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The owner of the flat discovered them late Wednesday night.

It's him.

The owner of the flat discovered them late Wednesday night.

Come on, it's gonna go!

It's a really good one!

Sylvia!

It's so loud in there.

Are these free?

They're all yours.

Football fans on trains are the worst.

I'm Pieter.

I'm Mac.

And this is Sylvia.

On a tight budget, huh?

Scrapbook.

Nice tats, man.

Thanks.

I'm almost done.

I'm done with both sleeves.

Like a living compass.

They're beautiful.

My wife appreciates art.

Oh, Jesus.

Thank you.

Get up.

I've been trying to call you.

I want to see Kimberly.

Oh, no, no.

Wait, what time is it?

Nine.

You look like shit.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, I feel like shit.

Get ready.

I'll order you something to eat.

Oh, God dammit, I'm not hungry.

Stop.

Fine.

I won't get you anything to eat.

Valerie...

No!

No!

It doesn't help.

I need to see her.

You shouldn't.

Just trust me.

I don't want to see where it happened.

Just 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.

We have dusted for prints, but...

It's been rented by hundreds of people.

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.

There was no forced entry.

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.

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.

The left upper arm was inserted into the male victim.

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 organized 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 M.O.

of a random killer.

America's an arrogant country.

I hope I don't offend you.

No.

Where are you headed, actually, man?

Working my way north.

You?

Um... Same.

No real plans.

We should all hang out together.

Pick a place to get off.

Come on.

It'll be fun.

Adventure 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.

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

You only.

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.

Yeah.

I mean, she loved making you proud.

We couldn't just let them go to Hawaii or the Caribbean for their honeymoon,

no.

We had to be the hero by her, the big hero adventure.

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

She 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?!

WHY?!

WHY?!

Gosh, I feel like I'm going crazy.

I'm so sorry.

How did this happen to us?

I don't know.

One bottle of vodka.

And three cups of...

I guess one cup then.

I feel like I'm abandoning her.

No.

You're not.

I'm here, okay?

This is what I do.

You...

You 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.

Surely the congestion caused by...

you only having the two roadways... means that expansion is an inevitability.

No, there are two, if not three plans for other airports...

to be built with the damage to the environment... as far less extreme.

Over two weeks after the brutal 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.

Put your hands off me.

I'll call you back, thanks.

Thanks.

Do you get Mr Cannon 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.

I will find the answers myself.

I don't recommend you do that.

You had your chance.

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 want to 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 a.m.

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.

It's your job to be helpful, right?

Be helpful.

Do me a favor 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 give me a fucking flight?

Is everything okay, madam?

Perfect.

Sir, you need to come with us.

Yeah.

Thank you for your help.

Hi there.

Can I see a passport?

Yeah.

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. Cannon.

I assure you that I... Detective Cannon.

It's Detective Cannon.

And the last thing I want is your sympathy.

Your daughter's personal belongings.

Now, please.

Think about what I said.

Reports suggest the couple were backpacking through Europe.

They've been staying at the Cathedral Youth Hostel in Munich for a week.

Early speculation indicates that this is the third in a series of reports.

Well, they will be back later.

There's more to come.

Buchholz is the next president of the Reichswehr.

Will the Reichswehr be back this weekend?

I'm afraid, Mr. Cannon.

The Reichswehr will be back tomorrow.

Tell me a little about that.

Oh, well.

I don't know.

I'll let you know when the estoch is over.

You'll see, you'll always be here and that will make you proud.

Stab him in the ribs and then I'll hold him to a cold towel.

I'll have to give her one.

I've never been to the Reichswehr.

I'll have to hold him in a cold towel.

Hey!

Detective Kano, there's still a restaurant in Munich

where you can break 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.

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 cyclopentholate.

It's an agent in hydros.

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 and 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.

It's already marked as evidence.

It's part of the London investigation.

I'm sorry.

The eyes.

They don't belong to the victims.

Detective Cannon, now I have someone to question.

Oh.

You're wasting your time.

