All language subtitles for The.Chestnut.Man.S02E05.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta

What did you tell Daniel?

Did you lure him with something?
Candy? Soda?

Did you have to use force?

Come on, Staal.

Had you met the kids?
Did you know their names?

You could learn so much from nature.

Do you go to the bog often?

A blackbird.

Come on, Staal.

It's socially monogamous.

It sings to attract a mate
to help raise its chicks

while mating with others.

Come on.

The chicks in the nest
might not be its own.

What's up?

Are you okay?

I'm working. What is it?

I'm just dropping off my PlayStation.

It was a lifesaver when my mom died.
So was working out five times a week.

Did Foldager send you?

No.

I just want to hear your side of it.

It's 4:00 p.m.

You see Daniel at the playground.

Who's that?

Thøger Staal, questioned by Naia's dad.

A 41-year-old truck driver

and family man from Skibby,

who only wants to talk about birds.

Birds?

He ends up confessing to sexually abusing
and killing three children.

The last boy, Daniel, was found in a bog.

Before Thøger hanged himself in his cell.

What does that have to do with our case?

I don't know yet,
but there's got to be a connection.

But isn't it an old case,
and a totally different kind of crime?

Yeah.

Do you have coffee?

I'm done talking until I see my lawyer.

I'll call him.

Counting to one, counting to two

The rooster doesn't wear socks or shoes

Counting to three and four is a breeze

Eggs become scrambled
If you give them a squeeze

HIDE AND SEEK

Hey, Aksel.

Sorry to bother you,
but we've got a few questions.

Can we come in for a moment?

We're in the middle of canceling
a bunch of subscriptions Naia had.

What's this about?

It's about the case you gave Naia
before she passed away.

Yeah, the hide-and-seek one.

Do you remember anything
about… a counting rhyme?

-No, I don't.
-Doesn't sound familiar?

Not right now.
If it's there, it will be in the files.

Thøger Staal knew that counting rhyme,
and he hummed it on a recording.

It was so many years ago.
She mentioned the game hide-and-seek--

There are overlaps between your case then
and our case now.

There's a clear link.
I just need to find--

-We don't know that.
-We do.

I need to find out who…

-What are you doing here?
-Just work stuff.

How's Johnny Margrethe doing?

He's good.

We let him fly around the living room.

Really? Jon will be glad to hear that.

Yeah. I think we're done here--

You can see him if you want.

I'd like that.

Looks like he's doing great.

This was my mom's old room.

You're coming tomorrow, right?

To the funeral? Of course.

What are you wearing?

I haven't thought about it.
Something dark, I guess.

And you?

Gunna and I bought
a black dress yesterday.

But?

I don't really like wearing it.

So don't.

Wear something that feels right.

It'll be a small funeral.

Mom wouldn't have wanted a big crowd.

No, she wouldn't have.

We bought tulips too.

-Her favorite flower.
-Yes.

-That sounds perfect.
-Yes.

-See you tomorrow, okay?
-Yes.

Call the archives
and ask them to pull up the case.

Do you know that Naia's
the reason I joined the police?

I'd helped some girls hack into college
to change their exam grades.

Then I got caught.

Naia was the officer who questioned me.

I remember she gave me an ultimatum.

If I didn't immediately sign up
for the police hacking contest,

she'd charge me
with a cybercrime on the spot.

Sounds like her.

Right?

Will you call the archives?

Hi, this is
Sandra Lindstrøm Jensen from NC3.

There's a case…

I don't think it's really sunk in
that it's over.

But I guess that's what helps me move on.

And today, I'm actually painting her room.

So…

Good to hear, Marie.

It's kind of nice that I'm on leave,

so I have time and energy to…

Yeah, to be there for my kids too.

They really need that.

So,

I'm looking forward

to being a family again.

Thor's picking up math books.
I promised to help before his midterms.

Oh, that's sweet of you.

-I'm good with numbers.
-Thanks.

-Shit! The short-haired one texted.
-Hi, honey.

-Hi, Mom.
-Who texted you?

