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Marius Loukauskis.

Lithuanian living in Berlin. Started out as a common pimp.

All through the '90s he, and his then wife, Dahlia Loukauskis, made a fortune

bringing thousands of East European girls to the West.

She knew Berlin, he provided girls by the dozen.

Today he's a major supplier in organized human trafficking.

William, sorry, but... What's his connection to the case?

I thought you were the one who wanted to know who controlled the company

that owns the Hotel Europe?

I bet he's well pissed off at the attention

his company is getting because of this dead hooker.

Basically, Loukauskis always works under the radar

and, so far, legally he's been untouchable.

But, if you guys can nail him, we'll be the first to celebrate.

Thank you for your help. - It is my pleasure.

What happened exactly?

He killed her.

Who?

Marius, you already know that.

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

We thought he was just playing around...

You're a brave man. You have our respect.

But you've got a lot more on Marius Loukauskis, don't you?

Password.

Hey!

Hi.

You've changed.

I mean, not... - Hi.

Hi. - Hello.

Where is the sugar? - I thought you didn't take any.

Do you want sugar? - Yeah, actually, yes.

Here. Real Belgian sugar.

Thanks.

Right. - Hey.

Does the name Iris Gabler mean anything to you?

Something to do with jazz? - Yes.

Iris Gabler along with her husband Roland Arendt have offered a reward

of 150,000 euros for information leading to the arrest of Maria's murderer.

And why is Maria more important to them than the other two girls?

Because Iris Gabler and Roland Arendt are Maria's parents.

OK. - Watch this.

Happy birthday to you!

Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Maria!

They are seriously rich. Or, rather, Iris is.

The family made their money in oak.

Their daughter. Why haven't we heard about this before?

When Maria turned 20, she changed her name from Gabler to Schmidt.

She dropped a bachelor's degree in corporate economics and disappeared.

Why? - Her mother takes up a lot of space...

And maybe a young man came along.

Or some friends like the bikini girls in the picture?

Can you show the bikini girls again?

They must be in their twenties, no? - Yeah...

We've only just reached her parents this evening.

Right after they landed from New Orleans.

I have something else on Jean-Louis.

He was writing a book when he was arrested,

about a Lithuanian gangster, a Marius Loukauskis.

I just spoke to Europol. Loukauskis owns Hotel Europe in Copenhagen.

OK.

Do you have Jean-Louis' notes for the book?

Unfortunately not, but from what came out of his interrogation back then,

it seemed he'd had a lot of long conversations with this Loukauskis.

And some people even described them as friends, so...

Can you give me what you have on that? - Yeah, I'll do.

I also have that geographic progress of Jean-Louis that you asked for.

At 9.30 a.m.,

he uses his credit card at a service station an hour's drive from Berlin.

And then he used it again two and a half hours ago

at a motel called Schlössl, in Austria.

We found a postcard in Maria's trailer. It's from a Gabriella in Austria.

There's an interrogation of a Gabriella in the old case. Just a second.

She wrote on the postcard that she hoped she would see Maria's dreams come true.

Here she is. Gabriella Vinci.

Six years ago she was mama for Armande, Maria, Vaida and Greta.

Do you have an address? - Yeah. Pfarrwerfen.

The Austrian Alps.

69 kilometers from where Jean-Louis used his credit card 2 1/2 hours ago...

Driving in the mountains with snow and twilight,

he could have arrived one hour ago.

Kit, can you get me... What's his name?

He is garrison commander at the mobile EKO COBRA unit in Salzburg.

Oscar... - Oscar Koberger.

Yeah.

We'll talk in a bit. - OK, bye.

Oscar? This is Harald Bjørn.

Hi, Jackie. - Hi.

Are you already in bed? - Not yet. When will you be home?

There's something I have to finish first.

Do what you have to. Have you eaten?

Yes. - OK, then I'll put the food away.

You...

I'll tell you later. Bye.

This Gabriella... A woman who sells other women to men for sex...

That discussion is sentimental and old-fashioned.

Women are best at recruiting other women for prostitution.

They are the best role-models and also ruthless when it comes to sex.

I just wanted to say she must be able to judge a woman's sexual potential.

Not just if she's good-looking, but also if she's good in bed.

Wow! - See you tomorrow!

Thank you.

Is Pernel still here? - Yes.

You do realize what a confrontation with Mrs. Pernel could mean to your career?

I'd sleep on it, if I were you.

