HENNING MANKELL'S WALLANDER SERIES THE ANGEL OF DEATH
Listen to this. This is soul, romance, beauty.
I kind of find it a bit ridiculous.
I mean all these damn instruments...
...scraping away with violins and flutes and an entire goddamn...
- Come on. Loosen up. - No, I like that girl.
- We've run out. - Hang on, hang on.
What the hell's her name?
Monica Zetterlund. “The black girl from Varmland.”
Not her. This is someone else. Short, blonde...
Cyndee Peters!
- Yes! Yes, that's her! - Cyndee Peters?
- This is a rosé. - Short and blonde?
Yes, blues. Heavy blues.
Listen, now, girls.
We'll meet up for rehearsals here tonight at 10:00 p.m.
What? Are we rehearsing tonight? Why?
Because we can sound a lot better than we did today.
But it went really well today.
- You think so? - Yes, I think so.
And you others agree. Or...
I agree.
Miranda, you came in too late a number of times.
And you forgot the words to Manducat Dominum.
“It's so important for the choir that Miranda...”
- Did you say something? - No, Miss.
The bus is leaving in five minutes.
Witch!
No one's forgotten a nightie or anything?
No? Come on, everyone!
Stop!
Even if you can hear the consonants where you are...
...they have to hear them out there.
You must exaggerate.
Much, much more than you're doing now.
Miranda, stand up.
Where's your voice?
Here? Or here, where it's supposed to be?
I don't know. I just sing.
That's just the problem.
You don't listen. Stand up.
You must learn to use your whole voice.
You should learn to listen to people instead of complaining all the fucking time!
“You should use the support of your stomach, girls. It's really important.
“When you sing Panis Angelicus...
...“you shouldn't be able to stick a pen up your ass!”
I"m so fucking tired of you, you fucking bitch. Go and fuck off!
You stay here.
Right.
I'd really like to quit her choir, but mom would be so disappointed.
- Why would she be disappointed? - The choir's good for me, isn't it?
She can believe what she likes. She leaves me in peace.
- But that's good, isn't it? - Maybe she's a little proud.
Just a little. I mean, I sing pretty well.
Yes, you do.
But you're in the choir just for your mom's sake?
Yeah, kind of.
- I thought you were in it for my sake. - Mostly for yours, of course.
You know that.
- Who said you could have this room? - We did. And?
It's a bit strange that you have this room when we're all cramped together downstairs.
So? We saw it first.
Oh? And that gives you an automatic right to it?
OK. Good. Now I know.
- What's got into her? - God, what a dumb ass.
Oh, my God, that's so gross! A fucking maggot!
Check it out. A maggot.
Do you think about him at all?
No.
Hey.
I don't think about him.
I don't.
OK, good.
- Come on. - Where?
- We're going to have a smoke. - No, we're not.
- Sure we are. Come on. - No, I've got to unpack.
All right. Don't forget to give the strawberries to Bea.
- What do you think you're doing? - Frightened?
- Of you? - You should be.
And you know why, you fucking whore.
- We've got things to talk about. - We've got nothing to talk about!
- Get off! Let go of me! - Jesus, chill, for God's sake!
What the fuck is all this? Hello?
Have you got a name or what, you fucking rat?
Well, say something, for...
Hello?
You know what I think you can do?
You can eat your own balls, you fucking moron!
What, you think I'm scared of you? I know where you live too.
Just go to hell!
Miranda?
- Have you seen Miranda? - No. Why?
No, I...
I was just wondering.
- Who are they? - I don't know.
- How old is the girl? - Eighteen.
- How long has she been missing? - Since last night.
Hi, girls!
All right?
No, her parents haven't heard from her at all.
And you've tried her cell, I presume?
Yes. It just goes to her voice mail.
And it appears she's taken her bags.
Has she now?
I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have called.
How was she feeling last night? Was she in a good mood?
- She...
We had a little discussion after the concert...
...which is nothing unusual, but I can't imagine it upset her.
Discussion? About what?
Miranda is gifted...
...or would be if she was a little more disciplined and learned the words.
Right, so you sing without the word sheet?
- Yes. It brings it more to life. - Quite. What do you sing?
