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Doctor Ziller, 94309

I work in Block 4. They're waiting. Come on!

Sorry you can't come in. The theater is off limits.

It's my daughters life.

I'll do my very best, Commander.

KINGDOM OF THE DEAD

Don't worry. She'll be OK.

Leave me alone.

- What's she saying? - Nothing.

I got Lou's bag. Found this.

Give it to the Doc

and ask him to compare it with what we found on Sorensen.

You known my daughter long?

What daughter?

Lou.

How long have you known her?

Since yesterday evening.

Tobias?

Tobias!

My dad works for Prometheus and when he finds out...

In a few hours my daughter may be dead.

Nothing worse can happen to me.

What's your name?

- Rose Eden - Rose Eden what?

Jakubowski.

What's Eden for you Rose Eden Jakubowski?

Some reckon it's paradise,

others that it's just a shitty garden

where God punishes kids.

Yours is called Tomza.

A female slave camp in the North of the East Zone

where one in five dies each winter

and the rest stuff themselves on their mates' corpses, they're so hungry.

Either you give me proper answers,

or I put you down for drug dealing,

hostage taking, attempted homicide

of a federal police officer with a minimum of 15 years.

I didn't do anything.

I was just in the car.

Your two chums are dead.

No one is going to contradict me over you.

Did Tobias give it to her?

The Yukov meeting? Is that it?

Tobias isn't tough enough for this deal.

Someone's running it.

Give me a name, a contact, and I swear I'll forget everything.

There's a guy who's called C.K.

He hangs out with extremists from Klan 88

in the Deviants quarters

and that‘s all I know.

HIGH CITY BLACK SQUAD HQ

On your feet!

Sorry about your daughter, Sirius

I hope she makes it.

Can we talk?

The Directors called.

The guy you shot,

his old man wants you charged.

He reckons he could have been taken

a bit less violently.

The guy works for a gang

linked to Prometheus.

He's got loads of lawyers.

They want your guts.

I hope you're right

and that your pictures will back you up.

The car hit them during the chase

the tracker wasn't on.

And your camera?

Not connected. No time.

What do I give when Munro asks?

Your word?

Whatever.

And lick his ass too. He loves that.

I don't lick ass, Sirius.

I do my job and obey orders.

and my job is to ensure

that others obey them too.

Not that long ago, your job was to serve and protect

not to prostrate yourself before them.

It's not me who's changed, Charly.

What did he want?

Tobias' old man has filed a charge against me for murder.

The Directors need answers, Munro above all.

It was legitimate defense, we all saw it.

But we have no proof.

Our word against their conviction.

Their firm conviction. What they want is to see you fall.

What about

the other bastard? I've looked everywhere.

Nothing on C.K.

You're gonna work with Elie.

She's in with them. She's gotta have some leads.

- How long's she been with us? - She's a good cop.

Get me a name by tomorrow. I'm going back to the hospital.

Hey, Elie, does a Nazi who goes by the name C.K. mean anything?

He hangs out with the Deviants in Klan 88. We need to find him fast.

Why so fast?

Sleep with me and I'll tell you.

You can get it up, now?

Come on in, Commander

I'm sorry for this little drama

but I wanted this interview to lake place in a secure environment

with the utmost discretion.

As you know a charge has been lodged against you

by the father of Tobias Josef Klinsman.

Following that,

the Directors of the Security Council have asked me to chair an enquiry

to establish who is responsible for all of this.

Our enquiries have enabled us to discover

Tobias Josef Klinsman

was having sexual relations with your daughter,

for several months.

We know you were aware of it.

As a result, given the background of the man

and your hotheaded way of working,

it's not inconceivable that you

would want to get this individual

on your side to help protect your family.

I shot this fucker because it was the only thing to do.

He had a hunting knife at Capt Elie Klein's throat

Good, well, so let's speak about Captain Klein.

Does your wife know what's going on between you two?

What's your game Munro?

