Copenhagen, Police Headquarters
Oh shit.
FACE TO FACE
It's just...
It's just so senseless.
Is there anything I can do?
- Can we go for a ride? - I'm on duty. Lassen's sick.
But I need to talk to you.
Sure. I'm right here. Let's talk.
Nina sends her love.
She's just completely...
She kept the twins at home today. They don't understand a word, either.
What have you told them?
The twins?
Well, Nina talked to them. I had to leave early.
Well, how do you talk about...
... that Christina didn't...
... have the strength to go on living? I don't know.
You could just say she's dead.
They're big now. They need to grasp it. She's babysitted them since way back.
Do you believe it was suicide?
- Did you read the autopsy report? - I spoke to Frank.
- Does it say anything wrong? - It's Frank. It's good-for-nothing.
- Sure, but it's been certified. - Who says it tells the whole truth?
- What truth is that? - Christina was in deep shit.
Yes.
You knew?
I knew she wasn't happy, and that can make people do stupid things.
How much did you know exactly?
Don't do this. Don't...
Don't start figuring things out. Go be with Susanne.
- You need each other on a day like this. - Did you go to a party yesterday?
Okay. Fine, let's change the subject.
- Yes, I did. - Did you stay long?
- Bjørn, what are you playing at? - What do you mean?
You're questioning me. Stop it.
- What makes you think that? - You're not the only one rattled!
At 8:15 this morning, Richard calls me and...
... tells me...
... that Christina's dead.
And here you are, trying to figure things out.
- I just asked what you'd been up to. - You're questioning your best friend.
The day after your daughter's suicide. Get a grip!
- So it's not okay to ask? - Don't question me in your car!
How many years were we partners?
- Eight years. - Yes!
You taught me everything I know. How to work, to think.
You persuaded Nina to come back the first time I gambled everything away.
- And the second time. - Yeah... I was your hero, right?
Forget it! We all loved Christina.
But you fucked her up.
- You fucked all of us up. - Sure, all of you.
You really fucked up Susanne. You fucked up me and Richard.
Even Nina.
You were unbearable. Whenever you tried to get by on your own, you screwed up.
And when Susanne finally left you, you just let go completely...
Cut it out. Several things went wrong.
- I was transferred to Special Branch... - And why do you think?
- Richard had to restructure due to... - No!
- I asked Richard to transfer you. - Why?
To save your ass. To help you. People couldn't stand you.
The majority wanted you out.
But fine! Just forget it.
- Who was it? - Come on! Can't your hear yourself?
Please stop the car. I can't do this.
Stop the car.
Fucking unbelievable!
Now's the time to know your friends from your enemies.
I'm your friend.
Your tears are mine. Take care.
Hey.
I'm just asking a few questions, trying to find out what happened yesterday.
- Am I your friend? - Shut up.
- Am I? - Sure you are.
So what the fuck's wrong with you? I'm trying to be here for you.
- Some things just don't add up. - Nothing adds up! Christina...
Christina's dead.
There's nothing to figure out or solve.
- Where do you want me to drop you off? - Just take me back.
You are my friend.
Did you still see Christina?
She'd crash on our couch now and then.
- She'd sleep over at your place? - Yes.
She probably just needed to be with some normal people.
And Nikki? You know, Christina's wife.
Isn't she normal?
She didn't want us to tell you, so we respected her wish.
Great.
- So what did she do at your place? - She'd come and go.
Have a meal, watch some TV.
Play with the kids.
- She didn't look well. Stressed out. - You'd rather not tell me that either?
Yes, but she didn't want us to call you.
And Susanne?
I talked to Susanne.
Last week, we didn't see her at all.
Not at all?
Well, I saw her yesterday, but I guess you know.
- What do you mean? - She was at the party yesterday.
She was wasted. She was with what's her name...?
- Mia. - Yes, Mia.
Bad company.
What were you doing at that party?
Hey, ask no evil, hear no evil, okay?
No, not really.
- Were you invited? - Of course not. You and I never were.
But that didn't stop us from showing up whenever we could do some business.
- Was Christina there when you came? - Yes.
She was there, and she went all in. Lines, shots and...
So... I kept my distance.
Did you leave alone or...?
No.
So you left with Christina?
- Yes, but I just took her home. - Right...
Home where? Amaliegade? Nikki's?
No, we only made it to Nørrebro.
She said she was feeling sick and wanted to walk.
So she started walking and seemed to get it together.
Well, she was dead two hours later so she didn't really get it together.
