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[gasping]

[moaning]

Hello!

Oh...

[woman] Hello?

[speaks in a foreign language] What are you doing there?

[softly grunting]

[screaming]

Thank you.

What's going on, Ellie?

Dorn's called an emergency meeting in the conference room.

-You coming, Arabela? -Yes, I'll be right there.

-Hey. -How many is that?

Three, if you're counting.

In sub-zero weather, early this morning,

this as yet unidentified woman staggered off an Austrian mountainside

onto a railroad bridge, falling into the Thaya River.

A passer-by pulled her out of the water, but she is barely alive.

This algorithm is on her back.

-Is that a tattoo? -No, I've seen this before,

a similar combination of numbers and letters

written in permanent marker on the back of a kidnapped girl

we recovered a few years ago in Milan.

She was abducted by a member of the Tiso Gang.

As in Branik Tiso.

-Who? -He's a sex trafficker.

He and his gang may be responsible for the abduction and enslavement

of more than 3,000 girls every year.

Tiso threatens their families to keep the girls under control.

The few times we recovered his victims, they refused to talk.

The ICC has been trying for the past six years

to mount a case against the Tiso organization,

but with minimal headway.

That area's pretty remote. Her abductors could still be in the vicinity.

And if they are, they'll probably want her back, or silenced.

-Keep me in the loop, will you, please? -Mm-hmm.

Our plane leaves in an hour.

[theme music plays]

Can I help you?

Yes. Inspector Marco Constante from the ICC.

We're here to see the patient. Officer...?

Strolz. But she's still asleep.

Then perhaps you could locate her doctor so we could discuss waking her?

Thank you ever so much, Officer Strolz.

-So polite. -Good manners never hurt anyone.

I guess you don't see much of this in a classroom.

Defensive wounds. Bruising around the wrist.

A deep-edge cut.

And, uh, she has black soil under her fingernails.

Whatever hell she was in, she clawed her way out.

She was out at night wearing only this? I don't know how she survived.

There seem to be two sources of blood.

There's, um, there's pooling, and then there's a--

Yeah, you're right. That's high-velocity blood spatter,

most likely from a gunshot wound right next to her at close range.

That puts two other people with her.

Yeah, the... the shooter and another victim.

[nurse] I've been asked to give the patient a stimulant.

[soft grunt]

Oh...

Hey, hey, hey, you're okay, you're okay.

-You're in a hospital. -[gasping loudly]

She may not understand English.

[nurse] Excuse me, please. Miss, it's okay. It will be fine.

-[gasping] -Shh... [indistinct]

You're fine. You're fine.

She can't speak.

[nurse] Shh... It's okay.

And she can't see.

Grazie, Andrea. Tutto bene. Ciao.

The files are being sent to Sebastian right now from Milan.

-What did the doctor say? -CT scan, EEG, completely normal.

There's nothing wrong with her eyes or her vocal cords.

-So why is she blind and mute? -It's conversion disorder,

physical symptoms present as a result of extreme trauma.

It's commonly known as hysterical blindness.

What's the prognosis?

Most regain their faculties, sometimes suddenly,

but it could take days, years. There's no way of telling.

So our victim survived, but she can't communicate.

I guess we're going to have to speak for her.

-What can I do? -Just talk to her, Ellie.

-Me? -Yeah. You can do it.

Just keep us informed on how she is.

Dorn. Wasn't expecting company.

I hope your mind is not this cluttered.

"If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind,

of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?"

-Mr. Einstein. -Also German, of course.

-Famously cluttered. -[chuckles]

What can I do for you?

I just wanted to make sure that the tattoos, those algorithms,

weren't giving you any trouble.

Well, I've compared the number-letter combinations

from our victim and Marco's case in Italy.

The photo on the left is the girl found in Milan.

She was later identified as being from Croatia.

"HR" is the Croatian country code.

She was 16 years old and abducted on the 12th of September,

hence 12-9-HR-16.

Using the same logic, markings on our girl found today,

11-3: 11th of March.

