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Hi, Emily. It's Nora again.

Why don't you call back?

Please Emily, can't you call back?

Then I hit her again.

And again.

Her face was…

...destroyed.

She could barely breathe.

Dad?

And then I kicked.

You talked about the anxiety.

You were afraid you had passed it on to me.

Yes.

I think I have realized that…

...to me it's just a word.

Anxiety.

I don't really know what that means.

Is it the same as horror?

Every time I ask how you are...

...then I can see it in your face.

What do you see?

You get scared.

Anxiety.

I don't feel afraid.

How are you, Nora?

I hate that…

...the emotional talk.

You are...

...worried.

There is something not right.

But you can't figure out what it is.

Something speaks to you, but you cannot see through it.

That's something you should have discovered. Something you...

...may have overlooked.

A bit like those...

...the dreams where you...

...is in the wrong place, at the wrong time...

...and a disaster is about to occur.

As if...

...the devil whispers in your ear.

"You don't know enough."

"You're not good enough."

No matter what you do.

That's what the anxiety is.

No. Do not.

Is this where you hide?

- I'm not coming along. -No.

Yes.

Shall I fix some coffee?

Don't you want a cup of coffee?

I'll make a cup of coffee.

Emily!

Crikey.

What chaos.

It's a little different than the corner office you had in London.

Yes.

So...

What is the status of the case?

What's going on, Nora? I've never seen you like that before.

Okay. We're getting out of here. We have a cup of coffee and talk.

Okay?

Okay.

Thanks for saving me, Emily.

Now I get in any case see North Zealand.

- It is very beautiful here. - A little too beautiful for my taste.

I still remember how it was spoken-

-about the case of Lisbeth and Lulu when I grew up.

It had been many years since that happened, but it was still talked about.

That's how it is in such small, nice places.

People don't forget.

That was weird to come back here.

All I left then…

...was thrown in my face like a punch.

I stung the next day I graduated high school.

I took the first train in the morning.

The first chance I got to…

...get away.

I did not know what to do.

I would just…

...away.

Away from this…

...narrow, little one, claustrophobic place.

Dad just sat and wrote on his doctoral thesis.

He couldn't relate to that mother had stung.

And even less to...

...that he was now alone with a daughter who actually…

...didn't feel very well.

I really don't fit in here.

So you're a bit like your mother?

What do you mean by that?

She stung, you stung.

Maybe you were just alike.

I haven't thought of that.

Actually I haven't thought about her for a long time.

What does your mother do?

As far as I know...

...she explores time and space.

She tests the three dimensions.

-Is she also a professor? -Installation artist.

It was the story of…

...me. A tragedy in three acts.

Or something like that.

Okay. Now...

...should we get out of here.

You need to get some rest.

While I think.

You have thought enough.

Yes.

People have stopped coming to the store.

They cross to the other side of the street when I come. Nobody talks to me.

All Nora Sands revelations has completely ruined my life.

But what your father has done is not your responsibility.

Shouldn't I have discovered it?

He was my father. Shouldn't I have discovered it?

You lived with him. Didn't you notice something?

I don't think you ever get to know another person for real.

-Not at all. - It's very depressing.

-Is it? -Yes.

You trusted your father.

After all he's done did you choose to trust him-

-when he moved back here.

And he broke the trust.

I feel so shitty because of what he has done.

I understand that.

It's a risk you take with love. You risk being disappointed.

Are you really going to the funeral?

But I don't do it for his sake, but for mine.

I need closure.

I think you need that too.

I have arranged a wreath with your name on it.

Hope that's okay.

Won't you come along?

It would do you good.

We must move on now. Right?

Nora!

Check this out.

Okay.

Here they are up on deck.

Here they are again. A little later.

But here...

This must be on the car tire just before the ferry arrived in port.

Two young girls and a photographer on car tires.

Someone must have seen them.

Where. Has anyone checked that truck?

Do you think you can find it?

- I'm going on. -Where are you going?

I really do not know.

-You have no plans? -No, not really.

But I always come up with something.

How about you?

But you have to get out. Go out and meet people and do something.

Create relationships.

Take the chance again.

Thanks.

The lines are a logo.

It is a truck from a company which is called Larsen Transport.

They had a fixed route between Esbjerg and Harwich.

They are.

Hi, this is Emily.

Yes.

Okay. Yes.

Thanks so much. Bye.

They have found the shipping lists and they have logbooks with everything.

Damn what a system.

Okay. Here is the month we will be looking at.

And here is the week.

No trips from Esbjerg to Harwich that day.

Could they have got the date wrong?

It is a fairly controlled journey, so i don't think so.

But there is a journey a couple of days earlier.

- It can't be that one. -No.

That truck is going back to Denmark 12 days later.

Say that again.

The truck that went to England two days before the girls took the ferry-

-went back to Denmark 12 days later.

Could the photos have been taken on that trip?

Do you think so?

They are standing in front of a truck from that company-

-then they must have been on the ferry at the same time.

Hix said he met them on the ferry between Esbjerg and Harwich.

But it might have been on the trip to Denmark and not from Denmark.

Or he was with them both on the journey there and back.

- I have found him. -Who?

The driver who was driving then.

Wait. Someone calls all the time and hangs up. Give me two seconds.

-Susanne Mogensen. -Lisbeth's mother?

Yes. why in hell is she calling me now?

He's alive.

Nora?

