Man: Like all good stories
This one starts with a beautiful woman,
young, adventurous, full of life.
[Panicked, ragged breathing]
[Whimpering]
[Grunts and gasps]
Ah!
[Begins sobbing]
[Screams] Help me!
[Sobbing]
[She shrieks]
Unfortunately, this story also starts
with the end of that life...
With her murder.
- Morning, sir. - Good morning.
Morning, major.
Good morning.
What are you doing here, Louis?
It's Major Daniel,
and I'm here because
I am a member of the National Police.
Did you send her?
No.
But she's with me.
You are no longer in the 36, major.
I'm in charge now.
When I was in charge,
I didn't feel the need to tell everyone.
You were right.
This was the same killer.
[Clattering]
Ah!
[Roars and cries out]
[Grunts]
I was not in a good way.
The truth is,
there were days, I thought about just giving up.
The only thing keeping me alive was anger
and morphine.
Commissaire Laveaux.
I need you to keep this scene sealed
for a couple of days.
Then you have no authority
to seal the scene.
I'm not ordering you.
I'm asking you,
because this may not be the first victim.
I've had no notification of any other murder.
That's because she's the first French victim.
A serial killer is in France.
You have a chance to catch him.
Me?
I need a few days, and, at the right moment,
I will turn everything over to you.
You'll take no credit?
No.
Two days.
And I want to be kept informed
of any progress.
Thank you.
The scene will be kept closed.
- Where are you going? - Amsterdam.
I had no idea how much that poor young girl,
dead in a park in the middle of Paris,
was about to change my life.
Man: What the hell do you mean, "no"?
Wife: It's okay, darling. We can...
Husband: Guess my wife's weight!
I don't do that.
I paid my money!
Psychic: I read cards.
I can tell you some things about yourself
and maybe give you some insight into...
I paid my money.
Now guess her weight!
Hey, why don't you just leave her alone, pal?
Why don't you mind your own business?
Hey, you got a problem?
Go to hell.
You want to know something about yourself?
I'll tell you something about yourself.
You got soft hands and no muscle tone,
which mark you for white-collar,
but your eyes have no spark of intelligence,
and you obviously can't decipher a simple sign, so guess what?
You're not management.
My guess is you're a drone. You're a worker-bee.
Top buttonhole's pulled wide and frayed.
You're fatter than you used to be,
and you can't afford a new shirt.
You're not even a successful worker-bee.
But maybe there's another reason
that you can't afford a new shirt. Huh?
It's a girlfriend, yeah?
- Hey... - A mistress? Huh?
But not just any mistress. Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
A mistress with a baby.
Your baby. Your baby!
Perhaps you know her, madam?
She's got long blonde hair?
You!
You said you wouldn't see her anymore!
And now there's a baby?
No, no. Bette! Let me explain this!
I think it's a boy.
In pounds, I'd say your wife is 140, 145?
I'm not sure what that is in kilos, but...
You bastard!
He is a bastard, but you are not hitting him.
Your wife is getting away.
Go.
You haven't lost your way with people.
It'd be a better world without them, yes.
How could you possibly figure the mistress and the baby?
Why are you at a carnival in Amsterdam, Louis?
That's what you're doing with your skills, Carl?
Why are you here?
Do you have somewhere private we can talk?
Yeah.
How many?
Four.
Including the one in Paris.
A lot of cutting.
He's a bad one.
Carl, do you miss the job?
Still haven't told me why you're here, Louis.
If you want to feel like a cop again,
I have a job for you.
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Doesn't the I.C.C.
Do war crimes and genocides?
For now, we are going to try something.
"We"?
I chose a team of cops from all over the Eurozone.
Each has a special skill. Like you.
I'm not a cop anymore.
Then I won't have to pay you much.
Where are we goin'?
If you're gonna shoot me,
you could've done that in Amsterdam.
Hell, I'd have loaded the gun.
Not with your hand.
Good point.
Can't grip anything heavier than my joint
without screaming.
"Joint"?
You know... Johnson.
