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I suggested you'd be most suitable.

- But someone was better. - Maybe so, but...

you got the job.

- He dislikes me. - That's why you got the job.

Why not come too? We could stay at a hotel.

And what am I going to do while you work?

Well, case almost solved?

The bikers?

Not our main lead.

- When did you last get laid? - Shut up.

Before 1980?

- Isn't that Johnny Olsen? - You're right.

- Why not introduce him? - Come on, it's Johnny Olsen.

An old, alcoholic pub owner married to a lovely lady.

A guy moves into the basement. A real hunk.

Three months later she falls pregnant.

Can I still stay at the hotel?

Of course.

"Call Signe." Any idea who sent this?

- The redhead. - You gave her my number?

Kim could have made the drive.

Why not arrest Grue? He threatened the deceased.

There are other possibilities.

Do you always get into fights?

Do you always ask silly questions?

It's 19.07. You're under arrest.

- I'm always chief suspect. - It isn't you, then?

No.

- We have a problem. - Ingrid, right?

You're not handling this case well.

Don't forget, you're representing Unit One.

Your husband... He's been hit by a car.

If he's out of theatre, tell me what happened.

The DNA profile doesn't match Kim Boager Hansen.

They'll crucify her.

Request for Assistance A-21/99

Johnny Olsen.

"Golden Johnny."

Do you think he hangs around because of Gaby?

- Yes, she does seem to like him. - I guess she does.

Jealous?

No, I think he's a hunk but I'm not in love with him.

Well, he doesn't seem your type anyway.

- It's pussy night tonight! - I have to see my old man.

- To show him the insignia? - He'll be the first to see it.

- We should have dumped it. - Shut up.

Way to go!

Shit!

What the hell? Did you wet yourself?

Fischer.

Respect! A 12-gauge shotgun.

Grue Gorm Larsen, you're under arrest.

UNIT ONE

Episode 3

I want you to stay in for another 24 hours.

Your left pupil is sluggish.

- I can't stay. - You're seriously concussed.

Someone's eager to replace me at work, so I have to get back.

- Ingrid Dahl? - We'll celebrate later.

- Ingrid. - It's Gaby. How's it going?

Apparently it's not too bad.

- He wants to go home. - Got the driver yet?

I'll personally crucify him.

- Well? - Andersen's right.

- What? - They've arrested Grue

with a 12-gauge.

- Turn off the cleaner. - Johnny's helping out.

- When was it fired last? - Still checking.

Then how can you say Andersen's right?

The DNA wasn't Kim's.

How many 12-gauges are in Denmark?

- I don't know. - No...

- Does Ulf know? - No. Want me to tell him?

Tell him.

- Something wrong? - She never talks to me like that.

Could I have been wrong?

- Well... - Just say "no".

Yes... Sorry, no.

You could stay an extra day.

- I might finish early. - I have a lift.

You arrive with Ulf and you leave with Ulf.

I guess it doesn't mean anything.

Implying?

Gaby, I'm happy to be briefed. I understand, thanks.

I'm up to speed now, but she needed the nod...

from Ingrid.

How can you accept this?

Only one lead of investigation. Broaden the options...

Examine every angle. It's pre-school.

What if we hadn't found the gun?

You have to watch her!

- Don't you say hi any more? - Sorry, Kirsten.

You're the only bright light around here. Let's go.

Sure.

See you.

- Allow me. - Thanks.

Here you are.

And do make sure that guy Kim's released.

See you.

Kim will be held until I've talked to him.

What about "Trainers" and "Gumboots"?

What did you guys do yesterday?

- Right here. - Maybe.

Suddenly a car swung around the corner

and the rest is blank.

The car didn't stop. I think it's this model.

It's almost new and the numberplate starts with TK.

Good.

It's not much. There are lots of Audis.

A6, metallic grey, with a TK plate?

First registered in 1999 and it may be damaged.

It's probably already at an Audi workshop.

My people would find it in under an hour.

We've got other cases.

Call me when you find him. Hi, Gaby...

Anyway, I'll see myself out.

Call me when you're done.

Just send a fax. Sure. See you.

- Just leave, Mum. - No point in staying.

- Am I that horrible? - Well...

Okay. When you wake up tomorrow morning I'll be gone.

- But now it's time for a hug. - No way.

- I wish I'd been a man. - I'm glad you're not.

I can be a terrible person.

