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[Grinding, loud clank]

Karl: "Find saban."

I don't know if it's a good thing

or a bad thing we met each other.

What's going on?

I'm going out.

Bye, sis. Love you.

Kiki: Love you, too.

You don't think he's acting weird?

Louise: Bb!

[Birds calling]

Bb?

[Line connecting]

[Cell phone ringing]

[Groaning]

Bb?

Louise...

No, no. Just... uhh.

[Bb groaning]

Bb: No. Don't.

[Groaning]

Louise, no.

Tell me, where is it? No.

Bb...

Where is it?

Ok, help is coming.

Don't tell me that you're scared of blood, too.

Heights.

[Panting]

No, come on. Stay with me.

Bb? Bb, stay with me.

Charlotte gainsborough: ♪ venez dans mes bras ♪

♪ closer to me, dear ♪

♪ donnez-vouz moi ♪

♪ set aside all fear ♪

♪ restons enlaces ♪

♪ pour l'eternite ♪

♪ yes, you shall be mine ♪

♪ till the end of time ♪

Man: ♪ gee, it's great ♪

♪ after being out late ♪

♪ walking my baby back home ♪

♪ arm in arm ♪

♪ over Meadow and farm ♪

♪ walking my baby back home ♪

♪ we go along ♪

♪ harmonizing a song ♪

♪ or I'm reciting a poem ♪

♪ owls go by, and they give me the eye... ♪

[Door opens]

♪ Walking my baby back home ♪

♪ we stop for a while ♪

♪ she gives me a smile ♪

♪ and snuggles her head on my chest ♪

♪ we started to pet and that's when I get... ♪

Hello?

♪ Her talcum all over my vest ♪

♪ after I ♪

♪ kind of straighten my tie ♪

♪ she has to borrow... ♪

Who's there?

So this is all Lana's belongings.

Yeah.

Not much of a life, is it?

Well, at least we know everything here matters.

Given his age and relative fitness,

bb has a better-than-average chance of survival.

Yeah. I know.

Thank you.

What's that?

"I see my pain in yours.

"We're like two broken bones,

fused together, stronger."

Karl: "Sometimes I think of us falling,

"clinging to each other while the world watches,

"exploding when we hit the ground,

blinding them all."

They're all signed "Anton."

Anton Stokes.

It's a folie a deux.

Is Blake still here?

Haven't seen you for so long.

Immigration. They came to where I was staying.

Oh, god. First your job and now your home.

The agency didn't send anyone else for you?

No.

I'm sorry to ask, but I was wondering

if I could stay a couple of days.

Ooh, that'd be lovely.

Just until I organize my visa.

Of course, of course you may.

Oh, it's lovely to see...

You're shaking. What's happened?

Oh, give nanakins a hug.

Come on. Ohh!

God. You feel so tired.

[Sighs]

[Sighs]

[Door opens]

Blake, where have you been?

Hi.

Elise: He's been seeing a woman called Lana khasanovic.

Is there anything you can tell us about her?

Kiki: He's never brought her round.

We've not been talking much recently.

I guess I've just been busy

with the baby and everything.

Was he jealous?

Kiki: No. Before I met Blake,

before I got pregnant, it was...

[Heavy sigh]

It's hard to explain if you're not a twin.

It's like you belong to each other.

So maybe he didn't want to share you with anyone else.

Kiki: I didn't want him to feel like that.

We weren't asking him to move out or anything.

Not till he was ready.

What happened to your mother?

[Clears throat]

She's probably dead.

You're not sure?

We were 8.

She drove us on a cliff top, locked us in the car,

and never came back.

What do you think?

How did Anton react?

He was ecstatic.

Karl: How did he react?

What, is this what you're asking?

Is it? If he went psycho?

Blake: Kiki.

Well, he didn't, but I did.

Six years later, I didn't care.

I put on my favorite clothes, I got in the bath,

and I slashed my arm.

Ok, ok, do you want to sit on the ball?

Anton found me.

He wrapped my arm in a towel,

and he called an ambulance.

He wouldn't hurt anyone.

He wants to help people. Look at his website.

What website?

So, mom, whatever's happened, it's never too late.

We love you. We miss you.

You are the center of our world.

Karl: That was put up in 2014.

Somewhere along the way, he goes

from sentimental web appeals

to suicidal love letters and murder.

Winnie: Who are the others?

Karl: We haven't seen all of them yet,

but mainly parents of runaways,

wives of husbands who have disappeared.

How is he?

He's still in surgery.

He's lost a lot of blood, but he's out of danger.

Astor: Yeah. You should rest.

You found Lana khasanovic.

Here.

My name is Lana khasanovic,

and I'm looking for my son saban.

The last time I saw him was in Sarajevo,

September 17, 1994.

I gave him to a trafficker named Dimitri.

I don't know his second name.

There was no time.

We had to do it during the one-hour cease-fire.

He has a scar on the back of his left hand.

