

You're sick. It could kill him!

Don't make contact with anyone, do you understand? Don't go near Robbie.

Mr. St. Clair, this is Inspector Marco Constante. Please listen to me.

These men intend to kill your son, and that's why they double-crossed you

yesterday at the dock.

I can bring him back to you and your wife safely.

-Alive. -I don't believe you.

-No, listen to me, ple-- -[line disconnects]

Sebastian, location?

No.

[Nigel] The police are a death sentence for Robbie! They told us so.

I knew it. There is something else in the background.

The police are a death sentence for Robbie! They told us so.

I just need to strip out the voice layer of the phone call.

There are a few other layers of sound beneath.

Depending on the distance away from the mobile's microphone.

Let's drop out all the other layers.

Well, seagulls, beach noises. He's near the water.

Everywhere on this island you're near the water.

Last layer.

Is that a motor?

It's a catamaran.

[mobile phone rings]

Arabela. Tell me.

We found St. Clair's rented convertible.

-You're at the catamaran terminal. -Yes, how did you know that?

We just figured it out.

That's where St. Clair was calling us from. He's going to the mainland.

Taking CLV with him.

[mobile phone rings]

-Daddy? -Robbie!

-Are you all right? -Where are you?

I'm coming to get you, Robbie. Right now.

It's all going to be--

[coughing]

Daddy, are you okay?

[panting] Sorry...

I've...

I've caught a cold, darling.

Imagine...

going on holiday, and... and Daddy getting sick.

But I'll see you soon.

Daddy loves you.

I love you, too.

Never forget.

Daddy loves you.

Okay?

Robbie?

-Robbie? -You have proof of life.

But I--

Shut up and listen.

There.

We're on final approach.

They're checking each passenger one by one,

at least until we can confirm whether St. Clair was on board.

[ship's horn blows]

-There he is. -[Nigel grunts]

Nigel St. Clair! Stop! Stop him!

Hey.

I'm here to help you find your son.

You can't help me. They said it needs to be me.

No, no. There's another way. Trust me.

You have to let me go.

[breathing heavily] It's too late for me.

-I can feel it. -No, we can still save your life.

Without my son, I have no life.

You have to let me go to him.

Please.

Right, let's try this again.

Do you have any kings?

No.

Then you say, "go fish."

[speaks in a foreign language]

What did you say?

That's "go fish" in Croatian.

Do you have any aces?

[speaks in Croatian] Are you crazy, Ludo?

[speaks in Croatian] What?

He's not your friend. Stop it before Kasun hears you.

-[mobile phone rings] -Yeah?

-[clears throat] -Constante?

Yeah, it's Marco.

We're all here. How is he?

Well, he needs to go to a hospital,

but he insists he wants to complete the drop.

To save his son.

If anyone else shows up, they'll kill the boy.

But if we allow him to go, then there is an increased risk of infection.

Especially for you, Constante.

I'll be careful.

I'll need Luke and Arabela to come with me.

Do it.

[coughing]

[vehicle approaching]

-[Nigel continues coughing] -You look like a boiled cat.

Where's my son?

[Kasun] Come with me.

He didn't bring the boy.

[shouts in a foreign language] Disgusting pig!

Drop the gun!

Arabela! Go check what's up the road!

The boy may be close by.

[faint gunfire]

Go.

[speaks in Croatian] No more babysitting.

[Ludo in Croatian] We don't harm the boy.

[both grunting]

Stay down!

[men grunting]

Police! Drop your weapon!

Don't move!

Where's the boy?

Where's the boy?

Where's the boy?

Are you okay?

Someone's been looking for you.

Let's go.

I'm sorry, kid.

[line ringing]

What are you doing?

Somebody wants to talk to you.

Nigel? It's your son.

Daddy?

Daddy, I'm free.

Robbie, I'm sorry, but your dad can't talk right now.

They said he can't talk right now.

Okay.

Let's go.

Mommy!

Robbie!

[breathing heavily]

[sirens]

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, sorry I'm late.

Don't worry.

I've got to run. Bye-bye, Erik!

Hey!

[playful growling]

Good to see you!

Dad, you're squeezing too tight.

Ah, that's just because I missed you so much.

Let's go. So what's new?

How was school? What did you do?

[Erik] Nothing.

Can't have been nothing.

[Erik] We went rollerblading at recess.

[Sebastian] That's cool. How about we go rollerblading on the weekend?

-Okay. That sounds cool. -Yeah?