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Hi, cowboy. 25 euros... and I speak German, French, Spanish...

Maria? - No, Pink Diamond.

Maria... It's me, Jean-Louis.

BUSY

Hi, Greta. - Hi.

Jean-Louis! How did you find me?

Can we go for a walk?

Yeah.

Yes?

OK.

I was wondering when I was going to hear from you.

Mommy?

Mommy?

Good morning, Sugarsweet. - Good morning, Audra.

Mommy?

Mommy?

What's up, Kit? - Hi, Harald.

I've got William McLean from Europol here. I'm putting you on speaker.

Hi there, Harald. - Hello there, William.

Are you enjoying Switzerland?

Yes, I am, actually.

I think we've got something that might interest you.

OK.

A Lithuanian woman was murdered last night at the Hotel Europe in Copenhagen.

Here are some photos you should see, Harald.

Her name is Vaida Alomis.

She was found by her five-year-old daughter, shot through her left eye.

Right middle finger cut off and removed from the crime scene.

Friday night, the same thing happened in Antwerp.

Greta Orlova, Lithuanian again, expensive call girl...

Killed by a shot through her left eye, finger cut off and removed,

this time the right index finger.

The day before, the same MO in Berlin. Maria "Schmidt".

ID undetermined, but German, killed by a shot through her left eye.

Once again a finger is missing,

this time the little finger on her right hand.

Has the press gotten wind of the MO?

No. - I'd keep it like that for a while.

Europol is setting up a joint investigation team between Berlin,

Antwerp and Copenhagen.

Well...

Does sound interesting, doesn't it?

Good. Your colleagues will be from Antwerp,

Chief Inspector Alicia Verbeek, and Jackie Mueller.

Who? - Jackie Mueller.

Police Superintendent from the BKA in Berlin. Ring a bell?

Harald?

Think I'll have to pass on this one. - What?

I'm on vacation with my wife.

Are you serious? - I'm sorry.

Take care now.

Harald?

He rang off.

Was it beautiful up there?

Who did you climb with?

You know you're going to be a father soon.

I've been practicing for that route for a week.

That's not necessary. It's not necessary, goddammit.

Shouldn't you pack, you've got a plane to catch?

No. I'm staying here.

What?

I'm going to let Finn handle it. - Finn?

Finn.

Are you serious? Don't you want to catch him before he kills again?

We are on holiday and you're not allowed to fly. I'm not leaving you here alone.

I have loads of reading to do. I'll be fine.

I'll just catch the train home tomorrow.

Didn't you say she was shot in the eye?

What wasn't she supposed to see? Or what did she see?

What did she see, what did the other women see?

Liv...

I love you.

Is something wrong?

No.

Jackie! - Lilli, can you get that?

Hello?

Yes.

It's for you, Mommy. - Thank you, sweetie.

Jackie speaking. - Jackie? It's Rainer Stark.

Who was that Danish Chief Superintendent you were in New York with?

What was his name?

I don't remember, why? - He's in.

He will be the Danish part of our team.

Harald Bjørn! Of course. That's it.

Do you have a problem with that? - No, why should I?

The man is good at what he does? - Yes.

Thank you again for choosing my daughter to be your assistant on this case.

Don't mention it. - OK, right.

OK.

Was that necessary?

You have such an awful father?

Come on. We're late. Come on.

Mommy, how come you're not going ice skating with us?

Sweetie, I have work to do.

But tell Dad to take some photos when you're on the ice.

Sari is taking them skating. I'm just dropping them off. I have a meeting.

Bye.

Have fun.

Yeah, ice skating! - Bye!

Hurry up, let's go.

Maria "Schmidt"... isn't anyone missing you?

Let's get started. Come on.

Finn...

They know one another, the women.

Yes, and there are four. Not three. There's one more woman.

Who is the fourth one? And will she be next?

I'll get it sent to Berlin and to Antwerp and to Harald.

Harald Bjørn.

Hi, it's Jackie... Mueller.

It's been a long time. - Yeah, yeah...

Yeah, it has.

I just wanted to say hi before we meet later.

That's a good idea.

So how have you been?

I'm fine. And you? - Well, you know...

Yeah.

You still married?

Yeah, I am.

And you, have you... - Yeah yeah. Just last year,

soon to be a father.

Wow!

What about Antwerp? Have you heard who it will be?

Alicia Verbeek, do you know her? - Wait a second...

No, I don't know her.

Did you receive the photo? - Of the women? Yeah, I did.

At first, I was convinced

the motive for the murders lay within a deviant corner

of the perpetrator's mind.

But now? - Well, it's this photo, isn't it?

Why the eyes?

Maybe they're witnesses to something.

We should shift our view from something pathological to something even bigger?

Yes. I think so.

Yeah, that makes sense.

Why are we talking about this again? - Things are different now.