I play at looking and trying to understand.

If you didn't kill Tobias to protect your family,

Maybe you killed him for other reasons?

In either case legitimate defense would seem a futile argument.

Me and her are old history.

Old history or not, I'm obliged to refer it to the disciplinary council.

Sex only leads to violence or sadness.

You should have realised, Commander,

before screwing your partner.

It's possible that certain things will come together

and allow us to cooperate.

The result, if convincing,

Will help us resolve all this.

Let's talk about your daughter's dealers.

How...?

Nothing that goes on in your venerable

and fusty institution is lost on me.

You belong to a race of cops that I despise

that's becoming extinct but that I unfortunately need.

That's why we're here.

I need these guys, Becker. I need them now.

You're the only one who can find them.

Either you accept my deal

and I'll get your file closed.

or you refuse

and I send those photos to the press

who'll have a field day putting them on the front page tomorrow.

What's it worth to Prometheus, cleaning toilets?

You've got three days to find them and bring them in.

But after that time, you'll just be a memory for your bosses

and obviously for all those who love you.

Interview over.

Why do you want these guys, Munro?

You just find them

and leave the questions to those who need to ask them.

I’ve come for news of my daughter. Lou Becker.

Admitted this morning to Casualty.

- For what reason? - Gunshot wounds.

- You're the lawyer? - I'm the father.

I'll need your identity papers.

Sirius Becker, born in Zone West

the 14th of November '91.

Citizen's register

14 11 01 528675.

Sorry, but I can't give you any info about your daughter.

It's confidential and

only Directors can have access.

My wife is a researcher and member of the SNO.

She works for a Prometheus subsidiary - you can check.

In that case, if she came...

I wanna know if my daughter's alive!

Calm down, sir.

I'll take care of it.

I'll see to It.

Follow me.

She's in a critical state.

But she's alive.

Wounds to the thorax causing serious abdominal lesions

and an emphysema that's required a lung transplant.

Thanks to the post occupied by your wife.

We were able to have priority access to a transplant organ.

But the operation put her in shock

causing a brain haemorrhage and she's now in a coma.

The haemorrhage may get worse over the next two days,

which could lead to neurological damage.

Stop talking to me like a doctor. Is she going to make it?

If the bleeding gets better, one chance in five.

And if not?

She'll be brain dead.

C.K. should be in a club at the Deviants.

- What club? 311, 23rd and 4th.

On my way.

Christian Kaltz, alias C.K. ex member of Satan's Commandos.

Now leader of Column 18.

'1 ' for the 'A' of Adolf, '8' for the 'H' of Hitler.

Already condemned for kidnapping, torture,

racist crime and dealing.

Sure he's there?

He's in there every night.

Blacks suffocate in their waste...

They don't unite...

when threatened

or attracted by a common prey.

This mixed race

becomes a rats nest

slitting their throats,

entering our stinking city sewers defiled

by blood and puke.

History.

History proves that when our white brothers...

mixed their blood with inferior races...

Civilization was led into wreck and ruin.

Police! Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons!

On your knees!

On the ground!

On the ground!

Head down!

Drop the gun!

Drop it.

Every breath you take is an offense to humanity, Kaltz.

An insult to the memory of all our mates

who fell in the street fighting for our lives.

I know you're dealing with the Russians

in a hairy Chimaera deal.

I just need you to tell me where, when and with who

this transaction's taking place.

I'd rather toss off on my mother's body

than tell a shithead like you.

Stop, I beg you, stop.

Two pierced eardrums, head trauma, how can you justify this?

I did what I had to.

What shocks you?

A foul Nazi killing black people point blank

or a cop puking his soul into the toilet to do his job?

Good triumphs over evil, Sirius. Our job needs doing well.

I chose violence because it's necessary.

- So when's the deal? - Day after tomorrow, 6 p.m..

At an old armament factory.

Yukov and his pack of hounds against the rest of the world.

