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But you like it...

-I don't like that. -Sorry.

We should never have come.

I've met someone.

Nobody you know. It's serious.

At least it feels that way now.

It was stupid to come here, but I thought it'd improve things.

But he's on my mind constantly.

You and me, Maarten, we're more like friends.

It's always been so, hasn't it.

It feels good to have it said.

That hurt!

No, not that... Please...

Swallow, Cat, Rose, Death

TWO YEARS LATER

-She has to go to the police. -She doesn't want to.

Besides, he's done nothing.

Threatening behaviour's illegal. - I'll see you.

My luck's turning, I feel it.

We're not letting you go until we've won all of next week's collection.

I'm in a dilemma. I can't go to the police for ethical reasons.

-But I said I knew a policeman who... -I can help you.

I was thinking more of you, Van Veeteren. An ex-cop.

It feels easier, less threatening.

So if you could talk to her and make her take the right decision.

I'm just as much an ex-cop - I'm still on sick leave. I can check him out.

What's his name?

That priest that's currently living off our holiday savings...

-Why didn't he call a real cop? -Van Veeteren lost even more, actually!

The simplest thing to do must be to call the police.

She's being beaten up and I can help her.

My hero!

-You know it's meant to snow tonight? -I want it unzipped! Stop it!

Hello?

Hello?

Police! Hit the ground! Hit the ground, or I'll shoot!

Stop!

Stop!

-M�nster! Hi! -Hi.

I thought you were seeing the psychologist!

That's on Tuesdays.

What are you doing here?

She was with a guy who was threatening her.

I hoped to get her to report the bastard so she could be rid of him.

Are you working extra for the Women's Refuge? Great!

I got here too late.

-Do you have a name or a description? -He's called Peter.

Let's hope he's left some clues behind.

-What's gone on here? -Jealousy, maybe?

Looks like they had a proper bust-up.

She's got a boyfriend called Peter.

We need his full name. Check letters, photos, telephone lists.

Check with the neighbours too.

-What have you got? -Death occurred 3 hours ago. Strangled.

-With what? -It's too early to say.

But I'd guess hands, or soft material, leather...

I'll know for sure tomorrow.

Give me a plastic bag, will you?

-I have to work now. See you later... -Oh, sure...

M�nster, it's the briefing tomorrow.

Do you want to come? You were first at the scene, after all.

-Sure. -Good. See you tomorrow at 9.00.

-Hello! -Hello.

-What about this one? -It'll just make me look frumpy!

You can at least try it on. It's nice.

He'll turn right round and walk away when he sees me in it.

Smile!

-Do you need any help? -No!

It'll be fine, Mum. I promise.

Just think happy. And say nothing about the Thursday group or the medication.

Or about me!

-At least then you'll get him home. -Do you think so?

-Can I have the bill? No, I want to... -It's from him over there.

M�nster!

Jaan! This is M�nster.

-This is Jaan from the profiler team. -Hi.

Hi! When do we get to see the scar?

-M�nster was first there yesterday. -M�nster, Moreno!

-Just a second... -Now.

OK, see you later. Hang around and we'll be back.

-Did you recognise him? -Yeah...

Hi, M�nster. You're still on sick leave.

He's a witness. He was the first at the scene, so I asked him to come here.

When you've left the details, you can go home.

You're welcome back as soon as you've finished your counselling.

I've gone over the story with her 1,000 times.

-I'm over it and I want to work. -Good.

It's a step in the right direction, but...

See you then.

Yes, but... I'll try again tomorrow.

I have to go. I'll speak to you later. Bye.

What's this then?

Jaan's been hunting out unsolved cases of people strangled from behind.

-Did he find one? -In Ohberleen, six months ago.

What is it with Jaan?

He seems so insensitive. Bet he plays golf too.

-Is this the victim's flat? -Yes.

-Have you spotted something? -What really happened at Maria Nef's?

First he beats her to death, parks the car far from the house...

...then walks back via the woods. Why was he there when I arrived?

Remember I said I heard a noise outside? As if he was up to something.

Isn't today Tuesday?

-There was... -Don't you have a counselling session?

To Maria, Yours for ever, Peter Zern.

Hi. I've got something for you.

After we spoke, I just had to go out to the house.

And I was looking around...

-Do you have a visitor? -Is it Menster? Hi.

Hi. Hello, M�nster...

Do you have any unperfumed deodorant?

-No, sorry. -What the hell...

What have you found?

Are you...?

Don't tell the others. What did you find?