Forgive me for being blunt, but I think you created the problem yourself.

Assuming I forgive you for being blunt, how did I create the problem myself?

By handing the case to Alicia Verbeek.

She's young, very ambitious and very much a woman.

Until this morning, Greta Orlova was just a dead high-class hooker

in a hotel courtyard. The past will be kept out of this case.

That won't be easy. I assume I... - Frank! That wasn't a question.

You just made a mistake. It can happen to anyone. We all make mistakes.

Especially women?

And Frank, calm down. You've already proved you are good at what you do.

Take it easy, Frank, slow down a bit.

Alicia Verbeek is to be kept on a short, a very short leash.

Hi there. - Hi, Kit.

That photograph... What can you tell me about it?

It's from 2008. Taken on the Croisette, in Cannes, during the film festival.

There's a newspaper in the photo.

With a headline about that mafia film, "Gomorra", it won the Grand Prix.

Does he cut off their fingers to get their rings?

Maybe. Are you running face recognition on the fourth?

I'll make sure it's done quickly. - OK, bye.

Mrs. Orlova, I know you're grieving for your daughter, Greta,

and I'm very sorry that we have to do this now...

But if you can help us in any way at all...

I would like to ask you to look at this picture

and tell me whether you know this girl. This fourth girl.

It must be very hard for you, as a mother,

to accept that your daughter makes a living by selling her body,

by selling herself,

but you don't have to be ashamed about it. Not with me.

I'm not ashamed of my daughter. I'm proud she follows in my footsteps.

Followed.

You're proud? - Yes.

Excuse me.

These are your daughter's belongings. Can you please make sure it's all there?

Except for the ring, of course.

I believe you know who killed your daughter.

I'd like to go home.

And the two other girls, Mrs Orlova?

There are two other families grieving for the loss of their children.

Look!

Maria, Vaida.

Look at the picture, please.

Your daughter, Greta.

Who is she? Who is the fourth girl?

Look at the picture. Look at it. Mrs. Orlova.

Look! Hello? Just look at the fucking picture!

Here, who is she?

You know her. I can see it in your eyes. Who is she?

I assume you came to Belgium all the way from Lithuania

because you believe in the system, you believe in democracy and justice.

Now, tell me, don't you want revenge? Don't you want to avenge your daughter?

Revenge? - Yes.

Sugarsweet! Sugarsweet! Please!

Audra! I'm sorry.

Harald, thanks for coming back. Where's the sports car?

Well, I'm going to be a father now, so...

Well, then there's also room for a lift. - Sure.

Who's running this place? - Billy.

Billy the Kid? - Now it's Billy the King.

Billy is the hotel's administrator,

apparently with carte blanche to use the place however he sees fit.

We still haven't found the victim's finger, nor the murder weapon.

It's understandable he's pissed off.

What kind of idiot chucks a dead body into his little kingdom?

This is where Billy and Sugarsweet ran their illegal brothel, with ten girls.

Trafficked? - Yes, some of them.

Vaida lived here permanently. Billy gave her a special position.

That doesn't sound like Billy. - Because of the child.

That still doesn't sound like Billy. Who owns the hotel?

It was bought by a real-estate company controlled by a foreign investment bank.

MacLean is checking it out at Europol.

They precooked Asian fast food for various customers around Copenhagen.

They were smuggled into the country. Cheap labor, beaten instead of paid.

Why are they tied up like that? - They're waiting to be taken in.

But why are they tied up like that?

So they can't run away. - Where would they run to?

See that they get clean clothes. They aren't going past the press like this.

And, Finn... That guy is sick. He needs to go to hospital, OK?

Are you sure you don't want a ride home? - Yes.

Anything else?

I lost it for a moment, she was making me so angry.

But we shouldn't have let her go?

It seems she really got to you. - What?

You've been lied to by people hundreds of times before,

people who either won't or don't dare tell the truth.

Don't defend people like that, Frank.

A mother like that who is proud her daughter is a whore, just like her.

A hooker defends her job. What else can she do?

Stop now or we'll have an argument.

You have no idea what you're talking about.

I don't understand why social services haven't picked her up yet.

Did you put the photograph in the book? - She's only five years old.

Did you? - Yes.

Hello.

What's milk in Lithuanian?

"Pieno". - "Pieno"?

You're good at English. Did your mother teach you?

One. Two. Three. Four...

What's after four? - Five.

Five. Yeah, five. Yeah.

Five. Six.

Seven. Nine...

Eight.

No. Nine.

Eight.

One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven,

nine, ten.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten.

Are you sure? Can I see?

Yeah, you're right.

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Thank you. There you go.

Sorry. What's that?

That's me in my mommy's belly.

And that's my mommy.

Is it?

Who are the others? Are they... friends?

That's Greta. And that's Maria.

And...

I don't remember her.

Try to see if you can remember. - I can't.

