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M�nster's Case

Yes?

OK.

-Hi. -Hi.

It's probably nothing. A drowned wino maybe.

-Know who it is? -We haven't touched him.

This is no drunk. The shoes cost more than you earn in a week.

Let's turn him over. Come on.

This is no drowning accident.

Isn't that Waldemar Leverkuhn? The wine guy?

"Leverkuhn's matures with age: the mark of taste and quality".

Let's concentrate on the job.

You can take him away.

Death occurred between 8 p.m. yesterday and 2 a.m.-

-depending on how long he was in the water. I'll know for certain later.

Moreno, take the family. - You take his credit card firm. Don't say he's dead.

-Well, look who it isn't! -It is a celebrity murder, you know...

-Hi. -Hi.

-What have we to go on? -Not much.

He was found at 4 a.m. without wallet, diary or mobile.

But they could've been taken by the sea. The divers are on their way.

The papers will wallow in this story, so I'm dealing with it personally.

So refer all questions to me.

So you'll lead the investigation.

Were you first here, M�nster? I want you and Moreno to talk to the family.

Be nice to them and report back to me immediately.

I'll be at the office if you need me. OK? Good.

What'll the rest of us do, then?

-Reinhart. I've been at it since four. -Not now.

-This isn't about the media! -Really?

You've held me back ever since Van Veeteren quit. You just don't trust me.

This will be all over the papers. I want absolute control.

-I can handle it. -I won't discuss this now.

It's not easy doing this shit when your boss doesn't trust you!

Why were you here at four?

You just want a case to prove what a good boy you are. It makes me nervous.

Now do as I say.

Heavy, 50 cm long object crushed the temple.

He was dead before he hit the water.

What could it have been?

-Guess, then. -I don't do guessing.

A baseball bat, iron pipe...?

More like a tool or piece of machinery. The wound shows traces of oil.

You'll get my report soon.

I need something now.

I'm still waiting for the lab results.

But I don't think the killer knew his victim.

Leverkuhn had advanced hepatoma. He only had a few months anyway.

-Hepatoma? -Liver cancer.

The killer needn't have bothered.

Thanks.

M�nster. I've got hold of a list of all his mobile calls.

-Shall I pass it to Reinhart? -I'll take it.

-Have you identified the numbers? -All except for a debit card number.

Keep trying it.

-M�nster. -Moreno, hello.

Waldemar was a good friend. I offered my help as soon as I heard.

I was also in homicide once, so I know the procedures.

Marie-Louise and the family realise how crucial these first hours are for you.

Shall we go in?

Waldemar left home around five p.m.

He was off to some meeting and then dinner in the evening.

He never returned.

Did he say who he was going to meet?

No, and I never asked. He met so many people all the time.

And he didn't name the restaurant?

You said he was often out. Did you ever get the feeling something was wrong?

-What do you mean? -Any friends you didn't know about?

-Gamblers, criminals, people who... -What kind of question's that?

I knew Waldemar.

I'm sure he wasn't up to something his family didn't know about.

Who did he tell about his liver cancer?

-Hadn't he told you? -Yes, yes, he told us.

But not you.

He wanted to spare people. We had to know for the company's sake.

-Sorry, but can we take this later? -We're almost done.

M�nster...

This came as a complete shock to Marie-Louise.

They would be grateful if the interview was considered over.

I would just like to know where each of you were yesterday.

Mum was here. The maid can confirm that. I was at a friend's.

Irene was in hospital for an examination.

-I'd need some names to confirm this. -Of course.

You rang Waldemar at 10 p.m. yesterday.

-Did he say where he was? -No.

Just one more thing...

Recognise this number? Someone rang him last night. We can't trace it.

It's Johan Bonger, an old family friend.

-I can give you his address. -Thanks.

We'll have to check out the ownership structure of the company and his will.

He's bequeathed a fortune. And we'll have to check all the alibis.

-What about Bonger? -He'll have to wait.

Reinhart wants an immediate report on our meeting with the family.

-Hi. What are you doing here? -Just picking up some papers.

-I'm just on my way. Is Moreno in? -Sure. Go on in...