He's moved on.

Miss Lombard.

You're now part of an ongoing investigation.

It's a criminal offense to reveal what's on the postcard.

Understand?

Each day your mail will be opened by a police officer, morning and afternoon.

Starting tomorrow.

Okay?

Okay.

Thank you very much.

Hi.

Police sources have confirmed that an American journalist...

living in Stockholm received a postcard this morning.

Good night, Miss Lombard.

Good night.

Miss Lombard.

What?

What do you want?

My name's Detective Cannon.

I just want to ask you about the postcard.

You're a detective.

Talk to the detectives.

Please.

They are going to send you something else.

And by then, they'll beat you to death.

Please.

I just want to help.

I'm leaving you my card.

Damn.

Oh, yeah.

Well, maybe it's fate running into him twice, eh?

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

Hey, man.

How bizarre bumping into you.

You thought you 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, that's just you.

You Americans crack me up.

Come, let's go for a drink.

Life's for the living.

So, uh, how long you been here for, man?

Uh, a couple of days.

Yeah?

Us too.

Where are you staying?

In the, uh...

Stortigate.

And you?

Oh, just a place back there.

Six.

Fancy.

How do you know that?

I'm stalking you.

Oh, the bag.

Hey.

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 worldwide investigation.

You do understand that this would explain why my daughter's hands are still missing.

Detective Cannon.

Did you hear what I just said?

All our units have been provided with a 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're a hard shot, detective.

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

What the fuck does that mean?

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 sympathize, of course.

But your objectivity has... Fuck!

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

You do sympathize, of course.

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

Wait, Vanto, please.

I...

The reporter I interned for in Chicago, he did a similar piece...

And it outsold everything that year.

So, you found it okay?

Yeah.

People are helpful.

Thank God they speak a little bit of English.

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

I don't know.

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.

What do you want from me?

I've been thrown into this mess and nobody's 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 I want to help.

So 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 thing we do.

One covers politics.

One covers finance.

One, culture.

And the postcards?

Well, what do we have?

In Madrid, it said, till death do us part.

In London, watch the innocent die.

In Munich, it said, feel the pain, see the truth.

And here, love will never die.

And every sentence is always followed by an ellipsis.

Dot, dot, dot.

A continuation?

Yeah.

He announces his arrival in the city with a postcard.

Selects a couple.

Young, newly married, happy.

You like herring?

It's the worst decision I've ever made.

I was trying to be polite.

Why did he say she wasn't with him?

They're very independent people.

She likes to fly and she likes trains.

Here he comes.

Mack, Sylvia, I need my wife and the ice behind my tattoos.

Nienke.

It's a pleasure meeting you both.

You kept your existence very quiet.

Well, in my husband's defense, it sounds as if you

two ditched him before you could reveal very much.

Touche.

Maybe something stronger?

Yes, you would.

Yeah.

Absolutely.

Okay, let's go.

Tequila!

Tequila!

Tequila!

Have you guys been to Björksker yet?

Is that the island?

Yes.

It's part of the archipelago.

This time of year, it's really something.

Desolate, moody.

It's just a short ferry ride.

You should come.

The finger in the wound, I recognize.

But the woman's hand...

No.

The incredulity of St. Thomas.

It has been depicted by many artists.

It's by Caravaggio.

Thomas the Apostle, skeptical of Jesus' resurrection.

You see here?

He is testing the wound to see if it bleeds.

Unless I see the nail marks in his hands and put my hand into his side,

I will not believe it.

Hence the phrase, doubting Thomas.

Saturn devouring his son by Franziska Goyle, exhibited in London.

Postcards said, watch the innocent die.

This, the incredulity of St. Thomas, on display right there in that building.

Why didn't you bring this to the Stockholm task force?

Because they're by the book.

And you seem...

You seem open to possibilities.

You seem open to possibilities.

All right, whoa, stop.

I've seen him before.

This woman is moving off with him.

That's not a him.

It's a them.

Go back to the day before.

Stop.

