CASE "G"
Based on a novel by Håkan Nesser
SEVEN YEARS AGO
Hi there.
Hello. - Hello.
So, what have we got?
Barbara Hennan. Her husband found her around midnight.
- There's no water in the pool. - Was she blind?
Her blood alcohol level was 0.17 percent, no sign of any violence.
- Any trace evidence? - Just from her husband.
Has she been moved? She could have been pushed.
- It could be suicide. - Wearing a bathing suit?
- One girl wore a wedding dress... - Thanks.
- Anyone talk to the husband? - Just briefly.
But I ran a check on him. His name is Jaan G. Hennan.
He served two years in prison on a drugs charge.
He moved to the US and he returned home two months ago.
His wife, Barbara, is American.
Let's wait for Van Veeteren.
Hi...
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
May I come in? I won't stay long, just long enough for a coffee.
Has your mother called?
She called to see if her gift had arrived.
- What did she send? - A watch.
A nice one?
Nice...
- Where are the towels? - I'll be right with you.
Why don't you bring her along to dinner tonight?
Hello.
I'll call... I mean, I'll see you tonight.
Why wasn't I interviewed earlier?
I've had to stay up all night, and considering the circumstances...
- I'm very sorry for your loss. - Hello, I'm Münster.
I realize that your situation is difficult,
so maybe it's just as well to cut to the chase.
I'd like to ask you something: Was Barbara aware
that the pool was to be drained?
We talked about it yesterday morning, but she must have forgotten.
Forgotten?
But she must have noticed it when she was on the diving board?
It was pitch black. I turned on the lights when I found her.
It still seems a bit odd, though... diving into the dark like that.
- People don't do that. - Barbara could.
She liked mountain climbing and sky- diving. She enjoyed taking risks.
So, where were you when your wife decided to go swimming?
At a restaurant, the Coloseum. I got there... right before eight.
- I left around 1 pm. - Alone?
The place was crowded, but, no, there was no one with me.
- Why wasn't your wife with you? - I wanted to be alone.
Do you know whether she had any visitors?
We've only lived here for two months.
We moved here from the States.
- How long have you been married? - Four years.
Did you love your wife?
I guess I could put on a grieving-husband act...
...but for the past year all I've felt was boredom, irritation.
And, frankly, a sense of disgust.
Would her death benefit you in any way?
I might as well tell you this straight off:
Barbara... I took out a life insurance policy for Barbara.
For two million.
But that doesn't mean I killed her.
- Did you socialize? - They had us over for dinner.
They didn't plan to stay on.
They rented the house, so there was no reason to socialize.
- What was their relationship like? - I really couldn't say.
She had a migraine and went to bed.
- Did you notice anything else? - She had a tattoo.
- Are you ready to have a look? - Yes.
Yes, that's her...
Thank you very much.
If anything should come to mind, please let me know...
Oh, a tan car was parked nearby their house.
- What make was it? - I don't remember.
I saw it Thursday morning.
A man was sitting behind the wheel.
- Could you describe him? - I'm sorry. I didn't look closely.
He was roughly your age. Maybe a few years older...
...or maybe he just drank more. He chain-smoked.
There he is... Maarten Veerlangen.
- Why is he on record? - He's been a police officer.
What were you doing over at Hennan's house?
I was working.
- Who was your client? - Hennan.
- What did he want? - I worked for Mrs. Hennan.
The one who died. She wanted me to shadow him, so I was on his tail 24-7.
- How long had you been doing that? - Since last Friday.
- Was he cheating on her? - Not that I could tell.
Then why would she want someone to tail him?
She didn't say. But she paid me well enough, so I didn't ask, either.
I did get the impression that she was afraid of him, though.
Afraid?
Leitner, could you spare me a minute?
- Hello. - Didn't Veerlangen work here?
Yes, what do you want to know? How he screwed over his associates?
Give me the condensed version.
He decided to take good money for looking the other way
when cocaine was brought in.
Only he didn't know we had an agent under cover.