See you.

-So? -I've met the family.

We're methodically filling in the gaps of Waldemar's last day alive.

To be frank, I'd rather be doing that than standing here.

I can't work on it if I'm both given the responsibility and not.

If I let you take this you've got to get your act together.

Since Van Veeteren left you've lacked initiative and been passive.

It has to stop.

Keep me informed about every move, every break and every setback.

I'll handle the media. I don't want to be made to look a fool.

-You've no need to worry. -Good.

-Is that the wine-dealer? -Yes, it is.

Hey, my friend, why do you never visit me in my bookshop?

-It's been a bit hectic recently. -Is Reinhart winding you up?

-Can you call a meeting? -Sure.

It seems an interesting case.

Moreno told me a bit about it.

An acquaintance? Not necessarily a close acquaintance though.

Didn't you quit the force...?

When I took over from Borkmann, do you know what I used to do?

I had a little trick to see where my instincts led me.

Early on in the investigation I'd write the suspects' names on a bit of paper.

I then crossed out name after name until only one was left.

I'd put the note into an envelope until it was all over. Then I'd read it.

-And you were right every time? -No.

But I learnt a little about my intuition.

Bye.

OK. We know Leverkuhn ate his last meal at Pagalle's. Clearly alone.

After that, he went to Freddy's bar.

Going by his credit card records he arrived in a taxi at 9.50 p.m.

A waitress saw him, but can't say if he had company.

Renberg, check with the taxi firm. They might have a list of rides in the area.

We'll continue to interview the guests at Freddy's.

Someone must've seen something. He's a fairly well known face.

We also need to focus on what took place earlier in the day, who he met...

Johan Bonger?

There'll be no life in that 'til tomorrow morning.

-M�nster? -It's Renberg. Nothing to report yet.

OK... Good. Bye.

Renberg's called the taxi firms. Nothing from Freddy's yet.

Check this out...

Bonger and Leverkuhn. On some exclusive wine tasting in Europe.

Let's hope he's conscious tomorrow.

I've rented a film. Do you want to come and watch it?

Sure...but I've got some work to do first. You start, I'll be along later.

Really, I've got to work.

No you don't...

You don't have to work at all.

-Are you coming up, sweetheart? -Yes, I just have to...

I'll be there in minute.

Goodnight, then.

Marie-Louise, Irene, Mauritz, Bonger...

...Grass

-Hi. -Hi.

This is Chad.

He was robbed of the ride Leverkuhn ordered from Freddy's that night.

Hi. M�nster.

-You didn't happen to meet him? -Yeah. He came up to my car.

He paid for the taxi. Nice guy.

But...then he drove off with another guy.

Really? Can you recall what he looked like?

Same age, my height.

-Same age as you? -No, as Leverkuhn.

-Did you catch the number plate? -No.

The make?

A big, black, flashy car. Maybe a Bentley.

I could be mistaken. It was dark.

Check out all Bentleys in the area.

There was a dark blue Bentley in Leverkuhn's drive...

-Are you sure? -Absolutely.

Thanks for your help. We'll get some pictures and call you...

He was a little like that guy...

-What, he looked like him? -It was him.

Him and Leverkuhn. It was those two that drove off.

Hello?

-Hi. -Hi.

Johan Bonger? We'd like to ask you about Waldemar Leverkuhn's death.

-What? -Please come down to the station.

Let me just get some clothes on.

Waldemar's dead, you say. What do you want me for?

We know you were with him the night of his murder.

-His murder? -Ready?

No! I'll...just get my wallet.

Stop that! Come on, stop that!

Do you think I killed Waldemar? You're out of your fucking mind!

Get off my boat, you fucking fascist brat!

Hi. It's been recently swabbed.

There are traces of blood, hair... Enough to implicate him.

The blood's been smeared. The body was thrown overboard here.

-Found any likely weapon? -No.

We'll have to call in divers to dredge the bottom.

You called Waldemar four times that afternoon and evening.

-What did you want to talk about? -Actually, he phoned me first.

I had no reason to call him.

You met later at Freddy's bar. Was that Waldemar's idea?