- What's wrong? - It's just the wound.

It's very itchy.

Like father, like son.

25 years ago I busted Luffe, his biker dad, for violence.

You're an old hand, eh?

He'd just had Grue. He was a very proud dad.

Our work is pointless.

In 25 years Fischer will be after Grue's son.

Fischer in 25 years? I can't imagine that.

"I'm a big, tough guy!

Interrogation of suspect 15:47, Monday November 15

"I'll never say anything."

You stand to do 16 years for this.

Let's try again. A blue Record, just like yours.

Seen at the crime scene. Where were you at the time?

A 12-gauge shotgun found in your car.

You'd threatened the victim.

And he owed you a lot of money too.

- It's only circumstantial. - Yes, but he'll go to jail.

Because people would love to set an example.

Allow me to explain this to you.

People are so fed up with bikers.

Your insignia, your "gang code".

That finger painting on your neck.

Is that a Christmas tree?

- 16 years is a bit... - I know he'll get 16.

A previous case only got twelve.

A less violent case.

They shot a man five times just because of money.

- 14, then. - 16!

- Want to bet? - No. It's a long time anyway.

Do you have a girlfriend?

Women don't like waiting.

I'd like to go back to my cell.

I met your dad the other day.

Luffe, a real biker of the old school.

He's proud of you but he didn't look well.

Is it cancer?

Where is it?

Is it lung cancer?

It would be sad if you didn't get to spend time together.

And you won't if you don't start talking.

- It wasn't me. - Sorry, once again?

I was in Copenhagen.

- In Copenhagen? - Doing what?

Why should I believe you?

Tell me.

I give up. I'm going home now.

I'll ask IP to proceed.

Let me tell you this...

It's going to be isolation and custody.

- Six months at least. - Hang on.

Friday night in Copenhagen a 12-gauge shotgun

was used by some skinny guy in a robbery.

He only nicked 5000 kroner. That's a paltry fine.

- Ring any bells? - Why continue?

He wasn't in Copenhagen. Look at him, he's lying.

I'm calling IP now. See you.

One case has lasted three weeks. Nonstop. We're tired.

A murder case too.

Anyway... Friday night in Copenhagen.

Did you go there?

Well...

If you don't talk, I can't do anything.

Can you recognise a shotgun... from a surveillance camera?

That's possible.

Let's talk.

Interrogation of Grue Larsen. 15 November 1999.

DI LaCour present.

- Was your shotgun used? - Yes.

That's how you got your insignia?

You told that guy to do the hold-up?

Yes.

Why? He didn't know the code? Or was it a debt?

- Did he owe money? - Yes.

Who did he owe money to?

Grue's shotgun isn't the murder weapon.

Grue, who was it? You have to give me a name.

If you don't start talking you're being kept in custody.

No saying goodbye to your dad.

Fair enough. Fine.

Grue's interrogation terminated. 15 November 1999.

- Leo. - Again?

Who did he owe?

Leo.

Leo? You're hanging with the big boys now?

Just wrap it up. We have a forensic report.

It's definitely not your shotgun used in the murder.

Damn.

You just dobbed in Leo?

Guess you just lost your insignia.

Wouldn't you say?

Horsens Police Station 08:15, Tuesday November 16

Good morning.

- Morning. - Look at that little one.

- A baby takes all your time. - It's no problem.

Morning.

I heard he's okay.

- I'm glad. - I need a court order.

To bug Jeanette's house and phone.

Absurd. The DNA test cleared Kim.

Not so.

Your lead, Grue, is out.

But Kim's still my main lead.

If we have to let him go, we need to listen in on them.

- Out of the question. - Really?

- Then use paragraph 783. - You've got a nerve.

I can't promise.

You've called Kirsten and IP. Please leave a message.

It's IP here. Is Ulf back?

Me, a truck driver? No.

- Where does he sleep? - He has two bunks.

I'll call later.

- How do you know? - Johnny showed me. Morning.

How sweet. Johnny's made coffee.

Morning.

You kick off, IP.

Ulf wants us to broaden our investigation.

Start again and look into new options.

- Ulf's right. - Really?

Officially. We'll have to let Kim go soon.

He'll keep quiet till then to avoid doing 16 years.

We'll keep grilling him but prepare for his release.

- Time for Plan B. - Yes?

We signal to everyone that we have no suspects.

Fischer and LaCour install the bugging devices.