Pecker.
Joint.
Ah... "Braquemard."
You French make everything sound like a sauce.
[Laughs]
But you're still able to function?
Depends on your definition of function.
You're very lucky, you know?
Lucky?
That you were born with a light "joint."
[♪]
Inspector Sienna Pride.
Scotland Yard.
Interrogation specialist.
Investigator Sebastian Berger, tech genius.
Polizei Berlin, Germany.
Eva Vittoria, sergeant, anti-mafia.
Undercover and covert operations.
Louis: Detective Tommy McConnell,
Police Services Northern Ireland,
weapons and tactical expert.
And Detective Sergeant Anne-Marie San.
Criminal analyst, trafficking crimes specialist.
Team, may I present...
Detective First-Grade Carlton Hickman.
- You prefer "Carl." - NYPD.
Former NYPD.
Led the department in arrests six years running.
In convictions, too.
Four years as NYPD liaison
in Europol after 9/11.
Then back to New York, where you led the department
in arrests again.
Until you were shot in the hand.
Chasing a child abduction suspect.
- Who got away. - But you saved the child.
Impressive use of Google.
Well, here's one thing I couldn't find on Google.
If you're so bloody good,
why'd the NYPD sack you?
I'm only here because...
Louis asked me to come...
If I'm so bloody good...
[Scoffs] You can kiss my ass in Macy's window.
Macy's window?
It's a shop in New York.
You would know that.
Well, it's not just in New York, it's all over America.
Why would his "ass" be in the window?
Waiting to be kissed by Tommy McConnell.
[Laughing]
Carl, please.
I don't need this.
NYPD betrayed you.
It's not fair.
I don't see you
ending up as a garbage man in a carnival.
I saw you today with that man.
Your mind is sharp as ever.
We have a chance to stop a killer.
A bad one.
You don't want that?
That's not what you need?
[Footsteps]
I was sacked
because my bosses were
bastards who stabbed me in the back.
Also, I'm on permanent heavy meds,
and I have a useless right hand,
the hand that I write and shoot with,
so I can't fill out a report or hold a gun.
Any other questions?
Not right now.
Louis: Good.
So let's stop a monster
before he kills another woman.
So, the first victim was in Rome seven months ago.
A young girl in Villa Borghese Park,
in the woods.
Same thing in Dublin, three months later.
Phoenix Park.
London's Richmond Park, one month ago.
And, night before last, Parc de Saint-Cloud in Paris.
Each killed in a large park
in a capital city.
He's putting on a show.
Tosser like this always is.
Anne-Marie: Three months between the first and second,
three months between the second and third,
but now only one month before the fourth.
The time between victims is getting shorter.
Have any of the women been identified?
There is nothing to identify them with.
He did so much damage to the faces and jaw lines,
it's impossible to compare them with photographs
or dental records,
and the fingerprints are gone.
Ground off. Like with sandpaper.
Anne-Marie: He brings tools.
None of the victims match any open missing-persons report
as far as height and hair color.
Sienna: He also removes clothing, jewellery,
anything we can use for secondary identification.
He didn't just conceal their identities,
he erased them.
He'll mess up. They always do.
Prostitutes sometimes go missing.
These women don't look like, uh...
They're not the street types.
They seem healthy, in relatively good shape.
No signs of drug use.
How can four young girls be dead
and no one is looking for them?
Sienna: We've got nothing at all
but four faceless, nameless bodies.
That's not necessarily true.
Every fact has a reverse.
Having no identifying information means...
Could mean...
That he went to a lot of trouble to keep them unidentified.
Bastard...
Why do that?
If they were connected to him.
If we I.D. them...
It probably would lead directly to him.
So, job one,
who are all these women?
Sienna and Tommy, go to the Paris morgue
and follow up with the body.
Straight away, sir.
Anne-Marie, take Hickman
to the Parc de Saint-Cloud crime scene.
Sebastian, go as well, and use your new equipment.
Very good, sir.
We should be able to join you all
in Paris by nightfall. All right?
