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[panting]

-[siren wailing in distance] -[grunting]

[grunts]

[beeping]

In five, four, three,

two...

-Get down! -Get down on the ground!

-Down on the ground, now! -On your knees!

-Down! Now! -Okay, okay!

Hands on your head! Do it!

-Where is it? -I don't know what you're talking about.

Bullshit. Search him.

[Arabela] Negative. He doesn't have it.

Find out if he ever did.

-What the hell is that? -Shut up!

[electronic crackling]

It reads 5.3 micro electronvolts.

Guess what, dickhead, you're radioactive.

-We know you had the polonium. -Now, where is it?

[theme music plays]

-Bernard. -Mon compagnon. [laughs]

-How long has it been? -First of July, 1994.

-I still send him postcards. -[both laugh]

To decorate the inside of his jail cell over Christmas.

1994. You're talking about Vladko Vladic, the Bosnian war criminal?

He was trying to get his hands on a thermo-nuclear device.

Until Bernard stopped him.

-And then Dorn nailed his ass to the wall. -[laughs]

Christoph Bernard, Carine Strand.

[Carine] Your reputation precedes you.

It was Carine's cross-border unit that caught that smuggler in Brussels.

Bernard will lead our search for the missing polonium.

M. Bernard, it's an honour.

Well, let's get to work, shall we?

Bridgewater nuclear plant in southwest England.

[Bernard] I've been to Bridgewater. It rained.

They run their security check every two hours.

At three minutes past 6:00 this morning, the system alerted staff

that polonium-210 had gone missing from the laboratory.

One of the most toxic substances on the planet.

Billion times more potent than cyanide.

They've run through all their protocols,

and they do believe that it has been stolen.

Bridgewater notified Scotland Yard, MI5, MI6,

and when that all came up blank, four hours later they called us.

They're worried it might leave the country.

-With good reason, as it turns out. -How did you locate him?

We checked for all known smugglers leaving the UK on trains, planes,

headed for the United States, the Middle East, Europe,

and the search threw up Enrico Fazio.

He's a high-level smuggler. He normally smuggles weapons.

CCTV caught him boarding a Eurostar

from London St Pancras shortly after 5:00 a.m.

He was carrying a small package. It fits the time of the robbery.

And when you apprehended him in Brussels,

his radiation levels were through the roof, but he was emptyhanded.

We think he passed it on shortly before we found him.

[Bernard] Spectrometer picks up nothing in the surrounding area.

Energy signature is masked.

Whoever this is definitely knows what he's doing.

But we understand the damage this could do.

It's my understanding polonium needs to be ingested, inhaled, or swallowed.

Correct. But even a grain of it

would destroy your major organs, DNA, immune system.

It's a slow, terrifying way to go.

Regrettably, Bridgewater's presumption

is that a good deal more than that has gone missing.

-How much? -Three grams.

In the wrong hands, that is enough to wipe out half a major city.

-Where's your suspect? -Just out of decontamination.

So you picked up the polonium in England,

used whichever border guard's on your payroll to blag security.

Nuclear shit? Me?

You were in Brussels for 14 minutes before we picked you up.

What happened to the case you had?

Must've dropped it while you lot were chasing me.

-Why run, if you had nothing? -I need the exercise.

We could get some together, eh?

Look, a hell of a lot of people are going to die

-just 'cause you want to cover your arse. -Fuck you.

Not my problem. Just let me go.

[coughing]

-You feeling all right? -You don't look too well.

Apart from the police harassment, I'm all good.

I had nothing on me, so you got nothing on me.

Nothing but abnormally high radiation levels.

It never ceases to astound me that son of a bitch would willingly sacrifice lives,

thousands of them, just to keep himself out of jail.

We're wasting time. Release him.

-He has information that we need. -And you have zero proof.

Let's let him stew for a bit. We'll try again later.

And next time say, "Pretty please with cherries on top?"

At 8:34, Fazio arrives at Bruxelles-Midi,

presumably with the polonium.

