Bjørn, this is Rylander. Call me.
Richard doesn't know where you are. Don't do anything stupid, okay?
Call me.
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FACE TO FACE
Copenhagen, Amaliegade
Hey!
Stop.
Easy now.
Who are you? Who are... Stop. In here.
Sit down!
What are you doing here? Are you alone?
Got any ID? Nothing?
I have my phone.
What's your name? This really isn't complicated. I'm Bjørn.
I ask the questions, you give the answers.
We can do it the hard way, I smack you, or the easy way, I don't. Get it? Good.
When I ask you your name, you just answer. Anything will do.
- Then we're off. Okay? - Nikki.
Fine. I'll call you Nikki.
Do you live here?
- What are you doing then? - I just came to see what happened.
- What the fuck?! - Okay, new rules.
When I think you're lying, I'll smack you, and I'll keep smacking you -
- until you bleed from the mouth, and then I'll smack you again. Get it?
Okay. What are you doing here?
I just wanted to say goodbye.
So you know what happened?
- How? - I saw the ambulance driving off.
You saw the ambulance. Did you take anything?
- Empty your pockets. - I haven't got anything.
Empty them!
Who are you?
- You're her dad, right? - Were you her girlfriend?
Yes.
We were married.
Married?
Cheers!
When were you...
Last year. At city hall.
Just us.
And our closest ones.
I didn't know. Was...
Was she happy? Were the two of you happy?
We were in love.
So you ought to know why she ended up in there, dead and alone.
No. I guess you don't. And you don't want to know, either.
What are you doing here? Why weren't you with her in the ambulance?
Why did Christina end up a Jane Doe at the morgue? What the hell's going on?
I don't know. What are you doing?
- I'm taking you in. - What do you wanna know? She's dead!
Aren't you unhappy?
- Are you the jealous type? - No.
- Violent? - What makes you say that?
Women are more prone to hitting. Men just hit harder.
What the fuck's wrong with you? What do you want?
Christina had bruises and scratches, possibly from being hit.
- Did you hit her? - No. Never.
- Who hit her? - I don't know!
When did you last see her?
When?
Yesterday. We dined out and stuff.
- How long did you stay? - A couple of hours and then she left.
- Did you have a fight? - You can fight but still be in love.
Sure, sure.
You got angry and went back here to wait for her.
- No, I went to a girlfriend's. - Yeah right.
- Got her address and phone number? - Yes.
- What's her name? - Anna.
Call her.
- Yes? - Anna?
Bjørn Rasmussen, police. I'm calling about Nikki...?
Rasmussen.
Yes?
Nikki Rasmussen. She's missing, so we're trying to locate her.
Okay...
She was here from around 11 pm until this morning.
- What is going on? - It must be a misunderstanding. Thanks.
You're welcome.
- What did you fight about? - What?
Yesterday. What did you fight about?
She was all fired up. I couldn't connect with her.
I wanted to talk and I needed... She didn't want to.
She got drunk after 20 minutes and kept drinking "to Dad".
To me? We never saw each other.
Maybe she was fed up with your chauvinist bullshit.
You never gave her that horse, because she screwed girls, right?
- She didn't screw girls. She was 14. - She's been screwing girls from age 12.
She got the horse. Did she tell you that...?
- She never talked about you. - She got the horse.
You don't think I'd punish my daughter for... being...
When did you last see her?
- That's irrelevant. - It's not.
I saw her around Christmas time.
No. You didn't see her around that time.
You were supposed to, but you didn't, and she ended up with me.
I found her the next morning after an all-night binge.
She just sat there, snotty and teary-eyed, going on about -
- how she talked too much when she was drunk.
She was with her mother. She was with Susanne -
- because Christina and I didn't spend Christmas together.
Oh.
Is there any reason why Christina would...
Is there any reason why Christina would take her own life?
She had so many secrets.
Even though she loved me, she was miserable.
Let's get some water on that lip.
Did you live here?
She lived here while we took a break.
- How could she afford that? - I don't know.
You know what she put on the lease, right? Lea Møller.
Oh. Crazy.
Yes.
It is a bit crazy.
- What are you doing? - Nikki, I don't trust you one bit.
Something doesn't add up.
Your wife's living in a luxury condo under an alias.
- And so what? - So say something smarter than "crazy".
Let go.
- What do you know about the deep web? - It's all the stuff you can't google.
All the heavy stuff.
All the fucked-up shit is down there.
What has that got to do with Christina?
Christina... sold herself on the deep web.
What?
She was for sale.
She sold her body. You could buy her for anything.
She was... a whore?
Where did she sell herself? Where did she market herself?
On Blacknet.
Blacknet?
A marketplace on the deep web.
Why did she do it?
To live like this.
Her johns... Did she meet them here?
We talked about having children.
While I googled surrogate mothers and sperm donors, she fucked businessmen.
- Did she talk about her johns? - No, she didn't.
- Could a john have killed her? - She was fucked up and unhappy.
She couldn't go on.
- Do you smoke? - No thanks.
Neither do I.
- What? - You always say that, right?
That I don't smoke?
Did she tell you that?
You weren't always an asshole, were you?
One smoke and then I'm off. Okay?
Have you got anyone who can take care of you?
I can take care of myself. I did before I met her.
Why didn't you see her?
Didn't you like her?
I loved her.
Of course I did.
Okay.
- What's that? - It's Christina's.
Did I interrupt you in something?
- I don't know shit about that. - Know what I think?
I think you're lying for your life.
You're afraid of someone and trying to save yourself.
- Have you got a name? - No.
I think you came back for that.
If Christina swam in money, some of it may be on there as bitcoins.
Am I right? You can keep the money for all I care. Just give me a name.
I just want a name.
Mia.
Mia who?
She's got a place called Amazing Daisy with young girls.
A whorehouse? What good is that to me?
She got Christina into Blacknet.
Amazing Daisy?
Well, then we're done here. You can leave.
Did you forget something?
The bag?
You've already been in there, I see.
Bastard!
Dad...
Stop, Dad.
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