Got a ticket in my name?
Pretty confident I'd join up.
Eva, you're with me.
Okay.
[Exhales deeply]
How much of that do you take?
I follow the directions.
Can we trust your brain on that?
I probably wouldn't.
Drink?
No.
Irishman refuses a drink.
Alert the media.
A cocky American.
Who saw that coming?
Whiskey?
Six Euros.
How much did you win in your last fight?
Or was it just a feud thing?
This your way of impressing me?
You reckon I'll go all chilly
'cause you deduced I bare-knuckle fight?
Broken 51 times,
grew back wanky.
Anyone can see it.
Not too many ways that happens,
past punching things without gloves on.
My less-than-posh Irish background
points to bare-knuckle clan fighting,
and my still-pretty face says I usually win.
You're no smarter than me, super-detective.
You're an angry guy, Tommy.
That's gonna get in your way.
You saying you're not angry?
I'm saying
the last person in the world you want to end up like is me.
All right.
Sergeant Vittoria of the N.O.C.S. in Rome.
This is...
Mikael Lechnya Dorn.
I'm honored, sir.
I know of your work
with the International Criminal Court.
"Sir?"
I'm Dorn. Just Dorn.
They refused to sanction your team.
What?
I warned you, Louis.
My hands are pretty much tied.
They're very cautious, those men in there.
They don't seek
fame, money, ambition.
They're incorruptible,
which means it's very difficult
to make a deal with them.
Did they give a reason for refusal?
Yeah. They're concerned that they would be,
or would appear to be, usurping the power
of sovereign states.
I'm not asking for power, I just want to do my job.
Well...
You're going to have to find another way to do your job.
I don't understand.
The workings of the court are very complicated...
Not them.
You.
I don't understand you.
I beg your pardon?
I read something you wrote once,
in a report on Kosovo.
"The mothers and wives of missing Serbs
are begging for their loved ones to be found,
but they never will be.
This court is..."
"Is the only place for them to turn.
We weep
for those no one else weeps for."
Exactly.
Four women have been butchered by the same man
in four different countries.
That man will never be caught
because the authorities in Rome
don't talk to Dublin, who don't talk to Paris,
who don't talk to London.
I mean, I-it's not their fault,
but that's the way it worked
until Major Daniel brought us together.
Maybe one day, we won't need it,
but right now,
this court is the only place
for these women to turn.
No one else weeps for them.
No one.
We're adjourned.
It's a crime of aggression
that is ongoing, systematic and cross-border.
This is exactly what the I.C.C. does.
[Sighs] Sorry.
No. It's fine.
What man doesn't like a woman to tell him how brilliant he is?
[Scoffs regretfully]
Get ready to travel.
- Are you sure? - Absolutely.
I.C.C. team from The Hague?
- Ca va? - Ca va.
Major Daniel said two cars would be sufficient.
C'est les deux-la.
- Okay. - D'accord.
- Merci, Detective Moreau. - Avec plaisir.
That's service.
I.C.C. team?
I didn't know we had a name.
It's like we're the Justice League
or something.
"Justice League?"
It's an American comic book
about a team of super-heroes.
How do you lot not know that?
What did you read when you were kids?
- Biographies. - Encyclopedias.
Things with grown-up words.
Guess I didn't get the same books
as you Cheltenham Girls' School lot.
Cheltenham "ladies," actually.
All right, ladies, is it?
We'll see you at the crime scene.
Tommy!
Hey, I drive.
Oh, grow up.
Ah, stay, stay, stay.
The magistrate is writing up an order,
authorizing you to investigate
this crime series.
This series only.
Thank you, Dorn.
Thank Sergeant Vittoria.
It's always the same.
A woman's mind is...
quite extraordinary.
Here.
You are doing this for the right reasons,
aren't you, Louis?
This is about the women, about the job, yes?
You are not using everyone
to further another end, are you?
What do you want me to say?
The truth.
I don't know.
[Sighs]
How is Rebecca?
The same.
- [Footsteps] - Thank you.
