100 Code (2015) s01e09 Episode Script

When the soul is repressed it rebels.
If you think it you should do it, or resist your impulse and it poisons your soul.
There is nothing that is moral or immoral there is only that which fulfills you.
I'll tell you what you don't know.
That there are also flowers in Hell.
So L.
H.
sent this passport and credit cards for an Andrej Miroj to the dentist.
He's coordinating these killers like a relay race.
Before he sets the first killer in motion, he has them facilitate the resources of the second.
We have to go after him.
We need a fantasy, something that he can believe.
Whatever you write, make sure it's a monster that L.
H.
believes in.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day.
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore.
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.
Okay, who can tell me what it's about? Anybody? How about I will arise and go now? What does it mean? PJ? It means he wants to leave.
He don't like where he's at.
Very good.
He doesn't like where he is.
He thinks where he's going might be a better place, but what does he know in the core of his heart? Yes? Betrayal.
You look like shit.
Did you sleep? Like a baby.
Fuck you.
What do we got? Response.
Tell me more.
The first test, how he responds, everything.
Okay, who's telling me what to say? In your story, the one you wrote, what did you really think? What did I really think? What was the one thing you didn't put on the paper, the one thing you felt most ashamed of.
Gotta be real, gotta be honest.
What's in the darkest recesses of your mind? I don't think it anymore.
We know that, just say it.
It's okay.
No one in this room is going to judge you.
Okay.
The little girls.
They all had my mother's face.
Good, write it in.
Come on, come on.
Come on, come on.
Do I say yes? No, say no.
Say no, you hate the fact that you feel it.
You hate the fact that it's in your soul, and you wanna get rid of it.
Say that.
What do I say? Ask him not to go.
That's it.
We got him.
It's his move.
Fucker.
My good friend, how are you? It's my favorite day of the week.
What do you think? So business is good? A little slow.
But that's not an issue for good friends like us, right? Right.
Who's she? That's Sofia.
She's new.
She's better than you.
Maybe, but she's taken.
So make her untaken.
Sorry, can't do it.
Don't fuck with me, man.
If I say I can't do it, you know I can't.
What about the other one? That's my girlfriend.
She's also unavailable.
If you don't start helping me out, I'll raise your fee.
Where's my money? Hello? Hello? Take a photo, send to Josephine, and she if she can get a match from missing persons.
Any distinguishing marks? Well, aside from the incision marks on her ankles where she was drained of all the blood in her body? - All of it? - Pretty much.
Looks like he severed both of her posterior tibial veins.
Any other marks? Well, I'm not finished yet.
There's some scarring on her left hand.
Looks to be a couple of weeks old.
Probably a burn, if I had to guess.
Got it.
So, there's no sign of blood anywhere? He had to bleed her out somewhere else, brought her here, staged this for whatever his needs are, for whatever his mythology is, right? Yeah, it's weird to not be L.
H.
If we can work out the mythology, we can work out what's next.
What, do you got a foot fetish or something? It's infected.
He cleaned her after he bled her out.
He didn't wanna see the blood, so he puts her in a chair, puts the blood next to her like a glass of wine, like it's social.
- What? - The staging, they don't stage it unless it means something.
Like she's on a date.
I totally understand now what you see.
No, it's social.
Girl on a chair with a glass of wine, like she's on a date, like she's with somebody.
Yeah.
Who are you talking to? If you can't talk, we can try to come back later.
It would be better if you could talk to us now, though.
We wanna do everything that we can to catch the person or persons that did this to your daughter.
What do you want to know? Missing persons report was filed a month ago, then it was rescinded.
What happened? One night, she never came home.
We were worried.
Next night, she didn't come home again.
We called the police.
But then she came home.
She lived here.
Yes.
One week later, she came home.
Did she say where she'd been? She wouldn't talk about it.
She wanted to leave again, but I talked her into staying.
She was the most beautiful little girl.
What happens to people? There was a scar on her left hand, a burn.
The medical examiner said it was quite recent.
Do you know how that happened? No.
Yes, I did it to her, for what she was doing.
What she was becoming, it was sinful.
I held her hand over the burning stove to teach her a lesson.
Go search her room if you want.
- No.
- Yes.
She didn't like people to be in her room.
Yes, go search her room.
I don't want anyone in there.
Go search her room.
Tell me.
Tell me what you would have done with a girl like that.
She's gone now.
Are you happy? This is what you've done.
You did this.
You did this.
Check it out.
Oops.
Yeah.
Found her laptop.
Looks like she's been doing webcam shows.
Those are screenshots.
Doesn't look like it was done in this room.
No.
Let's get this to Phille.
Eklund? Toxicology came back on the red liquid at Sofia's crime scene.