Was he a part of the Hennan drug bust?
- No. - Thanks.
You're welcome...
The house is squeaky clean. The only prints are from G and his wife.
So, there was evidence that had to be hidden.
Take a closer look at the bathroom.
Go back there.
Hennan has been married before, to a woman named Clarissa,
who disappeared on a hike in Denver and was declared dead.
Hennan cashed in 400,000 dollars in life insurance.
- Was there an inquiry? - The case was dismissed.
They never found her.
- Found anything? - Drain cleaner. Ever use it?
Yes, on occasion...
Someone's done a very thorough cleaning job. It's spotless.
The gases created by the drain cleaner will corrode aluminum parts
unless the metal is protected by grease
like from fingerprints...
It doesn't matter if you wipe it off, the print is etched into the metal.
- Could it be an old print? - No older than 24 hours.
At first glance, the print doesn't seem to belong to Hennan or his wife.
Is it good enough to run through our files?
Give me a few hours.
This place is as sanitized as a hospital.
My wife was fastidious.
Still, it's a bit odd...
...that the only fingerprints we could find belong to you and your wife.
No trace of any visitors,
or the people you lease the house from.
But...
- I have found a thumb, though. - A what?
We've recovered a print that doesn't belong to you or your wife.
Someone was here last night when your wife met with her accident.
Someone who did a thorough clean-up.
- Only they missed a thumbprint. - Who could it be?
- Don't you know? - No, I'm just as curious as you are.
You meet a woman...
You make her believe that you love her, and then she dies.
You did it in the States, and now you've done it again.
- Two million. - You're jumping to conclusions.
You have no right to call me a killer.
Unless you can prove it. Can you prove it?
Soon.
Jaan G. Hennan plans to kill his wife
and he's confident he will pull it off.
Barbara senses something and hires Veerlangen, a private detective,
to keep tabs on her husband.
G finds out. He decides to move ahead
with a modified plan.
One that uses Veerlangen as an alibi.
However, this would entail the use of an accomplice.
We couldn't get a match for the print we found.
From the shower? What we need is a print from the diving platform.
The entire house was scrubbed down, I want to know who did it.
Münster, bring Veerlangen in and show him our photos.
- I need to go home, Synn has... - Check the phone records.
The home number and Hennan's mobile.
And put him under surveillance.
Around the clock.
Have a pleasant evening.
What's his problem?
The girl you're seeing...
- What's her name? - Silje.
Is it serious?
Did you meet her at the university? What does she do?
She works in a store, a convenience store.
Could we order something to drink?
- How's your mother doing? - Fine...
- Is that it? - She's doing great.
I'd like to order two beers, one vodka, a double...
- Or shall we have two vodkas? - Beer is fine for me.
- Have you made your mind up? - No...
- How's school going? - All right...
Sorry, what subject are you taking?
Dad, you're not working right now.
I'm just interested in what's going on in your life.
- Erich... - Let's just eat.
- Why do we have to get all heavy? - Heavy?
Then maybe you could tell me something?
What subjects aren't "heavy"?
We can't talk about you, that's too heavy.
How about the weather? Would that be all right, Erich?
If I take my experience as a police officer and my knowledge of you,
and add your attitude to the equation,
there's only one conclusion I can reach:
You're back on drugs. Are you, or are you not?
Check please...
Excuse me, are you Erich Van Veeteren?
That's Ziegler and that's DeWylde.
No, I haven't seen them with Hennan. Neither of them.
So you've had him under surveillance for two weeks.
And he didn't see anyone but his wife.
- As far as I could tell. - All right. Thank you.
I agree with you... He did it.
How? He was at that restaurant all night.
He must have hired someone.
You could be on his payroll.
You confirmed his alibi. Otherwise there would be openings.
I accepted kickbacks once, and it was the biggest mistake I ever made.
It cost me my job. Everything. I was good at my job.
You can ask anyone around here.
Damn.
Hang on...
I recognize that guy. The one in the background.
- Did you see him with G? - No.