Well, maybe I can help you.

Let's see.

How long before my mom's not dead anymore?

Women's smocks! Why the hell didn't you use our technician suits?

Probably a fake bought for 20 euros.

No, it's real.

That guy, Theo Janke...

The trucker who saw the guy with the nicotine gum and the gold tooth...

Yes? What about him?

His wife and his boss both confirm that he arrived home at 11.30 p.m.,

which also fits with his tachograph.

So how many men do we have an ID and an alibi for now?

11 out of 16. But the one with the gold tooth isn't one of them.

The lab has compared the DNA on the nicotine gum

with the fingerprints on the sign, the saliva on the teacup and the condoms.

So Goldtooth turned the card round and drank tea with Maria?

Yes, but he didn't have sex with her. - Unless he likes to live dangerously.

Forensics examined her. Vaginally, anally, orally. No trace of him.

It seems it's not a rape that suddenly escalated.

So you don't believe all this here was just spontaneous?

Copenhagen, Berlin, Antwerp, three "spontaneous" details.

Plus he brought garden scissors and a gun with him.

"Dearest little Maria,

I can't sleep, thinking about whether one day your dreams will come true.

Gabriella."

Hello. - Gabriella.

There's a lot of snow on the road, so I think I'll be there around 6:30.

Did you say hello to Maria from me? - Yes, and to Greta and Vaida.

I'll call you later.

The way he killed her, in cold blood and full of contempt,

somehow doesn't fit with him having had tea with her before.

Maybe he's a sadist?

Postmarked in Pfarrwerfen... - The Austrian Alps.

Maybe family? - Eva, can you check this out, please?

And also who licked the stamp.

All were killed at night, at relatively safe locations for the murderer.

Little risk of being discovered. Conscious selection of the victims.

Not in the heat of the moment. - A psychopath maybe?

Natascha, if you had a new assistant, how would you tell her in a nice way

that she didn't have to constantly demonstrate her ability?

Why did he choose precisely those three women?

What do they have in common? - They are prostitutes...

Besides that. Perhaps they are friends.

One worked in a squalid lay-by, the other at a luxury hotel

and the third in an illegal brothel.

What made them go their different ways?

Finished doing the chewing gum, Gunther? - Yes.

As you know, our saliva is a bit like a mirror of our blood.

In his saliva there is evidence of carcinoma molecular structures.

Our man has cancer. - Is he dying?

Inform Antwerp and Copenhagen. Europol as well.

Fingerprints, DNA, teeth, all biological information we have on him.

OK.

Thank you.

Harald! I have a match. - Great!

I found the fourth girl through face recognition. In a Belgian newspaper.

She's Belgian.

But look at this...

Jean-Louis Poquelin.

Gold tooth. Also Belgian.

Arrested for her murder.

Armande Claes. 25 years old.

Killed the same way as Greta Orlova, Maria Schmidt and Vaida Alomis.

I don't believe it! - She's been dead for six years.

Why do we have to read about it in the newspapers?

I thought the Belgians were on-board?

She's been dead for six years.

Anything else I should know? - No.

We're completely up to speed with them?

Perhaps you should have combed you hair.

Hi.

I am Alicia Verbeek. This is my assistant, Frank Aers.

Harald Bjørn. Nice to have you with us.

Kit Ekdal. Digital investigator. - Hi.

Hi. - Hi.

I'm Jackie Mueller. This is Detective Natascha Stark.

Hello.

Alicia Verbeek and this is Frank Aers. - Nice to meet you.

Yeah, so everybody is here.

Just before we came on, we discovered that the fourth woman in the photo,

Armande Claes, a Belgian citizen born in Ghent on 17th of August 1983,

was killed in Antwerp, 31st of May six years ago.

But I assume you already knew that. - No, we didn't.

Same MO as the other three murders.

On that same day, 31st of May, the Belgian police arrest her boyfriend,

Jean-Louis Poquelin, and charge him with the murder.

We believe that Jean-Louis Poquelin is also responsible

for the three recent murders in Copenhagen, Berlin and Antwerp.

Can't blame you for thinking that. - Excuse me.

I asked you to run the information through the database

and compare it to other murders.

It's here. The summary of the Armande Claes case.

I've got nothing.

Sorry... Jean-Louis Poquelin... Born on 10th of May 1970 in Namur.

He's a prize-winning journalist, documentary maker. He's a writer...

He writes crime novels. Not bad.

Armande Claes was found in his apartment, here in Antwerp.

Any thoughts on motive? - Yeah, here it says jealousy.

He found out his girlfriend was prostituting herself

during the film festival in Cannes the week before the murder.

He refuses to plead guilty,

nevertheless he is jailed for 14 months,

there's a settlement, he asks for compensation,

feels stigmatized, socially degraded, blah blah blah... That's it.

But why wait six years and then suddenly decide to kill the other three

in the course of one weekend?