One of Thor's Tinder crushes.

-Shut up.
-It's true.

Really? I didn't know
you were looking for a girlfriend.

I'm not.

Well, should we head out?

See you.

Will you be home for dinner?

No. We're having sushi.

See you later.

-See you.
-Take care.

What are we looking for?

No idea.

Something linking the '90s murders
to the stalking ones.

Forensic report on Staal's truck.

It had traces from all three kids.

The family's call logs.

Check for names you recognize.

None so far.

Witness interviews.

Evidence analysis and reconstruction
of the sequence of events.

-That's the last one.
-Yes. Thank you very much.

Staal's shed was out in the bog.

His wife didn't like going there.

That's why he brought the kids there.
To be alone with them.

He kept them locked in birdcages.

Oh my God.

What?

Look at this.

-He placed the bodies in nests.
-Just like with Zara Solak.

So the new killer
must be inspired by Thøger Staal.

How? That information
was never made public.

No.

So it must be someone who knew Staal
or someone who knew the case.

Oh my God.

-Looks great, doesn't it?
-Yeah.

Better than leaving it like a…

Mausoleum.

What's that?

Like a museum for the dead.

Okay.

What about your room, honey?

Anything missing to make it cozy?
Something you'd like?

I don't know.

Maybe some pillows.

-Pillows?
-Yeah.

We can look online together.

I'll make some tea.
I could do with a break.

Sure.

Just not… right now.

Aida's waiting.

Enjoy yourself.

-See you.
-Yeah, see you.

Love you!

Hey, sweetheart. How's your throat?

If it's still sore,
go see Evelyn and get some medicine.

And I told Aksel
that we need to finally meet Gunna,

so they might drop by tonight.

Text me if you want anything
in particular for dinner.

Okay. Love you.

Oh, I forgot to say
that I read your assignment on Europol.

It was amazing!

Love you.

Honey, work's crazy today,
and Sandra called in sick,

so could you grab milk, avocados,

and those round licorice candies
after school?

I'll transfer the money. I promise to get
some Insta shots of you on the street.

Even if it's raining.
Thanks, sweetie. Love you.

Honey, work's crazy today,
and Sandra called in sick,

so could you grab milk, avocados,

and those round licorice candies
after school?

I'll transfer the money. I promise to get
some Insta shots of you on the street.

Even if it's raining.

This is Lars Thulin's notebook.

Naia's dad.

Found something.

-A list of possible accomplices.
-Accomplices?

That's why he was obsessed with the case.
He was convinced an accomplice got away.

Who's first on the list?

Staal's wife, Angelika. 36. Polish.

Wait. Angelika.

-You have her?
-I think so.

No, can't be her.

She died 11 years ago.

Who else?

A strange neighbor is mentioned.

-Madsen?
-Yes. Winnie Madsen.

They bird-watched together.

Then it says "Bjarke." Who's that?

The teacher.
He found the mutilated cuckoo chick.

Right.

I should start heading back.

Already?

Foldager wants reports ASAP
so we can close the case.

Sorry about before.

DNA testing?
That wasn't a thing then, was it?

Aksel, hang on.
I'm putting you on speaker.

Go ahead.

Back then, they were ahead of us
with DNA testing in England.

We took five or six blood samples
from key people and sent them over.

What about the new victims' DNA?

Wait, I just saw something from England.

Do you know if those samples still exist?

No, but everything usable for the case
against Staal was compiled.

It was compiled for the prosecution.

Here. This is it.

Thanks, Aksel. Thanks for calling.

-No problem. Bye.
-Yeah, take care.

These are the sample printouts.

The Forensic Genetics Unit
has to compare them

to the new victims' DNA right now.

Give them here.

I'll drop them off before they close.

Tell them it's urgent.

Hi, Sandra.

Got the results?

What?

Did you order
a DNA analysis behind my back?

Yes, we did.

-There might be a match--
-Why are you wasting time on an old case?

Because there are similarities
to the current case.

I believe the killer confessed,
and the case was solved.

