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I got the call while I was at my elderly mother's.

He wore a hood and cut the phone line.

The victim was an old woman living alone.

I didn't do anything. I was so afraid.

- Why do you think he hit you? - He said old women loved...

He used a very bad word.

Helene Fenger, psychologist. Specialist profiler.

- Who's the postman? - He lives with his mum.

He fits. Introverted, no social contacts...

You're not only gutless, you're stupid.

I was devastated about what happened.

- Me too. - LaCour, I'm so curious.

- What's with you and Helene? - We lived together.

May I come in?

- He mustn't know we've spoken. - Who is he?

The postman.

Anders... Your mother died this morning.

Did you see they've found him? Per the postman...

He's always worried me.

She died of shame!

Come on.

Yes.

Neither DNA nor tape matched.

Forget about Per, then.

He's still out there.

Request for Assistance A-19/00

- You're on the front page again. - Great! Tobias, you'll be late!

"When will the sex maniac turn on me?"

That's the question asked by old women in the area.

Please.

Listen to this. This is too disgusting.

Firstly... He takes out her dentures.

- Whose dentures? - Nobody's. Got your books?

- I'll get them later. - Now! Or you'll forget them.

- Get rid of the paper. - This is so gross.

- No wonder they're afraid. - He won't do it again.

How do you know?

Because he wouldn't dare as long as we're there.

And we're staying until we get him.

Can I help you?

The soccer club newsletter. I didn't know where to put it.

- The letterbox is just there. - Oh, yes.

- You're Ole, aren't you? - Yes.

- How's your mum? - Better than she thinks.

- In a nursing home? - She thinks she's dying.

It can happen so quickly. Just look at poor Asta.

Tragic.

My son doesn't like me living here alone.

But just now the garden is so overgrown.

- Your garden's lovely. - Yes.

- I'm off. - Say hi.

- I will. - I'll take that.

UNIT ONE

Episode 9

- IP. - Hi, it's Kirsten.

- Are you coming by soon? - I'm going to Udby.

- Anything special? - Just some mail.

Put it aside. Or give it to Ulf to pass on.

- I'm not seeing Ulf at present. - Oh?

I know you called Lise to check on me.

You told me you'd moved in with her.

I've been filming. It was arranged ages ago.

- Well, I'm sorry. - I'm moving in with Lise now.

So you won't run into me.

I'll leave the mail here. Take care.

Good morning.

- Thanks for dinner. - You're welcome.

- I've heard a rumour. - No wonder.

- You're testing men's DNA. - Oh?

Any bites?

Your front-page article was impressive.

I knew you'd like it.

Once again you've managed to depict us as nincompoops.

Perhaps you should be a bit more forthcoming with information?

You did well out of me.

- Did it cause you problems? - They've moved me to traffic.

Are you staying in town?

- Perhaps. - My shout for dinner.

- I wouldn't dare. - You wimp.

Maj-Britt?

- Where have you been? - Delivering newsletters.

- Did you see Johnny Olsen? - No.

- No harm in asking. - Maj-Britt...

The man's been a professional. Would he attend a boys' game?

- Are you going like that? - I'm not coming.

- We hardly knew her. - Of course you're going.

Come on.

Scared 77-year-old. "Find my attacker."

Did you see this?

I wish I could catch him.

- I'd cut his balls off. - Sure you would.

Good morning.

Holb�k Police Station 11.05, Tuesday May 9

Let's get going.

We've now taken blood from every single man in Udby.

All tested negative. There are two possibilities.

Either our profile is wrong or our man is not from Udby.

I still believe the profile, so why not widen the area?

Let's test every single man in Denmark.

- And Greenland... - Pardon?

It's a bad idea to widen the field.

I agree. I still think we'll find him around Udby.

With respect, he speaks like a local.

The dialects here are very similar.

He went straight to Asta's bed, which wasn't in her bedroom.

- Did he follow the sound? - Sound?

Perhaps she was snoring?

Any news on the tape he bound her with?

The local grocer sold one roll.

He doesn't know who to. And no record.

- How far back did you go? - One month.

Then go back two months. That's yours, Gaby.

- Fischer, see Mrs Winther again. - Why should Fischer do that?

Because he wants to find out about anything new.

And because he's out of ideas.

You... You read the papers.