After a 28-minute journey by helicopter,

you apprehend him in Brussels at 8:48.

That is 14 minutes after his arrival.

My team responded appropriately, given the circumstances.

[sighs] Obviously you were going as fast as you could.

Shame, though, 14 minutes faster,

and this whole thing would be over. [laughs]

CCTV has him leaving the platform with the case.

So Fazio disposed of it in or around the train station

in that 14-minute window.

We retraced his path from the train station to where we picked him up.

-Nothing dropped or stashed. -We're working with the supposition

that he passed it on to someone.

Ellie and Sebastian have been going through the station's CCTVs.

-Hm... How many cameras? -Six down, seven to go, sir.

Stop!

Stop, here.

Wasn't Fazio wearing a brown leather jacket?

There. Passing the bag to that woman.

How long to ID her?

If we run facial recognition across all footage?

-Seven, eight minutes, maybe. -[Bernard] Come on, people.

I'm an old man with failing eyes.

Our precious duet, can we dispatch them to the chopper,

to get a head start this time?

Of course.

-[knock on door] -Yes?

-I'm fine. -He's direct.

-And he will presume control. -If he deems it necessary.

Should I have had the chopper up in the air, waiting?

No. How could you ever know the polonium would surface in Europe?

Doesn't help that we needed Bernard to spot Fazio.

He's renowned for a good reason. This is still your team.

If he can help us find the polonium, it's all I care about.

[door opens, shuts]

Come on, faster, or I'll trade you in.

-Got her. -Where's that bus going?

[Ellie] Brussels to Liege. Departed one hour, 32 minutes ago.

What stops does it make?

It's a direct shuttle, but it has two more rest stops, Helecine and Waremme.

-We won't make Helecine in time. -Waremme it is.

I'll notify quarantine. Carole, you liaise with local police.

No uniforms, of course.

Of course. And it's Carine. It's one of those names.

Oh, no. Children.

Seconds away.

[Arabela] Position check.

In position.

-Where's the hazmat team? -[man] En route.

[children chattering]

[Arabela] We've got visual. She's coming off the bus.

Great. She's seen us.

Move! Move!

-Hey! -[car starts]

-Hey, hey, hey! -[tyres squealing]

[shouts]

Stop the car! Stop the car!

Ah! Stop!

[car alarm blaring]

Hey! Hey! Get down!

Stop! Don't move! Down on the ground!

-Down! Get down on the ground! -Down! Down! Get down!

Stay where you are, hands on the ground!

Nobody touch her! Down!

-Suspect secured. -Where are the hazmats?

[speaks in French]

They're 40 minutes away.

[Ellie] Luke, quarantine is 40 minutes away.

-What? Still? -Twenty with a police escort.

-On it. -We can't wait. Tell her to open it.

-Unprotected from the radiation? No. -We know the container is sealed.

-We know that it was. -If the polonium is not in that bag,

the man who has it is getting further away.

Thousands at risk. Simple equation.

-[Arabela] Bag secured. -Arabela!

Arabela, open the door.

It's my turn, or you'll never shut up about it.

-Get out the car. -Arabela?

-Get out of the car! -Arabela!

All right, this is what you signed up for. Open the bag.

Arabela, you don't have to do it. Get out of the car, Arabela!

Arabela, open the door.

-Open the bag! -Arabela.

[Bernard] This is a direct order.

-Arabela, don't do it! -Don't! Just open the door!

-Fridge magnets. -What?

Confirming the bag is a decoy.

Over.

Your team must have missed something.

Do I need to go through all the CCTV myself?

Another dead end.

-She's trained to know nothing. -And hazmats say she's clean.

No radiation exposure?

Whoever Fazio gave the polonium to, it wasn't her.

So that was just a decoy to distract us from the real bag.

Looks like an old smuggler's manoeuvre to throw interested parties off the scent.

And while every passing second nears nuclear catastrophe,

the ICC's elite investigators

are drinking their lattes with chocolate sprinkles.

We do not need a reminder of the time constraint, M. Bernard.