That was very short notice. - Was it difficult to get away?

I'm supposedly in the car outside the theater, waiting for Bianca.

The performance ends in 45 minutes.

You can do this in your sleep?

Don't forget the glasses.

Loukauskis figures twice in the case I'm working on now.

The murders of the prostitutes.

Iris Gabler's daughter is one of them, right?

Yes.

You and I haven't seen each other for a long time.

We can't see each other at all anymore now Loukauskis also appears in my case.

You'll have a new contact.

They are friends, the Gabler family and Loukauskis.

What? - They are neighbors. In Potsdam.

Iris Gabler, her husband... They are very close. Dinners, parties...

Business? - Don't know.

Loukauskis' daughter is lovely.

Bianca is the same age as Maria. They had been friends since they were kids.

She was broken-hearted when she heard Maria was dead.

Who is this here? - That's her fiancé, Sep.

To be exact, Count Carl Friedrich Septimus, old Prussian nobility.

Well well...

I don't think he has quite realized yet that he is only there

to give his father-in-law social status.

Bianca drank herself into a stupor at her engagement party.

Poor girl.

I carried her up to bed.

Well, Max... I've enjoyed working with you, thank you.

Come here.

It's the last time the two of us will have sex.

You can't leave without "secretary hair".

You're so naughty.

What makes you think you'd be the one on top?

Take care of yourself.

WOMEN CAN NOW FEEL SAFE AGAIN

REPORT NR. ANT/52674.542 ARMANDE CLAES

FORENSIC REPORT SEARCH

NO RESULT. NEW SEARCH?

FORENSIC INVESTIGATION JEAN-LOUIS POQUELIN

NO RESULT. NEW SEARCH?

Mrs. Pernel. We need an international court order

to make Jean-Louis' Internet provider inform us whenever he goes online.

All legal doors are wide open. The man is wanted for three murders.

OK. Perfect.

why didn't you tell me

you led the investigation into the murder of Armande Claes?

You can't possibly have failed to notice the similarities between the two cases.

It was a test.

You are young, ambitious and a woman.

I had to know if you are also intelligent.

Why didn't the case come to court?

A dropped indictment can also be regarded as a kind of punishment,

when you're sure you have the right man but don't have enough evidence.

The girl who was murdered Friday... - Greta Orlova.

Exactly. She was a crown witness,

but withdrew her statement the day after Jean-Louis was arrested.

Why? - We can no longer ask her that now...

Did you ever have any doubts about the question of Jean-Louis' guilt?

The man was covered in blood, and not just literally.

He grew up in a rather... difficult milieu.

My point is that even the sweetest kid can be perverted by sick morals.

I assume you read and signed the forensic report on Armande.

Yes, of course.

And that report supports your opinion? - Yes.

Well, that report has disappeared.

I imagine you'd like a glass of wine. - No, I don't drink.

Harald, are you still with us? - Still here.

So let's start.

We have arrived at the cottage.

Be ready to go in.

Ready. Go, go, go!

Open the door!

It's very quiet in here.

Harald.

Did you see this, Harald? She's dead.

Is Jean-Louis there?

No, only his wallet.

Oscar, get your people out of there.

It's a crime scene. - OK.

Pull out! Pull out!

Sorry, I have to take this call. Hi, Harald...

Shit... OK... So what do we do now?

Yes, OK. Yeah, see you in Salzburg. Sure, bye.

Fuck. Another woman has been killed, one Gabriella Vinci.

I have to go now. Sorry. Enjoy your meal.

Hello, De Kloet speaking. - Hello.

Is that forensic pathologist Aart De Kloet?

Yes. - Sorry to disturb you so late.

My name is Alicia Verbeek, I'm an inspector...

I retired long ago...

Yes, but I'm calling about the murder of Armande Claes,

6 years ago, I don't know if you remember that case.

What did you say your name was again? - Alicia Verbeek.

Verbeek? I'd been expecting you to call me.

OK...

Could we meet, maybe in an hour?

Yes, of course we can.

Great. See you later.

Fi!

Fi!

Good. See you tomorrow, Harald. Bye.

Hi. - I didn't hear you come in.

I didn't want to wake up the girls.

Have you had a nice day?

We have to decide what to get Lilli for her birthday.

Sure. But I have to leave for Salzburg tomorrow before you're awake.

Salzburg?

Why Salzburg? - There has been another murder.

Like the other ones?

Jackie? - I've just thought of something.