She was abducted four days ago.

Age 17, and the country code SK, Slovakia.

So it's really more of a cypher than an algorithm.

-And the numbers at the end? -I'm still working on those.

But, um, here's our girl.

-Mm-hmm. -Yana Zupanova of Bratislava, Slovakia.

Grew up in youth welfare. Works at a cafe.

She was reported missing three days ago.

Check and see if there are any other missing persons

in Slovakia on that date.

Hm...

Ema Tesarova and Margita Banikova.

Both 19. Flatmates.

They worked at the same cafe as Yana Zupanova.

So we have two more out there.

[tool buzzing]

[cell phone rings]

This is Felix.

No... No, the pick-up will happen. You get ready.

Make everything ready.

Yes, one girl escaped, but we still have two that we can deliver.

Don't worry, okay?

I'll make sure they're at the transfer point in time.

The sexual assault kit came back negative.

Sebastian said she was kidnapped four days ago.

She was with sex traffickers for four days and she wasn't raped?

To the contrary, she's still a virgin.

And in Tiso's trade, a virgin girl is worth her weight in gold.

That's the only reason why they didn't touch her.

I just hope the same is true for the other two girls.

Let's follow up on the blood spatter on the nightgown.

If we can figure out who was shot next to Yana,

it might lead us to the gunman.

[cell door clanks]

Enjoy.

Hello, Yana.

It's nice to meet you.

My name's Ellie Delfont-Bogard.

You can call me Ellie.

I'm here to help, Yana.

There's nothing here you should be frightened of.

We're going to get through this.

[cell phone rings]

Sebastian?

I've been looking into known associates of the Tiso Gang.

I, uh, cross-referenced the names in Dorn's Tiso file

against the Strafregisteramt's sex offender database and got a hit.

-Near Retz? -Accessory to kidnapping a minor.

His name's Christoph Ebner,

and he's 25 kilometres south of Retz,

in Hollabrunn, to be exact.

Christoph Ebner? We're from the ICC.

We'd like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

Branik Tiso been in touch with you lately?

Offering you a way to make a little extra cash,

traffic a few girls?

I stopped all that years ago.

Nice pony. You afford all this on a caretaker's salary?

I rebuilt it from nothing.

For next to nothing.

It's taken me years. Anything else?

Can I look around?

Been closed for months.

There's nothing to see.

Okay. We'll be in touch.

-Pony? -Mustang. He's lying.

Maybe not about Tiso, but about something.

Those parts were all factory new.

That custom steering wheel alone would go for two grand.

Well, where there's a little lie, there's a big lie.

I'll keep an eye on him.

I didn't know you were such a motorhead, boss.

There's a lot you don't know about me, Inspector.

[thunder rumbles]

Jesus, what a drop.

It's going to be difficult to find those other girls in terrain like this.

I assume she followed the tracks.

Witness said she came from this direction.

-Look here! -What is it?

Blood.

I found this on your Facebook page.

You and your friends, Margita and Ema.

I've been learning about you.

Growing up in a home must have been really difficult.

But you know, sometimes difficult things make us stronger.

The best detectives in Europe are out there, Yana, finding your friends.

You didn't give up, and neither will they.

Hello, Yana. Nice to have you back.

Yana?

Yana, hello?

Walking this far in zero degrees?

She would have been hypothermic in no time at all.

[Arabela] She's wandering in the dark, she's disorientated.

[Luke] Maybe she had already lost her vision as well.

[Luke] Some deep tyre tracks here.

Luke. Someone's jumped from that window.

[Luke] I'll check round the back.

[grunts]

-Clear. -Clear.

I found these by the front door, addressed to Noah and Agata Lang.

Dating about six weeks ago. It's mostly junk mail.

Looks like a holiday home.

This must be where she escaped.

Yeah, but what was she escaping from?

What's that?

Looks like blood. Smells like bleach.

Well, bleach will have compromised the DNA,

make it difficult to identify the victim,

unless... we can find a pure sample here somewhere.

