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- Hey.

Wisting.

- Okay.

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Are we going in the right direction?

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- Hi there.

- Oops.

Hi.

- Harriet Dunn.

Welcome to Vilnius.

- Oh, thank you.

You worked here for a long time?

- Long enough.

- I appreciate Interpol coming to help us.

Okay, we have an appointment

to visit Ignas Valotka at the Vilniusi

Prison tomorrow morning.

- Oh, that's great.

- You want to fill me in on the case?

- Absolutely.

Maybe you need to rest?

- No. No, no, no.

I'm fine.

- No? Okay.

That's good, because, afterwards, I think we should

pay Ignas's mother a visit.

So, back in 2017, Ignas visited Norway

with the Lions Cub Exchange Program, and he raped

and he killed this girl--

Tone?

- Tone.

Well, a guy fitting his description

was seen near the crime scene, and we

believe he sexually assaulted the daughter

of the host family.

- Why didn't they catch him?

- Because the chief investigator got tunnel

vision on Tone's ex-boyfriend.

- Oh, this guy.

- Mm-hmm.

And the host family, they, uh, chose not

to report Ignas to the police.

They put him on a plane back to Lithuania.

- Well, he's safely behind bars now.

- Have you read his file?

- Mm-mm.

Not yet.

Still waiting on it.

Please tell me there's an impressive story about that.

- No, it's-- a car accident, that's all.

- Hi.

Are you Katrina?

- Yes.

- Hi, I'm Harriet Dunn.

We're from the police.

We'd like to talk about Ignas.

Can we come in?

- I already told the police everything I know.

- It's regarding his stay in Norway.

- Please, leave me alone.

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- Okay.

Here's your key.

- Thank you.

- I've got the file.

Ignas has appealed his sentence.

- Really?

- Yeah.

Should we go through this?

I'm-- I'm just upstairs.

- Oh, so you're staying at the hotel.

I thought you lived in the city.

Yeah.

Um, I like mini bars.

- Right.

The victim was a man?

- Yeah, his name was Marek Valotka.

He was Ignas's father.

- He killed his own father.

Why?

- Drugs maybe?

Apparently, Ignas beat up his mother first,

and then he stabbed his own father with a kitchen knife.

- Can I have a look?

- Yeah.

These are quite brutal.

- Yeah.

Oh, sorry.

- Go ahead.

- Yeah?

No.

No, no, no, no.

We never said that.

Nick.

What does this mean?

Assholes.

Fuck off, wanker.

- Trouble?

- Uh, yeah-- no, um, my boss.

Mm.

Uh, another drink?

- Uh, I better settle into my room, I think.

But would you mind if I bring the documents with me?

- Yeah, sure.

Knock yourself out.

- Okay.

See you tomorrow.

- Mm.

Good night.

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- Come on, wankers!

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- This is Detective Wisting from the Norwegian police.

- We are here to talk with you about, uh, Tone Vaterland.

Do you remember her?

- Tone?

Yes, of course.

She was Ignas's best friend.

- Yeah.

This is you, right?

You liked her, Tone?

- Yeah.

She was a nice girl.

- Did you think you had a chance with her?

- No.

I mean, she had a boyfriend.

- That's right.

But she and Daniel, they broke up that summer, didn't they?

- Did she reject you?

Ignas, is that what happened?

- No.

It's not even like--

look, I thought you were here for my appeal.

- Could you please tell us what happened to her?

- I can't believe Daniel would do that to her.

- You don't think he did?

A man with a jacket like this was

seen close to the crime scene the day of Tone's murder.

- Do you think I did it?

That's not even my jacket.

I borrowed it. - From who?

- It wasn't me.

My host family had sent me back by then.

- Why?

- Excuse--

- Ignas, please sit down.

We really want to hear your side of the story.

- What for?

You already think I did it.

You can ask Agnete.

She knows I would never hurt anyone.

- She's dead.

Agnete is dead.

- I was in love with her.

- You were in love with Agnete?

- I think she was in love with me, too.

But I never got to find out.

- Why?

- Her father was a very protective man,

if we can say that.

He found us in the bedroom, and he just freaked

out, totally overreacted.