Kim moves back into Jeanette's.

And they start chatting.

Okay.

Wasn't it a big, fat player

who scored a dodgy goal against Sweden in 1989-90?

Henrik Larsen?

No, Henrik Larsen could play! Jimmy...

- Wasn't it Johnny? - Olsen!

- What's with my car, Johnny? - An oil leak.

- Really? - You need a new oil filter.

Do you know someone who can fix it?

I guess so.

We loved your goal against Norway.

- An absolute classic. - Fantastic.

Okay.

- Crawler. I'll fix it. - Thanks.

- I never played Norway. - It wasn't you?

- Going home? - No, I need an oil filter.

Okay.

How's your eye?

Good.

Let me have a look.

Anyway...

- When do you finish work? - I never know.

A strong wind was blowing on Friday night.

So a 12-gauge could be heard within this area.

We have to talk to everyone.

What they might have seen, and so on.

We'll look for the shotgun in this area.

- Some say we have no clues. - Which is true.

I didn't say that.

We have to be open to new options.

No more. You're going to school.

But they're talking about us.

Can't I stay with you?

- What do you want? - Just to have a chat.

Shall we come back when you're alone?

Yes, thanks.

Not that I miss him, but Ulf hasn't called.

He hasn't been in his office all day.

- You called him? - Well...

Her dad's visiting.

- You could get 600. - What?

- For this house. - I'm not selling.

Sweetie, you're moving in with me.

That's not going to happen.

Who'll look after you?

- Kim. - Kim?

- He's going to jail. - He's innocent.

- Are you sure? - You know that.

You and Kim...

- Is it true? Is it? - Butt out, Dad.

- Tell me! - Yes.

Just like your mum.

That's why John wanted a blood test for Nikolaj.

To see if he was the father.

Wait until the cops hear about this.

They won't.

You're not calling anyone.

- But, sweetie... - Look at yourself.

Whose fault is all this shit?

Let's bring Kim over.

Fischer will interview him.

Have a look at my son.

His name's Victor. He's much better-looking than your son.

We thought he had colic, but he was okay.

Did Nikolaj have colic?

- She breast-fed him... - Forget it!

Why?

Everyone knows.

The blood test. You're the dad, and so on.

And to be quite frank,

if anyone treated my girlfriend and child that way...

five shots wouldn't be enough.

You'll be sentenced. Can't say you won't be.

But I promise, the prosecutor will be more lenient

if you tell us why you did it.

- What do you mean? - A reduced sentence.

Years off.

Come on.

Kim.

You'll feel better.

Kim's lawyer is here.

I told them, I'm done talking.

- But they keep asking. - Duly noted.

- You'll be out tomorrow. - No.

Kim's free to go now.

Hi.

- You told them about Nikolaj? - I didn't.

- I didn't talk to them. - No?

No. They wanted to talk without the kids around.

They never got back to me.

- They came here? - Yes.

And then Dad was here and I took out a knife

and he got really scared.

He raved on about us...

- And Nikolaj? - Yes.

They just got home.

I'm off to the shops. Will you help with the bags?

Sure.

I need money.

Why don't you get the empties from the garage?

Sure.

- Not very much. - No.

- Will they follow us too? - We'll soon know.

- Where are the kids? - At Dad's.

- I'm so happy you're back. - They have no proof at all.

- They tried to make me talk. - But you kept quiet.

What else?

I miss you.

I'm right here.

- You know what I mean. - I know a place.

Just got the local police report.

The owner of a pub in the forest believes

Kim and Jeppe visited the pub Friday night.

- They stopped for a drink? - Apparently.

- They tell us this now? - I asked that same question.

I doubt it will happen again.

- Do I call Fischer? - Yes, please.

Hi.

Okay.

Sure.

I'm just around the corner.

Look, Gaby.

Johnny promised me a new oil filter.

Ask him to bring it to the pub.

Or I won't make it back. Great. See you.

Interview at The Forest Pub 14:07, Tuesday November 16

- Well? - Easy, now.

I must be sure before I send someone to jail for 16 years.

But, let's see...

I'm sure it's them.

Friday night at 11 p.m. As the bartender left.

- No later? - No.

She always leaves at 11 p.m.

It was a quiet night. We had about seven customers.

They walk to the bar and order whisky.

We're not used to that.

- Then this guy... - That guy?

Yes, that guy.

He says "Next round's on me."