He parked his car not far from G's office.
His name is Jochen Keymer. At least, that's what we think.
No record.
- Any connection to Hennan? - Not as far as we know.
He's into drugs, possibly a small-time dealer as well.
He's smart enough to keep a low profile.
- Where would you start looking? - Well... I haven't the faintest.
- May I take it with me? - Just remember where it belongs.
Do you think Keymer would kill for money?
See you.
Here's a tip: Twin Garden Hotel, Vollerim Park.
You'll find Jochen Keymer there.
I have enough.
- That was for old time's sake. - I really appreciate it.
- What had the young man done? - Nothing.
His father is annoying.
Erich...
Erich!
What were you doing in that hotel room?
Did someone?
Did you buy stuff for yourself, or are you back to dealing drugs?
Erich...
I want to help you.
Hello.
I appreciate that you took the time to come.
- What do you want? - How is he doing... your son?
It's painful to see the people you love ruin their lives.
It makes you wonder whose fault it is.
Is it your fault? No, no one would blame the father
when the son drifts into drug abuse and a life of crime.
No one has the right to say that. They have no evidence to support it.
Isn't that strange?
You, on the other hand, can claim that I killed my wife.
That's all right, it's your job.
Was that it?
Or did you have something important to say?
I was simply sorry that your son was in trouble.
That's all I wanted to say.
Damn you!
Have a seat.
Listen to me.
If you help us out, your prison sentence will be reduced.
- Two or seven years, who cares? - Come on! Give me something.
So I can put those bastards away.
- I want to help you. - I don't think you can.
- You don't know what the problem is. - So, tell me...
What is the problem?
I'm unhappy.
I don't like life, Dad.
You can't do much about that.
- Yes? - May I speak to you?
Erich... I love you.
Never forget that.
We've lost Hennan.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
Excuse me, are you Van Veeteren?
Yes...
I'm Belle Vargas. You know my father, Maarten Veerlangen.
- I see. How can I help you? - He disappeared a week ago.
People usually come back. Have you talked to the police?
They say the same thing you did. Only I think something's happened to him.
He was digging into an old case, Jaan G. Hennan.
- You worked on that case together. - Not exactly.
He told me he would contact you once he had more to go on.
In that case, he'd better contact the police.
This is what I do nowadays...
He'll turn up, you'll see.
Here's is my number. In case you change your mind.
Good luck.
Case G
Van Veeteren here.
Hi there. Oh, did I startle you?
- Have you forgotten? - No...
Yes, age will do it to you.
No, it's a characteristic of yours.
Were you going anywhere?
Is it my fault that Erich can't sign this himself?
Absolutely not. It's not your fault.
But why didn't I realize that he was involved with those jerks,
that he was in danger?
It's so strange...
The pain is intolerable...
But somehow you manage anyway.
Hello, Marlene. I'm Marthe. I'm in charge of the paternity hearing.
We're running a bit late...
That's all right.
When was the last time you spoke to him?
He called a week ago, wanting to borrow money.
- Did he mention Jaan G. Hennan? - Yes.
He was incoherent. I told him to call back when he was sober.
He never did.
- Does this happen often? - No, absolutely not.
He calls several times a week and sees a lot of my son.
Think hard, didn't he say anything else at all?
What did he say? "Now I know how he did it."
- What? - "Now I know how he did it."
- And he was going to tell you. - Any more details?
No...
I'd really like to talk to him.
Well, hello. Look who's here.
Listen, could you help me out?
I'd like to have a list of incoming calls to this number
on the 18th, around 6 pm to midnight.
- What's this about? - A friend is concerned about her dad.
And there's one more thing...
- What do you make of this? - "14.42"?
- It's hardly a biblical reference. - You never know.
- A departure time. - Or an arrival.
- Train, bus, airline? - Flights depart on even fives.
At least, that's what they try to do. Could you help me out?
I was thinking on a nationwide scale.
Will do.
Yesterday I had some contractions and I figured it was time...
But they went away.
How do you know when it's for real?