So what are we waiting for?

We all know Fazio gave the 210 to someone.

I've watched every last frame of the CCTV.

There was no sign of Fazio interacting with anyone.

So, girls, boys,

a round of applause to Fazio the magician.

He made the 210... disappear.

I don't have to listen to this shit.

We'll keep looking. It's okay.

-[Arabela] Hello? -Arabela, can you do something for me?

Sure.

I need you to check out Brussels Souvenirs.

So let me get this right. You can risk your life, but I can't.

I'm just saying I prefer some kind of a discussion first.

Like when you jumped in front of a moving vehicle without warning me first?

Double standards.

Well, sue me for having my partner's back.

[man] Hello.

Inspector Arabela Seeger with the ICC. Do you recognise this woman?

-This bag, you sold any recently? -Yes, just this morning.

And what about this man?

Yes, to him. He left without taking his change.

-Did you see him interact with anybody? -No.

-Can you tell us what time he was here? -Sure. Just a second. Here...

11:40.

That is not good.

Fazio bought four of the same bags and every fridge magnet they had.

Slapped down 200 Euro and walked.

[Luke] He hands the four identical bags to couriers.

Only one of them containing the polonium.

It's a precision operation designed to drain our resources.

Signor Fazio, you certainly accomplished a lot

in that 14 minutes we allowed you.

So we need to establish which of the bags has the polonium,

so that we can eliminate the other three.

Locating any of the bags at this stage would be something of an accomplishment.

Excellent work. Keep me informed.

-You still there? -[Arabela] Yeah, still here.

Good. I want to try something.

We're just outside the shop. What do you need?

We know Fazio was there, right?

I want to retrace the route he would've taken from the station.

-En route. What are we looking for? -Keep going.

There should be a pedestrian walkway.

-To our right. -Keep going.

-Yes. -What is it?

I lost you on the CCTV.

And that's a good thing, tech support?

-It is if you see a camera anywhere. -Private security footage.

-[Luke] Got one. -Use your famous English charm,

and maybe they'll let you take a look.

There he is.

And we didn't have this hours ago because...?

Until Carine identified the souvenir shop, we didn't have Fazio's route.

-Look. -Wait, freeze.

One of those men has the hot bag.

-Now we just have to ID and find them. -Already on it.

[Bernard] Very good.

Sebastian is running facial recognition on the couriers at the cafe.

Two of them are in the criminal database as known associates of Fazio.

-Well, they will be difficult to track. -Marco, Luke, and Arabela

are out there trying to find him now.

Every police bureau across Europe has been fully briefed.

-And the third man? -His face wasn't fully to camera.

We got a... a partial profile. He's distinctive. Sebastian's hopeful.

-Well, you are making progress. -Not fast enough.

-What's wrong? -Not here.

-What do you have? -That hazmat team that was a no-show?

-Yeah. -I called them, like you asked.

Good, do they give a reason for the screw-up?

Well, here's the thing. It wasn't them who screwed up.

They were told to go to the service station in Helecine,

not Waremme. By Bernard.

-You're certain? -He directed them to the wrong place.

And he was there when we said Waremme. It was very clear.

-You've got to pull him up on this. -What good would it do? He made a mistake.

That could've cost the lives of Arabela, Luke, and everyone else for miles around!

-I know that! -It's kind of hard to forgive,

-given the perfection he demands. -Stop!

Okay.

If we hit back, it could start a war.

That would jeopardize the investigation.

So that's it? We just let it go?

Anything on the third courier?

Enhanced and mirrored the image to recreate the other side of his face.

-Nice, any hits? -Cross-ref'd against the database,

but came up blank. Looks like he's got no criminal record.

Carine? This man.

William Mason, plant coordinator.

[Ellie] Scotland Yard cleared all suspects at the Bridgewater Plant

with the opportunity and know-how to extract polonium-210.

-He has no technical skills. -Hence they ruled him out.

-What makes him interesting? -Well, he travelled to Belgium twice

in the past month.