[♪]
Your order.
Be wary, my friend.
"Those to whom evil is done..."
"...do evil in return."
You quote Auden to me?
[Chuckles]
Serves you right. You gave him to me.
Yeah.
It also says "We must love each other..."
Both: "...Or die."
I can assure you
that those conventional authorities
in those countries
will not love you.
Probably not.
[Dorn chuckles]
Thank you.
[♪]
Afternoon, detective.
Bonjour, Officer Laffont.
This is Detective Hickman.
Are the neighbours giving you a hard time?
I can't really blame them.
They just want to use their park.
Yeah. We'll try to finish up by today, okay.
Is it true, ma'am?
Commissaire Laveaux of the crime squad
is calling him another ripper, like the one in London.
There's a difference.
This one's gonna be caught.
Merci. Shall we?
Is that a Compass Rose?
Mind your business.
Oh, it's something you want to hide?
Why get a tattoo you need to hide?
You interrogating me?
I'm ready.
We'll finish this. Later.
No. We won't.
Do you really think we'll catch this ripper?
Don't call him that.
Jack the ripper killed five women
in five completely different locations.
Every scene was more brutal than the last.
He took prizes, body parts.
Everything for him was post-kill.
This guy
does the same thing every time, in the same type of place.
He seems to have some sort of ritual
that plays out before the murder.
Everything after is to conceal the crime.
They couldn't be more different.
Any idea how he got her here?
No vehicle tracks, if that's what you mean.
That's what I mean. Footprints?
This park is very well-travelled.
We even tried focusing on only the barefoot prints,
but there are just too many.
What's that?
It's a variation on a virtual autopsy device.
It uses light-amplification beams
to scan a scene thousands of times
so we can recreate it later, holographically.
I call it "Scangen,"
because it, well, it generates scans.
This guy is very short.
Maybe 5'5", at the most.
How do you know that?
See the blood splatter from the knife
on the bottom of the leaves?
Yeah?
That's the upstroke. Goes way up there, right?
But now look at the tops of the leaves.
The splatter from the downstroke
is at six-feet or below.
A man with his arm raised above head
usually picks up the length of his lower arm in height.
My height...
His height.
Now, what does this new fact tell you that you didn't know?
Small feet.
Small feet. Yeah.
[Rebecca's voice on machine] Hello.
This is the Daniel family.
Please leave a message after the beep.
[Machine beeps]
Louis: Rebecca, it's me again.
Please...
I just want to talk.
[Footsteps]
Are you ready, sir?
Yes. I'm ready.
Scanning.
[Scangen whirs]
Two sets going north.
One barefoot...
One wearing small boots or work shoes.
The strides are fairly long.
They were running.
Well, he was chasing her.
Then, just this set of small tracks
goes back South.
Hickman.
Look. There's blood, too.
She was already bleeding when he was chasing her?
Maybe he attacked her somewhere else, and she escaped.
A secondary crime scene would be valuable.
Oh, hold on. Look. Look.
Yeah.
Why do his return tracks criss-cross like that?
Looks like he was lost after he killed her.
Or looking for something.
Something important enough
to take the chance of being discovered with a dead body
in the clearing.
Important enough to look for, instead of escaping.
Evidence.
There are multiple deep lacerations
from a large bladed weapon,
was she dead when her face was damaged?
Oh, probably.
The angle of those wounds indicate she was already prone.
Looks very angry.
But also methodical.
At key points,
there are shallow puncture wounds...
At the wrist, in her inner thighs...
On arteries.
He cut her wrists?
Ah, he punctured them.
She bled, but not quickly.
It would be a... A steady ooze.
And these appear to have been the first wounds made.
Why would he do that?
To weaken her.
Like a jab for a fighter.
Bloody him up first
before you get in close and finish him off.
Excuse me.
How long have you been a detective in Paris?
I'm not.
I work mainly
on border crimes out of offices in Lyon.
It was Major Daniel who brought me here.
Really?
That surprises you?
We've talked
to two Parisian police officers since we arrived,
neither of them had nametags,
yet you called them both by name.