Well, you just do.
I wonder if he's going to look like Erich.
- Do you have his baby pictures? - No, I don't.
- Where are you? - I'm coming...
I've got it.
- Marlene's leaving. - Oh...
Do you have any baby pictures of Erich?
I'll get some for her.
Here you go...
We'll make copies of the ones you like.
- Would you like me to call a cab? - No, thank you.
A walk would do me good. I'd like to ask you something...
- It feels silly... - Fire away!
I was wondering if I could stay here for a while after the baby is born.
- Just for a while. - Is there something wrong?
I just don't want to be alone.
I would be very happy to have you here.
You're part of the family.
Thank you.
You're so sweet.
Bye! - Bye.
Marlene thinks I'm sweet.
Her frame of reference is different.
She doesn't have my expectations, or the same needs...
It's an old case: Case G.
Jaan G. Hennan... and his wife.
Someone pushed her off a high dive.
She was found at the bottom of an empty pool. Her skull was crushed.
I remember reading about that case.
Did he do it?
I think so.
We had a lot of circumstantial evidence, but not much hard stuff.
So the case was dismissed.
Why are you involved with the case now?
Hennan tried to get at me by using Erich.
One of his associates got Erich to come up to a hotel room.
Drugs...
That was what put him in prison, so I have a hard time letting it go.
And now some new information has come to light.
I figured I was going to explore it.
If I find anything, I'll hand it over to the police.
Right...
- Of course. - Without a doubt.
Precisely.
"Arrivals, 2:42 pm"... There are quite a few.
Armstadt, Karpatz...
...Kaalbringen. - I ran a check on Belle Vargas.
It seems her maiden name was Veerlangen.
Is our Veerlangen involved? Is this about "Case G"?
Yes...
Good. Thanks. - Two calls to Vargas, one from someone in Borsten...
Hang on.
Borsten... No.
One from a pay phone on the outskirts of Kaalbringen.
- Well, well... - Here's the number.
What do you know? I guess a few of those grey cells are still alive.
You didn't answer me: Does this concern Jaan G. Hennan?
I'll call you when I know more.
Take the train, we're expecting snow this afternoon.
Hello. May I ask you a question?
- Are you a cop? - No, I'm trying to help a friend.
Maarten Veerlangen. His daughter thought he might be here.
- Do you recognize him? - Yes, he owes me money.
- I haven't seen him for two weeks. - He'll be back.
- Where did he stay? - In the caravan that burned down.
- Burned down? When was that? - A few days after he left.
I see... Did you report it to the police?
Do you know what started the fire?
We don't ask a lot of questions here. Things happen.
All right if I take a look?
- Did you ever talk to him? - He treated me to a drink once.
- Why do you think he'll be back? - He seemed the type.
- What type? - The decent type.
He left this envelope. It's in Geraldine's office.
I see.
Strange... Writing a letter to yourself like that, isn't it?
Thank you.
We'll search his flat and I'll send someone to talk to his daughter.
- That's all we can do right now. - I don't think you'll find anything.
But you can try to locate G,
if he's still in the Kaalbringen area.
I wonder what kind of evidence Veerlangen found...
How did he figure out how it was done?
What did he find out? Well...
You know how to pursue this.
I've done my bit.
- Still enjoy that shop of yours? - My bookshop? Absolutely.
Give my best to Ulrike.
Call me, if there are any developments.
- Why are you still up? - What?
- Well... - You can't get it out of your head.
Right... It's...
I can't deny that it keeps popping up. I can't let go...
- Come to bed, I'm cold. - In a minute.
Veerlangen is dead. A shot to the head, he was taken out.
Veerlangen left an envelope with some negatives in the safe.
I had copies made, and I've studied them for hours on end.
It looks like a café.
There are eight people involved, five men and three women.
None of them look like Hennan,
but it's hard to tell, since they were shot at a distance.
- Are you certain G is involved? - Are you joking?
Veerlangen was an alcoholic with financial problems.
- Maybe he... - All right.