You should see what this thing picks up in the hotels the Met puts us up in.

Word to the wise: never use a hotel duvet.

Wow. Thanks for that.

Blood. And lots of it.

[Arabela] I think we can safely assume this is our primary crime scene.

Looks like the housekeeper wasn't so thorough after all.

That's high-velocity blood splatter, just like on the nightdress.

[footsteps]

-[sighs, speaks in German] -Jesus. What are you doing here?

An alarm came through at the station that there was a break-in.

-Wait, there's an alarm? -Silent alarm. Notifies the station.

-And did this alarm go off last night? -No.

This is where our victim was brought.

We need you to call the owners and find out who else had the security code.

Whoever was here knew how to reset the alarm when they left.

And let's see if we can get any usable fingerprints from the keypad.

Yes, ma'am.

According to foot and tyre tracks, the shooter may have headed northwest,

possibly with a body in his vehicle.

We need to widen the search for the missing girls,

and there could be another dead body.

There are a thousand hectares of forest in that direction.

Well, then, we're going to need a bigger search party.

I know you can hear me, Yana. We all know how strong you are.

Yana, I need you to be strong for Margita and Ema.

I'm going to tap your hand, okay? If you can understand me, tap back.

Okay.

Maybe we should stop.

I bet you're probably sick of the sound of my voice.

I know I am.

Sebastian. Tell us something good.

The blood on the nightdress has two contributors.

One is our Yana Zupanova, the other an unknown male.

Then it wasn't one of the other girls who was hurt.

The male blood has a distinctive marker

for an aggressive bone cancer called leiomyosarcoma.

I found a match at a hospital in Marbella, Spain.

Is there an ID?

Due to patient confidentiality, there is no name, just an identification number.

I, uh... could hack in.

No. Thank you, Sebastian. Let's keep it clean. I'm on it.

Arabela? I need you in the air.

[speaking in a foreign language]

[whispers] Ema!

[whispering in foreign language]

The hospital confirmed the blood found in the cottage

belonged to Alonso Caro.

He's been given less than a month to live.

He's a philanthropist and a social activist,

last seen two days ago at a fundraiser in Vienna.

That's only a few hours from here.

Caro didn't have a next of kin, but he had a long-term personal assistant.

I'm on my way to see her now.

Good work. Thank you, Arabela.

[dogs barking]

[man] What have you found?

Huh? What have you found?

[dogs barking]

Do you read Polish, Berger?

I, uh, just wanted to make sure you heard about the body they found in the woods.

-Alonso Caro. -I did.

I met him... just once.

Alonso Caro was a one-man army

in the fight against human trafficking.

A great loss.

Something else?

Yes, actually, there is something else.

I was part of this unit for two years. You asked me back.

So why does it feel like I'm on probation again?

It's a new team, new players.

-New rules. -I play by the rules.

Mm, continue on that course.

Oh, uh, by the way, in the code,

the last letter "J" stands for "Jungfrau."

German for "virgin."

Oh... Virgin.

We have to catch that son of a bitch.

[woman] I worked alongside him for almost a decade.

Every day.

When was the last time you spoke to Mr. Caro?

He rang me two nights ago.

He had an enthusiasm in his voice I hadn't heard since his diagnosis.

I assume you knew what he was doing in Retz?

He told me less than he usually does.

He said he was meeting someone at a corporate retreat. That's it.

Did he mention if he had anything to do with a man called Branik Tiso?

I don't know.

I think I would recall if he had mentioned that name.

[Carine] Hey, Sebastian. Did you find anything on our victim?

Caro made a bank transfer yesterday in Retz.

100,000 Euro to an account in the Caymans.

Are you able to identify the owner of the account?

Not legally. Cayman privacy laws are extremely strict.

Caro's a billionaire. Busy guy.

Doesn't he have people to run his banking errands for him?

Clearly it was a transaction he wanted kept secret.

-[phone rings] -Thank you.