-Yes. -I see.

-What did he want? -To discuss some money he owed me.

What money?

You could call it severance pay.

I was actually the one who built up the business.

I had the contacts.

I was the one who toured the wineries and placed the orders.

Waldemar looked after the business...

...but wine wasn't anything he knew about.

-What were you wearing that night? -I can't remember.

A witness says you had on beige pants, a white shirt and leather shoes. True?

It's possible.

Exactly the same clothes as we found in your washing machine.

-Did you continue back at your boat? -No...

Well, yes... I sort of...

I don't really remember. I don't think so.

But you maybe remember cleaning the deck.

Yes, when I got up the next morning. At around ten a.m. I think.

You're doing some plumbing on the boat. Did you start that morning?

No. It was a few days back.

You'd need a hefty wrench to loosen those pipes.

Sure...

We couldn't find one in your toolbox.

Then it's probably lying around the boat somewhere.

You were done for assault two months ago.

You were convicted of it three times in seven years.

I've never started a fight. But if I'm treated disrespectfully, I get angry!

And didn't he do that? Didn't you lose it then too?

And hit him with a wrench? And when he lay there, hit him again?

We have a witness. You have his blood on your clothes.

-You cleaned up the murder scene. -I did not do it.

We've found the weapon. With your prints on.

What did he say?

Yes, I did it.

I killed him.

I beat him to death...

Congratulations.

It went better than we could've hoped.

Great work, M�nster. I'll go personally to Marie-Louise to tell her it's over.

Good.

Here's something. A first edition. Synn will love it.

She told me she first read this when she was fifteen.

"The Ice Palace" by Tarjei Vesaas. A Norwegian.

Anything the matter? Did you want something?

-Bonger confessed. -That's good news, isn't it?

The Leverkuhn case is a feather in your cap. It's high profile.

But he confessed because I said I'd found the weapon with his prints on.

-Well I'll be. You lied to him! -Yes.

There's something that doesn't fit with his story.

He's an alkie, gets blackouts, and was paralytic that night.

There's always something you miss. Relax. lt'll surface again.

Just give it a little time.

-You cleaned up the murder scene. -I did not.

We've found the weapon. With your prints on.

What are you listening to, Daddy?

We've found the weapon. With your prints on.

How many dinosaurs were there in the world?

It's me. I want to take Bonger back to the scene. Can you get him released?

-Any special reason? -Just a hunch. See you tomorrow. Bye.

Tell me!

I want you to remember in as much detail as possible.

What do you think I've been doing all night? I just remember fragments.

Let's start from the beginning. What was the car that you came back in like?

Did you see the driver?

No... It's all hazy.

The next thing you remember, then.

I woke up and cleaned up here.

-You cleaned up? -I saw there was blood.

I realise it wasn't a good idea - but I only see that now.

-What's going on? -He confessed, yet can't remember.

Doesn't mean he's innocent.

Why no traces of blood in his bed? Eh?

The sheet hasn't been washed for weeks.

If the blood on his clothes came from the body, there'd be traces in the bed.

He put his clothes straight into the wash and put something else on.

No... I believe in him.

Bonger claims you have the weapon and the fingerprints on it are his.

Really? No we haven't found it yet.

He says that you said so, during the interrogation.

Maybe you can send me the tape so I can hear where he got that idea from.

-Of course. -Thanks.

Hi.

Check out Mauritz. Get everything you can on him.

-I think Mauritz Leverkuhn is involved. -Why?

At 10.13 p.m. on the night of the murder he calls Waldemar.

He's on for, say, 30 seconds.

Afterwards, he said he'd not met Waldemar.

I think he's lying. An identical Bentley to Mauritz's-

-comes and picks up Waldemar and Bonger from the restaurant later on.

I see. How was he during the cross-examination?

It was more a chat with the family. Since then I've been busy with Bonger.

-Have you spoken to Reinhart? -No. I'll need more before I do that.

Wise.

I take it that your colleagues are more than pleased with his confession?

There are ties between the family and the top brass, you know.

-Who? -Grass.

Grass, eh? But you don't take any notice of all that rubbish, do you?