We sing Mozart...
...Taube, César Franck.
Ah, César Franck? Panis Angelicus?
That's right. You're a music lover?
Yes, as long as I don't have to make the music myself.
But listen a lot. Schumann, at the moment.
Right, so I mean...
if you hear something, or think of something...
...when you're talking together or whatever...
...don't hesitate to call us.
Whenever, if...
You've been singing together for awhile, right?
- Depends. - I see.
I was chatting with Bodil...
...and she said that you sing a very mixed repertoire.
Right, well, then...
- I think we've got everything, right? - Yes.
OK; call us if something comes up.
- Bye. - Bye.
I think she found something more important to do and just split.
Really? What do you mean? Why do you say that?
Because Miranda can be a real pain with turning up on time and stuff.
Is that right?
It is.
Why would she have taken her bags if she hadn't just left of her own accord?
Yes.
Bye, then, girls.
Let's go.
Excuse me! She left her jacket behind.
It's her favorite jacket, so she'd never have forgotten it.
Something must've happened to her.
Do you and Miranda know each other well?
Yes... we do.
- What's your name? - Lina.
- Lina what? - Martensson.
Has she got a boyfriend she might've gone off to?
No. She doesn't.
- Bye. - Thanks for your help.
Has Miranda gone away before without telling you?
It's happened.
Our daughter thinks she's Swedish.
“You don't get it. I'm Swedish.” That's what she always says.
But know what's going on.
- What do you mean by that? - Nothing.
Do you know if Miranda has any friends, boys or girls...
...who might know where she is?
Miranda has many friends.
As soon as you learn a name, new ones come along.
- And boyfriends? - No, no, no.
Miranda has no boyfriend.
- How long has she been singing in the choir? - A few months.
I"m so happy she got in.
I can understand that. It's an excellent choir.
Yes.
And I thought it might keep her mind off other things.
Like what?
Depressing things.
But Miranda sings very beautifully.
Like an angel.
- Can we take a look around Miranda's room? - Of course. Be my guest.
Is this a bit over the top?
Do you think so?
She's gone missing before.
Her parents aren't even worried.
No. Especially not her father.
What do you mean?
Something's up.
Why didn't she take her jacket with her...
...when she took everything else?
She forgot it?
Look.
I've seen one of those before.
It's a heart that you share.
But who's she sharing it with?
With the boyfriend...
...who doesn't exist?
- Who told you you could come in here? - Your wife.
You've got no right to be in here. Now please leave.
- Shit, what a puma! - What the...?
- I'm just joking. - Hilarious.
Thanks.
Are you going to listen up now?
It seems like she's gone away somewhere of her own free will.
- OK. So what should we do? - Nothing. The chick's eighteen.
-“The chick” is eighteen? - The girl, then.
She's gone missing before. I bet she'll turn up in a day or two.
That's what you bet, is it? Would you think the same if it were a man of 45?
- That's completely different. - Stop making a fuss about that now.
As we said, almost everything points to her going away of her own free will.
But I still think we should follow the procedure...
...do some door-to-door work, check cell phones.
- You know what I mean. - So what question marks are there?
Her father, for one.
There was something about him that just didn't seem right to me.
- You said the family's from Iraq? - Yes.
There might be some unknown Swedish boyfriend.
So it might be some kind of honour killing?
- It's a thought. - It's a thought.
And a stupid thought at that, if you ask me.
Really? Why?
- You're assuming they're Muslims. - I mean... Jesus! Aren't they?
I don't know, but with a surname like Dahno...
...and a daughter who sings in a Christian church choir?
It's just a thought.
Did you get up on the wrong side of the bed?
Jesus, fucking boys' club lunch!
Check who's got 070-7758636.
Johan Rasmusson in Helsingborg.
OK. He's called Miranda Dahno 38 times in three days.
- Most of them unanswered. - OK. Get the address.
Listen, I didn't mean to criticize you earlier.
But you did. And rightly so.
But still, you've always been there for me and stuff, so...
-1t's my job. - Only I'm not that used to it.
Why?
That's just the way it is.
- Johan Rasmusson? - Yes.