Need reinforcements?

You should stop drinking

and return to your wife. She needs you.

Sure, you're right.

- You'll regret this. - Why?

Do you?

Hey! To the good old days! Fuck it all!

Charly, Charly, Charly!

Teo's going to my sister's and I'm staying at the hospital.

Will give you time to pack your bags and leave.

I never want to see you again.

I did what you asked,

took huge risks.

Up to you to keep your promises.

If not...

If not,

I'll have to make all this public

and refer it on to Prometheus.

A place in my team has to be earned, you little slut.

Not by knocking off sixteen year-old girls

or sliding porno pics under doors.

I still need you for now.

You listening? My little whore.

You're going to do me one last favour.

Then we'll talk about your career!

No one who gives me their ass regrets it. Ask anyone.

She's not so young now your 'Mum.'

What's she drink at her age?

She takes whatever's going.

Got your ration card?

- Are eggs and a coffee possible? - Go sit down.

I fill up Mummy and I'll be with you.

May I?

Put that away, I'm here as a friend.

- Frank Varnove. - I know who you are.

Every cop knows you.

I didn't know I'd left such a mark.

Since your departure we've had no one so big, trust me.

That's exactly why I'm here.

How long have you been following me?

I understand your irritation but I had no choice.

Nobody can know we've met.

What I need to say is delicate.

I represent a group of people

who I think share some of our values.

A kind fraternity for high-ranking old policemen, politicians and thinkers.

who, like us, no longer support the deterioration of democratic values.

My task is to find experienced ' 'people on its behalf,

men who know neither fear nor the boundaries imposed by unjust laws.

Wouldn't you agree it's time for an alternative

To Prometheus?

What are you asking me? To take part in a conspiracy?

No.

Let's call it a...

Resistance movement.

I often think of this saying,

'When order is unjust, justice begins with disorder.'

Why me?

Because I've got a lot of respect for you.

I know your commitment.

You're angry and we need your anger.

And why now?

They're about to drop you,

it's time to jump ship.

I invite you to lend your talents to an organization worthy

of the name 'Section Zero‘.

an ultra secret super elite we want you to lead.

You would be in charge at recruiting and training members

with autonomy and freedom to make decisions,

whatever missions you undertake.

Why zero?

Because it doesn't officially exist,

and in extremis no back-up.

So you want someone to do your dirty work.

No, the dirty work we'll do together.

Listen, I no longer belong in this same world. I belong elsewhere.

If you agree, my contacts and talents are unique pluses

for a great partnership.

What's in it for me?

A better world.

Thanks for your confidence, Mr Varnove, but I have to refuse.

I have a battle to win and a family to protect.

'Section Zero' is also a plus for your family and enquiry.

Take your time.

- Hi, Doc. - Hi.

I've had the test results you wanted from the lab.

Yep, it's the same stuff we found on Sorensen.

Pure Chimera.

Analysis of the genetic samples

taken from the dead bodies in the Steps

are positive.

So?

Can't access the victim's files. They're classified.

What authority level do we need?

Forget it, my friend. It's stratosphere level.

Senior Director.

OK, I've got it. Thanks.

LOW CITY OLD ARMAMENT FACTORY

Sirius.

Our friend has just entered the site.

Reading you, Commander.

Nothing on your side, Cheyenne?

Nope, not a thing.

All personnel:

The Russians have entered the zone.

Wait for my cue.

Squad 3 in place.

They've stopped. They're waiting.

OK, over.

Cheyenne to Sirius: Client 2's arrived.

A pick-up.

Four men inside,

OK, over.

They're out.

We'll go over when the deal's done.

Received.

Over to you.

Where's Kaltz?

Warming his fat ass somewhere.

Who gives a shit?

Where's the cash?

Cover me!

Sirius, we're fucked. We're locked in.

Come on, get this door open!

Visual on officer Becker,

approaching

priority targets.

Require instructions.

Confirm order to fire.