No. They never found out
who helped Staal gain the kids' trust,

who cleaned up after him,
or who removed Daniel's clothes.

-Daniel?
-The last victim.

Staal said he left the clothes
in his shed, but they weren't found.

So someone must have helped him.

Someone cleaned up after him.

An accomplice.
That's who we're looking for.

Peter Hougård's profile
is totally different.

He was desperate, lost his wife and kids,

and acted rashly and impulsively.

The real killer toys with the victims,
torturing and abusing them,

before killing them.

There's no way it's Peter Hougård.

I think Hess is onto something.

Thøger Staal knew the rhyme.

He placed the bodies in nests, like Solak.
It can't be a coincidence.

Let's say there are overlaps.

What's the link? The motive? Who did it?

I don't know yet, but that's what…

That's why we need Forensic Genetics.
They'll tell us if there's a match.

Let's do this properly, for God's sake.

Let's get a move on!

Hess, can we talk in my office?

Take a seat.

What's going on?

-Have they debriefed you?
-Not yet.

-Have you spoken to the psychologist?
-No, but I will. I promise.

I know you and Thulin were close.

Others lost a colleague too.

No, this has nothing to do with that.

I'm the only one here
trying to see this case through.

You're taking that leave.

Do you even care about…
turning over every stone?

-I care about the same thing as you--
-Great. Then let us dig into it--

The department's working at full capacity.

But I don't know where I stand with you.
I can't trust you.

I'm sorry I didn't get permission
to order that analysis.

I should've asked.
That was my mistake. I'm sorry.

Hess, listen up.

Here's the deal.

You're off the case.

I'm going to need your firearm.

See you at the funeral.

Can you talk?

Yeah. Just a second.

I'll go in here.

Foldager took me off the case,
but keep me posted.

Damn it, Hess. They'll fire me.

You have to. We can't stop now.

Fine. But what are you doing?

Heading to Skibby to talk to that teacher.

He was the first witness back then.

There's no time. We have a funeral.

We have to go now.

You're wearing that?

Hess says wear whatever you want.

…of international studies
and expert on Arctic security policy.

Forensic investigations
of the tragic incident

that unfolded days ago
at the Agency of Family Law,

where three officers and two civil--

-It looks beautiful.
-Yeah.

It feels a bit empty.

You could hang a hook

or put a nightstand there.

I think I'll rent it out
until the house sells.

What will the kids think?

I think they're fine with it.
They're at Michael and Louise's a lot.

You should see
what Louise gave Michael for his birthday.

It's…

Wow.

-They sure went to a photographer, huh?
-She doesn't have kids herself, so…

But she doesn't have
to play house with yours.

No, it's fine.

I guess it's just easier
for Michael to move on.

I should be able to now too.

They caught him. The case is closed.

I just don't feel it.

It takes time
to really process something like that.

Yeah. I just thought it'd feel different.

That it would be a relief.

I get that.

Marie, you have to try to let it go.

Yes, I know.
Should we look at your application?

Yes, please. It's right there.
I emailed it too.

First off, you need a more formal opening.

Drop "My name is Signe."
Use your last name.

All right.

And a few comma issues.

The teacher in you is kicking in.

-Yep. Out comes the red pen.
-Great.

Bjarke, someone's here for you.

Mark Hess, from the police.
I've got some questions about an old case.

It's regarding the murders that happened
around here in the early '90s.

-Do you remember those?
-Yeah. Everyone here does.

It got even worse
when we found out who the killer was.

His daughter was in my class.

Thea.

-Yeah?
-Poor girl.

She and her mother changed their names
and moved away.

-Okay.
-Understandably.

And her father, Thøger Staal?

What do you remember about him?

His friends, the people
he spent time with, his family?

Some people thought
he was part of a bigger network.

But…

Rumors flew around then
about a pedophile ring.

It poisoned the whole community.
Suddenly, everyone was accusing everyone.

But they were a pretty ordinary family.

His wife, Angelika, was a cleaner,
and Thøger was a truck driver.

It's hard to imagine him
being part of anything major.