-What? -What did you find?

I found the name of Maria Nef's lover.

You're kidding! - Jaan!

Jaan, listen to this! He's found the name. What was it?

The killer was there because he was looking for this.

It's a present from him to her. His name's inside.

Can I have a look?

I'm running around like a damn private detective. I want to work on this!

Maybe we can talk to Reinhardt. If he says he's OK, then he is.

He's a big boy now, after all.

I can talk to him, nothing more.

But I promise I'll try.

"To Maria. Yours for ever, Peter Zern."

Good morning. We're sharing a table for now. Is that OK?

Shall we draw a line across the middle, or can we trust each other?

-And Peter Zern? -Moreno's bringing him in.

-When did you start? -Seven.

How certain are you?

There are two Peter Zerns in the country. One is 70, the other 45.

With a previous record of abuse. And currently single.

Hello? OK, good. We're on our way.

Moreno has him in the interview room.

Recognise him?

No. It was too dark. I wasn't close enough.

But it could be him?

-Hi. -Hi.

You know you can stop the interview at any time and demand a lawyer?

-Yes. -Good.

What did you do last Monday?

-What am I suspected of? -Murder.

-I was at home. -Can you confirm that?

No. Who's been murdered?

-How well do you know Maria Nef? -Never heard of her.

What is all this?

Maria Nef was strangled at home. We suspect her lover.

You were once convicted of battering your ex-girlfriend.

I've never met this girl.

"Peter Zern"? I didn't write that.

-Did you give this book to Maria Nef? -No!

-You can check the handwriting. -Handwriting is easy to change.

I don't know her.

-Can you explain why she called you? -What?

We have lists...

According to this list, Maria Nef called you three weeks ago.

Just tell us if you want a lawyer.

-It must be her. -Who?

A woman called, looking for Peter Zern.

I said it wasn't me, and she said I was the only one in the directory.

And then?

We talked briefly. She could tell she'd made a mistake.

-So she already knew him? -It would seem so.

-Did she call again? -No.

Or do the lists say she called back several times?

Thanks, you can go.

Home?

-What? -The blood type doesn't match.

Oh, well...

Les Fleurs du Mal. Original language, first edition.

Do you realise how valuable this is?

Despite the faint smell of shit.

Oh, dear. What's all this? Is he an idiot, this Peter Zern?

It's apparently an alias.

How stupid can you be to write in a first edition?

Why stay behind and look for the book?

Good question.

It wasn't out of concern for the book. Come with me.

Come on...

You can't run a second-hand bookshop without a computer these days.

Now look at this. Internet!

You can find anything. Adverts, recipes, whatever you want!

I know...

You can even search for books. Lots of people do it.

You can...

You can even hold an auction.

Here's a list of particularly valuable books.

One was sold two years ago...

...by Hoffman's Auction House for 3,200.

-For a... -Baudelaire? Les Fleurs du Mal?

Slightly cracked spine, pages 32 to 34 a little damaged.

That's not our book. But I saw something here...

Page two. Upper corner torn away. We can look for that. Let's see...

All these are later editions...

There!

Yes! "Les Fleurs du Mal, first edition. Damp stained front page."

"Upper corner of page two torn away."

-That's our book! -Sold 10 November last year.

No, I'm afraid we have no Peter Zern on our books.

Maybe he just popped by and bought a book during a sale.

-What was it you said he'd bought? -A book.

Baudelaire's Les Fleurs du Mal.

-I found this on your website. -Fleurs du Mal... Fleurs du Mal...

-"Toi qui, comme un coup de couteau..." -Sorry?

Oh, yes... Here it is. Purchased by one Tomas Gassel.

-Tomas Gassel? Are you certain? -Tomas Gassel.

-Do you know where I can find him? -Sorry, he's not a regular.

Any receipt? Or has a staff member had contact with him?

I'm down as the reference...

-Maybe you remember him? -He was never here. We posted it.

-Would you like the address? -Definitely.

You can write it on the back...

Tomas Gassel. G-A-S-S-E-L.

He was the one who bought the Baudelaire book we found.

You'd best get over here.

It burnt down in November. The fire crew says it was derelict.

So how did it burn down?

-How are things? -Fine, fine...

How does he seem? The same old boring M�nster.

-Don't. -Something's up. He's unusually boring.

Rumour says his therapist doesn't want him to return to service.

There are rumours about you, too. Like that you shave your legs.

All rumours have a grain of truth...

Get a rope and a torch!

-Delicious! -Do you think so? Thanks!