So Veerlangen lied to his daughter
about a breakthrough in Case G?
He went to that camping place in Kaalbringen to hide out
and evade debt collectors. And he just happened
to get his brains blown out by someone who didn't like his face.
Is that it?
- I'll keep these. - Go ahead, I have copies.
It can't do any harm if I mull over the case as well?
- What's next? - Moreno and I will go to Kaalbringen.
DeKlerkk wants us to help him out with the inquiry.
Well, aren't you lucky?
- Goodbye. - Bye.
I don't know how many days this will take.
Marlene's baby is due any day now.
You know how it is with the first baby, they never arrive on time.
- So I'll make it. - We're talking about your grandchild.
Erich's son. And all you can think about is that blasted case!
- Münster needs me. - Marlene need you!
Münster will be fine on his own.
- That's not the issue here, is it? - You're right.
- You want revenge. - Maybe.
This was my case originally, and I want to close it.
I want to see Jaan G. Hennan in court.
We're talking about justice, not revenge.
You made a promise to Marlene. She'll think you're letting her down.
Am I supposed to let Erich down?
- I won't be much good at a birth. - That's not the issue...
People are good at different things.
I'll call you when I get there.
Look who's here. I've heard you have a stake in this case.
So you're welcome to be an observer.
- But only an observer. - Thank you.
- What do we have? - A dead man. Shot.
No obvious suspects. A full investigation is required.
How?
We'll map out the last 24 hours of the victim's life.
We'll keep our options open, there is no single line of inquiry.
- No... Our options are open. - Right.
The man they found...
- Was it the guy who stayed here? - Veerlangen? Yes.
I guess I can kiss my money goodbye.
- Could the police possibly... - He only stayed a few nights.
- I lent him a grand. - What for?
I thought he was good for it.
He was going to buy a zoom lens. For something important.
- What did he need a zoom for? - Birds.
- What shop did he go to? - There's only the one. Photo...
How about a trip into town? If you can spare the time, that is.
To check out the camera shop.
- Maybe you should come along. - Why not?
Hello. We're police officers. Do you recognize this man?
Yes, he bought a 100-300 zoom. Is there a problem?
- Did he buy film as well? - Yes, and left a film for processing.
- Did you see the pictures? - We use a machine developer.
But why don't you have a look?
He hasn't picked them up yet.
Every shot shows a white brick house and a man and a woman.
He used a zoom and shot from a distance of approximately 25 meters.
- Too bad they're slightly fuzzy. - Anyone recognize the location?
- It doesn't have to be Kaalbringen. - Oh, we're being stupid.
I bet Veerlangen went to Kaalbringen to develop
pictures from his holiday in Sebastopol back in 1988.
We'll have to conduct a random search.
- A postman might know. - Check it out.
Then we might know the address by tomorrow. - Come with me.
This is my position: You are not working this case.
You are not to follow up on leads.
Münster suggested the camera shop. I just tagged along.
Stay in the background or I will have to send you home.
Hi there, it's me. How are you doing?
I haven't had time to call, I've been swamped. Is Marlene all right?
She's there? Please put her on.
Hang on. Ulrike...
I love you.
May I speak to Marlene now?
Well, hello. I just wanted to tell you I'll be back soon.
I hope you're doing fine.
Take care, and I'll see you soon.
We'll bring in the woman for questioning.
Naturally, we won't tell her what this is all about.
So don't worry about that.
Well, Münster and Moreno... What do you think?
Is that Jaan G. Hennan?
- How long have you been married? - A little over three years now.
- Where did your husband grow up? - In Ockfener.
- What's his line of business? - Imports.
Objets de'art. Souvenir items and native African and Asian art.
And you've been in business together during your time in Kaalbringen?
Has your husband been married before?
Yes.
Have you ever met his ex-wife?
- Why do you ask? - Please answer the question.
No, I've never met her. She remarried and moved to Berlin.
I don't understand why you're asking me all this?
Are you sure that your husband's name is Frank Kellerman
and that he grew up in Ockfener?