What? No.

Your job is to solve the case-

-not to frame an innocent man for the sake of the statistics.

-Hi. I'm looking for Bill Engel. -Bill Engel, let's see...

-Hello. -Hello. Bill.

-I'm expecting a visit. -This'll just take a minute.

Mauritz Leverkuhn was here last Tuesday.

He came around 7-ish. We sat chatting over a couple of beers.

I got the last train home, so we parted around 12.00. As you already know.

-Have you known him long? -20 years or so.

We were exchange students together in the US.

Have you been in touch with him since last Tuesday?

He called and told me what had happened...

-They've arrived. -Coming.

My guests are here.

-Thanks for your help. -Thanks.

The CCTV cameras you have in reception. Do they record?

I don't know. I can find out if you like.

No need. A colleague's checking it out.

Hi. - Hi. Alright?

Ah, there you are.

I just wanted to pass on the family's gratitude.

You've handled this in an exemplary fashion.

It's important for them to be able to move on.

And now they can.

I talked to the prosecutor. He's not got anything from you yet.

We have to confirm the evidence.

-Just don't let it get dragged out. -We're working as quickly as we can.

Got problems with that Bonger?

No. Why do you ask?

You've been asking strange questions to Mauritz's friends.

I don't wish to interfere...

...but the family has enough to put up with as it is.

I know nothing of this, but I'll look into it.

Glad to hear it.

-Do you have a minute? -Sure.

So we're following new leads in the case, are we?

-I don't believe Bonger's story. -You're to keep me informed.

-But it's just theories... -Do we suspect Mauritz Leverkuhn?

-I just want to check the possibility. -Why? What do we have on him?

-Who have you been speaking to? -You're to keep me informed.

We have an agreement. What do we have on Mauritz?

Has Grass been on to you? Answer me. Is it Grass?

Who doesn't want his friends investigated?

-Know what they call this? -Calm down.

No one is trying to influence what you do. Understood?

Mauritz drives a Bentley. A witness saw Waldemar drive off in a Bentley.

And that's better than a confession and evidence that ties Bonger to the scene?

No, but it should be looked into.

I have put you in charge. You do what you think is right.

But I want to know everything you do. I want to know what you do!

You will.

And don't forget it.

Mauritz was nowhere on the tape.

If he drove off after the murder, there must be traces there.

Will you tell Reinhart?

Prosecutor Hillman...

-What the hell's going on? -Your car needs to be examined.

-It's not my car, it's the company's. -Whatever. By order of the prosecutor.

Do you suspect me?

You'll be informed later.

This is obviously a misunderstanding. I can sort it out if you'll let me.

What were you doing Tuesday evening? Your story doesn't add up.

Just so as you know, we'll be charging your friend Bill with perjury.

He's lied to protect you. How did you get him to do that?

Has Bill denied I was there?

No, but we have a CCTV film from the foyer. We know you weren't there.

I have a parking space and came and went through the garage.

It's easy to check up.

Bay 368, level 2.

Check the facts before invading people's privacy. - Put the car back!

If it's clean, you have nothing to worry about.

This is about my dead father, you disrespectful bastard.

Twisted Policemen like you are a danger to society!

And your boss will know it. What you need...

...is a doctor to help you straighten out your life.

This is Mauritz's lawyer, Mr Zimmer.

He's represented the family for 20 years.

He is critical of how the investigation is being handled.

Fire away...

Mauritz Leverkuhn feels that you, without clear grounds-

-are violating his integrity to an extent he considers harassment.

He's distraught, as the investigation's about his father's tragic death.

Sure he objects, but it's more about what we'll find than anything else.

Isn't it so that you simply dislike Mauritz-

-and you're using your position to harass him?

-Interesting idea, but absurd. -We don't think so.

What's this?

A document showing that M�nster has previously been so obsessed-

-with proving an innocent person's guilt, that he has fabricated evidence.

-This is an internal document. -So you admit it comes from the police?

So you do not doubt its veracity. Hence my client's concerns.

-Where did this come from? -That's not the point.

-That's exactly the point. -No, it's not.

Leverkuhn has filed a complaint about his treatment.