There they are.

Pick up your goddamn head.

Forty odd cameras and not one of them picked up their faces.

Seriously, you must take it easy on yourself.

You've gotten us somewhere, and that's a good thing.

And Detective Hogland promised me she will

include you in all intelligence going forward.

Big fucking deal.

Tomorrow at this time, another couple will be dead.

Look, have them cross-reference passports.

Any couples that have been to Madrid, London,

Stockholm, here, it can't be that hard to find them.

The European Union operates a freedom of movement agreement.

We still have porous borders.

Are you telling me there's no foolproof way of registering people's comings and goings?

With terrorism and the refugee crisis, some

countries have reinstated temporary controls.

But generally speaking, no.

You have to let me see all the files.

You want me to retire immediately, yeah?

No, I don't.

I want to help you catch them.

Listen, these two could be interesting.

He moved to Stockholm a week ago.

She's a couple of days later.

And we're tracking their credit card.

Not yet.

Do it.

Oh, I remember, Fredrik.

I found that muscle.

Oh, yeah.

On the train.

Sylvia!

Did you lose a little thing?

That's my hat.

Where did you get it?

It's your so-called note.

Give it to me.

Yeah.

You weirdo.

You know what?

A gift.

You're not going to get it back, though.

You're going to keep it.

26 and 23.

They're Dutch.

He gave his passport information to rent an apartment at Schinstegarten.

According to the owner, they arrived separately from Germany.

At the airport, we have evidence she changed sterling into Swedish kronor.

He has two reported offenses for drug possession.

She works at a tattoo parlor and has spent two years at the Gerrit Rietveld Academy.

What's that?

It's an art school.

The owner says they haven't been here all day.

This hat...

It's Kimberly's.

Detective Killen, I'm so sorry.

They're here's.

They're from the Munich murders.

Yeah, you may be right.

Somewhere there are undiscovered victims.

This is Antonio Canova.

Psyche revived by Cupid's kiss.

Let me guess, exhibited?

Here in the National Museum in Stockholm.

Can you tell me what it was?

And it represents Cupid waking Psyche's lifeless

corpse and reuniting the torn apart lovers.

Love will never die.

Hmm.

So do you think that the ears are supposed to represent the wings?

I guess so.

I also think that Madrid is a sculpture.

This one, Rodin's The Kiss.

I mean, look at the lips.

They don't actually touch.

Like they were interrupted or...

Tell death to his pardon.

Yeah.

Messages on the postcard.

Death, pain, I...

I get it, but...

But, love, I just...

I don't understand what they're talking about.

What are they trying to say?

Uh, that love is deadly?

That love is...painful?

I...

I think they're trying to destroy joy.

I'm sorry, I...

I forgot for a moment.

It's okay.

I just want to bring her home.

I fell asleep, God knows how.

I feel like I haven't slept in weeks.

I get dressed, go to the office just so that I don't sit at home feeling useless.

I think that useless is exactly how we're supposed to feel.

Hey, I gotta go.

I will keep you posted.

I promise.

Okay?

Directly after.

Can you zoom in?

See them directly after that, sis?

Okay.

Okay, so this is footage from a storefront security

camera one block away from the fare terminal.

So we slowed it down and I had it enhanced.

Wait, have you got the keys?

No, you have the keys.

I have the keys.

Um, hi, we are checking out of room 418.

Let me get your bill ready.

Mr. and Mrs. Randall?

Mr. and Mrs. Randall.

I love the sound of that.

You won.

Hm?

You're gonna die maybe...

Police!

You're gonna die!

Can somebody please tell me what's going on?

Can you tell us who they are?

Yeah, that's Peter and Yankee from Amsterdam.

Wait, why?

Did they do something?

Is that why you brought us here?

Jesus Christ.

You took a ferry with them to Bjorkscyrin?

That...

that happened there?

You were with them?

Where have you on surveillance footage?

Yeah, yeah, we were with them.

We took a ferry.

We planned to explore and stay over.