Have you ever had any doubts?
Has he ever been evasive about his past?
Well, we've talked about the past...
Have you ever met anyone who could confirm his roots? Relatives...
He father is dead, but I met his mother, at a nursing home.
I met her that first spring and she died that summer.
Why did you leave Germany?
We were tired of our jobs. I came into some money.
So we left. We had vacationed in Kaalbringen and we like it here.
Does the name Jaan G. Hennan mean anything to you?
Hennan? No.
Who is he?
No further questions.
This is a very delicate case.
We must ask you not to disclose what took place here.
Not even to your husband, just to ensure his safety.
DeKlerkk is a fool.
- The police academy made a mistake. - Let's see what the Germans have.
Elise Kellerman will tell her husband everything.
DeKlerkk has to put him under surveillance.
Someone has to talk to DeKlerkk or I'll do it myself...
We can't tail Kellerman simply because Veerlangen took his picture.
- Anyone can tell that this is G. - I'm not convinced.
Elise's testimony was very credible.
She obviously doesn't know who her husband is.
Don't you trust my judgment? - Moreno?
That's not the issue here.
Münster... I asked you a straightforward question.
I've always had faith in your judgment, but this time I'm not sure.
What do you mean?
It feels like it's personal, that you hate G.
What did Veerlangen see?
I apologize for the early hour, but do you know where this street is?
I seem to be lost.
Hang on.
- Are you sure this is the right area? - No.
I'm sorry, I don't know where this is.
- Anything else I can do for you? - No. Sorry about waking you up.
The Germans have gotten back to us and they confirm...
...Elise Kellerman's story.
The people on Veerlangen's pictures are Frank and Elise Kellerman.
- That's not true. - So why did he take pictures of them?
Maybe he made a mistake.
Like Van Veeteren, who refuses to believe the man's not Hennan.
We're talking about an established fact.
- What do you mean? - I went to see Kellerman.
I obtained a set of his fingerprints and took them to Maardam.
Our technician checked to see if they were a match for Jaan G. Hennan.
He found more than 50 shared characteristics. Have a look.
So it's pretty certain.
- Did you see Kellerman? - Yes.
Did he recognize you?
Possibly. He probably did.
- Anything gone down? - Want some?
- It's been in the car for two weeks. - It's fine.
All right...
It's eleven minutes past three. Elise Kellerman is back.
- What about G? - He's kept out of sight.
Thanks.
Look at this picture. What does it tell us?
What are we missing that Veerlangen saw?
Well, there is a possibility that Hennan told Veerlangen something...
Hennan would never reveal anything to a man like Veerlangen.
Inside...
Bloody hell...
Münster here, we have an apparent suicide at Wacherstraat 34.
Why did he do it?
Do you know anything about it?
Did you tell him you were questioned by the police?
Did he tell you the police were here?
Did he mention a man by the name of Van Veeteren? Did he?
- I don't understand a thing. - That's enough. Your timing is off.
- I have to know! - Later. Back off for now.
Report to me. I want to hear every last detail.
First, he popped a couple of Imovans.
Then he poured himself a large whisky.
Then he neatly slit his wrists with a razor blade. Lengthwise.
According to the post-mortem, he was dead within 15 minutes.
- Did he leave any sort of message? - No.
- No explanation at all? - No, there wasn't a trace of one.
He took his secret with him to hell. Damn him!
It would have been better if I had killed him myself.
- Are you drunk? - Of course.
- And his wife? - She's still in shock.
But she insists that she didn't tell her husband anything.
He recognized me, I could tell.
I tried to provoke him, make him nervous, make him slip up...
Maybe that's why he killed himself.
I just can't figure out if he was a coward...
...or if this was the best he could do.
So... what do you think?
It was a confession.
Barbara, the wife in America, and God knows how many others...
And we'll never know why.
It wouldn't surprise me if he knew...
...that I was waiting out front when he slit his wrists.
Good night.
I'd like to apologize for my behavior yesterday.