People just stare. Nobody's seen them before.

They don't really want to chat to anyone.

They just down their drinks, pay the bill,

plus a 100 kroner tip... and leave.

- Were they on something? - Not necessarily.

Their brains could have been affected similarly.

- By a murder? - Exactly.

- Do you serve lunch? - Sure.

Something light.

- Have you seen this guy? - Mummy's boy?

Horsens Fjord 15:03, Tuesday November 16

Hydrobia and Littorina.

We're 100% sure

this is the gun stolen from the house.

- Any prints? - Four days under water

with a lot of hungry snails all over the gun.

Hydrobia and Littorina.

The snails have devoured all fingerprints.

Who's wetting himself now?

Fuck it!

Why not call for backup? They attacked an officer.

What's the point?

They beat me up, go to jail and get their insignia back.

Not with my help.

And if anyone asks, I'll explain what happened.

Lucky I got there.

It was very good of you.

Why do you stick around here? The other truckies go home.

Don't worry.

Police work is fascinating.

But for soccer, I might have become a cop.

Really?

And what about Gaby?

Not sure... I don't really know her.

No...

Apparently she's got a boyfriend in Copenhagen.

Mind if I smoke?

Go ahead.

- They're back. - Thanks.

- Where should I move to? - I don't know.

I can't take it any more. People are talking.

I had nothing to do with it. You know that.

People still talk.

At the school and at the grocer's.

- It doesn't concern us. - It affects me and the kids.

Can't you move into a holiday cottage?

I don't know.

I'm picking up the kids. Be gone when I get back.

- What about my stuff? - Not my problem.

Shut up, bitch!

They've been together for hours and they act like this.

Should we continue?

Great stuff for the defence.

- They'll use excerpts in court. - Let's chance it.

Unit One.

Hang on.

Ingrid! It's Ulf.

Hang on.

IP here.

Hi.

Did you get home safely?

Oh, well.

So, nothing special? Sure.

Ingrid's here. See you.

Hi.

Everything's fine.

We'll continue monitoring.

Nothing new.

But we found the shotgun in the fjord.

Four days.

Yes, I know.

We've got a witness now.

A pub owner saw them shortly after the murder.

Their alibi's gone.

And Jeppe will be back from Gran Canaria tomorrow.

Fine.

See you.

Hi.

Ingrid asked if I wanted to go out,

but I said I had a date.

Do I?

Sorry, I have to leave. I have some new clients.

Call me when you want picking up.

Why did that Johnny guy leave so suddenly?

What do you mean?

Honestly, can you see me in trucker boots and a cap,

driving through Europe with Johnny?

He's not my type.

I thought that about S�ren.

- I'm going to bed. - I'm not tired.

- Got a sleeping-pill? - Only my personal one

and he's mine.

Hi, honey.

- Still getting headaches? - Some.

They're still after the guy. Tobias was interviewed.

He'll tell you himself.

How about you?

We're not really getting anywhere.

He wants to talk to you.

- Hi, Mum. - Hi.

The police wanted to know if I recognised the car model.

- And you did? - Sure.

Only 23 answer the description.

- Very good. - We'll get him, Mum.

- Sleep well. - Sleep well, my dear.

- I miss you. - Sleep well.

- Where were you? - At Lise's.

We had too much to drink. And today has been very busy.

- And you're still at work? - Yes.

Careful. She'll get the credit.

Well... I was on my way to bed.

Sleep well.

Sleep well.

Do you mind leaving?

Thanks.

Billund Airport 14:16, Wednesday November 17

Jeppe? Jeppe Stenstrup?

Yes?

Do you mind if we have a chat?

Good trip?

- Been to Spain, Fischer? - No, I'd be too afraid.

Look. Did you get hurt in Spain?

That cut is more than a week old.

- Last week? - Around 2 o'clock?

- Must be from... - A smashed window in Hansted.

Interrogation of suspect 15:15, Wednesday November 17

What's happening?

I'm sure you know.

I don't know anything.

Did you have a nice holiday?

No.

I'm sure you didn't.

It was terrible.

It's not nice for a young man to relive it over and over.

It's time for a blood test.

Blood test? Forget it!

- It's my call. - No, it isn't.

It's 15.17. You're charged with the murder of John Poulsen.

You're not obliged to say anything.

We have the right to take blood.

Okay.

He's ready.

Jeppe, pull up your sleeve.