But then Mac wasn't feeling well, so we left.

So you left on the next ferry?

There's something about being sick in a foreign country.

You know, it's like double worse.

You just want to be at home in your own bed.

You need room service.

We went back to the hotel.

I had chicken soup and I barely touched it.

And Sylvia had burger and fries.

Yeah, we got the ferry back.

I have a receipt.

Mac always makes fun of me because I save everything for a memory book.

I can show you.

It's with my things.

We'll check.

She seems generally distressed.

I agree.

Seems unsettled.

Should just play along.

Empathize with her.

She is a clever girl.

I can see her weakness.

Her heels turning.

I wonder how you liked Madrid.

Madrid?

I don't understand.

Are we making you nervous?

Well, I mean, yeah.

You know, I've seen these movies.

You know, Americans thrown in jail in a

foreign country for something they didn't do.

There's no way these kids are responsible for what I saw five weeks ago.

No.

I've never even been to Spain.

Look, we landed in Rome.

We spent a while there.

Then we got a train to Paris and rented a little apartment.

Do we have proof they were in Paris?

Anyone can rent an apartment and not stay in it.

He's right.

What was that, Piers?

You said you're right.

Ask her about the details.

Yes.

Ask her about the details.

Make her be specific.

We ate at the same restaurant every day.

Le Comptoir.

If you get me my bag, I can show you the receipts.

Like I said, I'm a bit of a collector.

Yeah, we'll have it checked.

She is lying.

Perhaps.

No.

She's too polished.

It's rehearsed.

You've got to push her harder, trip her up.

Let me in there.

Detective Cannon, please.

We have a process.

Your process sucks.

Oh, cuteness.

You've always been so nice.

So where did you travel to from Paris?

Luxembourg.

Which I did not expect to like, but we did.

The exhibits, the museums, Notre Dame.

Not THE Notre Dame.

But beautiful.

It is possible.

I mean, maybe it's not them.

No.

They would have you believing that up is down, that black is white.

That girl!

That girl?

She killed my daughter.

I will stake my life on it.

Show me the receipts from the museums you visited.

I'm really tired.

Please, have a look.

Okay.

I love museums.

See?

RMDR in Luxembourg.

I still don't know why any of this is relevant to what happened.

Yeah, I haven't really tried to be helpful here.

But can we please go now?

Once again.

You arrived to London.

And then?

From London back to Luxembourg and Czech Republic.

And now we're here.

And everywhere you went, you paid with cash.

You must admit that's not common.

Do you know what credit card companies charge in fees?

It's the only way to travel and not come back to a mound of debt.

A prepared answer for everything.

Each of us lost our parents young and we both got a small inheritance.

Being alone in this world has made us very, very close.

Can we go now?

I mean, have you ever seen a file so thin?

It's like until four years ago they didn't exist.

Interpol is coordinating with the US.

If there's something out there, they'll find it.

Listen.

I had this case once.

The beautiful daughter of the most celebrated

architect in Germany beaten to death.

Her father hunted down the guy who did it and shot him 12 times.

And later, after the whole thing calmed down, he shot himself.

Well, I'm not real sure how you want me to respond to that.

Getting justice won't be the end.

You see, the problem is, every time I close my eyes, the

image that I see is my daughter laying on a cold slab.

And that's never gonna go away.

I have to go now.

Well...

Safe travels.

Wait.

I think I feel smiling.

How did you get this?

Don't ask.

It is like I am bashing my face into a wall over and over again.

No, Val.

It's not okay.

I am telling you.

Everyone has a history.

Everyone.

But these two, there is just nothing.

It is like they are goddamn ghosts.

Maybe I can call in a favor.

Jacob?

You still there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm here.

Some influence with the DA's office.

Thanks for doing this, Bill.

People keep asking what they can do to help and there really isn't anything.

But I thought just maybe you might.

Does the name Simon Haysmith mean anything to you?

You mean the guy who defrauded some of the

richest men on Wall Street for like 300 million?

That's him, yeah.