In that case, I have something I might as well do too.

Come on.

It can't be the same person.

Mr. Arendt...

Mrs. Gabler, Commissioner Natascha Stark. My condolences.

Unfortunately I have to prepare you for...

Due to our on-going investigations, we were unable to inform you earlier

about the exact circumstances of the murder.

I also have to tell you that you may not talk about how your daughter...

No, no...

I would like to be alone with my child.

Hi, sweetheart. - Hi.

Was it good to go home, to our own bed? - I'm in Salzburg.

So, if you're enjoying Switzerland, you don't have to hurry home.

And not start giving birth either?

Has it started? - No...

Just the usual contractions. - OK.

Have you seen the news?

It has happened again. In an Alpine cottage here, near Salzburg.

I saw it.

You are busy. We'll talk later.

By the way, you forgot your list of the Europol team.

Shall I just tear it up and throw it away or...?

Just throw it away.

OK. See you.

How was your trip? - Good. How about you?

Sunrise over the Alps... Pretty OK.

I missed that part. I had a nap, also very nice.

Shall we? - Yeah.

Hey. - Hi.

So... I think we made a mistake. I don't think Jean-Louis killed Armande.

Look... These are X-rays from the coroner's report

that had disappeared and now has not disappeared...

Disappeared how? - Belgian style...

Anyway, look at the bullet's trajectory through Armande's skull.

According to the coroner, this X-ray clears Jean-Louis completely

because he's left-handed.

The angle is wrong. - It makes total sense to me.

You would think that each murder would make him more experienced, right?

The finger in Antwerp is the most professionally done.

Look, a clean cut.

The one in Berlin is... well, OK, but no more than that.

Copenhagen... By now he should almost be an expert,

but this is the worst cut.

It's as if the finger was sawed through with the scissors.

The three murders were committed by three different psychological profiles.

Good morning.

Hey, Oscar. Nice to see you in real life, man.

Hi, Oscar. Nice to meet you. - Hey. Jackie.

They're expecting you up at the crime scene.

Poquelin's Peugeot 604 is probably the most wanted vehicle in Austria now.

But we haven't spotted it yet on our traffic monitors,

maybe he's keeping to the minor roads or maybe he's still in the area.

And it's probably not relevant, but the local sheriff, Dennis Dunkl,

thinks he saw two men climbing down towards Gabriella Vinci's house

around the time of the crime.

You asked for this.

It's quite a confession of guilt, leaving it behind.

I have to go. You'll be picked up soon.

See you. - Bye.

See you, Oscar.

Is he always that speedy? - Pretty much, yes.

I don't think it's a confession of guilt.

But somebody might want it to look like that.

Hired hands, you mean.

Commissioned by this guy, Marius Loukauskis.

Jean-Louis writes a book about Loukauskis,

when he's charged with the murder of his lover.

Then six years go by. Maybe the book is finished.

Maybe it's about to be printed.

And maybe that's why he's being framed for four new murders.

There's something I have to tell you.

The BKA has succeeded in getting an agent into Loukauskis' inner circle,

in another case.

More cops are on the way... - Where?

Close to that cottage.

No. No.

We'll ask you again. You wrote an entire book about Marius Loukauskis.

Huge amount of research, huge amount of documentation. Where did you hide it?

There's a web data hosting app on your computer.

So all we need is the password to your web server.

We can do it fast or we can do it slow, but in the end you are going to tell us.

What's it going to be?

Go fuck yourself.

Let's take the long, slow way.

Can you please show us where you saw the two men? Thanks.

Here is the place.

Here. - OK.

There? - Yeah. They went down there.

This was put there yesterday evening? - Yes.

Do you think that's the way they went down to the cottage?

It could be, it would be an effective surprise attack, wouldn't it?

A what? - An ambush.

Your car is... Careful!

Your car is down at the bottom of the ski lift and the...

... the cottage is further down the road.

Alright, thanks.

Do you want these? - Yeah, great. Thank you.

Is it these two men that you saw?

Cool. OK, thank you. OK.

Thanks again for... - No problem.

So this is where they came down. - Yeah.

There are only one or two footprints. - Yeah.

They knew what they were doing, that's for sure.

"Modern slavery".

"The illegal woman in the factory".

"Witness testimony".

"Maria, Greta, Vaida".

That book about Loukauskis,

this here looks like an attempt to structure the content.

Yeah.

Did you find his computer? - Computer? No.