- Blood? - Yeah, mostly, but also linseed oil.
It's commonly used as the main ingredient in artists' oil paint.
It's just a guess.
It's his mythology.
Keep a work of it.
They also found traces of benzo.
Are they running DNA checks in case it's not just Sofia's blood in that glass? - Yeah, of course.
- Alright.
- So, let us know.
- Yeah.
Mr.
Welling, can you help us with this thing? The computer belonged to a girl who was found dead this morning.
She was conducting adult live web shows.
We need to find out the last place she streamed from, alright? I'll give it a try.
The chair is made out of pine.
Could have been bought in any store, anywhere in the world.
I'm checking every database, but it's pretty generic.
Same with her dress, and there's no label to track.
Just a type of material, caftan.
Alright, what else? Deer.
- What? - Hunters, when they kill deer, sometimes they hang them upside down, to bleed them out.
That's what they probably did to her, so I was thinking that Yeah, so check the wooded area close to where they found the body.
- Josephine? - I'll work on it.
Yes, that's what I was thinking.
I found her login page for the website she used to post the cam show.
Shows us how often she logged in, how many shows she did, and she did a lot.
Alright, we need to know where, Phille.
Where she did those shows from.
I can't trace that from here.
I need to look at all the IP addresses that corresponds to her login.
- Is that doable? - I've tried Banhof.
- Who's Banhof? - Not who, what.
It's the biggest internet server in Sweden.
Good luck, though.
They pride themselves on protecting their users' anonymity and right to free speech.
Anybody have a connection to this place? I know someone who works there.
Where's the rest of it? It's 100 feet down.
It's a former civil defense bunker.
What does he do here? He's a security specialist.
This is my American colleague.
Detective Connley, NYPD.
So, you working on something.
We need access to a server that hosts a certain website for cam shows that we're investigating.
You want me to give you access.
That won't be a problem, right? You see, I'm not a cop anymore, so I can't do it, Michael.
Leaking that kind of information could cost me my job.
I can't afford for that to happen again.
You're a security guard.
What does it matter? I have serial knowledge what goes through those servers.
Nobody knows.
That's why people use this place.
They're promised anonymity and we ensure it.
Alright, so you have the records, but you're not prepared to share them with us because you're protecting the anonymity of scumbags and creeps.
Alright, hang on a second.
Are you worried about losing your job, - or are you not a cop anymore? - I'm quite busy, actually.
Oh, you're busy? We're trying to solve the murder of a young girl.
You used to be a cop.
I find this offensive - that you won't help us.
- Okay, that's it, stop it.
- Stop it.
- Fucking asshole.
I can't.
I'd be betraying the privacy oath I signed when I took this job.
These are the only people that would hire me.
It would be a lousy way to pay them back, don't you think? You deserve a smack, and someday, I'll give it to you.
- Oh, do it.
- Yeah? Yeah, that sounds like fun.
- He's a friend of yours? - Shut up.
He's a fucking asshole.
A guy like that wouldn't let a friend down unless he was hiding something.
He gave us three reasons as to why he wouldn't talk to us, and none of them rang true.
You gotta protect your friends, or the next girl who gets strung up like a slaughtered pig? Just leave it.
Yes.
Mr.
Solla? Mr.
Solla? Please, don't let my wife find out that I was here.
I hurt her enough.
- Do you wanna come into our office? - No, no, no.
I want to make this quick.
I knew my daughter was in trouble.
I thought it was drugs.
I heard her on the phone one night, talking to someone, and she said she would meet him.
I followed.
This is, This is the address.
When she got there, she greeted a man outside.
They went inside and and I followed.
It was a sex party, and the walls were covered in red silk.
They were all doing disgusting things, right out in the open.
I looked everywhere for Sofia, but I couldn't find her.
Early in the morning, the next day, she came home.
That's when I burned her hand over the stove.
I didn't know what to do to get through to her.
When did this happen? A month ago, on a Friday night.
Anything else you can think of that would be helpful? Last night, we saw her.
I heard her on the phone.
She said his name.
She called him Amir.
- Amir? - Yeah.
I wanted to stop her from going, but I was so disgusted about what I knew she was doing, so I just let her go.
I hope this helps you to find whoever killed my daughter.
It will help.
Thank you.
Let's check that address.
That's far enough.
Listen, I have a question before we talk business.
I don't like questions.
When you were recommended as someone I could do business with, that was a precondition.
Fuck, man.
I haven't heard from Sofia.
I'm worried about her.
If something happened to her and it comes back to me, it's bad.
This is bad for me, you understand? I'm concerned.
Don't be.
Why not? Because there are also flowers in hell.
What the fuck does that mean? Are you sure you want me to tell you, or would you prefer to set up another arrangement? Another arrangement? Yes, my client would like to do it again, same place for the same amount of money.