Saban, maybe you've changed.

But I will know you, and you will know me, won't you?

Karl: He's looking for his mum,

she's looking for her son.

They find each other.

Freudian tinder.

Can we see who's accessing the site,

read any messages?

Elise: No, it's encrypted.

It's only admin and users.

We can only see the videos for now,

but maybe in a bit of time...

Karl: I think we should appeal for saban publicly.

Winnie: We cannot be seen

to give these people what they want.

At last, we have a lead

that they don't want us to know about.

Two clear ids.

She's been here illegally for years,

he's been holed up in his bedroom.

They know how to disappear... These people.

The one way we've got to flush them out

might be to get something on saban.

We don't negotiate with terrorists.

Astor: Especially the way you brits negotiate.

Oh. [Chuckles]

But I agree.

Well...

That's all the validation I need.

Let me have the comb, please.

Thank you.

What color is it?

Blonde.

Ou la la.

[Cell phone buzzes]

[Ringtone playing]

Uh, would you like me to...

No, no. Excuse me.

Ok. Ok.

I'm back.

Ok.

[Muffled ringtone]

Where are you?

I saw police at the caravan park.

Did they get you?

Hmm?

I love you.

[Door opens]

Hello.

Oh, hello.

Maya, Elise is here.

Cops and carbs.

Hi. Oh.

Kayla has been a stupid girl.

Nana c.

Celeste: Why else would she send naked pictures to boys?

Not boys. Just Leo.

A boy who shared it with other boys

and heaven knows who else

on the worldwide web.

He probably didn't mean for it to go viral.

I might as well have gone to school naked.

My life is basically over.

Can you get them taken down?

I think once these things are out there,

they're out there, aren't they?

Celeste: Forever.

Why are you ashamed?

The person who stole your pictures

and made them public without your consent

committed an act of theft.

The shame is theirs.

I'm gonna go home.

This isn't conducive to a working environment.

[Sobbing softly]

[Dog barking]

Kiki, please listen to me.

Anton invited me to this thing.

I didn't know it was him.

It's just, um, it was in my pigeonhole at work.

What kind of thing?

Uh...

It was, um...

It was like a, uh, sex show.

I know. I know.

What is wrong with you?

What's wrong with me?

Am I that fat and disgusting?

No, no, no, no. You... you're perfect.

I don't want to do that stuff with you.

What stuff?

Choking?

Spanking?

We're gonna be a family. I know how important that is to you.

It's all fucking important.

The relationship, the sex.

Why can't you see I want it, too?

He burned me, kiki.

What are you talking about?

He branded me like a pig.

Well, maybe you deserved it.

Maybe you are a fucking pig.

I know. I know.

And... and I'm sorry, but, please,

I'll do whatever you want,

but... but let me see the baby.

Let me help you with it.

Kiks...

Please.

Oh, shut up your bloody...

Oh, thank you.

[Kiss]

Thank you.

I'm so sorry. I love you.

Anton: You're not seriously gonna

put up with that, are you?

[Electronic music playing]

[Conversations in French]

[Woman singing in French]

Ok. Ahem.

The police were here, and, uh,

I want to know what they said.

Kiki: That you hurt other people,

that you killed.

Nobody worth anything.

[Inhales deeply]

I defended you.

Where's Lana?

Blake: She's run out on you.

Well, she wouldn't do that.

She's not you...

Or mum.

Looks like it.

Anton, Anton, I will come with you to the police.

And... and we can deal with this together

as a family.

[Sobbing softly]

Computer: Browser.

Computer: Log in.

One new message.

"Hi. My name is Karl roebuck.

I am one of the detectives working on your case..."

Lana, you all right?

Computer: "Not too late to come in and speak to us.

"I'm working on finding saban.

Call me on 077009008."

Lana: I'm sorry.

I didn't want to disturb you.

It's ok. They still haven't found your son yet?

No.

Well, use it as much as you like.

I've got unlimited broadband, ok?

Night-night.

Night-night. Night-night.

Charlie? Is that Charlie?

[Chamber music playing]

Oui?

It's only for a few days

until I find him somewhere better.

Does chaput know?

Could be seen to influence the case with you.

You think?

Where are we going?

The one-hour cease-fire was between 3:00 and 4 P.M.,

which correlates with the time stamp

on the photograph,

but the guy's watch reads a quarter past 5:00.

So he's from a different time zone.

She's back in the room.

Eastern European summertime.

Given the proximity, I checked out

known traffickers from Bulgaria and Romania,

first name... Dimitri.

Got a match on this guy busted in calais,

6 days after saban left Sarajevo,

driving a meat truck.

Border control found kids in the back.

Handed them over to a French ngo,

now defunct.

Last surviving board member, Edith dutheil.

We could high-five if I wasn't so worried about you.

Saban. Saban khasanovic.

Yes!

I remember them all.

Do you know what happened to him?

He died.

He was brought here on a meat truck.