I need a jar. - Sure.

Again completely different to the other cuts.

But, I think, so far the most professional one.

Yeah.

We found this.

They were lesbians.

Or else it was an advertisement for their business.

Two for one. - The young one, that's Maria Gabler.

Her parents have just lost their daughter.

And Gabriella Vinci, you can imagine how afraid you must be

when you know you're going to die...

Can I give this to you?

If they drove off in Jean-Louis' car...

Then they must have had another car hidden somewhere.

It'd be madness driving around in a car that's wanted all over Europe.

But what did they do with Jean-Louis? Is he still alive?

You haven't changed. It's always the human being that matters to you.

So...

How have you really been?

It was a tough time.

Yeah, yeah.

But I got over it.

Yeah well, so did I.

So did I.

Message received.

What the fuck are you doing? - I want to see a person drown.

I've just spoken to the client. He's not satisfied. The word amateur was used.

He's giving us one more chance. Now, can we get on with this interrogation?

I've always wanted a slice of human flesh.

No, no, no...

The password to your web server?

No! No!

"La Cathedrale". "La Cathedrale". - Spell it.

L A C A T H E D R A L E.

We're in.

Now you can kill me.

I'd start looking forward to it, if I were you.

Hi. - Hi.

You're all bundled up, is it cold? - It's OK.

Kit, I sent you some CCTV clips of two men for identification.

Could you do anything with them?

I'm sorry, I couldn't identify them from these photos

but if you look at the way he's holding his finger, the one on the right,

you'll see it looks like he's trying to get an earplug to stay put.

I'm thinking he's speaking on a mobile. The time code says 17:32.

According to our Austrian colleague at Europol,

last night there were only three calls made at precisely 17:32.

Two of them have been cleared, the third number,

we don't know who it belongs to, but it was active 15 minutes ago.

At or around a Villa Bianca by the lake. That's 3 km from you.

The villa belongs to the same company that owns Hotel Europe in Copenhagen.

In other words, Marius Loukauskis...

OK, thank you, Kit. Thank you very much. Bye.

Dennis...

Yes. The Cobras are on their way. - Good, just stay there.

Observe and wait.

OK, do you hear? - OK. See you down there. Bye.

Let's go. Alicia is at a place called Villa Bianca.

Can you find that? - Yeah, OK.

Come on, come on, come on...

Still nothing happening?

It says it can take up to an hour to download.

We haven't got a fucking hour.

What if he's messing with us and this isn't where he stores his shit.

No. No...

No!

Time to say goodbye to your hand.

I've told you everything. - The police!

They're coming this way.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

There it is, Villa Bianca.

Stop over there.

OK.

Wait, wait...

Take care. - Thank you.

It's OK. - Help me!

Help me... They're gone. Please, help me.

Please...

It's OK.

Here you go.

It's OK.

You're fine now. I'm from the police.

My name is Alicia. You're fine now...

OK. Thank you, Dennis.

Is he OK, Jean-Louis? - If you mean alive, then yes.

Dennis also said that there was no trace of the two hitmen and Jean-Louis' car.

Stop. Stop.

It's still warm.

Look, there.

There's a rope.

What about wait and observe? - Well...

I just want to observe a little closer, he?

Wait, wait, wait... Let's swap phones.

I track them, you track me. That's clever.

Take care. - Do you worry about me?

Fuck off.

Hi, it's Jackie Mueller. We've found Poquelin's car.

Yes, we need backup. I'll send you the coordinates.

It's Jackie. Where are you?

We've traced them to... I'll text you the coordinates.

Harald has gone after them, down the gorge...

Shit!

Come on, Mike! Move it!

Come on, Mike!

When this job is done, we're done. I'm not carrying you anymore, you get it?

I'm sick.

You do what you got to do and then we're leaving.

Don't fucking shoot me. Shoot him!

Goodbye!

Drop your guns! Stay where you are!

Hands up! Don't move!

Swap again?

It doesn't help me that I can't tell the press or anyone else

about how she died.

What do you mean?

I'm always going to see it in here.

And then her finger...

Roland, do you remember

how her tiny fingers played the piano

when she was just a little girl?

I'll come round again tomorrow. I'll let you two be alone now.

Her eye and her finger? He's copying Armande's murderer.

It's not Jean-Louis who killed the girls.

He's just been found tortured nearly to death in your villa in Austria.

In Villa Bianca?

Who's copying me?

Who wants to threaten my life? Who?