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I'm here to make a psychological assessment of Bjørn Rasmussen.

You're not in our system.

You can call the Commissioner for confirmation.

He's at the academy.

I'll give you his direct number.

It's fine.

Take this, my colleague will take you to the maximum security ward.

Thank you.

It's in here.

Have a seat and my colleague will bring the inmate to you.

FACE TO FACE

Bjørn Rasmussen? Susanne Egholm.

I'm here to do a psychological assessment.

Have you been informed?

- No. - I apologize. That's an error.

Would it be okay with you

if we have the preliminary talk anyway?

- Sure, that's fine. - Thank you.

- What's going on? - I need to talk to you.

It couldn't wait till visiting hours.

Okay.

It's good to see you.

You, too.

What's that?

The guards were Frank's colleagues. They look the other way.

- I thought you were in solitary. - I am now.

- Who have you talked to? - Richard.

- Did Richard ask you to come? - No, he didn't.

I need your help

to find a witness who works for someone named Sebastian.

Richard is the only one who's visited me.

- I understand. - Do you?

I'm not here to talk about you or me or Christina.

- I'm here because I need your help. - But I am.

I'm here because of Christina.

- I don't want to talk about it. - About your own daughter?

Well, I do!

I don't feel sorry for myself, if that's what you think.

I know I did the right thing.

Frank deserved to die!

Frank smiled at me. He smiled.

- Did Richard tell you that? - I don't want to hear about it.

Remember Frank? You fucked him before he killed our daughter.

I don't... want to talk about it.

He admitted his guilt with that smile.

He might as well have said, "I did it."

He killed Christina.

And the fucking coward then tried to cover it up by cremating her body.

It was an sick smile. A total admission of guilt.

He looked me straight in the eye. And then he smiled. "Ha, gotcha."

- Okay. - Okay.

Yes.

- He would've gotten away with it. - Bjørn!

- We live in a Greek tragedy. - We live in the world we created.

- It's not my fault that Frank... - You may have killed an innocent man.

Frank had both motive and opportunity.

I voiced my accusation, and I could tell. He was guilty.

You don't know that.

You're lying to yourself, so that you can sleep soundly at night

believing you didn't fuck our daughter's killer, but you did.

I don't want to hurt you, Bjørn. Can't we be civil to each other?

I need to get in touch with a Sebastian.

I'm looking for a girl who works for him.

This is her. Have you seen her?

Say you understand why I did it.

- I do. - So you admit it was Frank?

Bjørn...

It's unfair that we lost our daughter.

I know that better than anyone.

We failed, Bjørn. And she's dead.

She's not coming back.

But there's a young girl out there somewhere... who's still alive

and whom I might be able to help if...

If you tell me about Sebastian, I can find the witness.

Then I can save the girl.

Okay.

You do realize you know him?

I thought he just dabbled in cars and import crap.

What are you talking about?

Sebastian. Handsome fella. He was in our home once.

But back then his name was Bjarke. He arrived in a red Corvette.

You were pretty taken with it.

The man with the Balkan cars? That huge case?

Yes.

I didn't know he traded in girls and all that stuff.

Or I never would've let him walk.

What are you saying?

Are you one of them?

Are you one of the men Richard is covering for?

Spare me the reproachful look.

- You knew. - No.

You never wondered about the money?

What do I make? 400,000 kroner a year?

And after taxes, 200,000 tops?

You never found it odd

I could suddenly buy Christina a horse

and finance your clinic when you only had two clients per week?

I thought it was an inheritance.

Seriously? Okay.

We can go out if you want?

The coffee isn't as bad as you'd think.

And with fresh air, it's almost as if you're not dead.

Where can I find Sebastian? Does he own a club?

Drop all that stuff and focus on getting better.

It's a bit late to show concern, Bjørn.

Tell me where I can find the girl.

I don't know anything about that part of his business. I'm sorry.

Come on, Bjørn. Talk to me!

There's something you're not telling me.

I'd like to talk to you about Christina.

I need to talk to you about Christina.

Do you remember when she wore those heart-shaped sunglasses?

She wouldn't take them off. We kept saying, "Take them off."

She even slept with them on even though they poked her ears.

And that time in the amusement park. Remember?

She tried the ride... What was it called again?

- TopPop, no... - Spinning Top.

Spinning Top, yes. Remember?

She wanted to go again and again until I threw up on her glasses

and then finally she took them off.

That was the last day she wore those glasses.

- Remember? - Yes.