The feds spent a fortune in taxpayer dollars preparing to prosecute him.

They didn't have the case they wanted so they

squeezed his employees, his accountants, attorneys.

None of them said anything.

So one of the biggest white collar

criminals of history was about to walk away.

What does this have to do with Cayman Islands?

Well, they were just about to drop the charges when

out of nowhere the case was just given to them.

Bank account numbers in Brussels, Cayman Islands, so on and so on and so on.

Somebody gave him up?

Who?

His son.

That son of a bitch's son.

Kid detests him, wants him destroyed.

Are you telling me that Mac is Haysmith's son?

Yes, I am.

Do you have any idea why you gave him up?

No, not from the little bit I've been able to access.

The real story is behind a shitload of redactions in that file.

Witness protection.

Was he a minor at the time?

Yeah.

That's why the Bureau's kept tight-lipped about everything.

And how old was he then?

Fifteen.

And the wife?

No mention.

And where's Haysmith?

Doing life at Osborne.

All right, can you get in to see him?

Oh, I'm trying.

Did you sleep at all?

You know when you look in someone's eyes and you know they're lying to you?

And guilty.

I've never been more sure about anything in 30 years.

They've discovered a fifth couple.

Outside Amsterdam.

Artist studio a bit away from everything.

The targeted journalist was away on assignment.

You know what I'm gonna ask?

At least now you know.

Yeah.

At least I know.

She collects them.

Receipts.

She collects other people's receipts.

Museums, ferries, restaurants.

Physical proof of places they were supposed to have been.

The artist must be prepared to sacrifice everything.

Even life itself.

No weakness.

Art is a wound turned into light.

Come in.

How are we tonight?

Very well, thank you.

Okay, so they confirmed the room service order was placed from outside the hotel.

Apparently it's more common than you think.

I need to see a detailed map.

Use my computer.

I'm gonna pee.

Jemma Höglund.

Excuse me.

Mack and Sylvia Randolph.

Detective Cannon, do not go to that room.

No, they crafted their own alibi.

You have no idea what's scaring you in the face.

Do you think he saw?

Not sure.

We'll take care of it.

They're gone.

We marked their passports.

They can't go far.

They can go anywhere they damn well please.

Jacob!

Jacob, I'm sorry.

I don't know how much you read, but it's not just some tabloid expose.

It's about your loss and your strength in the face of it.

Do what you have to do.

I don't have to do anything.

I'm not gonna submit it.

They got away.

What?

Good night, Desi.

Jacob!

I'm going to bed.

I mean, who knows if A.

Smith will agree to see me.

I just can't sit at home doing nothing anymore.

Valerie.

It's probably locked, right?

Yes.

Okay, should I try the back?

That's all?

Wow.

This place is massive.

Just another empty room.

Wait, wait, wait.

What is that?

I don't know.

There's a lock on the outside.

It's weird.

Hello?

Hello?

I have called the police!

Oh, shit.

I gotta call you back.

We're always having trouble with squatters.

What with the house being empty for nearly four years.

And if it's not them, it's the press.

You know what with what happened here.

Will you forgive me?

Oh.

Please, forgive me.

Oh, of course.

Let me make you a coffee.

Oh, you're so sweet.

Thank you.

I'm your new neighbor, Nancy.

Oh, Valerie.

So nice to meet you.

I didn't really call the police, by the way.

Oh, thank God.

The boy, Simon Jr., was friends with my son, Evan.

He was a sweet child.

Very smart.

Good at sports.

He came over here sometimes to do his homework.

And then something changed around... I don't remember exactly.

Maybe when he was ten?

What changed?

He kind of went quiet.

I knew something was wrong, but it didn't make any sense.

Not then, at least.

What do you mean?

Well, Simon Sr. was on two boards with my husband, a

big philanthropist and an active member of the church.

His wife, Lorena, was a stay-at-home mom.

She was beautiful.

She looked a bit like Melania Trump with those big Slavic eyes.

She used to be a model, I think, from Russia originally.