As I see it, there's no sign of misconduct.

We note your concerns, but my confidence in M�nster stands firm.

What the hell's your game? Well?

I ask you to keep me informed, and you do just the opposite.

Wait until you see what Krause finds in the car.

You told the prosecutor that Mauritz had no alibi. Now I hear it's not so.

I agree with Zimmel about your tendencies. You're a bloody liability.

You're this close to being removed from this investigation.

-Nothing? No traces of blood? -Sorry.

-You must have something? -Nothing linking the car to the murder.

Here's the report. See for yourself.

There must've been something, for Christ's sake!

Mauritz sat in that car after killing his father. There must be something!

Hi. He'd cleaned up. Polished every millimetre.

-He'd reconditioned the car afterwards. -I know.

I've put Renberg onto it.

Renberg?

Something went wrong somewhere, we can both admit that.

Don't take this too hard. We all make mistakes.

You've also got some leave to take, so Renberg will have to take over.

Make yourself available and give him the information he needs.

-Renberg is competent, don't you think? -Sure. He's good.

Is he to wrap it all up in a parcel and deliver it to the prosecutor?

Have Bonger convicted?

Bonger is innocent.

Everyone believes that Bonger is our man.

-Not Moreno. -Yes, Moreno too.

And then we have his confession... thanks to you.

Where's the stapler?

Everything alright?

-You're never here! You don't see me! -That's not true!

-We never talk, we never do anything... -Not now, I've got a lot on my mind.

I've got so much on. If you'll just let me do this, it'll be just as before.

This isn't about you or me, it's about my job!

Talk to me!

This is extremely important to me.

And I'm under a hell of lot of pressure.

If you can help me through this, everything will be fine. I promise.

We've found the weapon. With your prints on.

I killed him.

As far as I know, the murder weapon's still missing.

Anything else?

There's technical evidence.

There's blood on my client's clothes-

-which comes from when he cleaned up ignorant of what had gone on there.

The police haven't managed to disprove his story on one single point.

We have no choice but to release Bonger. As for M�nster...

-Renberg has been put in charge. -Good.

Damn it...!

-I need to talk to you. -You can fuck off!

You're still the chief suspect.

Everyone wants you to go down for Waldemar's murder. Except me.

If you want to clear yourself, I'm the only one who can help you.

A normal person shouldn't be able to kill...

...say those in the know.

Unless it's under exceptional circumstances.

Like war...or if your children are being threatened.

Or what do you think?

You're a policeman, after all. You must be able to kill if need be.

Cheers.

-So you knew Mauritz as a boy. -Come on, I practically lived there.

Mauritz was a puny little thing. Had problems at school.

Got beaten up a lot. Once so badly that he refused to go back.

He couldn't take being at home, either.

He pretended to go to school, but went and hid in the tool shed.

Irene smuggled sandwiches in to him so that no one would notice.

I was there when his teacher called.

Mauritz received a proper hiding from Waldemar for being so spineless.

Christ...

How does it feel to poke around in other people's family lives?

Day in, day out.

Drunkenness and misery? Abused children?

It goes with the job.

-Then I got fired from the company. -Maybe because you drank too much.

-I knew too much. That's why. -What did you know?

-Have you got any water? -What the hell's up with you?

I haven't eaten anything. I'll just get some air.

It was here it happened, wasn't it?

The first blow, and he's on the ground.

Another blow... and his skull shatters.

Where did it strike? On the temple?

So what do you reckon now? Did I do it?

You know that I really wish it was me that had killed him...

Back when I first saw what he was up to.

But I was too much of a coward.

What did you see?

He took Irene with him on a wine-tasting trip to ltaly.

I realised then, even that first night, what he was doing to her.

I heard him...

...that disgusting pig.

She was twelve years old. Can you believe it? Twelve years old.

The next morning she sat at the same breakfast table, expressionless.

Like she wanted to protect him.

I don't know how many years this went on for...

I don't know how long it had gone on for either, for that matter.

Waldemar could tell that I knew. So I had to go.

That money he wanted to give me...

...was a kind of reward for my silence.

