Fallet G Page #2

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Maybe a few years older...

...or maybe he just drank more.

He chain-smoked.

Inside...

Bloody hell...

There he is... Maarten Veerlangen.

- Why is he on record?

- He's been a police officer.

Munster here, we have an apparent

suicide at Wacherstraat 34.

What were you doing

over at Hennan's house?

Was working.

- Who was your client?

- Hennan.

- What did he want?

- worked for Mrs. Hennan.

The one who died. She wanted me to

shadow him, so was on his tail 24-7.

Why did he do it?

- How long had you been doing that?

- Since last Friday.

Do you know anything about it?

- Was he cheating on her?

- Not that could tell.

Did you tell him

you were questioned by the police?

Then why would she

want someone to tail him?

Did he tell you the police were here?

Did he mention a man

by the name of Van Veeteren? Did he?

She didn't say. But she paid me well

enough, so didn't ask, either.

- Don't understand a thing.

- That's enough. Your timing is off.

did get the impression

that she was afraid of him, though.

Afraid?

- Have to know!

- Later. Back off for now.

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?

Report to me.

want to hear every last detail

- No.

- Thanks.

You're welcome...

First, he popped a couple of Imovans.

The house is squeaky clean. The only

prints are from G and his wife.

Then he poured himself a large whisky.

So, there was evidence

that had to be hidden.

Then he neatly slit his wrists

with a razor blade. Lengthwise.

Take a closer look at the bathroom.

According to the post-mortem,

he was dead within 15 minutes.

Go back there.

Hennan has been married before,

to a woman named Clarissa,

- Did he leave any sort of message?

- No.

who disappeared on a hike in Denver

and was declared dead.

- No explanation at all?

- No, there wasn't a trace of one.

Hennan cashed in 400,000 dollars

in life insurance.

He took his secret with him to hell.

Damn him!

- Was there an inquiry?

- The case was dismissed.

ll would have been better

if had killed him myself.

They never found her.

- Are you drunk?

- Of course.

- And his wife?

- She's still in shock.

But she insists that she didn't

tell her husband anything.

- Found anything?

- Drain cleaner. Ever use it?

Yes, on occasion...

He recognised me, could tell.

Someone's done a very thorough

cleaning job. It's spotless.

Tried to provoke him, make him

nervous, make him slip up...

The gases created by the drain cleaner

will corrode aluminium parts

Maybe that's why he killed himself.

Unless the metal

is protected by grease

just can't figure out

if he was a coward...

like from fingerprints...

...or if this

was the best he could do.

It doesn't matter if you wipe it off,

the print is etched into the metal.

So... what do you think?

- 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?

It was a confession.

Barbara, the wife in America,

and God knows how many others...

Give me a few hours.

And we'll never know why.

It wouldn't surprise me if he knew...

This place

is as sanitized as a hospital.

...That was waiting out front

when he slit his wrists.

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,

Good night.

Or the people

you lease the house from.

But...

- 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.

I'd like to apologise

for my behaviour yesterday.

Jaan G. Hennan plans to kill his wife

Do you really believe your husband

would commit suicide

and he's confident

he will pull it off.

Without leaving some kind

of explanation behind?

Barbara senses something and hires

Veerlangen, a private detective,

Do you think you could talk to me?

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.

- Would you like some?

- No, thank you. I'm driving.

However, this would entail

the use of an accomplice.

We couldn't get a match

for the print we found.

Realise that we do not share

the same picture of Frank Kellerman.

From the shower? What we need

is a print from the diving platform.

But still...

The entire house was scrubbed down,

want to know who did it.

Both of us want answers, so maybe

we could put our heads together?

Munster, bring Veerlangen in

and show him our photos.

Right now have

no idea who my husband was.

- Need to go home, Synn has...

- Check the phone records.

I'm convinced that the man knew...

wouldn't have considered suicide.

The home number and Hennan's mobile.

Did you know him so well?

And put him under surveillance.

Around the clock.

In my line of work,

you learn to see through people.

Have a pleasant evening.

What's his problem?

Are you certain

that you didn't tell him

The girl you're seeing...

about your encounter with the police?

- What's her name?

- Silje.

- Yes.

- Why didn't you?

Is it serious?

Couldn't. was...

guess didn't want him...

Did you meet her at the university?

What does she do?

Maybe didn't want to know.

She works in a store,

a convenience store.

See.

- And he didn't tell you came here?

- No.

Could we order something to drink?

I'm convinced that he recognised me,

and that he knew I'd recognised him.

- How's your mother doing?

- Fine...

Well...

- Is that it?

- She's doing great.

If this is really true,

I'd like to order two beers,

one vodka, a double...

if he actually was someone else...

- Or shall we have two vodkas?

- Beer is fine for me.

Yes?

- Have you made your mind up?

- No...

- How's school going?

- All right...

understand

that it's difficult to accept

that Jaan changed his identity

in order to leave his past behind...

Sony, what subject are you taking...?

Dad, you're not working right now.

Jaan.

I'm just interested

in what's going on in your life.

Jaan G. Hennan.

- Erich...

- Let's just eat.

- don't understand...

- Barbara.

- Why do we have to get all heavy?

- Heavy?

Barbara...

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