Oh, that's... that's something I have.
I remember.
You're eidetic?
My doctors call it hyperthymesia.
Doctors?
Yeah. My mother's a physician.
Oh.
When I was a child,
she thought I might be autistic,
so she had an MRI done of my brain,
and they found an enlarged temporal lobe
and Caudate Nucleus.
That's a mouthful.
It's found in people with O.C.D.
[Phone rings]
Sorry.
Anne-Marie San.
That would make sense with what we're finding here.
Yeah. We're here.
That was Sienna.
The coroner says
he might have wounded her first.
Some arteries were nicked.
Started her bleeding, and then...
Then let her run.
Son of a bitch hunted her.
He's a sadist.
She was dead the moment she showed him fear.
Is there something else?
It's just a bit odd
for a sadist to put on a show like this.
They're usually...
Usually a bit more...
Private.
Look.
She had one shoe on...
When she got to this root,
and then she was barefoot.
She lost a shoe.
[Thud]
[Whimpers]
Look at her tracks.
He found it.
He was looking for her shoes?
He found one, maybe not the other.
Just needed some water.
It's not the blood or the damage,
it's the smell in these places, you know?
You never hear of olfactory fatigue?
Take a couple of deep breaths. You won't notice it soon enough.
I'm saying the smell bothers me,
you're saying suck up more of it?
It works.
What, growing up in Traveller Camps,
you never got used to bad smells?
I mean, that's the tattoo, right?
The compass rose?
You're an Irish Traveller. Your family are criminals.
Wow.
We're showing our true colours now,
aren't we?
Inspector Pride.
[♪]
What have you done?
[♪]
Major Daniel?
You okay?
Y-yeah.
Yeah.
You sure?
Yes, I'm fine now.
Okay.
She had on both shoes here.
Look.
One shoe here.
[Victim cries out]
Okay... okay... this... this...
Search...
Ah!
Hickman! Are you okay?
Oh! [Winces]
[Quiet, in pain] I'm fine.
Let's just look.
[Frustrated panting]
It's okay! It's okay. I'll... I'll do it.
Oh, wait.
It says, uh...
"C. G."
That's "Charles Gallant."
A pair of shoes costs more than £1,500.
That's almost 2,000 Euros.
If she is a pro, she's a good one.
First piece of actual evidence he's left behind.
Hard to believe we're looking at wealthy victims.
- Who no one's looking for? - Exactly.
And yet, it's odd.
It's actually a very old style.
Inspector Pride has a fashion criticism
for the victim.
- What do you mean by "old"? - It looks vintage.
It's unusual for Charles Gallant.
Do you think he sells a lot of these?
I don't know many people who can afford them.
Don't.
Anne-Marie: If I sold shoes like these,
I'd want to keep track of who bought them,
so I could sell them more.
Which means a database.
The main dealer's here in Paris.
I'll make a call.
Allo, bonjour, this is Detective San.
Do you keep a record of your clients?
Can we come and see you? Now?
Thank you. We'll be right there.
So, not only do they keep track of their customer base,
but the shoes are handmade.
There's a serial number in the sole of each shoe
that corresponds to the customer.
Which means a name.
Yeah. The store's about to close,
but the manager's waiting for us.
Let's go.
You three wait for Louis at the crime scene. We'll go.
Eva, I want to apologize for what happened on the train.
No good cop can sleep well, sir.
[Cell phone rings]
Yeah. Major Daniel.
Hey. Well, it's like I said, Louis.
They're not happy with your change in assignment.
The French are up in arms.
Which French?
36.
Laveaux. Thank you, Dorn.
Can you go faster, please?
Is there something wrong?
36 is angry.
Who's 36?
The Direction Regionale de Police Judiciaire de Paris.
We call it "36"
because of their headquarters' address,
and they are very territorial.
We have authorization, though.
We do.
But the team doesn't, and they are in the park.
What's going on?
A young boy found a dead dog up there.
Oh?
What sort of dog was it?
