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Copenhagen, Refshaleøen

What's up, Bjørn?

What the fuck? What happened to you?

- Good to see you, Bjarke. - Well, it's Sebastian now.

Long story.

- What did Mia tell you? - This isn't about Mia.

Okay. Come with me. I'll show you the business.

FACE TO FACE

- Get us some lunch, please. - I'll be right over.

It's the same old story, only bigger.

People like to party, and I like to give them a party. What do you think?

200 events a year. I have people for most of it now.

So you're not the one pulling tampons out of the can early in the morning?

Sure, I still love doing that.

No, that's over, too.

- What happened to your hand? - We had a bit of a ruckus last night.

- You don't have people for that? - Nah, you know...

Well, what do you want, Bjørn?

- We got a girl in yesterday. - A girl?

- Here's some lunch for you. Enjoy. - Thanks.

- Has she got a name? - Christina.

You gotta try this.

Fresh yoghurt. From breast milk.

It's true. Milked from girls in Romania.

Always first-time mothers. Their milk is fattier.

Not your Christina, right?

- She was found dead yesterday. - Damn.

- So this is a tragic meeting, Bjørn. - When did you last see her?

We didn't exactly hang out.

We went to the same parties, knew the same people. You for instance.

- Was it a crime? - That's what we're investigating.

I just went to see Mia, as you know. She fears you.

Is it standard procedure to take on cases concerning relatives?

- What's your relationship to Mia? - Sure you're here on official business?

What can you tell me about Mia?

Of course she fears me. Everyone fears me.

Don't you dare touch her.

- What did she say specifically? - You're enterprising.

Nice.

You move into other people's territories. Get rid of people who blab.

You're making that up. Mia would never dare say that.

And that Christina picked up your goods and you sold them on Blacknet.

She said that? Yeah, she would.

And Mia's too hot to be a fucking liar, right?

What was your deal with Christina?

Are we really doing this? Are you questioning me about your own daughter?

Okay. We had no deal. Our relationship was nostalgic.

We talked about our childhood. She had a lot on her chest.

I like your business model.

Sebastian supplies the clients. Blacknet facilitates them.

A self-generating business worth millions. Sure you won't let her go.

You go on and on about this Blacknet. What is it?

A market platform for illegal goods on the deep web, Sebastian.

What the fuck's up with you, Bjørn?

Why didn't you bring Rylander? He was always good for a frozen ball.

- Where is he? - He's with Lassen now.

Come on, Bjørn and Rylander are eternal. Like Laurel and Hardy.

Good cop, bad cop. We sure could do with a bad cop here.

Someone with a little...

You'd better...!

You may have more ink now, but you're still pathetic, Bjarke.

- Sebastian. - Yeah. Congratulations.

You've climbed the ladder, but deep down you're still little Bjarke -

- from the 'burbs with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur.

I know you. And I know your business is a leaky old crapper.

You have my condolences. I mean that.

We all saw it coming. But at the end of the day, what can you do -

- when a person just doesn't want to go on, Bjørn?

- Did you know she was dead? - I probably knew it before you.

The police headquarters is the leaky crapper.

What ties me to Blacknet? Nothing. You've got nothing.

I have nothing to lose.

So I'll keep digging and digging, bit by bit -

- even if it'll take years to nail you.

Okay.

She was here yesterday.

How about a cup a coffee?

Come and sit down.

- What time did she come? - Easy now.

- Was she with anyone? - You take milk first and then coffee?

- Did you have a date? - Milk first and then coffee. Crazy.

It makes no sense, because it all gets mixed up in the end.

There's something I don't understand.

You let me off the hook with the Balkan cars, remember?

For that I gave you the dough to buy that horse.

So without Christina there'd be no Sebastian. That's what I think.

I don't give a shit what you think. Just tell me about yesterday.

For you to cut a deal with a guy like me is downright insane -

- but you really loved that girl.

It was a daddy thing. You wanted her to have that horse.

- It was love, right? - Will you get to the point?

It was a father's love for his little girl.

And when you've been a rotten dad, you have to step up your game.

- Are you done? - I'm just saying I respect you.

I respect people who love.

But then you sold the horse. That makes no sense.

What the fuck did you do that for?

Look, tell me about the horse, and I'll tell you about yesterday.

We've done this before. You first.