No! No, thanks. No more for me, I have to go off a while.

-Are you leaving? -Just for an hour.

-I'll come back. I have to go to... -Dancing lessons.

-Dancing lessons. -Yes, dancing lessons.

Can't you skip them today?

We have to have a sick note. And I don't have one.

I'll be back soon.

No, no. No more for her. - Bye.

I'll be back.

I'll be waiting.

I'll clear the table later, when I get back. Bye.

Bye!

Sit down.

How's school coming on?

Come on, you don't have to talk if you don't want to.

I like talking. Tell me how you're getting on.

-Cheers. -Cheers...

If you ask my teachers, not so well.

Your teachers. I've a secret for you.

Teachers don't know what a bright person looks like.

They know nothing about life, or young people. They're fools.

I know what I'm talking about. You should've seen my leaving grades.

My parents cried. They thought I'd become a junkie.

But, the big question here, now, with you in front of me, is...

Do I have "unteachable" written all over my face?

Let me look at you.

Look at me.

I don't know you. But I sense you.

Have you told anyone about your mum and me?

-No. -Good. Good...

Martina is so...tense.

She needs to rest. Relax. What's she suffering from?

-Sorry? -I've seen the pills.

We both know she's not taking dancing lessons.

I know you've cared for her, but now I'm here.

Let me bear the burden. Don't you want us to help each other?

She's a manic-depressive.

On Thursdays she goes to rehab and sits talking in a group.

You mustn't say that I told you.

-Why not? -I promised not to say anything.

You're too young for all this worry.

Promise me that you'll never worry again-

-for the rest of your life!

Now you drink from my glass, and I'll drink from yours...

Drink from where my lips have been.

Never worry about anything ever again.

Look me in the eyes.

-Would you like a present? -What?

A book - that much I can tell you.

Blake!

It's possibly one of the greatest events of my life.

Thanks! That's so nice of you!

That edition is hard to get hold of. Rare.

Wait a second...

"To Monica."

"From your Benjamin Kerran."

Thanks!

-You know this is wrong. -What is?

You and me. What's happening. It's wrong.

What am I doing? Sorry, it was a mistake.

You gave it to me!

Female, aged 25 to 40.

-In the well for at least two months. -The fire was in November.

Corresponds reasonably with the time of death.

Was she strangled?

The hyoid bone is broken, which would suggest so.

But then she did fall down a well.

-Do you know who it is? -No.

She'd broken her arm, and had a titanium screw inserted.

Quite unusual.

I'll go out.

There's no need to worry.

If you're sure your daughter hadn't broken her arm, it's not her.

Restaurant Figaro, please. Thanks.

Good morning, Mrs Heinrich. I'm calling from the police.

I'd like to ask some questions about Hanna... No.

I'm working on another investigation.

Do you know if Hanna had ever broken her arm?

Jaan Blauvelt here. Do you have a table for tonight?

-Maybe not, but I have to rule her out. -As private a table as possible.

She had? A screw?

When was that?

8.00 p.m. That's great.

I can't tell you that, I'm afraid. I'll get back to you. Thank you.

-Have you found her? -Did you get hold of a table?

Hi. Greta Paas? We're from the police.

You shared a flat with Hanna Heinrich before she died...

Yes. I did. Come in.

We never read the textbooks at the police academy, just the blurbs!

So policemen can read, after all!

-How well did you know Hanna? -Not very.

We were on the same course.

-What were you studying? -Literary history.

So maybe you know of the French poet, Baudelaire.

Doesn't everyone?

When Hanna disappeared, we thought a man was involved.

Wasn't it you that told us that?

The affair was so ultra-secret, I knew it would end badly. But not like that.

How does a secret affair differ from an ultra- secret one?

-Are you being pedantic? -With a literary historian? Not me.

Hanna wanted everyone to know how much in love she was.

But no one was allowed to know. It was all on his terms.

So she wanted out. He was a fou.

-A what? -A nutter.

It's French. Baudelaire.

Are you sure she wanted to end it?

No, I'm not. But anyway she wasn't happy.

Even after a few weeks she said she was fed up-

-with his need for control and secrecy.

I said what I thoughtv "Break up with him."

She said she would, and then a week later she was gone.

-Did you hear his name? -No.

Does the name Tomas Gassel mean anything?

Tomas Gassel?

-Could that be it? -It's a character in a novel.

-A character in a novel? -Which novel?

A murder story, late 19th Century, no major work...

-Do you have it? -No.

We'd like to see it.