That is interesting. Get this information to Marco.

Nice work, Ellie.

[man] Head still, back, and swing through.

Not bad, darling, not bad. Okay, Jack?

-[Marco] William Mason? -Bill, normally.

Inspector Marco Constante, ICC.

So you're aware of what happened at the nuclear plant this morning?

Phone's been ringing off the hook. No one can believe it.

The entry logs state you were at the plant,

and with the access to the laboratory at the time the polonium was stolen.

You can't seriously think...?

[sighs]

Yes, I was there, but what use would I have for polonium-210?

-In any case, I don't have the training. -Well, you've worked there a long time.

Irradiating bismuth with high-energy neutrons

isn't a knack you pick up along the way.

You travelled to Belgium twice in the past month,

and we know the stolen goods were smuggled into Belgium this morning.

-Is that just a coincidence? -Yes, it is.

I go to Belgium periodically to visit a friend.

-What friend? -John Korsten.

He worked at the plant until he took redundancy.

And you've been to visit him twice in the last four weeks.

Johnny's in ill health, and we don't know how long he has left,

and as he has no family...

Look, I can assure you I have nothing to do with any nuclear terrorism.

You should go back to your kids.

Good luck finding who's behind this.

Find out everything you can about a John Korsten.

A former employee at Bridgewater alongside Mason,

now a resident of Belgium.

[Sebastian] Give me a minute.

That's him.

The third man.

M. Bernard?

Korsten the courier we couldn't ID.

-What was Korsten's job? -Technical engineer.

Okay, would he be capable of extracting the polonium?

Yes, of course.

That is, if we ignore the fact that he hasn't worked at the plant for years.

Mason's taken two trips to Belgium a month for the past year and a half.

He definitely had the opportunity.

What if Korsten was teaching him how to extract the polonium?

That's why Mason's been going to Belgium, for lessons.

Mason steals the polonium. He gives it to Fazio.

Fazio smuggles it across to Korsten. Sebastian, get Luke and Arabela.

They need to abort the search for the other couriers.

-Sir... -[Bernard] The police have just advised me

that they had spotted one of the other couriers at the German border.

-I won't close the door on that. -No, sir. All of our resources

have to be devoted to Korsten. He's got hours on us.

I've heard nothing conclusive.

What about Mason and Korsten's motive?

I'll find out.

Well, when that time comes, we'll know whether to drop our other two suspects.

With all due respect, sir, there are no other suspects.

-Korsten has the polonium. -You don't know that.

Yes, sir, I do.

There are two couriers with no connection to the plant,

and one whose best friend was in the laboratory this morning.

Chasing around after two more decoy bags is exactly what they want us to do.

-I'll take your input under advisement. -M. Bernard, that is not good enough.

We need to concentrate on Korsten!

If you cannot follow orders, I will have you dismissed!

Include Korsten in the manhunt as you wish,

but my orders as of now are to keep tracking all three couriers.

This is madness. I don't care how brilliant Bernard's supposed to be,

but he's just mad that we figured it out despite him.

He just said it himself, thousands of lives at stake.

We can't afford to risk splitting our manpower

just to satisfy an old man's ego.

You're the best friend a guy can have.

What does he want, Daddy?

Thirty-six trips to Brussels in the last 18 months, Mr Mason.

Get in the car, all of you.

-I know you took the polonium. -That's ludicrous.

Your friend Korsten had the expertise to extract the polonium, he taught you how.

Believe me, Johnny's been in no condition to teach me anything.

No one suspected the, uh, unequipped plant coordinator.

You were able to steal the polonium and give it to Fazio

before anyone noticed it was gone.

Can we not do this in front of my children?

Fazio. Godawful man.

Johnny insisted on using him because of his connections at customs.

Okay, the only piece of this I can't put together is why.

It's not what you think. Nothing bad is going to happen.

Back when Johnny worked at the plant, the equipment fell into disrepair.

Cracks in pressurised heater sleeves, corrosion of reactors.