And it was so cruel. They left the refrigerators on.

Probably trying to bypass the heat sensors in calais.

There were 5 children on there.

Four of them had hypothermia when they came to us.

Saban never recovered.

[Cell phone ringing]

Elise: Did you keep records?

Of course. We wanted their families

to be able to find them.

May I ask why you are looking for him now?

[Ringing]

Just...

Just excuse me

for one moment.

Hello?

Lana...

Is that you?

Have you found him?

Look, uh, I can't give you anything unless...

How's your colleague?

I didn't want to hurt him.

I didn't want to hurt anyone.

I just needed to get away.

He's ok.

Good.

Look, if you want to finish this,

you have to hand yourself in.

You have to get away from Anton.

We could meet if you like, just the two of us.

I'll give you everything we've got on saban.

How can I trust you?

I can only promise no one else needs to know.

[Bag falls to floor]

We finished?

Uh, I think.

Merci beaucoup. Thank you for your help.

It's much appreciated.

All right.

All: Au revoir.

Ferme la porte, s'il vous plait.

Close the door.

You think we'll be able to dig out a death certificate?

I'm sure Philippe can.

I have to go back anyway.

Why? What... what are you doing?

Do you need me for anything

on the pied Piper case?

No.

Then it doesn't concern you.

No, no.

Jacques: Charlie! Charlie!

[Cheers]

Whoa...

[Charlie cheers]

[Laughter]

Detective.

Hello.

[Door buzzes]

Hi, guys.

[Indistinct chatter]

Mmm.

[Chuckles]

[Francois speaking French]

Mmm!

No. Ha ha!

[Chuckles]

[Telephone rings]

Hello?

Hello?

[Edith speaking French]

[Places receiver on cradle]

[Seagulls calling]

[Ding]

[Sniffing]

Ohh.

Bonjour.

[Vehicle horns honking]

Karl: Olivier, thanks for calling back.

What's going on?

Are you defecting back to Europe?

Ha! I wish. Uh, no.

Uh... how... how are you?

Honestly, bored.

Are you?

I'm sorry I can't help you with that.

Listen, I'm right in the middle of something.

I just wondered

if you've spoken to Elise recently.

Why?

Uh...

I don't like doing this.

I'm concerned that she's getting too close

to the Moreau case.

She promised me she'd keep away from it

and let the cold case team do their job.

Karl?

Do you know she's moved Jacques Moreau

into her apartment?

Mr. Moreau.

[Slow instrumental music playing]

Hi.

Christ. Hi.

Interesting place to pick for a meeting.

I used to work here.

I thought it was very grand at first.

Uh-huh.

I'm sorry about your son.

I looked you up.

Saban died in 1994.

I'm so sorry to have to tell you that.

How? [Cell phone ringing]

I have a colleague looking

for his death certificate.

How did he die?

If it's true, then tell me.

Tell me.

You're trying to trick me. No.

Yes.

I just have to take this call.

Please excuse me.

Yes?

We've had an anonymous tip-off,

a sighting of Lana khasanovic.

What?!

Where?

Winnie: Grand burstin. Unit's on its way.

No, no.

This is

from the gentleman over there.

[Winnie's speech drowned out by music]

Karl: I know.

For fuck's sake.

Winnie: Karl?

Karl, where are you?

You have to trust me on this.

Winnie: Please don't tell me you're that fucking stupid.

[Alarm]

No. Lana, please.

[People speaking excitedly]

Lana...

Lana, Lana, Lana? Sorry.

Lana?

Excuse me. Lana.

Uh!

Come on.

Anton: Move.

[Women scream]

[Scoffs]

[Horn honks]

Jesus wept, I could've used your help today.

What a fucking fuck-up.

Did you hear?

I've been suspended.

Huh. What? What? What for?

Moreau?

What?

Because and you Olivier went behind my back.

If you had something to say,

you could've said it to my face.

Ok, I did try to say it to your face,

but you shut me down.

Because friends are supposed to trust each other,

and you clearly didn't trust me to make the right decision.

I was worried about you...

You don't have to be worried about me. I'm not a child.

Jacques Moreau is not eryka. This isn't the same thing.

What happened to your face?

Nothing. Elise.

Elise, come on. Elise.

[Taps on glass]

And you're a fucking hypocrite!

How is what I've been doing any different

from what you've been doing with Lana khasanovic?

At least that's

a live fucking murder investigation.

This is a cold case from 8 years ago.

And the perpetrators are still out there,

abusing children.

I would never interfere in your life.

Wouldn't have to.

Really?

What's that supposed to mean?

Ask Maya.

What? Elise? Elise.

Elise!

Elvis Presley: ♪ take my hand ♪

♪ take my whole life, too... ♪

I like your hair.

♪ For I can't help ♪

♪ falling in love ♪

♪ with you ♪

♪ for I can't help ♪

♪ falling in love ♪

♪ with you... ♪