She's making it up. Now his face is painted white!

She told us about the dentures.

It's a waste of time. She's either right or crazy.

You'll be on her wavelength, then.

LaCour?

- I'm following the local angle. - Bye.

- Was it always like that? - What?

- You both having to win. - I forget.

That must have been annoying.

- Don't remember? - No.

- I have to tell you something. - Okay.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

I'm afraid Knudsen once tongue-kissed Helene.

- No way. - I'm afraid so.

Look at all the signals.

They walk down the stairs, him with his arm around her...

You're all welcome back to our house.

- My condolences, Anders. - Thank you.

If convenient, may I drop by later?

Any new developments?

I need a list of visitors to your mother's.

Relatives, tradespeople, and anyone else you can recall.

- But Mum didn't know him. - Or she didn't recognise him.

Is that all you've got?

Hello.

I'll write that list.

They'll never find him.

Interview of previous victim 12.20, Tuesday May 9

You play soccer?

No...

My daughter's son does. I just support the club.

Nice.

- It's freshly brewed. - Sounds good.

- You're sharply dressed. - Thanks.

- Expecting guests? - People drive past.

- It's the fourth time today. - I see.

- Is it the same car? - No, but they all stare in here.

You're famous now. You've been in the papers...

- It's not at all pleasant. - No, I appreciate that.

That was a nice cup of coffee. Good and strong.

- You say his face was white? - Yes.

So I don't know how to describe him.

Hanne, how could you see that when he was wearing a hood?

There were holes for the eyes.

He looked like Death.

Death?

That's what he looked like to me.

Anything else you've thought of?

I told you, he delivered the post.

We've been through that.

It's not your postman. We've checked.

He brought the post.

Yes. Okay, he delivered the post.

We'll look into it. Thanks for the tip-off.

A young housewife who suspects her uncle.

He once rejected her. He likes mature ladies.

- Give me something uplifting. - Uplifting?

Thinking back, Hanne Winther recognised her rapist.

- Yes? - He delivered the post.

I checked if the post office used a temp that day.

- Did they? - Yes, a woman of 40.

- And what about the white face? - Moonlight perhaps?

He looked like Death. Our man can use that next time.

No next time...

- Did you get the list? - No new names.

Asta kept mostly to herself.

Well...

Yes.

I wish I could just drive around Europe like Johnny boy.

Where is he now? Verona?

- Or what? Hello... - I heard you.

Whose window is he creeping out of now?

Here's one.

Someone paid for some tape by credit card.

- Do they have a name? - Ole Toft Hansen.

- The home guard? - On your list?

Yes. I met him at the funeral. He was a pallbearer.

Check it.

Interview of suspect 15.30, Tuesday May 9

- Hi, again. - Hello.

- May we disturb you a moment? - Yes, of course.

It's the police.

- Maj-Britt. - LaCour.

- Maj-Britt. - Fischer.

Sit down if you can find a place in all this mess.

We were wondering why you'd left us out.

You've seen everyone else.

On March 26 you bought a roll of brown tape.

- Did I? - And you paid by credit card.

- Could we see the tape? - What's this about?

We're trying to trace some tape we've found.

- It's not from here. - It's a process of elimination.

- Find it, Ole. - Where?

In the cupboard?

A cup of coffee?

I've just had one.

- Hi, darling. - Hi, Mum.

This is the police. We're helping them.

- No luck? - No.

- What's missing? - Go to your room.

- Do it. - Don't snap at him.

- Sorry... - He never does what he's told.

- Is it in the workshop? - I don't know.

- Go and look. - Yes.

- May I come along? - Of course.

This is my little den, for when the noise gets to me.

Thanks for helping Anders.

Imagine if Per had been hurt!

Will he move away now?

His reputation in this town is ruined. Well...

I wonder where it could be.

- What did you do Friday? - You're asking everybody?

- More or less. - I was at home.

Until around 9 p.m. When I went to see my mum.

I was back here around midnight.

Well...

Do you remember what you did Friday evening?

Friday evening? We were here.

- The whole family? - Yes.

Ole visited his mum. She was feeling poorly.

It's usually a false alarm.

Ah! Here's the tape.

- It's new. - Want it?

No need.

The papers said he'd used white make-up on his face.

- Is that true? - I don't know.