I haven't read it. We worked from a thesis published here...

...on Jack Fist's influence on early criminal literature.

You haven't heard of him, have you.

Where can we find the book?

He was a publisher.

You'll have to find it. You are the police.

-"Une fou"! -Un fou, if you please!

-I'd actually heard of him. Baudelaire. -Get out of here!

Snob!

-What is it? -Nothing.

-Come on, tell me! -It was nothing!

It's so nice to have you back.

Seriously. We've missed you.

I have.

-Yes, well... -Hey...

Do you still have that black dress you wore on your 30th?

It's a lovely dress...for tonight.

Here it is. That's itv "The Swallow".

Tomas Gassel. I can't believe I'd forgotten I had it!

-Have you read it? -No, but I've read about it.

-It was published by Jack Fist. -The publisher.

Not particularly worth reading.

He published several crime novels.

They're all interesting in their own ways.

-There might be other parallels. -That's very possible.

Herev "The Cat". Flick through it. See if you find anything of interest.

-Shit! This one's about Peter Zern! -Exactly!

In the late 19th Century-

-Jack Fist published three books about crime.

The author's never been identified, but many think it was Fist himself.

In the first one, listen to me now-

-we meet Tomas Gassel.

He strangles his women.

In the second is Peter Zern, who stabs young girls to death.

In the third, "The Rose"-

-we follow the unhappy fate of the mentally ill Benjamin Kerran.

If I were you, I'd start looking for our friend Benjamin.

-Can I borrow them? -Sure.

As long as you return them in the same condition.

Hello. May I help you?

I'm from the police. I'm looking for a Jaan Blauvelt.

-Are you going to arrest someone? -No, no. I'm going to make them smile.

They're over there, at the little round table.

-Sorry for disturbing you... -What the hell are you doing here?

-Where's Moreno? -Excuse me a moment. - Outside.

So now you know more about me than I'd like.

-And Moreno? -We meet up sometimes.

What I do other evenings doesn't concern her. Nor you.

-How can you stand yourself? -How can I stand myself?

You should know.

M�nster, you're married to Synn. Two kids, nice home.

Yet you stare at Moreno as if you haven't eaten for a week.

It's obvious. Everyone can see it.

Everyone knows that if you had a chance, you'd jump at it.

So don't get any ideas. I've got to go back. See you tomorrow at work.

Hi, Monica.

Have you started the book yet? Do you like it?

Great.

Get undressed.

Do you want me to help you?

Benjamin Kerran. How sure are we of the name?

There are three killers in the books, and two names have been used.

Kerran is the last one.

-Is he mimicking literary murders? -No...

Or rather I skimmed through them. The name is the only obvious parallel.

Jaan, what kind of sick mind would do this?

The books are important to him. He's probably an educated person.

So at first he'd appear nice and friendly?

You can't tell by appearances what a person can do.

We wouldn't want to do that.

It could be anyone.

So how do we find this piece of repulsive scum?

Can you tell us about his habits or friends?

We can assume he lives a double life.

There will be those who know him by his proper name-

-and who know nothing about his women.

-He could even be married. -So he's an unfaithful bastard?

We have the upper hand. We know his name before he strikes.

-Let's use this and go public. -With what?

An appeal to women who've had contact with Benjamin Kerran.

OK, good. - M�nster, will you do it?

Sure. Of course.

-Has Benjamin called? -No.

He's got a lot to do. He's very busy, isn't he?

Calm down. He'll call when he can.

Even when you've got a lot on, you can call and say you've got a lot on.

How hard can it be to pick up a phone?

Though I daresay he'll leave too, and find someone better. Don't you think?

Never slam the door in my face!

As long as you live here, you'll at least listen to me!

You're such a pain! No wonder he doesn't call.

What was that? What the hell are you getting at?!

-What do you mean? Tell me! -Nothing.

-I'm staying here until you tell me. -Maybe he...

...feels pressurised and that you smother him.

Smother?

And where does Little Miss Perceptive get that from? Your bloody books?

Has he said something to you? I see how you talk.

What has he said? Tell me... And stop reading that bloody book!

-Where are you going? -Away from you, you mad bitch!

We think he calls himself Benjamin Kerran.

Anyone seeing this who has information for us, we'd appreciate the help.

Thank you.

-Hi. -Hi.

-Haven't you bought a beer? -No.

-You owe me two, then. -Actually, I have to go.

-Has something happened? -No, no. I'll see you tomorrow.

I got chills when I saw the appeal.