We'd like to ask you some questions about Miranda.
- Has Miranda gotten in touch yet? - No, I'm afraid not.
- But who'll take Miranda's solo tonight, then? - What? Maybe she'll come back.
I know, but I mean if she doesn't.
Bea's right. We have to make a decision.
I know who Bea's suggestion is. Herself.
I was thinking that maybe Lina could do the solo.
What do you say?
- Sure. - OK. Good.
See you at 6:00 p.m. by the bus.
- What's your relationship? - None.
- None? Weren't you together? - Yeah, but it's over.
- How did it end? - What the hell's it got to do with you?
We ask. You answer.
I don't know. I guess I got bored with her.
Is that why you've made 38 calls to her cell in the past three days?
We needed to talk things over.
- What things? - None of your damn business!
When did you last speak to her?
Two days ago, maybe.
What were you doing last night?
Nothing. I was at home.
- Alone? - Yes.
- That's not allowed, huh? - Sure.
Look, take this and if you hear from Miranda, contact us.
Good. Thanks.
Look, sorry, but I'm thinking about Miranda's parents.
- Do you know them? - No.
We"ll keep in touch, OK?
Bye.
Pontus?
Sorry there.
- Is Wallander back? - I don't think so.
Check out what it says about Johan Rasmusson.
Please!
I'll turn around and go back.
OK, good. Bye. Thanks.
What?
Johan Rasmusson has done time for aggravated assault...
...on three separate occasions.
I think we should bring him in as soon as he gets home.
- Leave it tome. - Good.
If something's happened to her, as her boyfriend, he'll be a good bet.
Ex-boyfriend, according to him. He dumped her.
- We've just got his word for it. - Can you check something out here?
There isn't necessarily a connection, but there seems to be.
A guest book message saying they'd sound better without ragheads.
Does the media know anything about the disappearance?
No. But whoever wrote that, they know.
Martinsson, you go and bring in Rasmusson.
The message was written half an hour ago, right?
- And there's a concert tonight? - Yes.
Then we should be there. Do we have the search team out?
- Yes, they're out. - OK.
I suggest that we begin the search in this direction.
We're just here as a precautionary measure.
- Should I talk to the girls? - No, no. We'll do that.
You'll have to excuse me.
Listen, you chat with the girls and see what you can get out of them.
They're a little hard to get through to.
Is that so?
Hi, my name's Isabelle. I'm from the Ystad Police.
- Are you a policewoman? - So where's your uniform?
I haven't said anything to the police about you and Miranda.
- What? - I know you'd fallen out.
What do you know about that? You know nothing!
Sorry.
Could I have a few words with Lina?
Sure.
OK. Good.
Hi.
- Have you got any more news? - No, I'm sorry.
But I'd like to hear what you think...
...about her boyfriend Johan.
- Do you know him? - No.
I see.
They broke up recently, right?
Do you know why?
Because she wasn't in love with him.
So she was the one who broke up with him?
Yes.
Thanks.
I haven't been trashing Miranda.
Even if I might...
...have reason to do so.
Really? What kind of reason?
She screwed things up between me and my boyfriend, Johan.
- Is that Johan Rasmusson? - Yes.
Let's go and have a chat.
We were together for two years, and I was there for him so damn much.
- What do you mean? - Things have been tough for him.
I see. In what way?
He was a skinhead.
Before, I mean.
He was in a gang, and they could be pretty violent, you know.
But then he wanted out...
...and they were threatening him and stuff.
I helped him and let him hide out at my place.
Then Miranda came along and just took him.
Listen, thanks.
Thanks.
Lina?
Hi.
- How are things? - Fine.
- Can we talk a moment? - No, not now.
- It won't take long. - said no! I don't know anything else.
You'll have to excuse her.
She's taken it hard, all this with Miranda.
- Are they close friends? - They have been. On and off.
You know how it is.
Some are very fickle, and Miranda was the popular type...
...while Lina is a bit more sensitive and withdrawn.
- Hi. Sorry. - She's had things tough.
- Tough how? - With her upbringing and...
Her mom left her for a man that she...
So she's been very lonely.
Actually, we've got to get started.