She always wanted more and more, and the good sides of that...

...she got from you. You were a good mom.

You were a loving mom.

I desperately want to remember the good things,

but I can't.

Every time I see her in my mind, she's young and miserable.

She wasn't depressed, if that's what you think.

She was killed because she knew something.

- Stop it, Bjørn! - I should've saved her.

We both should've been there for her, and we weren't!

Can't we hold on to the little we have left?

What's left?

A start could be that you don't get yourself killed.

You're trying to protect me?

You won't talk about Sebastian

because you think you must protect me?

Think?

It's not your job to protect me. You lost that right years ago.

- I won't push you into the darkness. - So you won't help me?

No.

- I spoke to Richard. - Yes, you told me.

Yes, but not about the insanity claim he asked me to sign.

What insanity claim?

In the identification room.

When we said goodbye to Christina.

Just before you left and killed Frank.

Richard wants me to testify that you were insane.

You can't do that. Have you signed it?

- Not yet. - And you're not going to, right?

You'll be declared insane, and Christina's death a suicide.

You won't obstruct an investigation that could clarify Christina's death!

Bjørn, I could tell them so many things about you.

- You can't do it. - You don't know that.

Tracking down Sebastian, finding a prostitute.

That's what I do.

If you won't help me,

I'll go straight from here to Richard.

Susanne, what exactly did you discuss with Richard?

- What do you mean? - You talked about me.

- Did you talk about Frank? - Richard is being evasive.

He's protecting corrupt officers like you, but you already know that.

What did he say about Frank?

- We didn't talk about him. - No. That's the thing.

Richard pretends to be my friend,

but he and my wife want me declared insane.

- That should tell us something. - What?

That he's hiding something. He's covering something up. What?

That Frank is a murderer?

But how's that worse than me being a murderer?

There's more to it. Something bigger.

- What are you getting at? - A motive! What drives Richard?

- Why do you need to find the girl? - Because she's seen John.

Maybe she knows him. Maybe she can tell me where he is.

Who the hell is John?

He came to the clinic for smoke cessation

but told me things...

- Things? - Yes.

That he kills. And Sentinent being his boss

and a job tonight, and white flesh and a black bird and a young girl.

Can't you hear it? Doesn't it seem oddly convenient?

Convenient in what way?

It's no coincidence! Someone is plotting against me.

- Against you? - Yes.

There are no coincidences. Not when it comes to murder.

Frank, the hitman, Christina, me, and now another young girl.

It all fits together. And Richard knows this story?

But he didn't offer to help you?

He won't help a young girl who's about to be killed.

He's corrupt.

- Who? - Richard, goddammit!

He's in deep! And that's why he won't let me expose Frank.

Because it doesn't stop with Frank. Richard is involved.

A lot of people are. Your guy, John, is involved.

- What's going on? - What?

Change of the guards. Odd. It's usually later. Come.

Do you see him? That guy.

- He was there when this happened. - What does that mean?

Something is making him look away. Respect for Frank, perhaps.

Or Richard whispering in his ear. Richard is a great whisperer.

It all fits.

- So, it's already too late. - What do you mean?

You won't endanger me, but Richard is already after me.

It's too late.

- Susanne... - Richard will get away with it.

All of it. Unless you help me!

Promise me you won't die.

- I promise. - And find someone to help you.

You can't come waltzing in. They'll come after you.

You do understand that, right?

Promise that you'll get help.

I promise.

How was the interment? Did you get my flowers?

I had to send them with Interflora, so I don't know how they looked.

They were beautiful, Bjørn.

I know how fond you are of flowers.

They were very beautiful.

What did you do after?

We went out to dinner.

Noodles and Japanese soft drinks.

- Just like at her confirmation. - Yes.

- I wish I could've been there. - I know.

I'd like to have the Mickey Mouse lamp,

and the stuffed fox, if I may.

Of course.

Tell me where to go.

Lady Love.

It's a strip club.

Sebastian keeps his girls there.

Remember what you promised me.

Yes.

Bjørn, something's wrong.

They won't let me out of here.

- What do you mean? - They're watching us.

We have to distract the guards.

- Hit me. - What?

- Hit me. - I can't do that!

We need to get them in here, so I can get out.

- Let me go! - Dammit, Susanne!

I love you.

- Easy! - She's a bitch!

- Stop! - Stay away from me!

Easy now. Get down. Easy.

We're cuffing you, Bjørn.

Subtitles: Tina Goldberg Edited by: Evelyn Antelo - www.plint.com