That kids' counting rhyme…

"Counting to one, counting to two."
Does that mean anything to you?

Yeah. Everyone here knows it.

At least the ones
who went to this school. We still use it.

One more thing.

The day you found Daniel in the bog,
the police found something else.

A cuckoo chick.

You're mentioned in the report about it.

Right. Yeah, we found
a cuckoo chick out in the woods.

Any idea why it ended up like that?

No idea.
It must have been Thøger who did it.

Sorry, I've got a staff meeting.

He had a neighbor too. A bird-watcher.

Madsen?

She was the only one
who defended Staal to the end.

Until he confessed.

Does she still live nearby?

Yeah, though we mostly
see her husband these days.

She knew him best. You should talk to her.

Welcome.

-Welcome.
-Thanks.

-Welcome.
-Thanks.

Jytte! Here! Inside!

Winnie? Winnie Madsen?

Mark Hess, police.
I have questions about an old case.

You knew Thøger Staal?

-I've said all I'm going to say--
-There's been a development.

I need your help.

Thøger Staal. Where did you meet him?

At the bog.

We both liked birds.

I can't walk that far anymore,
but back then we'd get up early.

A few hours before work,
we'd have some coffee or a beer.

Then go bird-watching.

But if I'd known
what he was up to back then,

I'd have cut his dick off. Filthy bastard.

For years, people thought
he and I did it together.

They spat on Bam at the grocery store.

Nobody helped him hurt those kids.
Who the hell would've done that?

He was either trucking or stuffing birds.

What about his network?

Friends? Old classmates? Colleagues?

If someone did help him, who could it be?

There was no one.

-He didn't know anyone?
-Nope.

No, but…

I can save you some time if you want
to know what's really going on.

Go on.

Word got around town,

and, in the end,
I had to find the truth myself.

Everything points

to Thøger being part
of a global satanist conspiracy.

He was just a pawn in a much bigger game.

And do you know who's behind it?

Hillary Clinton.

I worked with your mother.
She was a wonderful human being.

Foldager.

I'm sure he's on his way.

…to say goodbye to Naia Thulin,
taken from us so suddenly.

We do this in gratitude to God
for the one who has departed,

in sorrow and pain over our loss,

and in faith that, one day,
God will make all things new

and bring us into his presence
and his glory,

saved by grace through Jesus Christ.

2,000 FRIENDS

WE MISS YOU

REST IN PEACE

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BABYSIT AT ROY'S

BABYSIT AT ROY'S, 32 OLDFUXVEJ

Signe?

Hey. I wondered if you--

Emma's ex was right.
She was seeing a married man.

What?

I found a card he wrote her.
I'm standing outside his house now.

Whose house? Where are you?

I remember dropping her off here once.

She said she was babysitting
two boys, apparently.

-Looks like kids still live here.
-Sorry, what--

There's kids' stuff inside.

You're outside his house now?

-What if they're home?
-Nobody's home.

Marie,

listen to me.

You can't just show up
at strangers' houses like that.

-Okay? You should go home now--
-Yeah, I know.

No, seriously, Marie.

Drive home right now.

Then I'll come over,
and you can tell me everything.

You're right.

When can you come over?

I have a DNA match.

Forensic Genetics checked
Thøger Staal's own DNA,

and it matches what they found
under Emma Holst's fingernails.

That's impossible.
He's been dead for 30 years.

Exactly. Which means our killer
has to be a close relative of his.

The DNA clearly shows it's a woman.

Then it has to be his daughter. Thea.

But she was eight years old back then.

-Good work.
-Where are you going?

To talk to Thea's teacher.

He must know something.

-I'm coming with you.
-No. I'll do this alone.

Call Foldager.

I'm in here.

That must be the guy she was seeing.

He lives in a house
in Northwest Copenhagen.

Roy Bohm-Møller. Born in 1977. Engineer.

I said that you have to let it go.

Two kids.

Married to Signe Bohm-Møller.

If only you had listened.

Subtitle translation by: Nicklas Rasmussen