- Well, you tend to overreact a little bit yourself as well,

don't you?

It's not how you think.

Well, my father, he chose to believe

the host family, the Lions Club,

all those fucking rumors about me.

He chose to believe them, not me.

And when I got back from Norway,

he beat me up.

My mother defended me.

And then, he beat her up, too,

while she hold my little sister in her arms.

I had to protect them.

- Do you feel you should be a free man, Ignas?

Because that's how Daniel feels, too.

And he was your friend, right?

And now you can help him by telling the truth.

- Did you kill her?

I wasn't even in the country.

You don't listen to me.

I told you, I had already been sent home.

- We checked with the Lions Club,

and you didn't have plane tickets back to Lithuania

until the day after.

- No.

That's not right.

Agnete's mother, she-- she didn't want me

in the house for another day, so

she bought me another ticket.

They booked me an earlier flight.

I had to wait in Amsterdam for five hours.

You can check my phone, my old phone.

- Where is your phone?

- At my mother's.

- Well, we tried to visit her, but she wasn't very welcoming.

- Well, it's a bad plac she lives now.

Used to live in Sverinas.

- Really?

Your mother was the Katrina Valotka?

- Yeah.

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- Katrina Valotka was a very famous ballet dancer.

I guess they had to move after everything that happened.

- Oh.

- Hello?

Katrina?

Oh, that's her there.

- Yeah?

Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you making?

- Where are you going?

- I wanted to start over.

Now people talk again because of you.

- We spoke to Ignas.

We need his phone.

He told us what happened with your husband.

- He was mean to Ignas.

He was mean to me.

- I know.

- Should have left him.

- It's okay.

I understand.

- No, no, it's not your fault.

- Whatever you did, I'm sure you did it for your children.

- I killed him.

I stabbed him.

Ignas told the police that it was him, but it was me.

- If that's true, your son did that

for you and for his sister.

Katrina, you must never repeat what you

just said to me to anybody.

Do you understand me? No one.

Because if you do, you'll find yourself

in there with him.

He wanted me to take care of his sister.

- Are you sure?

I mean, if he's innocent.

- It was his choice.

I'll see if I can help him.

But please, we really need that phone.

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- Ah, you found it. Thank you.

Thank you.

Your boss again?

- Boss?

- Yeah, you said last time.

- Oh.

Uh, no, not boss--

ex-husband,

who won't find somewhere else to live.

- So that's why you're staying at the hotel.

- I also like mini bars.

- Yeah, right.

- Sorry, I should just take it.

Yeah?

- Hey!

Hey!

Stop!

Stop!

Fuck!

He stole my bag!

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

- Stop!

- Are you okay, Harriet? - I'm good!

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Nice swing.

Oh.

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Does it work?

No.

- I'll see if we can access the files when I get back.

- Let me get you some painkillers.

- No, I'm-- I'm fine.

- It's okay.

Thank you.

What kind of pills are they?

- You know, just horse tranquilizers.

- Okay, so you think I'm that big.

Well, you are much faster than you look.

And you swing like a cricket pro.

Uh, vodka.

Cheers.

- Whew.

- Oh.

- Oh.

Sorry about your husband.

- Ex-husband.

- Yeah, ex-husband.

- I was only supposed to transfer here for a few months,

and instead it's been almost, God, 10 years.

And for what?

You married?

- I was for a long time.

Sorry, it's--

it's really unprofessional of me.

- No.

No, no, it's fine.

Oh, I'm-- - Sorry.

I'm sorry. - No.

No, really.

It's all right.

- Maybe you should lie down.

- Is that better?

- It's much better.

- Planning some undercover work?

- Uh, no, it's, uh-- it's for my daughter.

She's having a baby.

- Oh, okay.

You're going to be a grandpa.

- Yep.

- Wow, yeah.

Um, I got you something.

I wouldn't want you to go home unarmed.

Thank you.

- Thank you.

Okay, so, uh, I'll let you know if we

find anything on his phone.

- Good, and I will try to help Ignas.

Maybe there's some hope for the appeal.

- Very nice meeting you, Harriet.

- Thanks for getting the mini bar bill.

I charged it to your room.

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