- I guess not. - Was that the last time you saw her?
Yes!
I'm trying to trace my daughter's last movements. Is that so wrong?
Maybe you should have worried more about your daughter while she was alive.
I've never understood why you kicked out Christina, your own daughter.
- She turned her back on me. - You wanted nothing to do with her!
You just wanted her out of your life like all the other crap.
- You don't know jackshit about that. - No, but Christina did.
Did she tell you that? That I kicked her out. Did Christina say that?
Yes.
I need cigarettes.
Go ahead. I'll...
No...
- What's up? I'm waiting for you. - Take it easy.
You're on speakerphone. Bjørn is here.
Hi, Bjørn. My condolences.
Thanks.
Okay. Call you later, okay?
Yeah, I'm sorry.
- Rylander, call me when you're done. - I will. Bye.
Where to?
Just back.
Don't leave Lassen out in the cold. He's sick.
Look, maybe the guy took a couple of painkillers and reported for duty.
- He knows I have a meeting. - Where?
- At headquarters. - Look, I'm just thinking out loud here.
What if you didn't drop off Christina in Nørrebro but at Amaliegade?
- Why would I lie to you? - I don't know.
I don't know why you're lying to me after all these years, but you are.
No! I'm gonna call Richard and tell him to pull you off the street.
- You're sick in the head. - Go ahead.
And remember to tell him Lassen is well again, so Richard can factor him in.
Or maybe Lassen should have free hands today to cover up for yesterday.
- You're off your rocker. - Ludomania is pathological.
Your eyes are still glossy on Tuesday mornings after an all-night poker game.
- Christina made a bundle, didn't she? - I don't know. Did she?
She got rich on Blacknet. Your godchild came in handy when you were broke.
You're still a fucking junkie.
Are you accusing me of blackmailing her?
- I'm just thinking out loud. - Blow it out your ass.
Let's say you drove her to Amaliegade and went with her upstairs -
- while Lassen waited in the car. Right?
No! Please shut the fuck up just for two minutes.
- Desk Sergeant Finn speaking. - Hi.
This is Rylander. What have we got on the guy we booked last night?
Hang on... Got it.
1:14 a.m. DUI, nothing dramatic. Moderate BAC, brief questioning.
You let him sleep it off and released him at... 3:29 a.m.
You finished at 4:43. Anything else?
No, that ought to do it.
One more thing. What's the time of death for Christina?
- Between 1 and 3 a.m. - Oh, okay.
- Did you talk to Bjørn? - Yes.
- Take care of him, okay? - I'll take real good care of him.
Well, that's that. Anything else you'd like to know?
- A drunk driver! - Yes.
You're rotten to the core, Rylander.
Alibi or no alibi, you shouldn't have kept me in the dark about Christina.
Why must I drag out of you that you saw her shortly before she died?
You leave a bad taste in the mouth! A drunk driver!
We were right behind him when we dropped off Christina.
- It was a no-brainer to take him in. - Okay, who was he?
- I don't know. Some rich asshole. - What's his name?
I don't remember. Lassen wrote the report.
- So call Finn. - Oh come on. Stop it!
Just call him.
- Desk Sergeant Finn. - Can I have the name of the DUI?
- How important is it? - Look, you're the desk sergeant.
Sure, but it doesn't say.
Lassen, you asshole.
Not very professional, I agree.
Fine, thanks.
He's such an amateur. But you have what you need now, right?
- For what? - Your little investigation.
- I don't know. Do I? - You heard Finn! He saw us come and go.
It's practical to have a cash cow crashing on your couch.
You gave her a home, some TLC and a slap in the face if she didn't play ball.
Is that it? She paid your gambling debts.
But then suddenly Christina wouldn't play along.
That won't do if you're hooked like a junkie.
Then you have to slap the bitch around until you get your money. Am I right?
Nobody slapped anyone. Read the damned report.
Mia found Christina on her doorstep last weekend, ears and eyes bleeding.
- Sounds like a genuine Rylander beating. - Slow down.
You didn't kill her, but you know who did.
You're only telling me half of what you know. Give me a name!
Eyes and ears, right? That gets them talking.
- Eyes and ears. - Calm down!
- Slow down! - Who are you working with?
No one!
- I'm not working with anyone! - A name! Afraid of dying? I'm not!
- Okay, his name is Holger Lang! - Who is he?
Rylander, do you hear me?
Who is he?
Holger Lang, where does he live? Where does he live?
Lang's waiting for you at Grand B
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