Come out of the shadows, man.
Let's talk.
Let's get to know one another.
Fuck, man, I've never even seen you.
And you think that's an accident? What about Sofia? Forget about Sofia.
Think about the new girl.
It would be lovely if she was as delicate as Sofia was.
You're thinking you don't want to do this anymore.
But I promise you you do.
I'll be in touch.
Thanks for meeting us.
Yeah, yeah.
Sure, Sure.
Anything for the Stockholm Police, and the NYPD, of course.
When was the last time you rented this place? It's been vacant for months now.
- How many months? - Six, at least.
Wow, place is a real shit hole.
You must lose a lot of money.
No, no, the boss loses.
I just manage and rent when there's a renter.
He's got lots of properties, so he'll be okay.
Oh, what do you got there? This was stapled to the wall.
What do you think about that? I never seen it before.
I didn't ask you if you've seen it, but you know what it is, right? You've been renting this place out, late night, making some money on the side? I have no idea what you're talking about.
Have you ever seen this girl? Uh, no.
We know she spent time at this property, then she was killed.
Oh, God.
Okay, I had nothing to do with those parties, nothing.
Parties? What parties? It was this man who came into my office one day.
He wanted to rent a vacant property just for one night.
He was willing to pay me cash, and he didn't want no contract, no, no paper trail or anything.
Well, he offered me 50,000 Swedish krona and all I had to do was let him in and then come back the next morning to lock everything up again, and come on, I got bills like everyone else.
It seemed harmless.
Yeah, it always does.
So, if we lock you up right now, what have you forgotten to tell us? I don't know anything else.
I don't even know his name.
How many times? Three in the last six months.
When's the next one? I don't know, he just shows up.
- I don't know when.
- What does he look like? Like an immigrant.
Skinny, brown eyes, always wears a suit.
He's very well spoken.
Oh, I took his money, which means that I stole from my boss.
Will you be arresting me for that? We will be, unless you call us if you ever hear from him again.
Make the call, or we're coming for you.
Okay, so where do we start looking? I have a guy in Bredang.
He owes me.
Wait.
Let's go.
That's our guy.
Yeah.
- Alright.
- Go.
- Hold on.
- Yeah, he made me.
He's running.
Out of the way, out of the way.
Cut him off.
Out of the way, out of the way.
Move, move, move.
Police officer.
You got him? Move, move, move.
Stay back, stay back.
Stay back.
Got him? Get up, get him up.
Get up.
Why you chasing me? Why are you running? I committed no crime.
Hey, what about the murder of Sofia Solla, huh? What about that? Here's what you did.
You call her up at her house, you spoke to her, her father overheard it.
She met you in an abandoned warehouse.
Her father followed her.
He saw you with her.
You cut incisions in her ankles and let her bleed out like an animal.
You don't like hearing what you did.
Look at this.
Maybe it'll bring back your memory.
I've done nothing wrong.
You have no right to ask me these questions.
Sofia was a friend of mine.
Whoever did this terrible thing to her was not me.
- Excuse me? - No, it's not him.
I've never seen that man before.
Alright, let me refresh your memory.
That guy's name is Amir.
He throws sex parties.
You're telling me that's not the guy you rented the warehouse to? That's not him.
He got to you, didn't he? Now, you either tell me that that is the guy you rented the warehouse to, or I will make your life a walking fucking nightmare.
Okay, you let go of me right now, or I will report you.
Let go of me right now.
Playthrough fantasy parties, right? I didn't know what a fantasy party was.
I had to look it up.
You recreate people's fantasies in a safe environment, but you didn't keep Sofia safe, did you? If you didn't kill her, tell us who did, and we'll make sure that you're protected.
Protected? You have no right to ask me these questions.
I've done nothing wrong.
He said I could do it again.
He said I could do it.
No, no.
No! It's a hyperlink.
What do I do? What happens if you open it? - A number of things.
- So what's the worst thing? He could get access to our servers, know everything we know.
But what if you don't answer, if you don't click it? Then he'll know Phille's not for real.
He'll make us.
That's not the real problem.
So what's the problem? If L.
H.
found the property manager first, then he's already made us.
Well, we got nothing to lose.
Click on it.
What is it? It's a splash page.
Preview to a site that isn't live yet.
- When's it go live? - No way to tell.
It's up to the admin, L.
H.
He's fucking with us.
- Oh, we don't know that.
- I know.
Look at that.
He's fucking with us.
- Ask him.
- Okay.
You'll all know.
Can this guy see us? He could.
Okay, shut it down.
- Shut the server down.
- No, come on.
Hey, you fucked up mother fucker.
- Hey, stop it.
- We're coming for you.
Jesus.
Shut the server down.