More wine?

Oh, I shouldn't.

If you want the whole story, you most definitely should.

Thank you.

She loved to bake pies.

Around Thanksgiving, she would bake five different kinds.

They seemed to be the perfect couple.

And then she killed herself.

Oh my God.

How?

Hanging.

The kids found her.

Oh, kids?

Simon... Oh, Simon had an older sister, Marina.

Ah.

Their father was so strict.

The kids were always, yes please and thank you ma'am.

He pushed them to be the best at everything.

Forever dragging them to some art exhibition or lecture.

Didn't seem to want them to have any fun.

Never ever went on holidays.

One time, Marina dripped ice cream on her top.

And Simon Sr. took her inside the house.

And when they came out, she wouldn't speak.

Wouldn't say a word.

Did you find out what happened?

I found out later.

He had beaten her so hard, she had welts on her backside.

My neighbor was cruel.

He demanded perfection from his family, especially his children.

And if they didn't achieve his high standards

immediately, he would whip it out of them.

I told my husband I had suspicions, but he just told me to mind my own business.

Do you know where they are now?

I haven't seen Marina since she left for boarding school.

And I think Simon was there.

He was taken by Child Protective Services.

It's a break in the pattern.

Not a married couple.

Fewer days between murders.

No real signs of violence.

Actually, Mr. Mellet and Mr. Rineke were recently married.

Belgium was one of the first countries to allow same-sex marriage.

This is where it happened.

An Cecil, do you want me in the house, please?

Thank you.

We found this postcard at the CNN offices.

Wait, was there a photograph of that?

No photo.

It has come full circle.

The handwriting looks different.

No photograph.

No unconnected body parts.

Gay couple.

You think it's a copycat?

How could the Randalls have left Stockholm undetected?

Look.

Ugarose, Dante and Virgil in hell.

Bill's got me in to see Hay Smith.

I gotta run.

Valerie.

Yes, yes.

I'll be careful.

Bublitz sent the photos and also the crime scene photos of Amsterdam.

Wait, wait.

Go back.

This is my grandmother's ring.

This is my daughter's hand.

I'm sorry.

This is my daughter's hand.

No.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

We got 15 minutes, ma'am.

Forgive me for staring.

You're the first good looking woman I've seen in a very long time.

Do you have a mind to match that face?

..a mind brilliant enough to get me out of here?

We're building a case to launch an appeal.

I found a number of inconsistencies in the evidence provided by your son.

Did I tell you he defiled the de Kooning?

Those two had everything.

Everything.

You cannot buy the kind of education they had.

Respect for money is important to you, isn't it?

Of course.

Listen to me very carefully.

The sins of the father, this is not.

Care to elaborate?

Oh, we have 15 minutes to go, Ms. Cannon.

Can we please not spend it talking about these ungrateful bastards?

Let's talk about politics, art.

Let's talk about the late works of the Cubists,

how the Expressionists were a reaction to fascism.

What?

Or how being sent to boarding school affects your child.

What happened to your daughter?

There seems no trace of her.

We're looking for cause.

Why would Simon Jr. make up stories about you?

Did you know your senses get heightened in this place?

I don't know why.

Perhaps it's all the noise...

followed by the silence.

A father's duty is to teach, and I did just that.

I taught them culture, ethics, morality, discipline.

Is that right?

Oh, you're just like her.

Devious little bitch.

Young girls need to be just that.

Young girls.

You'll find them together.

You can't keep them apart.

Except by force.

That's something you're very good at.

Oh, are you judging me?

No, I think a court already did that.

Well, society is full of wrong decisions made by decent people.

Take me, for example.

I met with you because I actually thought you might be able to help me.

Well, it was a huge error of judgment on your part.

So, I take it you won't be handling my appeal?

Enchanté, madame.

Enchanté.

It seems that the majority of Hayesmith's rage was focused on the girl.

So Marina gets sent away to boarding school,

and Simon stops at nothing to get her back.

That is one hell of a brother.

Unless...

