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(METAL CLINKING)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

(SNIFFLING)

The owner of the flat discovered them late Wednesday night.

(UNZIPPING)

It's him.

(SNIFFLING)

Yeah.

(SOBBING)

(GROANING)

(SOBBING)

PIERCE: The owner of the flat

discovered them late Wednesday night.

(SOBBING)

(SCREAMING)

Come on, it's gonna go.

It's a really good one. MAC: Sylvia!

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(WITH DUTCH ACCENT) So loud in there.

PIETER: Are these free?

They're all yours.

(EXHALING LOUDLY)

Football fans on trains are the worst.

MAC: Yeah. I'm Pieter.

I'm Mac.

And this is Sylvia.

On a tight budget, huh?

Scrapbook.

MAC: Nice tats, man.

Thanks.

I'm almost done with both sleeves.

Like a living canvas.

They're beautiful.

My wife appreciates art.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

(DOOR LOCK RATTLING GENTLY)

VALERIE: Oh, Jesus! Thank you.

Get up.

(SNIFFLES) I've been trying to call you.

I want to see Kimberly.

(JACOB MUTTERING)

Hey, what time is it?

VALERIE: 9:00. You look like shit.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, I feel like shit.

VALERIE: Get ready, I'll order you something to eat.

Oh, okay. God damn it, I'm not hungry. Stop.

Fine. I won't get you anything to eat.

(SIGHS) Fuck. Valerie.

Get off! No!

It doesn't help.

I need to see her. (SOBS)

You shouldn't.

Okay? Just trust me.

Then I want to see where it happened.

Give me a minute.

This is highly unconventional.

I don't give a damn.

I want to see it.

Just cut the tape.

It is still a crime scene.

Yeah. I've been a cop for 30 years.

I know how to walk through a crime scene.

Okay.

I'm afraid you'll have to wait downstairs.

PIERCE: We have dusted for prints, but...

JACOB: It's been rented by hundreds of people.

(JACOB SIGHS)

You've questioned everyone in these buildings?

Yes.

No one saw or heard anything.

There were two glasses in the sink,

only the victims' prints.

No one saw anything, no one heard anything,

and there was no forced entry...

JACOB: My daughter knew the killer.

She's a cop's kid, she would never let some stranger in.

We need to check their credit cards,

social media, everything. Find out where they were.

It's all in motion.

Where's the blood?

Their blood was completely drained.

PIERCE: The victims were on the bed.

The male victim's eyes were held open with pins.

His lips had something attached to them.

The female victim was in his arms.

The arms were severed below the elbow.

(MUFFLED SOBBING)

The left upper arm was inserted into the male victim's mouth.

Why do you think he posed them?

Because he's extremely sick, I'd imagine.

But he was saying something.

A highly organised crime scene

like this is done for a specific reason.

The couple that was murdered in Madrid,

are there similarities?

A few.

Were they staged, Inspector?

I can't say.

At this stage, it's not clear

whether or not these are isolated incidents.

We both know this is not the MO of a random killer.

(TRAIN HORN BLARING)

America's an arrogant country.

I hope I don't offend you.

MAC: No.

Where are you headed actually, man?

Working my way north.

PIETER: You?

Erm... Same. No real plans.

We should all hang out together.

Pick a place to get off.

Come on, it'll be fun.

Venture into the unknown.

Let's get some drinks and then we can discuss it. Vodka?

What else?

I can't believe you almost invited him to come with us.

I just didn't think, okay? I'm sorry.

Hmm.

Like obviously, I'd much rather spend every second with you.

You only. Hmm.

I just thought he was a bit strange,

didn't you, Mr Randolph?

You know what? I did, Mrs Randolph.

You remember when she was eight...

Karate class?

She loved that class.

Hmm. You mean she loved making you proud.

You couldn't just

let them go to Hawaii

or the Caribbean for their honeymoon?

No...

You had to be the hero,

buy her the big Euro adventure.

That's one of the reasons it didn't work out,

you always had to be the one she loved the most.

Why did you have to send her here? Hmm?

Why?

Why did you have to send her here?

(SCREAMING) Why? Why!

(SOBBING)

(HYPERVENTILATING) I just... I feel like

I'm going crazy.

I'm so sorry.