Hansen.

I've found traces of mud.

- Milk and sugar? - Thanks.

The blood sample will show if you stole the weapon.

And it's 100% accurate.

If you confess, the judge might go easy.

November 17. Interrogation of Jeppe Stenstrup.

The time is 15.23. It's 1999.

IP J�rgensen present.

Did Kim make you steal the weapon?

Jeppe, listen to me.

I'm your only friend now. Do you understand?

I'm writing the report.

Did Kim tell you to steal the weapon?

No.

It was John.

The deceased? John Poulsen?

Yes. He asked me to get him a gun.

- I knew where to get one. - Why did he want it?

The blood test was doing his head in.

He wanted to kill Jeanette if he wasn't the father.

- Did you tell Kim? - No.

John promised me 10,000 kroner to do it.

Did Kim help you get the weapon?

No, he was at the cafe next door.

He didn't even notice I'd gone.

What happened next?

Well...

We're at my mum's. And we need more booze.

I tell Kim that...

I have a job to attend to in Husodde.

And if he'd mind driving me.

I've got a boat there.

I cross the fjord

to where the gun is hidden.

Then John arrives, like we'd agreed.

But...

Kim is...

He's my best mate, right?

And he loves Jeanette... Like, for real.

So...

You shoot him?

Yes.

- I shoot him. - And then?

I go back.

- And Kim? - He's waiting for me.

Do you tell him?

No.

Not until we're at the pub.

Jeanette is his alone now.

He wasn't even happy.

Interrogation terminated at 15.27.

- Congratulations. - For what?

I'll congratulate you, then. Your boss wouldn't accept it.

Ingrid.

Ingrid! Listen to this.

It's a tape from last night.

Recorded at 02.15.

- Mum... - Hmm?

Can I sleep here?

Forward it two minutes.

- Mum? - Yes?

Where's Dad now?

I don't know. Go to sleep.

Why can't I tell anyone that it was Kim who called?

- Are you angry? - That's all.

It's plenty.

You're a darling.

- Let's pick up Kim. - But Jeppe's confessed.

He says Kim never touched the weapon.

His prints were on it.

But what about... the snails?

Part of the gunstock was free from snails.

Arrested at deceased's home 17:14, Wednesday November 17

Interrogation of Kim Boager Hansen,

charged with murdering John Poulsen.

It's 19.37.

Present are Kim and Chief of Homicide Ingrid Dahl.

Where were you Friday night?

- I was in rhus. - We found your fingerprints

on the murder weapon.

I want my lawyer present.

The time is 19.38, we'll take a short break.

I've got enough evidence to nail you, Jeppe and Jeanette.

Jeanette too!

You will only see the kids for 30 minutes each week.

It's foster-parents or a children's home for them.

The judge might go gently on Jeanette.

Maybe eight years.

Nikolaj will be ten then.

I don't care about Jeanette, but I feel sorry for the kids.

You decide.

A confession from you and Jeanette's left out.

Want me to start the recorder?

It's 19.41. Interrogation resumed.

You killed John because he wanted Jeanette killed.

I can't hear you.

Yes.

It had to look like a burglary so he could get her life insurance.

The first thing Jeppe did was to tell me about it.

I didn't really have a choice.

I told Jeppe to accept the job and...

later that night I called John

to say I had a large quantity of illegal booze

and did he want it?

Of course he did.

He picks me up.

And we drive to the forest.

I get out first.

The first shot almost hits me.

Police reconstruction

The second hits John's leg and he falls.

He starts screaming.

Jeppe can't do it.

So I run...

and grab the cartridges.

I unload,

reload...

and then I shoot him.

I move closer.

And shoot him again.

You reload one more time

and fire the fifth shot

at close range.

I don't remember.

Isn't it enough?

Sure.

Interrogation terminated.

- Hi, Camilla. - Hi.

- Home from school? - Yes.

- What did you do today? - Lots.

All sorts of stuff. We have different classes...

Hi, honey.

- Hi, Mum. - Hi.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Look after your mum.

Kim Boager Hansen was sentenced to twelve years in prison.

Kim Boager Hansen was sentenced to twelve years in prison. Jeppe Stenstrup was sentenced to eight years in prison.

Kim Boager Hansen was sentenced to twelve years in prison. Jeppe Stenstrup was sentenced to eight years in prison. No charge was laid against Jeanette Kirstine Poulsen.