FACE TO FACE
- Hello. - I'm here to see Mia.
- We're closed. - Know where I can find her?
No.
- Will you have a coffee with me, then? - Come back tomorrow.
Okay, tell Mia we'll be back later today for the full Ghana search.
Police, the IRS, the works.
Do it and come here.
You can wait in the lounge down the hall.
Hello.
Just pack her things. Don't ask any questions.
MIA FØNSGAARD TUBORG BEACH PARK CONDOS
- What can I do for you? - What can you tell me about Christina?
Christina who?
Christina Rasmussen.
I don't know her. Sorry.
Before we get into a bicker that will end up with me going crazy -
- let's just agree that you're Mia, you're here, and you lied to me before.
- I didn't know who you were... - Fine, fine.
Tell me about Christina.
Well, I hardly know her. I met her at parties. That's all I know.
So... sorry.
- I told you I hardly know Christina. - Nikki says something else.
- Nikki who? - Nikki says Christina came here.
I wish I could help you, but I want you to leave.
How much is a coffee and a blowjob? I can be here as a john, can't I?
We're closed for the day. Come back tomorrow.
- Just coffee, then. - There's a café...
I want your coffee!
I want your coffee.
You have a comprehensive job description, Mia.
Telephone girl, hooker and accountant.
Do you also take the young girls to the E.R. when things go wrong?
- Things do go wrong, don't they? - There are psychos everywhere.
You never know who snaps.
Those who aren't just horny but want to see you girls distorted in pain.
I'm just saying that kind of stuff can break you.
And you...
You lie there all distorted -
- with empty eyes staring...
On the floor. All alone.
If that's all, I have a life to get back to.
Got any children?
- Two. - Have they got a father? A good father?
Is he a good man? Do they know he loves them?
They know I love them.
- So your kids don't need a father? - Not if he's a bastard.
Your kids don't need a hug while Mom's spreading her legs for peanuts?
Fuck you.
Did you turn Christina into a whore?
We don't have any Christinas, we only have these girls.
Christina's dead.
I have nothing to do with her death.
Where were you between 1 and 3 am?
Mia, one call, and they'll take this rat hole apart.
I was here with a john. I'll give you his number, call him, okay?
Take it down. Call him. Fuck off.
Want me to take you in? No?
Then tell me all you fucking know.
Christina's death was made to look like a suicide.
- It's got nothing to do with me. - Who wanted to kill her? Blacknet?
- Give me a name. Names of her johns. - She had no johns.
- So she wasn't a prostitute? - No.
She just liked hanging out here.
- So how did she make a living? - I don't know.
Who the hell are you? You're not with the police, are you?
I'm her father.
Christina's father is dead. She told me so herself.
So a horse didn't kick you to death?
She was a good girl. We had some fun times.
- Coke times? - All kinds.
- Sounds expensive. - Yes.
A night out with Christina easily cost a week here.
Is your name Bjørn, or is that also a lie?
No, that's true.
I'm Bjørn.
Boy, was she pissed at you.
She always went on and on about a horse when she got drunk.
- Something... - How much do you make in a week?
- What? - In a good week. 8,000 kroner? 10,000?
I mean, this isn't the Moulin Rouge. 12,000?
Perhaps.
- Nikki says you have a fancy home. - Nikki's a fucking rat without a clue!
12,000 is fine, particularly if the taxman doesn't get half.
But it still takes more to pay for a penthouse -
- if you want shoes and blow, too. Does the money from Blacknet help?
- Who's saying crap about me? - Nikki is.
Did you know that Nikki beat your daughter?
She lay on my doorstep last weekend with a black eye, bleeding from her ear.
- Did she say it was Nikki? - She didn't say a fucking lot!
I'd been working all night, so I patched her up and let her crash on the couch.
- When I woke up, she was gone. - Nikki says you beat Christina.
Fuck Nikki! I helped her.
I was always helping Christina.
- Please go now. - I'm not going anywhere.