- That's really sick. - You could say that.

Well, talking of Helene...

You could spoil Knudsen's game. You're just as good-looking.

- What are you saying? - You should try...

- What? - Well...

- Your thinking is primitive. - Yes.

Get enough sex and life has no deeper meaning?

- Not all of us fear solitude. - No.

But doing it alone gets boring.

Don't project your problems onto me.

Okay, you've learned something from that psychologist.

Ulf's here.

- What else? - Just the tape.

- Oh. The foot soldiers. - Hi, there.

- What did Ole's mum say? - He has an alibi.

Wives protect their husbands. Mothers their sons.

Thank you.

- Drawn another blank? - Blank?

You could call it that.

The tape's still our best clue.

We must go public and tell them what we're looking for.

We want to know who sold that kind of tape. Anywhere.

That's a good idea. Is that something for IP?

I need both you and Fischer in Copenhagen.

Why?

That trial is coming up and we're behind with our case.

I'm not writing up the case.

I asked Fischer to write a detailed report.

He wrote three lines.

I don't know about that case. I'm not writing it up.

- I'm facing facts. - In this town

a sick man is just waiting for us to give up.

But the trail's gone cold.

You've driven him underground.

- I want that psychopath. - So do I.

IP, Gaby and LaCour will of course continue.

If I'm leaving this case, give me a direct order.

Why are you always so tight-arsed?

Ulf. I want it in writing.

Sorry.

If you don't break through within 24 hours...

we must reconsider, is that clear?

You're in my seat.

- You look nice today. - You don't mean that.

You do look nice.

But do I get a kiss?

Was that a kiss?

Now, now... You naughty boy.

There's nothing to laugh about.

- The lady across the hall died. - Really?

- They'll carry me out next. - You're strong.

You only say that to avoid visiting me.

But I'm here now.

- And I was here on Friday. - The police asked me that.

- Oh? What did you say? - That we were watching TV.

- What else? - And that you fell asleep?

You always say that. I never sleep when you're here.

- I'm teasing you. - That's so easy.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Next up, The Bodyguard...

- Do you want to watch this? - Yes, that's fine.

- Why are they asking questions? - They're asking everybody.

- You're not involved? - Everybody, I said.

- Now you're angry. - No.

- Mr Snappy. - No.

Say sorry.

Sorry, Mum.

Sorry.

Now I know my little Ole again.

And his lovely warm hands.

IP.

We have to talk. This can't go on.

Your affair with my wife?

- Don't make it more difficult. - Am I?

We have to work together.

This situation is very hard on me too.

I'm sorry to hear it.

These things happen without anyone wishing it.

I apologise for being a bit tired.

I've had to deal with someone else's sexual urges all day.

Pardon?

- There you are. - Hi, boss.

- The same table as last time? - Okay.

I've ordered the prawns.

For how long has your wife been seeing your boss?

- But perhaps that was not it? - Well...

- Will I read about this too? - No, that would be too trite.

Yes.

Of course.

- I'm sorry for using you before. - I don't mind that at all.

I see. I feel a lot safer when you pump me for news.

Let's start, then.

Ingrid wanted us to ask around about a certain kind of tape.

- You're to give me the details. - She said that?

What sort of tape is it? Did he use it the last time?

Yes.

This man knows how to widen his repertoire.

You bag! You bitch! You cow!

Thanks for a lovely evening.

- I'll see you in. - No need.

It gives Ruth time to do the dishes.

- Did you forget to lock the door? - No.

Look!

I locked it and took the key like you told me to.

What the hell?

- Is anything missing? - No, nothing.

Everything is as usual.

Disconnected!

Knudsen here.

He's tried again.

- Don't worry, nothing happened. - Thank God.

Absolutely. I'm coming.

The same man?

Nothing happened. Her son was there.

Yes, but he tried.

- I'm off, Mum. - Already?

The film's finished.

- It was good. - Yes, it's a good film.

I'm tired now. Thanks for coming.

What key is that?

- That's enough. - I don't know it.

You've got something here. Was she happy today?

She won't be happy until I'm with her full-time.

Good night.

Hi, there.

- I've been driving all night. - I'm sorry.

Nice to see you.

I'll have to run.

- Breakfast? - Something came up.

- What? - Work.

I've had a hard-on since Hamburg.