Coming?
Listen, girls, are you ready to get yourselves lined up?
Hey, wait!
Hi. I'd just like to say thanks for the concert.
Thanks.
They've sounded better.
At times, we've been really, really good.
But I thought it sounded really, really good.
- No news about Miranda? - No, right. No news.
- Is it OK if I take this? - Sure.
Yes, hello?
We've got to go. Martinsson's arrested Johan Rasmusson.
I'll just... I'll be right there.
Be quick about it. We have to leave at once.
The others are waiting in the bus. We have to go now.
How was I to know he was a cop?
He wasn't wearing a uniform. He could've been anyone.
You don't think you've got a reason to be afraid of a cop?
No.
Despite three aggravated assault convictions?
That was two years ago. I'm done with all that now.
I've been speaking to someone who knows Miranda...
...who told me that she was the one who broke up with you.
Why did you lie about that?
- Should I repeat the question? - I don't know. Some macho shit, pride.
Was it her fucking father who said something, huh?
You said you didn't know her parents.
Another lie.
Her parents don't like me, OK?
- Why not? - They just don't.
Because you've been a racist?
- Or still are a racist, perhaps? - No! I'm done with all that, I said!
Miranda believes me, whatever her fucking father says.
Are you still in love with Miranda?
Yes.
OK.
It must've been hard for you...
...when she broke up with you.
Did you get mad?
You think that I flipped out and did something to her?
- So didn't you? - No!
I don't know where she is! Don't you understand I"m worried too?
Your old friends, what do they say about it?
- About what? - About you being with Miranda.
I don't give a shit.
I care about her. I don't care about them.
We found this on the choir's web site.
A message.
Do you recognize it? The guest book.
- Have they done something to Miranda? -“They"?
Shut the fuck up with your questions and give me an answer!
Have they done something? Hear me?
Just calm down!
If they've done something, I'll fucking kill them!
- Now just calm down, hear me? - Yes!
- Are you sitting calmly? - Yes.
Give me names and addresses.
- Say we keep him here. - Why?
He's lying.
He has a record for aggravated assault, and he clearly has problems with aggression.
- I think he's telling the truth. - How do you know that?
I think he loves Miranda.
And?
That was the line you were taking, right?
If he's in love with her, and she's dumped him...
But I don't think he's harmed her.
It's someone from his old racist gang, but we can check that out.
- Good, do that. But keep him here. - No.
- Listen... - I said no.
- Sorry? - This is my call, not yours.
- It's that damn important to you? - What is?
That you call the shots.
Right, I'm leaving.
- This isn't some day kennel, you know. - Sorry.
- Are you taking your dog? - Yes, I'm taking my dog.
Where did you put his leash?
- Here's the leash. - Thanks.
It's useful to have for the dog...
...when you take him with you.
- What is it? - You know.
What the fuck do you want?
- Where's Miranda? - She's not here!
- Give me the keys! - You can forget the fucking keys!
Miranda!
You stinking bastard, don't you touch them!
Fucking pig.
- What have you done with her? - Nothing.
What's that you're saying?
- What if it's you she's run away from? - What are you talking about?
Maybe she couldn't stand your sick fucking control needs.
- I know what's best for my daughter! - You think you own her too?
- But you do, right? - No, but at least I love her!
You know nothing about love, you fucking racist!
You fucking pig!
Good. Let's get out of here.
- Got any wine left? - Yeah, sure. A few drops.
It's just that I remember how it was with guys at that age.
If you were going out with someone...
...it was like you were their property, in some way.
And you went along with it?
I could even find it flattering...
...however sick that sounds.
It made me feel important.
That ownership need that guys have.
Guys?
Guys but not girls, right?
Not as often, at least.
Come on.
Don't start.
You can at least admit that men do more territory marking than women.
Territory marking, that's a different thing.
It's not at all different.
Territorialism, ownership: typical examples of primitive, male behavior.
OK, can you explain to me why male behavior is always described as “primitive”...
...while female behavior, in the same way, is described as “natural”...
...or some other finer word?
What's up with you? Are you angry?
No, not angry.
Frustrated.
I mean, maybe nothing's happened to her.