Get lost. You haven't got a fucking thing, so go!
What do you want?
To take a look around.
I don't want you here.
What do you want? I want you to leave.
You have no fucking right to do this!
- I'll call the fucking police. - Oh, Go ahead.
I told you all I know!
Oh come on!
A little snifter to go with the coffee?
Does this pay for all the fun times? Who's your supplier?
- Nobody. - Sure.
You'd be a dead little whore if you blabbed, wouldn't you?
Tell me all you know and I'll forget about this.
- I pick it up myself. - How much?
A little coke now and then. That's my last stash.
- From where? - South America, primarily.
Peru, Venezuela, sometimes Colombia.
- Was Christina in on it? - I brought her on the first trips.
- Why? - To party.
Things go a little smoother down there when you're two frisky girls.
I thought we were going to run it together, but then she lost interest.
Who did you get it for? Did Christina know them? Give me a name.
I don't have a fucking name. I just got it for myself.
Hang on.
Don't move.
- Yes? - Where are you? We need to talk.
- Susanne, I'm pretty tied up right now. - We have to talk.
- Did you talk to Richard? - Yes.
There are some practicalities. We have to confirm that...
I've seen her.
Bjørn...
She's at the morgue. Make an appointment.
Maybe we could see her together?
Our little girl.
- I'll go there at 7. Will you come? - I have to...
Will you come?
Bjørn?
Hello?
- Where the hell are you going? - We're done. I want my coke.
- What are you doing? - Taking you in.
- You can't! - Listen, Mia.
My daughter's dead, stabbed in the heart. I can do anything.
Get your shit.
If I tell you more, can I go home to my children?
It fucking depends on what you have to say.
She went behind my back.
She went straight to the psycho I got the stuff for.
I was supposed to get new supplies every three months.
I was free to sell here as part of my payment.
So I minded my own business, went on my trips -
- and partied with Christina.
And then?
Then he stopped the trips. I didn't hear from him again.
Christina canceled our dates and didn't text me back.
One night I went to confront him. I needed the money. I needed...
And there she was.
Smiling, not saying a fucking word. Acting as if I'm a complete stranger.
- Did she undercut you? - Yes.
Her trips were cheaper, she sold cheaper. She knew all the clients.
- When was this? - A few months ago.
- And you haven't seen her since? - Not since she lay on my doorstep.
- Could the drug lord have beaten her? - I don't know.
Who is he?
Don't take me in, okay?
For what? Selling drugs, running a brothel or murder...
- I had nothing to do with her death. - She ruined your high life.
You have kids. Would a person kill for that? I would.
Christina didn't kill herself, and you have a motive.
- I loved her. - She ruined your life. You hated her.
No. I could have left her on my doorstep last Friday, but I didn't.
Sure she didn't lie on your doorstep yesterday?
What the hell do you mean?
Christina lies on your doorstep last night. You put her in a taxi.
You get her up into the apartment on Amaliegade.
And then it hits you: If Christina goes away, so will all your problems.
- Suddenly Mia's back in business. - I'll deny everything if you pull that.
Go ahead. That will keep you in custody for a couple of months -
- while your kids spend Christmas in a foster home in the sticks.
It's up to you.
Sebastian.
If anyone knows anything about Blacknet, it's Sebastian.
Sebastian. Got a number for this Sebastian?
- If you do this alone, you're stupid. - Is there a number?
I expect you to protect me now.
- Call him. - I won't be a part of this.
- Call him. - He won't pick up.
- Leave a message. - Saying what?
- Leave my number. - He'll call me to find out why.
- So improvise. - Can't we do it another way?
Call him!
This is Mia. I'm just calling to leave a number.
21 23 12 89. Bye.
Thank you.
She didn't kill herself.
No matter what happened, she wouldn't do that.
Not Christina.
- Hello. - Hi, Bjørn. Long time.
- Who's this? - Sebastian.
- We know each other? - That we do.
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