Do you really believe your husband would commit suicide
without leaving some kind of explanation behind?
Do you think you could talk to me?
- Would you like some? - No, thank you. I'm driving.
I realize that we do not share the same picture of Frank Kellerman.
But still...
Both of us want answers, so maybe we could put our heads together?
Right now I have no idea who my husband was.
I'm convinced that the man I knew... wouldn't have considered suicide.
Did you know him so well?
In my line of work, you learn to see through people.
Are you certain that you didn't tell him
about your encounter with the police?
- Yes. - Why didn't you?
I couldn't. I was...
I guess I didn't want him...
Maybe I didn't want to know.
I see.
- And he didn't tell you I came here? - No.
I'm convinced that he recognized me, and that he knew I'd recognized him.
Well...
If this is really true,
if he actually was someone else...
Yes?
I understand that it's difficult to accept
that Jaan changed his identity in order to leave his past behind...
Jaan.
Jaan G. Hennan.
- I don't understand... - Barbara.
Barbara...
- Who was the woman in your pool? - That's enough.
- Did he say when he'd be here? - No, but he had just checked out.
- Should we give him a call? - All right...
Get up.
Take your jacket off. Slowly.
Turn around.
Good. Now sit down again.
- Where are your car keys? - In my coat.
I wonder what ever happened to the real Frank Kellerman?
- He's dead, or living abroad. - Hennan was smart.
Adopting someone else's identity is the best policy.
So Hennan killed Veerlangen. Are you going to look for the gun?
It's the prosecutor's call, but everything's fairly straightforward.
- We'll keep in touch. - Give my best to Van Veeteren.
I didn't get the chance to say goodbye.
I ran the prints from the Kellerman house.
And something unexpected came up.
Mrs. Kellerman's prints were present at Hennan's house.
- The shower drain... - Elise did the clean-up job.
Take it.
- It's been switched off. - Try his home number.
Hi, Ulrike, this is Ewa Moreno...
I see. Tell him to call as soon as he gets in. Thanks. Bye.
- She's been trying to reach him too. - He wouldn't want to miss this.
Her car is here.
Unless she suspects something, she'll be back.
Could you call in a report?
We've put out a public alert for both Kellerman and Van Veeteren.
- What about the chopper? - We need to know where to go first.
Stop.
This will do.
- What if I refuse? - I'll shoot you and dig your grave.
Go on.
I'm an old man.
I'll go on digging if you tell me everything.
Who was she? The woman we found at the bottom of the pool?
- Some whore from Hamburg. - What was her name?
- What did you offer her, money? - A part in a porno movie.
No questions asked and lots of money.
- No addresses were exchanged... - Of course not.
So when she went missing, there was nothing...
...to connect her to you.
You found a whore who looked like you.
Then you moved to Maardam...
But by then you had changed your hair and all...
Jaan had taken pictures of her. I even copied her tattoo.
- Then what? - What?
After you had cleaned up,
she moved around the house, having drinks
and scattering her prints.
While Jaan went out to eat, tailed by Veerlangen.
It was as simple as that, then...
If I hadn't taken things for granted,
if I had asked myself who she really was...
- Then... - But you didn't.
You behaved according to plan.
Bothering Jaan and not asking the right questions. Go on digging.
Lippman speaking.
A beige Peugeot passed through Linden an hour ago.
That's enough.
I said, that's enough!
You know, I'd like to see...
...a bird while I die.
Could you wait until one flies by?
Oh, hello...
I'm sorry I can't ask you in, we're on our way.
- Is it time? - Yes, it started last night.
But the contractions stopped...
You know all about how the first baby takes it's time.
- How is she? - Fine. What brings you here?
- No police stuff, I hope. - How did you know she was Barbara?
Christ... It was a hunch.
I had this... gut feeling.
I went to see her on the strength of a hunch.
If it hadn't been for you...
Well, you never know.
Now where is she?
- How are you? - Fine...
- Here. - What's that? - A camera.
That's a pair of binoculars.
We don't have time, let's go!
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