Maybe we're working on a case that doesn't exist.
But if something has happened, all statistics point to the boyfriend.
Don't give me that again. I don't give a shit about statistics.
And I think I don't give a shit anymore about this.
I shouldn't have come over.
She wasn't there.
God is punishing us.
Hello.
I just wanted to see if things are OK with you.
What things would be OK?
Tell me one thing that would be OK.
Lina.
- I understand that you're upset. - Don't touch me!
I don't want you to touch me with your disgusting fucking old hands!
OK.
You have to go higher.
Sopranos are higher.
Think low when you're going up high.
Hey! Can you tell Wallander that his dog needs a pee?
It's too low for the basses. You've got to go higher.
When?
When? Yes...
OK.
Listen, make sure no one goes home until we've been there to talk to them.
Good. We'll be right over.
Good. Bye.
- What's up? - Lina Martensson's gone missing.
Find out if anyone's seen anything and then come on in later.
Hi.
- This is Lina's friend. - Hi, "m Isabelle from the Ystad Police.
- How are you? - OK.
Id like to have the girls back today.
We've got a concert booked for tomorrow...
...but it'll be tough without Miranda and Lina.
Can I ask, have you got in touch with Lina's parents?
Her mother's not answering. I think she's abroad.
Hi.
Do you know if anything unusual happened last night?
She was depressed and worried about Miranda.
And I had a word with her.
I should have tried harder.
I'll never forgive myself if something's happened to her.
- You mean if she's harmed herself? - Yes.
It was parked right there. Around midnight.
- A dark green Volvo station wagon? - Metallic.
- You didn't happen to get the... - WLB 530.
Wiktor, Ludvig, Bertil.
530...
It looks like she's taken her things.
- Can ... - Of course.
This is Kurt Wallander. I can't take your call right now.
But please leave a message, and I'll call you back when I can.
Hi, it's me. I've got a withess who saw a car here late last night.
It's registered to a Thomas Hammar, here in Skivarp.
You're busy and not answering, so I"m checking it out.
But call me when you get this. Bye.
- Has something happened? - Yes, Lina Mdrtensson's gone missing.
Really?
I saw her talking to someone.
- When? - Late last night.
Right here outside.
OK. Wait here.
Can you come? I think we have something.
Hi. This man you saw, what did he look like?
- Can you describe him? - He was, what, 40, 45.
- OK. - He wore glasses.
Where the hell is she?
- Isabelle! - Where the hell's her car?
Hi, it's me. I've got a witness who saw a car here late last night.
Shit. She's driven over there.
It's registered to a Thomas Hammar, here in Skivarp.
The damn fool.
- I'm checking it out. - Steponit!
Hi, you're through to Isabelle. Leave your name...
Damn kid.
Shit.
Come on.
- Step on it, for Christ's sake. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hello?
Put the bat down!
Hands behind your back.
On your knees. On your knees!
- Are you all right? - It's OK. It's just the shoulder.
You... I want a word with you.
Stupid asshole!
- Where the fuck are they going? - I think you know.
- You've got no right to go into my house! - Shut up! Calm down!
Stupid asshole!
- Are you going to calm down? - My cat!
Hurry up! It's here!
Can you get this door open?
OK... Thank you.
Right, let's go.
Shit!
Shit, shit, shit!
Jesus, what...
I got a tip-off. Should I just have ignored it?
You're to do what you're told to do, I.e,, report to me.
- Giveitarest. - You giveitarest.
And forget about playing the hero.
Two are already missing. You could've been the third!
You fucking idiot.
- Who is he? - Thomas Hammar, unmarried, 46.
Night watchman. Born in Ystad.
- Any criminal record? - No, nothing.
- How did you find him? - It was Isabelle.
- I got a tip-off. - Well done.
Should we go through things before the interview?
In my office?
No, I'm not going to say that I overreacted.
No, no. Don't.
- Even if I did. - Yes, you did.
I got worried. Do you understand that?
- Yes, I understand. - OK.
Do you want to come along to the interview?
May 1?
Of course. Definitely.
OK, there was something you wanted to go through?
Yes. Where will you go from here?
