A Most Wanted Man

Yes.

I picked him up from the airport

this afternoon.

I know.

You know what I need?

Are you afraid, my friends? Of us?

Of Islam?

People are suffering

throughout the Muslim world.

In Palestine, Afghanistan, Baghdad.

But do I believe terrorism

is the justifiable consequence

of this suffering?

No.

Violence against the innocent

is not the way of Allah.

My charities are set up around the world

to stamp out poverty, as well as promote

religious tolerance and understanding.

We rely on your generous support

to continue our work.

Thank you.

Yes, Maxi.

- Maxi? What have you got?

- Yeah?

Around 11:
00 a. m. police received a report

about a suspicious figure

in the central train station.

They were sent this image

taken from a mobile phone.

The quality's not great

but good enough to make a match.

Karpov, Issa.

Chechen, 26.

Classified as an escaped militant jihadist.

Potentially violent.

Approach with caution.

Pull that down.

Security footage has him returning

to the station five times during the day.

- Do we know that guy?

- Not yet. Working on it.

Give me the hands.

Some sort of note?

Currency maybe.

That's our last sight of him.

- Who else knows he's out there?

- The cops haven't made a connection.

- And upstairs?

- Doesn't look like it.

If not yet they will soon.

Karl, Rasheed, start with the mosques,

homeless shelters, don't break anything.

Niki, try the railway station.

Find out who the hell

that scrawny bastard is.

Great.

Thank you.

Lssa Karpov.

A Muslim first name

and a Russian last name.

What does that tell us?

That the boy is confused.

And no patronymic.

Is he the son of nobody?

Lssa... Jesus no less.

Maybe he's the son of God

and he's come to save us.

Save me.

Coffee, black.

Coffee, black.

- One euro.

- Cheers.

Thank you.

Hello.

That scrawny bastard,

they call him the Admiral.

He's drinking at Silbersack Bar.

I think you know the place?

Better than I should.

I'm looking at the receipts

from Abdullah's trip to Dubai.

Why make a four hour layover, in Cyprus,

on your way back from Dubai, to Frankfurt?

When you can fly direct?

I don't know, Gunther. Air miles?

With my luck that's probably all it is.

"Seven Friends. "

- Is that all you have Gnther?

- I wish.

It's a shipping company based in Cyprus.

Okay, I'll check it.

All right. Bye-bye.

Admiral.

Admiral.

Herr Dinkelmann.

Missing persons.

Strange boy.

Nervous.

He asked me to find someone for him.

A banker.

And this banker,

did he have a name?

You don't want it?

Brue.

Monsieur Tommy Brue.

Brue.

Word is Mohr is on to something.

His boys are hitting the streets.

Gnther?

They found Karpov.

Good.

Keep him walking.

Karpov, the Russian, he's ours.

Am I to understand you've found him?

I remind you that your license

to operate in Hamburg

is contingent

on your co-operation with my office.

I am co-operating, Dieter.

I want this kid to talk

to whoever he was told to talk to,

pray wherever he was told to pray,

sleep wherever he was told to sleep.

I don't want anybody else

getting close to him before we do.

And if this kid lets off a bomb?

It's in your hands, Gnther.

Thank Christ it's not in yours

because if it was you'd f*ck it up.

Then I want it in writing,

your signature on the letter,

because when the bomb goes off

in Hamburg

I want you there

to see the blood on the streets.

Have you ever seen blood on the streets?

Clown.

Melik. We have a guest.

This is Issa, from Chechnya.

That's the kind of face I make.

Weddings.

Every time I attend one, I see

another good woman going to the wall.

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