Anne-Marie?
Uh, sorry.
We're almost done here. Merci beaucoup.
So this entire crime scene can be reproduced now?
In holographic form.
That's unbelievable.
We first used it on a case in Sittensen,
near Hamburg.
Asian triads killed a number of civilians
in a Chinese restaurant, a massacre.
We were able to show the jury
exactly where each of the shooters had been standing,
and who they actually killed.
- That's an impressive toy. - Yeah.
We could even use it to find any evidence
missed the first time.
Are you saying we missed something?
No, I meant...
Who are you all?
We're police officers with...
- We're investigating a mur... - Investigating?
What the hell are three foreign officers doing
inside a Parisian crime scene?
Well, it's kind of hard to explain,
but Major Daniel will be on his way to...
Good. He can come collect you at headquarters.
What?
Will handcuffs be necessary?
[♪]
We're here.
Go ahead in. I need a minute.
Alone.
Okay.
Probably take 'em a few minutes to look it up, anyway.
I just... I just need a minute.
No trouble. Take your time.
Hello?
Anne-Marie?
Anybody here?
Ah!
Anne-Marie!
Where's my phone?
[Panting] Where's my phone?
Come on! Come on!
No!
Paris emergency!
Paris emergency...
17! 17... 17.
Keep it quiet.
- Are these their phones? - Yes, sir.
Copy their contact names.
How do you turn it on?
I'd really rather you didn't.
I didn't mean Traveller Camps smell.
[Quietly] Idiot.
I only meant that you living like that,
living in a camp with a lot of other families,
you must've...
Come across
bad smells.
Is this an apology?
It's meant to be.
You're an only child, right?
Parents like yours,
a solicitor and an MP,
they don't go in for a mess of kids.
What's your point?
You're a cliche.
I'm proud I grew up Pavee.
Four brothers and three sisters,
and we didn't have Jack...
But we had a family.
No! [Pounds] Don't press that button!
I haven't downloaded the images from the park yet.
Images? From my crime scene?
Your crime scene?
- Tommy. - His crime scene?
They missed the wounds on the wrists and thighs...
What? They missed the blood spatters in the trees,
and they missed the shoe!
- Shoe? - Major Daniel can explain.
Major Daniel?
He was supposed to keep me informed. He didn't.
You have every right to be angry.
I am deeply sorry we've offended you.
We should've asked your permission
before we entered your jurisdiction,
but it was an oversight,
not an intentional slight.
What shoe?
If you removed evidence from a crime scene,
I'll have you all brought up in front of a judge.
You went through us
like we was virgins on our wedding night.
Didja find any evidence?
You put them in the cage?
These foreigners were trespassing.
This is an order from the I.C.C.,
directing my team
to investigate a series of murders.
So, now, Laveaux,
you are interfering in my investigation.
Right?
Open it.
Hi, guys.
I brought identification and guns.
There you go.
Ah.
Welcome home, girls.
Talking of cliches.
- Commissaire Laveaux? - What?
An American is reporting a murdered man in a shoe store
and an officer missing.
- What shoe store? - Charles Gallant.
Hickman...
Are you okay?
You shouldn't have brought me here, Louis.
I wasn't...
I'm not... I'm not ready.
I'm not right.
What do you mean, you're "not right"?
The drugs, my head... I'm not...
I'm not thinking clearly, anymore!
There's nothing wrong with your head.
Carl, listen to me.
I was watching you,
when you read that man at the carnival.
You even knew about the mistress and the baby!
I saw him! Okay?
I saw him. The day before.
He was at the carnival with the girl, with the girlfriend.
And the baby!
There was no reading involved, there was no...
no deduction or nothin'.
I just... I saw him.
I saw him.
This is not your fault.
I let her come in alone.
I stayed in the car for a few minutes.
Because I had to do something.
I let her come in alone.
We have roadblocks
on every major road leaving Paris.
We'll find her.
Patrolman: Diplomatic plates. U.S. Embassy.
Let him through.
Okay, this way. This way. Move on.
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