Unless it's more than that.

What is it?

What do you mean?

Valerie said that Hayesmith called Marina a devious bitch.

But he also said something about young girls needing to be young girls,

and that it would take force to keep them apart.

Christ.

Mac and Sylvia Randolph?

They are Marina and Simon Hayesmith.

What?

No, I mean that our suspects that we've been

chasing across Europe, they're not married.

They're not husband and wife.

They are brother and sister.

Head of St. John the Baptist.

What?

Head of St. John the Baptist.

Sitting tribute to that sadistic bastard.

We have to make sure that everyone knows, and most importantly, why.

He took beauty and made it cruel and ugly.

Will they even let him see, do you think?

I want him to see his destruction, Marina.

I want him to hurt like we did.

Hey, hey.

I'm here.

I'm right here.

We have fucked with his notion of perfection.

That'll get inside his mind like no incarceration can.

I know I shouldn't, but I almost feel...

they're playing out their story.

Look, the kiss.

The pain of lovers torn apart.

Saturn devouring his son.

The father that destroyed their lives.

It all makes horrible, twisted sense.

Love, pain, death.

Completion.

Yeah, but the last postcard still had an ellipsis.

They're not finished yet.

The message they're sending is that their love is valid.

They are angry at the world for not accepting them.

I think the murders in Brussels were exact and purposeful, not random.

Why?

Because other forms of love for centuries forbidden are now accepted by most,

but not theirs.

To feel powerful in the face of powerlessness.

Yeah, exactly.

What if we took that away from them?

How do you mean?

That article you're gonna write about me?

My name is Dave Benling, and with my brothers Brian and Jesse and our partner

Peter, we opened the Colesco Carne Asada cart in, uh... Simon, babe, come here.

Over the last two weeks, I have had a front row seat to the investigation.

The investigation of the serial murders dubbed the postcard killings.

They have dominated our headlines, but the media analysis is wrong.

As odd as it sounds, these crimes are not driven by bloodlust or cruelty.

Instead, they are a cry for understanding.

I've had a front row seat via Detective Jacob

Cannon, the American father of one of the victims.

He's an outsider here, like me, but he will not let the grimness of this

world distract him from his commitment to find justice for his daughter.

Because unlike the killer's family, this father's love is 100%.

It's obvious from the brutality of the crimes that

the killer's had a horribly abusive childhood.

The words on their postcards have been kept guarded, but they reveal a rage and

passionate commitment to the validity of their own struggle.

And that struggle is their message.

And that message is justice.

But now we have heard you.

And you can stop.

This has been difficult for me.

And frightening.

But Jacob has shown me what it means to be...

really good.

A good detective.

A good father.

A good man.

We make her our final piece.

She makes everything complete.

You know, maybe we should stop.

Get a car.

Disappear.

No.

Maybe we should split up.

We're not splitting up.

I want to live a normal life.

That is what we are doing.

Creating a chance for that.

Artists were judged in their lifetimes.

Just as we are.

Oh, my God.

Do you really care about this?

Like, all I care about is losing you.

I love you.

And I love you.

Me neither.

We shouldn't have to hide anymore.

I went to the police so that we didn't have to live like this.

Oh, my God.

Don't talk about it.

It hurts.

Be with us.

Or go home.

Thank you, Miss Lambert, for telling our

story with the meaningful heart it deserves.

The curtain is pulled back.

Don't understand.

Iron curtain.

Iron curtain.

Mother was Russian.

Irina Smirnova.

She, um, was born in St. Petersburg.

She moved to the U.S.

with her parents after the Soviet Union collapsed.

My guess is they're traveling under the names Simon and Marina Haysmith again,

using their Russian passports.

Which would explain how they left Sweden.

And how they passed across boulders.

If you checked, I'll bet Haysmith is using a bank account in Brussels.

Well, out of Brussels was not to throw us off, just to redirect her thinking.

No, look, we know that they're heading north.

They crossed the border on the other side of Helsinki.

They are damn near in St. Petersburg.