How did this happen to us?

One bottle of vodka, and three cups...

(SIGHS) I guess one cup then.

(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

I...

I feel like I'm abandoning her.

No. You're not.

I'm here, okay?

This is what I do.

(SNIFFLING)

You'll...

You'll let me know everything, right, no matter what?

Of course I will.

No, you won't.

I heard everything, Jacob.

Someone mutilated our daughter.

Find him.

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

(SIGHING)

(TELEVISION PLAYS INDISTINCTLY)

NEWSCASTER: Over two weeks after the gruesome murder

of a young American couple,

the Metropolitan Police are refusing to confirm reports

that a journalist, Charles Hardwick,

received a postcard with information

on the killings days before...

Sir.

Get your hands off me.

Give me half an hour, I'll... I'll call you back, thanks.

Would you get Mr Kanon a coffee?

Sorry about that.

I'm sure he's just trying to do his job.

Yeah.

Well, we're all trying to do that. Why don't you take a seat?

It's been over two goddamn weeks since my daughter's murder.

You've been avoiding me,

and I know that you have new leads.

Absolutely, we do,

but nothing I can share with a member of the public,

however close they are to the case.

How about a fellow cop?

This postcard that I hear about on the news,

when I should be hearing from you... What does it say?

You know I can't tell you that.

Is that it? Is that what you're gonna tell me?

That's everything.

Okay.

The questions that I have that need to be answered?

I will find the answers myself.

I don't recommend you do that.

You had your chance.

LIFT RECORDING: Floor minus three. Doors open.

Hey. Hi, can I help you?

I'm waiting for him actually.

Me? Charles Hardwick?

You received a postcard, right?

You're on private property.

My daughter is dead.

And you received a postcard from the person that killed her.

I'm not at liberty to talk about this.

Look, sir, all I wanna know is

if anyone in Madrid received a postcard?

Do you have kids?

It's okay, I'm good.

I've been told that it's

breaking the law if I discuss the details.

How many kids do you have?

One... Baby girl.

There is nothing more special to a father than a daughter.

A Spanish reporter

got a postcard of the Prado.

The victims,

apparently, they had their lips...

Severed.

I'm sorry, that was our last flight.

We have one leaving tomorrow at 6:00 a.m.

Yup, you have told me this now numerous times.

Listen to me. This is a police matter.

An emergency. You have to get me on a plane.

Sir, please, I've told you that was our last flight.

I know. It's your job to be helpful, right?

Be helpful.

Do me a favour, and get on your computer

and find me a connecting flight.

I don't even care where it connects from,

I just can't have it be tomorrow. I need it to be now.

All other flights are full. I'm sorry.

I need to get to Madrid.

What part of that do you not understand?

Sir, you need to calm down.

I am calm! Can someone just get me a fucking flight?

Is everything okay, madam?

Perfect.

POLICEMAN: Sir, you need to come with us.

Yeah.

Thank you for your help.

(INDISTINCT ANNOUNCEMENT OVER PA)

Hi there. Can I see your passport?

Yup.

Torturing yourself, Detective.

I do understand how hard this is.

Really?

Do you?

See, I don't think you have any idea how hard this is.

Go home and mourn, sir.

"Go home"?

I'm not going anywhere without my little girl.

I am sympathetic, Mr Kanon, I assure you...

"Detective Kanon".

It's Detective Kanon.

And the last thing I want is your sympathy.

Your daughter's personal belongings.

Now please, think about what I said.

(CASTA DIVA PLAYING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

(GROANS)

MALE REPORTER: Reports suggest the couple were

backpacking through Europe.

They had been staying at the Cathedral youth hostel

in Munich for a week.

Early speculation indicates that this is the third

in a series of brutal murders.

(DOORBELL RINGING) (DOG BARKING)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

(INDISTINCT)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

GUARD: Hey! (GRUNTING)

Detective Kanon.

There's still a restaurant in Munich

where you can drink a cup of coffee and smoke a cigarette.

You look like you could use both.

This must be a very painful time.

Did you find her hands?

No.

But there were...

There were body parts that didn't belong?

(SIGHING)

JACOB: Let me guess,

there were no liquor bottles at the scene,

but the victims,

they had high levels of alcohol in their system.