Arabela. Any news from Spain?

[Arabela] Alonso Caro's assistant knew he was in Retz.

She didn't know who he was meeting there,

but given his crusade against sex trafficking,

it would be too coincidental for it not to be about Tiso.

[Carine] Right. Anything else?

She gave me the address of where he was staying.

Text me the address.

Call Luke. Tell him to meet us there.

[indistinct chatter, laughter]

Carine Strand with the ICC. We're here about a member of yours, Alonso Caro.

Ah, yes, good afternoon.

We all welcome you at the Waldschlöesschen Club.

-What club? -Waldschlöesschen.

Oh, it means "a little castle in the forest." [laughs]

Of course, to us, it means so much more.

-Mr. Caro was staying here? -"Corporate retreat?"

We're obviously in the wrong job.

Mr. Caro's assistant said that he was staying here, yes?

And his body was found six kilometres from here.

Oh, that's shocking news, really.

We'll need to speak with anyone here that he may have, uh... interacted with.

Mr. Caro is a new member, but we never had the pleasure of meeting him.

He didn't check in last night. Please do follow us.

We're going to need to check your CCTV.

Oh, there is none. All security cameras are deactivated

for the duration of the retreat.

To protect the reputations of our members.

So we cannot confirm that he wasn't here last night?

You have my word.

In addition, I assure you this business is a lawful operation.

It exists only for pleasure and recreation.

Everyone here in our club is here by their own free will.

We abide by Austrian law.

And we conduct background checks on staff and members alike.

We'd like to see those records.

Unfortunately, I cannot oblige without a warrant.

Legalities.

While you worry about legalities, there are two missing girls out there

whose lives are in danger right now.

Yes, I'm very sorry about that, but our hands are tied.

Yana?

I'm here.

Clever girl.

[tool whirring]

[hammering]

[whispering] Ema. Ema!

Yana, were there two or more men in the cottage with you?

One for yes, two for no.

Yana, two or more men?

Do you remember?

One for yes, two for no.

Okay. Do you know a man named Alonso Caro?

Does the name Alonso Caro mean anything to you, Yana?

Do you remember the names of the men you were with?

Yana, you're doing really well, okay?

Now, Margita and Ema, are they being kept near the cottage?

-Officer, can I speak with you? -Of course.

I'm still waiting to hear back from the owners of the cottage.

What do you know of the activity up at the Waldschlöesschen Club?

You mean the bunga-bunga parties? I've only heard rumours.

Have you heard of any complaints or reports against the club?

No, and I can't imagine the guests have any complaints either. [laughs]

-[gasping] -Yana, are you okay?

Oh, my God. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[gasping]

[door closes]

[shouting in foreign language]

-Shut up! Shut the fuck up! -[screaming]

Shut the fuck up!

Damn it! Get up. Come here!

Okay, let's go, it's time. Let's go! Go!

You need to get these people out of here. Come on, people, party's over!

Let's get dressed. We have a warrant to search this place from top to bottom.

If this place is a front, it's the most legit front I've ever seen.

Fifty thousand Euro per year.

That's what a membership to this club will cost you.

That's outrageous.

Were you thinking of filling out an application?

Come on. I don't need to pay for it.

Here he is. Alonso Caro.

Good-looking. Loaded. Pillar of society.

Look, he only joined the club last month.

He was dying. He wanted to sow some wild oats, I get it.

What I can't seem to reconcile is how he ended up in that cottage with Yana.

It's...

-Hold on a minute. -What's that?

That's Raphael Strolz.

He was moonlighting as private security at the club.

He said he'd never been there.

He lied to me.

Let's have a chat with Officer Strolz.

-Okay. -Okay.

Yeah. [grunts]

[Arabela] Looks like a cell.

[Luke] Big enough to hold two girls.

[Carine] Strolz!

Freeze!

Stop!

[thunder rumbles]

[rattling]

-[grunts] -Sorry. Should I have knocked?

[grunting]

Just tell us where are the other girls.