We just discovered that the girls may have come back to Denmark.

-Lisbeth and Lulu? -Yes. Together with Hix on the ferry.

If they came back to Denmark...

-...then it changes... - It changes almost everything. I know.

Can you do me a favor?

It is a British company who run the ferries.

Can you contact them and ask about they have the passenger list in their archive?

Absolutely. Send the dates.

I remember them very well.

-You remember them? -Yes.

You cannot claim that the police were particularly interested.

-Did you contact the police? -Yes.

Do you remember what you told them?

I said I saw two girls which could be the ones that were missing.

Were the girls alone?

No. It was a man taking pictures.

I told my wife when it said something about it in the paper the other day.

What did the police say?

They thanked and said they would come back if it becomes relevant.

-But they never did? -No.

If you think back…

A man who took pictures of two girls.

I thought it was a slightly strange family.

One was crying, I think.

- Did one cry? -Yes.

Do you remember which of them?

- She was blonde. -Lulu.

Do you remember Lisbeth, the dark one?

Nora. It's Spencer again.

- I have the passenger list here. -And?

No Hickley, no Lisbeth or Lulu.

But I found something in the lists of cars.

Hix liked cars. When he was arrested He drove a Ford Mustang.

The same car seems to have been on the ferry to Denmark on that date.

So I watched the passenger list again.

He registered the car on the wrong number, but some of the numbers are right.

The passengers name is "Big Ben, Lana Turner and Laura Ashley".

They are.

If he traveled to Denmark with them I have to hold new interrogations with him.

Hello, this is Nora Sand. I see that you have tried to call me a few times.

Could you please call me back? I also want to talk to you.

I have a witness. The driver.

He saw Lisbeth and Lulu with a man on the ferry back to Denmark.

Was the driver completely safe?

He was absolutely sure that it was Lisbeth and Lulu he saw?

-Yes. -And you believe him?

Good.

The photo pretty much says it all.

She is used to the camera.

She is posing and makes a little more effort.

All girls have a phase when they dream of becoming a model.

I remember how I posed in front of the mirror.

She seems confident.

Mature.

She flirts a little.

She is aware of that she can get men's attention.

-But the other... - She is completely stiff.

She looks so uncomfortable.

Which one were you?

The popular and stylish or the quiet and enigmatic?

What do you think?

I wasn't even enigmatic, I was just lost.

My best friend Trine.

She had breasts and a mouth. She knew always what she would say and do.

The guys were crazy about her.

I was mostly nervous and clumsy.

I really wanted to sit at home and read.

And dream of becoming a writer.

I didn't kiss a guy until…

It was the night before I left here.

Andreas Jansson.

It was the first real kiss.

With the tongue, you know.

The police, then?

Pedantic, proper Andreas Jansson.

But he's a good kisser.

Nora!

Yes...

Now?

And it...

It was stupid, because…

He is with another and...

...we argued afterwards, so it...

I managed to destroy that too.

Have you thought about to be with someone-

- you haven't a professional relationship to?

How the hell could that work?

I work all the time. I have no life.

-Have you heard of Tinder? -Forget it.

-Why not? -No.

- I can fix a profile for you. -No.

Can not you concentrate a little on the case?

Okay. But then I think that I'm going home.

- No, Emily... -Good luck with the case.

Stop now.

Okay.

But not until we've solved the case.

He actually said something more. The driver.

He said he thought they were a strange family.

Family?

He thought they were siblings and such he said as one of them stood crying.

I think it was Lulu.

Lulu?

Why did she cry?

I get the feeling that I am so close to having the answers-

-but that I might just has stared me blind.

Which is the only one, simple question we haven't asked ourselves?

What if they are still alive.

Susanne Mogensen.

Yes, hello.

Hello?

I'm going there.

Can you try to talk with Lulu's mom again?

Okay.

We suspect that the girls may be alive.

Lisbeth.

Can you tell us a little about her?

Hello?

One should not speak ill of the dead, but...

Lisbeth's father was not a good man.

Psychopath, I think she called him.

Then he died...

...of some disease.

Susanne said she was freed.

Yes, but...

She was weird. Lisbeth's mother, Susanne.

Weird? How?

Suzanne?

When she and Lisbeth moved here...

...so Susanne had some bad relationships in the baggage.

In some way she had probably been injured.

She was... What to say?

She was unpredictable.

What do you mean by "unpredictable"?

That was weird...

I ate dinner with one of the mothers from the class.

Else.

In a way, Susanne had found out about it.

And she became…

She was furious because she wasn't invited or something.

That's how she was. She could suddenly change.

It was very strange.

Yes, and so…

Then our friendship ran into the sand.

How did she react? when the girls disappeared?

She cried and cried.

She showed her sadness everywhere.

Yes...

Most are grieving in his own way.

But that...

That's probably what you call narcissism.

How was the daughter? Lisbeth.

Suzanne?

The person you are looking for Is not available.

Leave a message after the beep.

Nora, call me please.

They've searched Hix's cell.

He has had secret contact with a woman for several years.

Her name is Lisbeth.

Listen to this.

“It's so exciting to see and feel the pulse as it slowly subsides."

"I never tire of it."

"Do you miss me? Sometimes I fantasize about killing you."

"I guess that's what you want, deep down?"

“I want to kill you slowly while I'm filming."

Listen, Nora. I think the girls are alive.

And I think they can be dangerous.

Translation: Susie Hedström Iyuno