-Weren't there inspections? -It got swept under the carpet.

They kept saying repairs are coming, upgrades.

Then faulty equipment caused a fire.

They were stuck in the reactor for hours,

-exposed to radioactive isotopes. -Who's "they"?

Five people on Johnny's team.

He's the only one still alive.

And they all died as a result of the radiation exposure?

All five killed by cancer before they reached 50.

Quite a coincidence.

The plant's owners denied culpability, blamed it on human error.

Johnny tried everything.

-A newspaper even had the whole story. -And?

They refused to publish at the last minute.

What does Korsten intend to do with the polonium?

To show people how unsafe the plant is.

He thought if people could see how easy it was

to steal something as deadly as pol-210,

they'd demand accountability for what happened.

But if going public was his intention, he would have done it by now.

I think Korsten lied to you.

So what you are saying is that you will have to disobey Bernard's orders.

-To save lives. -You cannot trust him to bring this home.

His achievements are worthy of great esteem.

-What he is doing here is not. -His natural instincts remain sound.

He picked that man out of the crowd when none of us could,

but there is an inability to follow lateral trains of thought.

He lashes out at people. Failing memory.

Yes. Yes, I... I saw some of that.

Sad.

Getting old is not funny.

I don't take this lightly.

Well, I don't for a moment presume that you do.

-You are certain, yes? -Right now, on his orders,

Luke and Arabela are out there chasing down suspects

that we know don't have the polonium.

-Well, I will speak with him. -I'd rather that you didn't.

I wanted you to know.

-You're his friend. -He is my responsibility.

-I will handle it. -All right.

Thank you.

What is important, what matters,

is that we save lives.

Carine?

You remember what I said. This is your team.

[beeping]

This is it.

Very good, you two!

-We got him. -How long was I gone?

One hundred threatening emails

from Korsten to De Hele Wereld,

this Brussels-based newspaper.

That must be the newspaper that had the story and then killed it.

Korsten's anger at them, his fury, we got him.

Notify the newspaper and start evacuation procedures.

Notify the Feds and mobilise your team to secure the newspaper.

Shouldn't we consider other possible targets

before committing all of our resources--

Two years of threatening emails not enough for you?

If he is this angry at the newspaper, imagine how he must feel

about the people who caused the death of his friends.

-Such as? -The owners of the plant,

the people who did the safety checks, the inspectors who overlooked--

Nuclear catastrophe is imminent!

And unless you have something more to offer than speculation,

mobilise your team and secure the goddamn newspaper!

Yes, sir.

Do as he says, but get Marco back here.

Alert the local police, and divert Luke and Arabela to Korsten's home.

And find me something else.

Mr. Korsten?

Mr. Korsten, it's the police. We need to talk to you.

-Clear. -Clear.

-Not exactly a hoarder, is he? -No.

Hey.

[sirens wailing]

[Arabela] Schematics...

Diagnostics, some kind of building.

-[Luke] IVE. -[Arabela] IVE?

IVE. A corporation in the Brussels business district.

I'll get you the coordinates now.

What else do we know?

Turns out the Bridgewater plant was sold three years ago.

Yep, they owned four plants before getting out of nuclear power with a giant profit.

Are there any personnel remaining from that time?

You could say that. IVE's CEO earned his stripes

as Section Chief of their nuclear arm.

So he controlled the Bridgewater nuclear plant while Korsten worked there?

Yeah, affirmative.

Okay, Brussels business district! Let's go! Punch it!

-What have you got? -It's a map.

[Luke] Yeah, but a map of what?

These, they don't look like streets.

No. This is underground.

[Sebastian] Schematics of the tunnel system underneath the city.

They run right underneath the IVE headquarters.

Is that Korsten's way into the building?

Uh, M. Bernard!

M. Bernard, the police want to know what are the most likely ways

-for Korsten to deploy the polonium. -I've told them this!

It has to be ingested.

For a building the size of a newspaper, air conditioning or the water supply.

Thank you, sir.

-He's going for their water supply. -Shit.