You can try to squeeze more places out of him that he had access to.
- A garage, office. I don't know. - I get it.
- You want to give me advice? - No, I want to find the girls.
OK;, so let me do my damn job!
With luck, they're still alive somewhere.
And without luck?
Then I can get out of him what he's done.
Right. Are you going to stay calm now?
What the hell's all this about?
Sit here.
OK. The time is 16:23.
Commencing interview with Thomas Hammar.
Present: Isabelle Melin and Kurt Wallander.
Your car was parked outside Skivarp school last night.
- What were you doing there? - I've no idea what you're talking about.
A find!
7-0 from 2-9-10. Young woman's body found.
We have a witness who saw you.
You were talking to a young girl in the school yard just after midnight.
Yes. And I was just talking to her.
So you were there, outside the school?
Yes.
Excuse me. They've found a body.
Breaking off the interview with Thomas Hammar.
Isabelle Melin and Kurt Wallander are leaving the room.
Right. I'll take you back to your cell. You'll have to wait there.
Yeah, yeah. Jesus! Don't touch me!
All right? You can cope?
- Yes. - Good.
- How long has she been lying there? - I don't know.
But she's been dead for no more than 24 hours.
- How did she die? - A fall or a blow to the head.
No signs of sexual violence...
...but maybe forensics will find something.
- Max 24 hours. - Yes.
And she went missing 36 hours ago.
Exactly.
In that case, he kept her alive for 12 hours before killing her.
Possibly, yes.
And that means that Lina Martensson is still alive somewhere.
Yes.
But where?
Yes.
You're sure?
There can't be some mistake?
We'll need help with the formal identification.
Whois he?
Who's done this to my daughter?
We don't know yet.
But we'll do everything in our power to find out.
Was it him?
- Who? - You know who.
Him. That racist bastard.
- I'll Kill him with my own bare hands. - Calm down, Jacob.
- It's not him. - How can you be sure?
We've arrested someone else.
Oh, my God.
We'd appreciate it if you could get the girls together and send them home.
Of course.
- Preferably as soon as possible. - Of course.
- Just call us if you want something. - I'll do that.
Or if one of the girls needs someone to talk to.
Of course.
Well, that's all.
- Thanks. - Good-bye.
A missing girl, Lina Martensson...
I'll pray to Maria to protect her.
Are you ready?
Can one of you bastards explain to me what all this is about?
- What the hell is all this? - Calm down now.
Jesus, let go of me!
Do you know these girls?
- No. - You're lying.
- Why are you lying? - I'm not lying.
I knew one of them...
.18 years ago.
Lina.
She's my daughter.
But we haven't seen each other since she was three months old.
Why not?
Because I took off, OK?
- You didn't care? - What the hell do you know?
- You abandoned her? - Breaking off the interview.
Kurt Wallander and Isabelle Melin are leaving the room.
What the hell's up with you?
If he's abandoned a child, then he can damn well take being accused.
This is an interview, not a trial. And there's a difference.
- What's got into you? - Nothing's got into me!
Jesus, it's just that...
My dad got up and left too.
I just think that he's a total bastard.
- You've never mentioned that. - No.
What does it matter, anyway? Forget it. Go back in.
- Go back in. I'll be there. - Yes, yes.
I was 22 when Lina was born.
Just as young, or almost as young, as she is now.
Her mother was also young. We'd just met.
We hardly knew each other.
I stood it for three months.
Then panicked and just took off.
So fucking... spineless.
I've spent 18 years regretting what I did. Every single day.
It's the biggest mistake I've ever made in my entire life.
But sure, I've tried to make up for it.
But her mother refused, and that I can understand.
She said that Lina was happier without me.
So I stayed away for Lina's sake.
But you've tried to make contact with her, haven't you?
I didn't know it was illegal. Is it?
Is that why I'm here?
He doesn't even know she's missing.
- Has Lina reported me? - Unless he's one damn good actor, that is.
Was that why you were in the church?
Damn!
How did you try to get in touch with her?
I saw her in the paper and...
...that they were going to be singing here, and I thought...
“She can make her own mind up now if she wants to have contact with me or not.”
Because I wanted...