-So you know him? -No, no.

He answered one of my personal ads.

-A personal ad? -It's quite common.

I got a lot of replies.

But I remember Benjamin's letter especially.

He was so... I don't know how to put it.

-Do you still have it? -I brought it out especially.

Was this the only one?

"Hi. I hope these few lines can make you want to meet me."

"You've probably had lots of responses."

"Benjamin Kerran."

-Last Saturday? -He wanted us to go to a restaurant.

-Did you go? -Yes.

What happened?

He never turned up.

-What is it? -Maybe you can explain to me.

-What do you want me to explain? -Who you really are.

-Is Monica at home? -No.

-Where is she? -You tell me.

What do you mean?

"To Monica. From your Benjamin Kerran."

-She likes books. -I'm not stupid!

I don't like you talking behind my back.

-What are you talking about? -I see how she smiles when you're here.

I'm not stupid.

What are you laughing at? Well? Are you screwing each other?

She's 16. You're jealous of your own daughter.

Stop it, pretty, pretty, wonderful Martina.

Martina! Sure I've seen how she looks at me. Have you seen me look at her?

No. Come on, no more tears. Where is she?

I don't know.

-What happened? -I don't know what came over her.

Martina... What happened?

I don't know. We had a row. She flew into a rage and ran off.

-She'll come back. -I got so scared.

She always does this when she has something to hide.

It's very convenient. We can have a little time to ourselves.

Don't, don't... I don't want to.

I don't want to.

Why did you write that? "From your Benjamin Kerran"?

-Sorry, I wasn't thinking. -It was unnecessary.

-It was stupid of me. -Yes, it was.

You like this, don't you.

You like this, don't you...

-What is it between you and Jaan? -Nothing.

Is it that you just generally hate each other?

Talk to Jaan.

Is it somehow to do with me?

-Do you think Jaan deserves better? -Don't be stupid...

People are talking, you know.

-About what? -That you weren't really ready for...

-Is it that damn Jaan who's... -Jaan's got nothing to do with it.

Don't you think they're right, though?

He's being unfaithful to you.

He's a complete bastard. He doesn't love you.

If you need somewhere to sleep, we have a spare room...

I know how it feels.

You're enjoying this.

-Well? -No prints other than hers.

The handwriting?

I'll check that and the saliva on the envelope. We might be lucky.

We'll know tomorrow.

It'd be good if I could have it first thing.

The technicians have found things in Benjamin's letter.

-Good morning. -Hi.

This is great... I'd like a copy of this...and this.

Shall we?

The handwriting is identical. Zern and Kerran are one and the same.

We found cement dust in the ink. The dust contained radon.

A lot of renovation work's being done to reduce radon levels...

...but we have the date of the letter, which narrows things down nicely.

-House calls. The charm of the job. -It'll just take a day.

A long day. What are we looking for?

Someone who recognises one of the three names.

Hi, Monica sweetheart... Yes...

Where are you?

Hi.

Hungry?

-What is it? -Have you said anything to Mum?

Of course not.

Where have you been?

Do you want to go somewhere where we can talk? Back to my place?

You're looking at me accusingly. Have I done something?

-Are you going to leave her? -Martina? No.

But why are you with me, too?

We've done wrong.

Both of us.

-Promise that we'll not do it again. -I thought you enjoyed it.

Promise.

-You want to end it. -Yes.

What you and I have - it's over for good?

Yes.

Sure. Whatever you want.

-Where are you going? -Home.

-But I thought we were going to eat. -No.

Do you want me to drive you?

Monica, before you go...

-Friends, OK? -OK.

-See you. -Bye.

The book.

How could I forget? Your book's in the car.

-Why? -Martina found it. Kicked up a fuss.

I didn't want her to destroy it. Come to the car and pick it up.

If you want to. Or we can do it later. It's up to you.

In that case we can do it now.

It's just nearby...

Here, right?

I'll drop you here, and you can work your way westward.

So...what did he say?

-Who? -Jaan.

It's none of your business!

-You haven't said anything. -I've already got a dad.

I don't need another.

Get lost.

Excuse me...

Benjamin Kerran. Know the name?

They're doing demolition work here. You know it can harm your child.

No, I don't.

-You take that side. It'll go quicker. -Good idea.

Of course!

Fist!

It's M�nster. I've found him.

You're outside his door?

-Wait there. I'll call for back-up. -OK.

I saw him.

He was armed, for Christ's sake.

-But he's not there now. -I saw him, I said!

We found her lD on herv Monica Klinger.