If they make it to Russia, they're virtually untouchable.

No extradition treaties.

Jesus, why can't we catch a break here?

A postcard turned up at a newspaper in Paris this morning.

And in Hamburg and in Budapest.

What did they say?

All the same.

Now we are reborn.

With a dot, dot, dot?

No, just a single dot.

I'll open Hoagland and Interpol, see if we can trace the email.

There's a manhunt across Europe.

In the meantime, sit tight, my friend.

Not a chance in hell.

I'm going back to Munich.

Understood.

You do what is expected.

I'm gonna do what's needed.

I know you know how to use it.

Only you can determine if you should.

How far is the Russian border?

Around three hours.

There's only one road.

I feel like a Susie!

Susie!

Susie!

Desi!

Desi!

Morning.

We knew you'd figure it out.

It was Mac's idea to mention the curtain being pulled back.

Our mother was the one good thing in our lives.

She tried to protect us from it.

But monsters will remain monsters no matter what you try to do to tame them.

For centuries, artists have killed things in a moment.

We reinvented that.

When you wrote about the intensity of our rage, it was so perceptive.

We were lucky to have each other.

My father wasn't a good man either.

If I'd had a brother, it would have been easier.

That man deserves to rot in hell.

Who can say how we feel is unacceptable?

Love is love.

I like you.

So why don't you let me go?

Hey, stop!

Stop!

Mac, this is good.

Mac, stop the car.

Listen, listen.

Sylvia, listen.

Please, let me go.

Please.

I'm so cold.

It won't take very long.

And I promise you won't feel any pain.

Okay?

Are we good to go?

Perfect.

All right.

All right.

Here they are.

I'll take Leonie's reclining nude.

Art is a wound turned into light.

you don't drink this, you don't feel any pain.

Okay?

Come on.

Come on.

Right.

Fuck you!

Hey!

Do you think that you can stop this?

Step away from her.

Hands where I can see them.

Your daughter was lovely.

Shut up.

She had the longest fingers.

So graceful.

You didn't know my daughter.

You don't get to talk about her.

But she talked about you.

She talked about you a lot.

She said she wished kids had a say in their parents' divorce.

Our father was nothing like you.

But your mother...

must have really hurt when she died, huh?

He took everything from her.

Till there was nothing left.

Marina, are we okay?

No!

You're not going to go after them?

Nowhere for them to go.

Marina?

Are we going home?

Yes.

This love never sets there.

Never.

We'll be accepted.

No one can hurt us again.

I love you so.

I love you so.

Hello.

Hey.

I was worried I wasn't going to get to see you again.

Ready to go?

Yes, I am.

Let me carry that.

Your countrymen will be reading the salacious details over their conflicts.

It somehow just compounds the tragedy of it all.

A.

Smith has enormous amounts of blood on his hands.

And really...

No family connection at all.

They were adopted at birth.

Three years apart from two different states.

According to press reports, he had this attorney on retainer.

Was very specific on what he wanted.

Looks, background.

Early genetic engineering at its finest.

Exactly.

Seemingly, he was impotent in more than just the emotional sense.

Damn.

You know, Simon and Marina, they could have gotten married.

Lived happily ever after.

My daughter and all those others.

They would still be alive.

Everything is arranged.

Car to the airport.

Plane to take you to London so that you...

all you know...

bring home.

Yeah.

You're a good man.

Thank you for everything.

And you'll let me know when they find their bodies.

It was nice to have you with me on my last case.

What will you do tomorrow?

Fire my dog walker.

Don't end up like me.

Find a new beginning.

You raised a great kid.

She was happy.

Well, at least we got something right.

I think we got it all right.

Until we didn't.

We?

Probably don't want to, but...

people are coming back to my place.

Oh.

I will see you there in a bit.

Oh, kiddo.

I'm gonna miss you so much.

Yeah?

Hey, Smith.

Yeah.

We got a call.

Let's see.

Thanks.

Thanks.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

Dad?

Is that you?