We're sending out an international APB.

We need access to his mobile and credit cards to follow his geographic progress.

OK. Jean-Louis Poquelin, who is he?

His friends, his lovers, his family.

His latest address, computer, possible hospital admittance, passenger lists...

Something else. In the DNA off his chewing gum we found out he has cancer.

So it is possible you'll find him on some hospital register somewhere.

Does he write about what he... what he does?

What? - You told me you'd read his books.

No. - Yes, you did.

You did. You said you did.

Read them and find out

if there's a connection between the killings and what he writes.

Should we agree to meet here in, say... two hours?

Yeah. - Bye, see you.

What the fuck, Frank? I asked you before we came in if we were up to speed.

It would have taken you three seconds to find the old murder.

It is rather embarrassing. But I've got some problems at the moment...

Solve them. If you want to continue working with me, then solve them.

A shocking sight met the police this morning

when they were called out to a murder committed at the Hotel Europe

on Vesterbro, in Copenhagen.

The dead woman is Lithuanian citizen Vaida Alomis,

who was staying at the hotel with her 5-year-old daughter.

Police have identified the murder as connected to similar killings in Berlin

and Antwerp but have revealed no details of that part of the investigation.

Police say the closed Hotel Europe was a center for human trafficking

and a number of Chinese men were found working in the hotel kitchen,

producing fast food under extremely unhygienic conditions.

Police believe the men were held captive as forced laborers...

This is what I need.

Jean-Louis Poquelin stayed at the Astoria hotel last night.

Paid with his own credit card. - How did he get here?

By plane from Brussels.

If we'd busted a house full of cocaine, we'd have gotten a medal.

But a house full of slaves, we're just being damn difficult.

What about the sick Chinese? - He's in hospital.

The other Chinese were taken straight to Sandholm Camp

until we send them back to Holland and they'll probably send them to Greece

or wherever they may have entered Schengen.

Hi. - Hi, honey.

Thanks for convincing me to go. - It was a good thing you went.

I saw all about that Belgian man on TV. Jeez!

Are you OK? - Yes.

Is she kicking?

Can we talk about work? - Sure, what is it?

He's traveling using his own name. He's done nothing to hide his identity.

Why?

Either a killer is overtaken by emotional intoxication...

I don't know... Hatred, greed or whatever it may be.

Or something else is driving him.

Yes. What?

Come on... - Honey, I don't have a lot of time.

I'm not the forensic psychiatrist. - He wants to be seen.

But, if he wants to be seen, why is he hiding?

Because he doesn't want to be arrested.

Or there may be a whole other reason.

Yes, yes...

Just because he has been seen at the crime scene

doesn't necessarily mean he is the killer.

Jean-Louis.

You must have driven very fast. - Yeah.

It went OK?

Yes.

I have it all here. All three of them.

I've been driving since early this morning. Is it OK if I take a bath?

You can watch the videos if you can't wait.

So you know why I'm here, don't you?

You know the story already.

Yes, but you were there when it happened.

Describe it. What happened exactly?

He killed her.

Who? - Why are you acting so strange?

Marius, you already know that. - Yeah. How did he do it?

He...

He held the gun in front of Armande's eye.

We thought he was just playing around, you know...

As usual, for dessert it was the four of us girls,

me and Vaida for the client, Maria and Armande for Marius himself.

But Armande didn't want to any longer.

He was sweet and just asked her why. If she had fallen in love or...

And she said yes, with Jean-Louis.

And... then he held the gun in front of her left eye.

He really enjoyed her fear before pulling the trigger.

The ruby ring Marius had given her, of course he wanted it back, but...

But her fingers were swollen, so he took a pair of bolt cutters and...

This will exonerate you completely. We can get Loukauskis convicted.

Yeah. Thank you.

Thank you for convincing me to find the girls.

Following the murder of prostitutes in Berlin, Antwerp and Copenhagen,

the police are searching Europe for Belgian writer Jean-Louis Poquelin.

Six years ago Poquelin was charged... - What is she saying?

... the murder of his lover, Armande Claes.

Anyone with any information should contact the police.

Jean-Louis?

Are they dead? - Yes.

My God! Marius Loukauskis, he did it again.

He framed me six years ago. Why?

Why?

They must have hacked into my computer. - Then they must know we're here now.

We need to get away from here. You have to get dressed. Come on.

Hurry up. Get dressed. - You're the only one who knew.

I didn't write about where that trailer was. You're the only one who knew.

Loukauskis...

How much did he pay you?

I'm sorry...

I'm sorry.

What is that? - Come on, let's go.

Wait.

Hurry! This way to the garage.

This way!

Come on! - OK.

Open the door!

Come on! Quick!

Go!

Come here!

On your knees!

Jean-Louis Poquelin...

... it's an honor to meet you.

No... - Sorry.