[Sebastian] He's going for the water supply.

You're about to hit traffic.

You're better off on foot.

Better get moving.

The building is two blocks south of your position.

[speaks in French]

How far are they from the newspaper?

Carine's going straight through to voicemail, sir.

Same with Marco. It must be the signal.

Where are they?

Sebastian, talk to me.

Take the parking ramp down to sublevel three.

There.

You do know it's a crime to withhold information during an investigation.

-Didn't think you wanted to hear it, sir. -If you're wrong and people die,

the world will know it's your fault.

Get them again.

-They're underground. -Well, try again!

I'm sorry, there's no signal, they're underground!

Stuff you can do on this thing, and you can't get a phone call through?

-Access to the water supply? -Up here, to the right.

Go.

[Sebastian] Come on! Connect!

-Yes! -[line dials, rings]

I wouldn't come any closer.

Okay, get your hands up in the air where we can see them.

I suggest you leave now if you want to live.

You've got visual?

Take the shot!

Johnny... it's okay. We just want to talk to you.

Seems I have their attention.

Yes. Yes, you do.

[Korsten] There was a time when I wanted to talk.

Now I've settled on a more direct approach.

What are you waiting for, Inspector? Shoot!

The polonium is too close to the water supply.

I know what happened to you and your friends.

What the fuck do you-- Fuck.

We know everything. I spoke to Bill.

What do you know?

You know about Isla Sharp, mother of three boys?

Dead at 48.

How about Nick Osborne?

Worked here three months. Dead at 52.

-Terrible things-- -You know about this?

Elisabeth Frei.

Paul Sampson. Aziz Kahn...

-You getting this? -Yeah.

[Korsten] All dead. All murdered.

We'll help bring those responsible to justice.

It's too late. It's too fucking late!

They killed my team, they killed the story,

and they made one mistake.

They didn't kill me fast enough.

You won't get another chance.

Take the goddamn shot!

I'm ordering you to take the shot now!

I'm not taking the shot, because he's not going through with it.

[beeping]

[Bernard] What happened?

What the hell happened?

You want to make your point. I get that.

You want justice.

It's not going to happen here.

I'll go to my death clinging to the happy thought of their suffering.

[Marco] Three hundred and 28 people in this building.

How many of them are responsible for what happened to you?

[Carine] You'll be killing hundreds of innocent people...

secretaries, accountants, the cleaning staff.

The good people, just like your friends.

They don't deserve this, just like you didn't.

You will be heard.

Not like this.

It's over.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey.

Thank you.

[both laugh]

Good to see that someone's judgement remains sound.

You made the right choice.

-Hell of a last job. -Last?

I don't want to, uh, outstay my welcome.

And in my report,

I will make it clear I lost control.

Thank you for your service, M. Bernard.

-Good night. -I'll see you tomorrow.

Mm-hmm.

Your lights will never dim.

They may have to drag you out of here, Dorn.

But I'm celebrating my retirement.

-Celebrating? Oh, no! -[both laugh]

Now, that means that I will have to buy.

Oh, God...

[upbeat music plays]

Erik's pretending to be asleep while secretly watching movies on his phone.

Oh, chip off the old block.

-You're staring. -Huh?

[laughs] Nothing.

Listen, um, I respect what you said the other day.

Certain things you might have a point about.

-You smashed it today, mate. -Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Best damn IT department in town.

Cheers to that!

She never talks about herself, you know?

Normally, all that time spent together, you find out stuff.

-What stuff? -Dunno, like...

Like has she got a boyfriend, you know?

Arabela?

No. No boyfriend.

[Arabela] Thank you.

So, um...

I just wanted to say that, um...

-you are up there. -Up where?

One of the best people that I've ever worked with.

-You're not too bad yourself. -[laughs]

Uh... look, this probably isn't the, uh, most professional thing

that I've ever done, but, um, yeah,

-I just wanted to know if you'd maybe-- -[door opens]

One second, just one second. Hi.

[Arabela] I'm okay.