They were probably drugged.

We found traces of cyclopentolate.

It's an agent in eye drops.

And they were a young... A young, married couple?

Crazy people often obsess about youth and beauty.

But they don't all mutilate their victims.

This bastard, he's very selective about his targets.

Certainly his actions

don't fit with existing profiles.

The postcard, then the photograph.

What photograph?

I wish I could tell you.

Is there a photograph of my daughter?

Yes.

Is she alive?

I need to see it.

(SIGHING)

It's already been marked as evidence.

It's part of the London investigation.

I'm sorry.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

The eyes. They don't belong to the victims.

(PHONE RINGING)

(WHISPERING) Jesus!

BUBLITZ: Detective Kanon, now I have someone to question.

(GROANS)

You're wasting your time.

He's moved on.

Ms Lombard,

you are now part of an ongoing investigation.

It is a criminal offense to reveal what is on the postcard.

Understand?

Each day your mail will be opened

by a police officer, morning and afternoon,

starting tomorrow.

Okay. Okay?

(SPEAKING SWEDISH) (SPEAKING SWEDISH)

FEMALE REPORTER: Police sources have confirmed

that an American journalist living in Stockholm,

received a postcard this morning.

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

MAN 1: Good night, Ms Lombard.

DESSIE: Night.

(PANTING)

Ms Lombard. (GASPING)

What? What do you want?

My name is Detective Kanon,

and I just want to ask you about the postcard.

If you're a detective, talk to the detectives.

Please, they're gonna send you something else,

and by then, they'll be dead!

Please, I just want to help.

I'm leaving you my card.

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Er... Well...

Well, maybe it's fate, running into him twice.

Well, he's seen us now. So, we don't have much choice.

Hey, man. How bizarre bumping into you!

And you thought you'd ditched me.

No, God, we just... We got off the train last minute.

You were at the bar. So... We left a note.

No note.

Mac, I assumed that you...

No, I left it to you.

You Americans crack me up.

Come, let's go for drink, life's for the living.

So, er, how long have you been here for, man?

PIETER: A couple of days.

Yeah? Us too. Where are you staying?

By the, er... Stortorget.

You?

Oh... Just a place back there.

The Six, fancy.

How do you know that?

I'm stalking you.

(MUSIC INTENSIFIES)

MAC: Ah, the bag.

(CHUCKLING)

The first murders were eight days apart.

Munich was exactly 16 days after London.

It could be a pattern.

Which means there are undiscovered victims out there.

We're working closely with the joint task force.

This is a Europe-wide investigation.

You do understand that this would explain

why my daughter's hands are still missing.

Detective Kanon...

Did you hear what I just said?

All our units have been provided with the profile.

Your profile is wrong.

Look, this killer's brand of murder is very specific,

extremely hard to profile.

People like him can be charming, dynamic.

I have worked cases that are...

I'm sure you are a hotshot detective,

but we don't conduct ourselves like the American police.

What the fuck does that mean?

(WITH SWEDISH ACCENT) Shoot first, ask questions later.

I don't give a rat's ass what either of you think.

You've got exactly four days to prevent a murder.

It's not personal. I do sympathise, of course,

but your objectivity has...

Fuck!

(TYPING)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Tilda, I have a human interest piece on the killings.

No. Wait, please.

I...

The reporter I interned for in Chicago,

he did a similar piece

and it out-sold everything that year.

DESSIE: So, you found it okay?

JACOB: Yeah.

People are helpful and thank God

they speak a little bit of English.

Why didn't you tell me about your daughter last night?

Because it's hard.

It's not something I want to open with.

What do you want from me?

I want to know what was on the postcard.

(CHURCH BELLS TOLLING)

What do you want from me?

I've been thrown into this mess,

and nobody is telling me anything.

Look, I write a weekly piece

at a newspaper about being an American

living in a strange country.

Why would something like this

happen to someone like me?

I'm sorry, I know it's hard being on the outside.

And I feel like that too, and... And I want to help.

(DISCO MUSIC PLAYING)

So, I, erm... I contacted this Spanish journalist

and that guy Hardwick from The Guardian.

But you know, it doesn't make much sense.

I mean, there seems to be

no connection between what we do as journalists.

You know, one covers politics,