I wanted to explain to her...
But not to get her forgiveness, but just, well...
So I drove up there...
...and I thought I'd go up to her afterwards.
But...
- But what? - chickened out.
And then I saw her outside the school.
Alone.
OK. And what happened?
Well...
I walked over to her and...
Excuse me.
I suppose I asked her for the time or something. I can't remember.
And what was the time?
Around midnight or thereabouts, I think.
Did you see where she went then?
No.
No, I went and sat in my car and just sat there.
Well, her mother's right.
Who the hell would want a spineless little shit for a father?
Everything he says tallies. His fatherhood is registered.
18 years ago he lived in Helsingborg with a woman, Susanne Martensson.
- Has he got more kids? - No. Just a daughter.
- OK, then we'll have to let him go. - Yes.
So let's do it and press on.
Oh, yes.
I have to know. Did she report me?
No, no.
Lina Mértensson has been missing since last night.
“Missing”?
A girl from the same choir went missing a few days ago...
...so we're keeping a closer watch.
- Has something happened? - No, nothing's happened to Lina.
No, but the other girl?
Found dead. A few hours ago.
Was she... Was she murdered?
Yes, it would seem so.
We'll do all we can. You have my word.
I can help out with...
we"ll keep you informed. I promise.
Bye. See you at home.
Bye, Bea. Take care.
Take care, all of you.
- Is everyone on board? - Yes.
Then off you go.
See you soon, OK?
- I'm glad they're going home. - Yes.
So if there's anything else, you know...
Thanks, I'll manage.
I"ll just lock up.
So when can we get a helicopter here?
Can I have that file?
Yes, I know it'll be dark soon...
...but it'll get light in a few hours, and then you can continue searching.
Yes, good. Right, we'll leave it at that.
- Have you found anything? - Nothing, I'm afraid.
- And you? - No, nothing either.
- How did it go? - They're gone. No problem.
Good.
The choir leader was going to stay and lock up or something.
But the girls are on their way home all right.
Good.
- See you tomorrow. - Yep. Bye.
So... they've gone.
Should we take this off?
It's your own fault you're lying here. You know that, don't you?
Why did you have to come to my room?
We were so happy together...
...before she came along.
Weren't we?
You need me.
Everyone else has let you down. I've always been there for you.
You know that.
Right?
I'm not bad.
Do you hear me?
Baby...
Think about everything we've done together.
Everything.
There, there, there.
I love you. I love you so much.
You smell so good.
I'm older than you...
...but our love is greater than all that, isn't it?
Fuck!
Fuck you!
All of a sudden you're with that fucking Miranda all the time!
I just didn't exist.
After everything, everything I've done for you.
I didn't mean it to happen.
I promise.
What?
I also want everything to be good.
How?
We'll forget everything.
Everything?
I never meant to harm you.
Never.
Should we remove this?
Come here.
Hi.
How's it going?
It's not going at all.
This was in Lina's room.
Miranda had the other half.
Do you think they were in love?
Miranda and Lina?
- Would that be strange? - No, why would it be strange?
Love knows neither age nor sex.
Why did she stay to lock up?
Who?
She could've just got straight on the bus.
I hate you!
I didn't kill her.
She fell. It was an accident.
I locked her up. That's true.
She ran out and I ran after her.
She fell. It was an accident.
Do you hear what I'm telling you? I did it for us!
Did she also touch you?
Her hands aren't as disgusting as mine.
They weren't, were they?
Do you seriously think...
...that Miranda really cared about you?
Oh, when you'd just stand there admiring her...
...with your ridiculous, ridiculous smile...
...and she just went around fucking every guy she could behind your back.
You thought she loved you.
You should be grateful.
You should be so grateful.
I got rid of her for you.
Understand?
What are you going to do?
What choice do I have?
I have no choice.
It won't hurt. I promise. I'm going to help you.
- We have to do this. - No!
Look at me. We'll die together.
Kiss me.
Kiss me!
- Take it easy. - Don't come any closer!
We want to be left alone!
You don't want to harm her.
You don't know what I want!
Goon.
Do it.
Hi.
Are you OK?
OK... Let's go.
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