Hello. May I come in? It'll only take a minute.

Mauritz said you're off the case. Is that true?

So I don't have to answer any questions.

What was your relationship with your father like?

Stop messing, we're off in fifteen minutes.

You have to get changed, Marieke.

Did you hear what I said?

-You were late last night. -I was talking to a witness.

But you're no longer on the case. I rang you yesterday.

-They said you'd taken out holiday. -It's leave.

-Why haven't you said? -I'm going to continue working on it.

Katja's flask is broken. They'll have to share.

So you're a private detective with your own rules?

-Own rules...? -Leave? You were taken off the case!

What's up with this fucking world? Are you also against me?

Sorry. It's work...

I don't give a toss about your work.

Come on, girls. We'll go and let your father clear up.

-How's it going? -The divers have found the wrench.

-Good. -And it had Bonger's prints on it.

-Naturally. Who else's? -Not Mauritz's, in other words.

He wiped them off. Look, I met Bonger yesterday. I have the motive.

You shouldn't even be here!

Waldemar abused Irene. You have to talk to her.

I'll tell Renberg. It's up to him.

-Is that all you can do? -Sorry. Just drop it, OK?

No... M�nster, no!

-Did you lie to me about Irene? -No.

-It wasn't just the drink speaking? -Do yourself a favour. Go home.

I'm off duty for a while. Reinhart thinks I'm "difficult".

-Would Grass protect a murderer? -Grass? Not for a moment.

He'd never risk compromising himself like that.

I can't let this go. I feel I'm right.

You know what I'm talking about, don't you. Intuition, everything.

You just have to get it all in the right order.

Fancy a beer?

Engel and Mauritz part company. Engel takes last train home.

Why does Irene suddenly tell her brother about their father's abuse?

Does she want to see him dead? Can she be the killer?

Good question.

I thought that if I came round, and we had a chat and then I left-

-I'd just forget everything...

Hello? Hi... I can't talk right now.

I'll see you at my place... Bye. - I have to go.

-Wait! Stop! I don't do this any more. -I know.

lt'd be hell to nail an innocent man just for the statistics, wouldn't it.

Good day. My name is Van Veeteren. I hope I'm not disturbing you.

It's about the investigation into your father's death. May I come in?

-Have we...? -No, no.

I'm not with the police any more.

lnspector Grass and l were colleagues for a very long time.

-Grass? -Yes. Exactly.

I understand he's been a pillar of strength for your brother - all of you.

He always tries to help whenever he can.

I wanted to ask about your father's relationship with one Johan Bonger.

Thanks.

There, see? Check out the time.

See who it is?

It's Bill.

I knew it. He lied. He can't have known what Mauritz was up to that night.

-Let's talk to him. -No.

No? What do you mean?

I showed you this to reassure you. But I won't work with you on this case.

Take it to Renberg, and you'll be stopped. Take it to Reinhart, and...

-Of course you have to talk to Bill! -What I do is none of your business.

Why can't you support me? And why didn't you back me up with Reinhart?

Are you talking to me about loyalty?

I know what's going on and you're going about things badly.

-You've even been taken off the case. -I wouldn't have if you'd supported me.

I couldn't. I didn't get what you were up to. You were off on the wrong track.

-Besides, everything pointed to Bonger. -So why didn't you say anything?

Because I didn't know where I had you.

Do you get what I'm trying to say?

You never told me you set up Bonger. I only found out later from Reinhart.

You tell colleagues things like that.

-So you're not with the police? -No. I sell second-hand books.

Which means I'm not obliged to report back on our conversation.

So, Johan Bonger...

What was his relationship with Waldemar like?

Bonger always resented Dad.

He couldn't admit that it was his fault he lost everything.

It's easy to blame one's own misfortune on others.

-But surely you already know all this? -Oh, yes. Naturally.

It's important for the police to know-

-who Waldemar met during the last hours of his life.

So that Bonger can be tied to the murder.

His story doesn't add up.

Sometimes he lies, sometimes he says he can't remember...

And all the while he's throwing accusations at your family.

Thanks.

I'd be happy to answer questions, but I don't have time.