I don't know. I swear it.

It was just for a couple of days, then they went over the border.

-It was just a one-time thing. -Just one-time thing?

That backyard prison of yours looks pretty broken-in to me.

When we run the DNA tests, what are we going to find, Strolz?

How many girls were locked up there?

Wow. That many?

I needed the money.

When I wanted out, they wouldn't let me.

If you want me to talk, I need you to promise me protection.

Protection from who exactly? Huh?

Branik Tiso.

He's watching me. He'll kill me with his bare hands.

Branik Tiso is a big fish.

What would he want with a little nobody like you?

That's why he's so dangerous. He never leaves anything to chance.

-So what, you've seen him? -Yes, I have.

Okay, we can give you the protection,

but you have to give me a description, okay?

I see him everywhere.

His real name is Felix.

We know you work for the club.

Is that-- is that the transfer point?

They move the girls in horse carriers through the mansion's stables.

Some club members, like Caro,

they want something extra-pure,

at a premium.

Yana, I have good news.

The detectives have arrested one of the men that hurt you,

and he says your friends are still alive.

They're being transferred tonight, and we're going to be there to save them.

It's over.

[thunder rumbles]

[car approaching]

-He's late. -He'll be here.

[cell door clanking]

Listen, Rafe, I'm... I'm sorry to have to do this.

I don't believe them.

I'll be right down the hall if you need anything.

[man] Keep your eyes open.

-[moaning] -You wait here.

-[gasping, wailing] -Come on! Come on!

[woman crying]

Go! Go! Go! Come on, girls! Come on!

-You're late! Hurry up! -[crying]

-Bring them here. -Come on. Take her.

-[crying] -[speaks in a foreign language]

-[thunder crashes] -[women wailing]

[women screaming]

Step away from the girls!

-[helicopter approaching] -Bollock! Shut up!

[woman screaming]

[moaning]

Back off! Back off! I'll fucking shoot her!

Drop the gun.

[helicopter blades thwacking]

It's over, Felix. Just put the gun down, okay?

Back off!

Don't move!

-It's over. -No!

[horse snorts, whinnies]

[pig squealing]

Manz?

-[pig squeals] -I know you're in here.

[man grunting]

You're under arrest, asshole.

Stay where you are, or I'll fucking kill her!

Ready, Marco. I'm lined up. Just say the word.

He's a good shot.

-Hey, stop! -[screams]

I got her.

Rafe.

Eat something.

Help me, Laurence. Help me.

I'm sick.

Okay, Manz, party's over. Let's talk.

How did Caro end up in that cottage with Yana?

Caro declared war on Tiso. That never ends well.

For what it's worth, I didn't arrange any of it.

Arrange what? Caro's assassination?

Now, look... the club's drivers make the deals.

Caro was offered a virgin. He thought he could buy her freedom,

idealistic fool that he was.

Tiso set him up. Had I known, I would have stopped it.

So tell us everything you can about Tiso's organisation,

-and maybe the ICC will go easy on you. -All right, I do that,

and Tiso will make sure I never live to see The Hague.

He's cuffed to a hospital bed. He's not going anywhere.

What, who, Felix? That moronic henchman?

Why do I care that Felix got shot when Branik Tiso is still out there?

Luke! I can't raise anyone at the police station. It's Strolz.

Strolz is Branik Tiso.

[grunting, gasping]

[man grunting]

-Let him go, Tiso! -Off him! Step back!

Move up against the wall! Hands to the wall.

-We know who you are. -[gasping, coughing]

-Is he okay? -Yeah.

[man coughing]

-[knock on door] -Yes?

Athena! You're not wearing your aegis.

You should have the head of Branik Tiso hanging from it.

Him in custody? I could not have asked for more.

He was right in front of me, Dorn. I almost let him go.

But it was your work

that created the condition that allowed for success.

I'm thrilled, and so should you be.

Go walk on air for a while.

Be triumphant.

Here she is.

[gasping]

[chattering indistinctly]