- I sold it. - I just said that. Okay, I'll go first.

She came yesterday at 11 p.m. What happened to the horse?

- I was getting a divorce. - But you still loved your little girl.

- Why did you sell the horse? - I didn't think she wanted it anymore.

That's why.

- Was she with someone? - Mia. Who did you sell it to?

- That's irrelevant. - No, it isn't. Who did you sell it to?

I sold it to a slaughterhouse.

A slaughterhouse? Why the fuck...

Bjørn, you talked to some pretty serious guys to get the dough for that horse.

And for what? To send it to a slaughterhouse? Explain that to me.

- I guess I was disappointed. - In her?

Why?

I don't know. I don't know. Maybe I was angry.

It's a long time ago.

So you wanted to punish her? For what?

- How long did she stay at the party? - Damn it, Bjørn. We were so close.

This isn't working out, you know? You're not very giving.

Let's try something else, then.

I have yesterday's CCTV here, but before you see Christina -

- I want you to see Yasmin.

She fucked up. She's a great bartender -

- but then we found out she was planning to visit us after work.

Such a shame. She's out of her depth.

So we sit her on a chair just to see who we're up against.

But she clams up.

So I'm thinking maybe you could try talking to her.

- Where is she? - Out back.

I want everything on there from yesterday.

Well, you won't get everything. You can have the CCTV.

Quid pro quo, Bjørn.

Yasmin?

Who do you work for?

Well?

Yasmin. Who do you work for?

Yasmin, who do you work for?

Who do you work for? Yasmin, who do you work for?

What was that?

The Slovenians.

Who? Did you say the Slovenians?

- And John. - And John? Is that it?

- Okay, let me see. - Let me hear.

The Slovenians and John. That's what she said.

- Kasper, it's the Slovenians. - What?

The Slovenians. And John's guys.

Holy shit.

Take Yasmin home, but stay with her. And no phone or anything.

Well, good work, Daddy-o.

- Cut that out. Cut it out! - I'll cut it out. Calm down.

Let's see what we've got for you.

There she is. She came in at 11:15 p.m.

Christina looked like a little girl, but she sure could fuck around with people.

There's Mia. Mia's always talking bullshit about people.

Did she say that Nikki beat up Christina?

- Well, didn't she? - Hell no.

- Why would Mia lie about that? - Because Mia's jealous.

Who's that guy in the cap she's talking to?

- I don't know. - He looks familiar.

How long did Christina stay at the party?

Strange. The internet's down.

I can't access the server. Two seconds.

Hanse?

The internet's down.

The server's acting up.

We're up and running again. What are you doing?

It's somewhere around here.

There she is.

She left at 0:40 am.

There's that guy again. In the cap.

- How do you zoom? - Press that one.

- Got any more cameras in that area? - I'm afraid not.

Is he one of yours?

He left with Christina. Who is he? Does he work for Blacknet?

Stop that bullshit.

Anything else I can do for you?

What the fuck?! Stop. I'm okay.

- Who is he? - Stop.

Who is he?

Fuck!

Who did Christina do business with? Give me a name from Blacknet.

Bjørn, cut it out. Let me show you. Let go.

Christ, you're old school sometimes. Take a look at this.

This is Blacknet. No names. No faces.

Press here for bitches, here for dope -

- weapons, children...

- Children? - People are sick.

Organs, cleaners. Nobody knows who's selling or buying.

But there are relationships. A buyer and a seller have a relationship.

Somebody bought something from my daughter. She was your mule.

Maybe she wanted out. Did you force my daughter?

- Are you Blacknet? - Nobody forced her. That's the point!

- How do you know? - Because I know Blacknet's creator!

- And so do you! - Who?!

- Who? - Think hard.

Daddy-o.

There you go. We're leaving.

She'd never do that. Not my Christina.

Oh, your little girl? She wasn't your little girl anymore, trust me.

- That Christina died a long time ago. - My daughter wasn't evil.

Nobody's saying she was, but Christina created and ran Blacknet.

She ran the black-market Craigslist.

If you want to move on, then forget your image of a little girl in need.

She wasn't a victim. She was a hardcore criminal, and she was fucking brilliant.

The only thing that could hurt her was herself.

She kept hurting herself, but when the pain finally set in, it was too late.

Daddy-o.

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