We have you on video from last Tuesday.

You didn't go home at midnight. You lied.

Mauritz was with a woman, OK? He didn't want it to get out.

So I covered for him. Make it a police matter, see if I care.

-Her name. -I don't know it.

Yes, you do. You just won't tell us.

Or is it because you also go to prostitutes?

It's a private club. There's a girl there he sees.

I don't know her name. We never go there together.

Thanks for your help.

Did you meet Waldemar that evening?

No. I was at the doctor's.

I see. Why did you have to contact a doctor?

-I didn't feel well. -May I ask why?

Dad told me he was dying. It upset me, obviously.

So you met your father, after all, at some point during the day.

Why are you hesitating?

I don't really remember when it was.

No?

If you'll excuse me, I can't talk about this right now.

Grass will understand.

From what Bonger says, you can also have a motive for killing your father.

Me?

Johan Bonger has a distorted view of reality.

It's the drink. Dad told him again and again to stop but he didn't listen.

It couldn't go on.

He's a drunkard and a coward, but he's not blind.

He saw what you had to endure. He knew what Waldemar was up to.

He came to me...

...and asked me to forgive him.

I couldn't.

I said nothing.

And then I asked him to leave.

Afterwards, I had a panic attack and called my doctor. She helped me.

Signed me into a private clinic. I was admitted that evening.

And you called Mauritz.

He came over right away.

I understand.

You looked after each other even when you were children.

When your parents weren't there for you, you stuck together.

Did Mauritz realise what you were going through?

No...he knew nothing.

What did you tell him that evening?

Didn't you tell him about the sexual abuse?

My brother is innocent.

He'd never do...

I've never told him. I'd never burden him with that.

I just said that Dad was unhappy...

...and that he was dying...

...and that I wasn't feeling too good. That was all.

Mauritz lied about his alibi.

-But he's given us a new one. -Probably a lie too.

-No. -No?

-We just have to check out the girl. -No need. We've had it verified.

But we only found out about this an hour ago. It's already been verified?

What are you doing here, M�nster? You're under inquiry.

If I were you, I'd lie very low.

I want to know who she is. She might be lying!

-Who? -The prostitute.

It doesn't concern you any more.

-Is Grass telling you what to do? -I think our meeting is over.

I knew it. You've been thick as thieves recently!

Don't worry, I won't disturb you any more!

Why have you ordered Reinhart to stay away from Mauritz?

Would Reinhart go along with that?

I've given him some information on the case, that's all.

But I did it in a way that didn't annoy anyone.

I just want to know if Mauritz's alibi is sound.

The private club that Mauritz visited was frequented by many people.

Reliable sources say he was there.

-Who? -Let it go.

But who was it? Your information must be checked too.

-It's not your job any more. -I know. But I can ask Moreno.

If no one here will help, I know lots of journalists...

I was there. If you continue, I'll testify to Mauritz's being there-

-and you'll be left looking like an idiot.

VICE SQUAD

-That's him in the picture. No. 810212. -OK. So he was there outside?

They had their suspicions about Grass. They'd spotted him.

-Mauritz? -Him, too.

He's stuck to the same girl this past yearv Vera Lang.

Thanks.

-Hi. Are you Vera Lang? -Yes.

I'd like to talk to you about Mauritz Leverkuhn.

-I'm just off down to the warehouse. -I'll be gone by the time you're back.

-What are you doing here? -I've just spoken to Vera Lang.

Give it a rest...

-Are you trying to scare me? -I know you met her that evening.

At 10 p.m. you got a call and left, and you were back by 12.30.

In the meantime, you met Waldemar.

-You'd found out he raped your sister. -What the hell are you talking about?

I know it was you that did it.

Your wild accusations don't frighten me.

It was clever of you to get Grass to take me off the case.

When he hears you have no alibi, even he won't be able to help you.

You have visitors.

-What's happened? -I dropped a box.

-Let me take care of it. -It's alright, I'll do it later.

Hi. Excuse me, but I need to go and wash first.

Sure.

You don't draw hearts like that...!

Hello?

Hello?

Be quiet. I can't hear anything. - Hello?