We have an address too. She lives with her mum.

I want you to go home now.

I'll call you later.

I spoke to Reinhardt. You're suspended.

-Don't do this to me now. -Take it up with Reinhardt.

He was on his way out through the window!

You emptied your gun in a dark room. You shot blind. You're not well.

-What? -You drive him.

-He can take a taxi. -No, he can't. You go with him.

How are things?

-Is there anyone for you at home? -Yes, Synn.

I'd like to thank you for not saying anything to Moreno.

I know how close you are, so... Thanks.

-What really happened? -It all went black.

-I didn't notice where he went... -I mean the stabbing.

-What do you mean? -You've been having therapy for it.

Then you drop out and start working again, just like that. Is that so wise?

-You have to let it out. Talk about it. -I know what happened.

-I'm not repressing it. -No, sure.

What the hell do you know?

You nearly died. It's naive to think that doesn't affect a person.

Not to mention a cop.

-You have to talk about it. -What, shall I talk to you about it?!

What do you want me to say? That my life flashed before my eyes-

-or some other kind of crap? Sorry, but I saw no bloody light!

I'm depressed, and that's it!

-And why are you depressed? -What do you mean, why?

-Because I'm ashamed. -What's the same?

Ashamed, I said! I'm so fucking ashamed!

That I was so scared! I lay there, totally fucking paralysed!

I lay there! I didn't think about Synn or the kids-

-just that it smelt of piss! It was my own fucking piss I could smell!

It was so fucking squalid!

Thanks for the lift.

Here you are.

So you actually do sell books sometimes?

Reluctantly.

I won't make a habit of it, I promise.

-What's the matter? -I just... I...

I'm out of a job.

They've suspended me.

-Though they were right to do so. -Nonsense.

Running around with guns was never our strength.

-We've other qualities. -Like?

Remember that thesis you mentioned to me about Jack Fist?

-Take it up with Moreno. -Wait there.

It was written by Elise deFraan.

And it was written here, at Maardam University.

-How do you know? -I did some research...

-Anything interesting in it? -Don't know. I haven't read it.

I thought you might. While you sat moping around at home.

-What? -She knew Hanna Heinrich.

Who?

Professor deFraan knew Hanna Heinrich. She did the thesis research.

-And who's Hanna Heinrich? -The one we found in the well.

-Well, I'll be... -If she helped with the thesis...

...she knew all the namesv Zern, Kerran and Gassel.

Very possibly.

So the man she had an affair with couldn't have used the name Gassel.

Not to her.

So she might have known his real name.

Maybe there are others at the university who also know it.

-I'm looking for Professor deFraan. -Everyone's gone for the day.

No, the door's open. At the end of the corridor.

-How can I help you? -I'm looking for Elise deFraan.

-What's it about? -I'm from the police.

It's about a thesis that she wrote. Do you know where I can find her?

-What thesis? -About a publisher, Jack Fist.

Is she here?

Elise is dead.

She died almost two years ago. She was my wife.

I'm sorry.

Is there anything else I can help you with?

I'm wondering about an acquaintance of your wife. Hanna Heinrich.

-Do you know the name? -Yes, they were friends.

Elise was like a mentor to her. Hanna took her death very hard.

-Did you know her? -Only through Elise.

We haven't had much contact since. She disappeared, didn't she?

She's been found dead.

Do you know if Hanna had a lover?

If you want to know more-

-my wife did very thorough research. I saved all her notes.

Absolutely.

Then we'll have to go down to the repository.

-How did she die? -Sorry?

It could be important for us to know how Elise died.

We were on holiday in Greece.

She went for a swim late at night. I was too drunk to go with her.

Unfortunately, Elise didn't realise she'd drunk too much as well.

The police never found the body.

-What case are you working on? -I'm not at liberty to say.

Can you hold the ladder?

Sounds exciting. Anything to do with the university?

-Found anything? -Right, let's see what we've got here.

Help!

Help!

Call an ambulance!

-Has anyone got a phone? -Are you OK? Hello...

-Hi! -Hi there!

-Hi, how's the arm? -Fine.

Hi! So what do we owe the pleasure?

Well... Jaan will have to sit with his things somewhere else.

I wouldn't bother. He won't be with us for a while.

-Why? -We have our own experts.

It's got nothing to do with...

No!

I apologise for interfering.

It's none of my business who you...

Well...it won't happen again.

I promise.

Want to know why I said nothing to Jaan?

-No way! -OK.

Ewa... Ewa!