Hello?

Sorry. How can I help you?

-Shall we sit down? -What's this about?

You sister's been found dead.

-Have you heard anything? -Not yet.

-I must talk to you... -If you know something, tell me!

We can't trace his phone. We know he was off to meet a witnessv Vera Lang.

-Have you brought her in? -We can't find her.

-Where's Reinhart? -He's busy with Mauritz.

His sister committed suicide.

-When? -A couple of hours ago.

Get him here. Reinhart. Now.

I don't understand why she's written this.

I sometimes wish he'd quit. Do something else.

M�nster's uniquely gifted for the job.

He doesn't realise it, but when he does, he'll love it.

Why did you decide to quit?

It cost too much. And I grew old.

It certainly has its price.

Come on, M�nster and l don't have carbon paper between us!

He'd never accept losing you and the children.

-Do you really think so? -You know him best.

You must arrest Mauritz on suspicion of the murder of his father.

His sister confessed to it in her suicide note...

She's lying to protect her brother. Let me speak to him...

We can't just arrest someone without grounds.

M�nster went to double-check his alibi. He found it didn't hold.

My guess is that he went straight after Mauritz and that Mauritz therefore...

He's the only one who knows where M�nster is.

It's a gamble, but it's the only card we've got.

My name's Van Veeteren.

I've been called in specially.

-Thomas Zimmer, lawyer. -I know.

Shall we begin?

I'd like to make it clear that we won't leave the room-

-until I've found out the truth about your involvement in all this.

Understood? No rests, no breaks.

My client is entitled to...

Your client entitled to legal advice.

But if you open your trap for any other reason than to cite the law-

-I'll put a muzzle on you myself.

Interview with Mauritz Leverkuhn.

Interviewer, Van Veeteren. Also present, Thomas Zimmer, lawyer-

-and police officer Leghart. The time is 19:15 hours.

Well...

I have in my hand your testimony as to what you did-

-the night your father was murdered.

I would now like you to amend it-

-especially as regards your visit to Vera Lang, and your sister Irene.

Yes...I visited Vera Lang that evening.

Then Irene rang. She was unhappy, so I went to see her.

I didn't mean to hamper your work. It was for private reasons that l...

What did you and Irene talk about that night?

She'd found out that our father was dying. She was upset...

Right. That's why she sought medical help when she heard the news-

-and you went to a prostitute.

I needed...

What does it matter? My sister's dead. You don't know what I'm going through.

What I think is that you suddenly realised-

-that your father, dying, full of remorse and guilt...

...shame...

...wanted her forgiveness. Yours too, perhaps.

Everyone's forgiveness.

And all you could feel was fear.

No empathy, no hate.

But fear that everyone was going to find out.

That the name Leverkuhn was going to be dragged through the mud.

-So you had to silence him. -I love my sister.

I don't give a toss what...

Why don't you tell it like it is?

Your sister was raped night after night, year in year out...

...and you - you were six, nine, ten?

And time passes...

Mauritz? Why didn't you help her?

I knew nothing of what he was doing.

-Who are you trying to protect now? -I knew nothing. I saw nothing.

But you heard...

You heard the noises.

From her room, at night.

And sure you saw. You saw her look.

At the breakfast table in the morning.

And you saw how her little body shrunk on the sofa in front of the TV-

-as she tried to make herself invisible to her father's eyes.

And you knew exactly what was going on.

-I couldn't stop it. -You don't need to comment.

What can I do? I can't turn back time. She's dead. What can I do?

Tell me where M�nster is.

Was it your father who taught you to keep silent? Is Waldemar your model?

Or perhaps it's your mother...

...who's taught you to stay silent, and swallow.

Listen to me.

I don't want to give up. I want to believe that M�nster's still alive.

His family also wants to believe it.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Is it OK? -Sure. It's OK.

-Hi. -Hello.

Do you know what this is? A full confession.

I'll put it here on the side for you.

-How did you get him to confess? -We had to get tough.

We brought in Van Veeteren. He did it in 22 minutes.

One more thing. This is from Van Veeteren.

TRUE CRIME

Get well soon.

You solved it!