Gracious!

What's going on?

He tried again last night.

What a drag, going out with a cop.

And a truckie? You go whenever you want.

- You sound like my wife. - Go back to her, then.

- I could do just that. - Yes, that was a success!

Go and catch that idiot.

- Stay here and I'll be back. - No, the cleaners will come.

I'll sleep in the truck.

God, what a total mess.

No!

Yes?

- Were you asleep? - No, I was reading Donald Duck.

- This is my boy Morten. - Hi, Morten.

- You remember me, right? - No.

You autographed a ball for our fete.

Did I? Oh, yes.

Morten and I would like to ask you something.

- Morten? - Well...

We're playing the final in Holb'k and...

Against a Norwegian team. Morten's a striker.

Would it be possible to get you to come and present the cup?

It's not often the boys get to meet an international player.

- When? - At 12.

Today?

We live at number 17. You can come with us.

- I've been driving all night. - Sorry, we didn't know.

Another time perhaps.

- What time did you say? - At 11. At our place.

Right.

Us being in town is not scaring him away.

We may inspire him.

Forensics found his hood with make-up on it.

- A copycat. - Let's start!

Yes.

Briefing 09.00, Wednesday May 10

- Fischer! - Yes, let's start.

- You too, Gaby. - Yes.

Asta's house is here and Gerda's is here.

If our theory holds, he's getting closer to home.

So he lives very close to...

- Udby. - Then he's not single.

We've tested them all. Do you doubt the profile?

I don't know what to believe. Any news from Holb'k?

After the press ran our inquiry

20 stores reported selling the tape.

- Any pointing to Udby? - Not really.

Yes.

Here's one.

- It was bought after the rape. - Very interesting, Gaby.

At a nearby petrol station last Sunday.

It was paid for with a petrol card.

By Ole Toft Hansen.

- Do you mind the tape? - Not at all.

Great.

May 10 at 10.15.

Interrogation of Ole Toft Hansen

by DI Fischer and DCI J�rgensen.

- I'll start with a confession. - Okay?

When you asked for that tape

that I bought a few weeks ago,

I forgot that I hadn't bought it at the grocer's.

It was bought at the petrol station a few days ago.

I just wanted to mention it.

But we're not here to talk about that?

No, let's just stick with the tape for a moment.

You've bought two rolls in the last six weeks?

Guilty.

Where's the other one?

- Used. - Yes?

- On what? - I don't recall.

- Asta Frederiksen. - Pardon?

I think you used it on Asta Frederiksen's mouth.

This is a bad joke, isn't it?

You bought the tape on Sunday morning while tanking up.

Yes, along with breakfast rolls and papers.

Breakfast rolls, papers and tape. A cosy Sunday routine, or what?

Your timing was a bit odd. You didn't need it.

Yesterday's tape was unopened.

I happened to see it in the shop and bought it.

There is another possibility.

You knew we'd ask about it, so you had another one ready.

Do I have to listen to this?

Explain this.

You'd not used tape before, but all of a sudden you start.

Was it because you couldn't stand the old women's screams?

Oh, I know you're only doing your job

and I'll try not to take this personally,

even though it's hard.

But Anders Frederiksen is my friend!

Asta was his mother.

You piss me off, wasting your time

instead of looking for the perpetrator.

What did you do last night?

- What did you do last night? - I went to see my mum.

You visit her a lot.

Also on Friday when Asta was raped.

- Oh, shut up. - What did you do?

Watched TV.

- What did you see? - The Bodyguard.

What's it about?

Kevin Costner was a bodyguard for that black singer.

- And her brother's shot. - No, her sister dies.

A repeat?

- I saw it for the first time. - Really? It was in the cinemas.

Why don't you ask Mum?

We will. But mothers tend to forget.

Ask at the nursing home as to what time I came and left.

- If anybody saw you. - Ask. I'm innocent.

I believe you. So you won't mind helping us?

I'm here, aren't I?

We'd like a blood sample.

Yes.

Your turn.

What's your feeling?

"Feelings" are not enough in our job.

Crime scene 10.35, Wednesday May 10

I'm dumbfounded we let him go. I know it's him.

- A court needs more. - The profile says "single".

- Sod that. - Hey!

- Let me finish. - What does it say?

Our man's a mummy's boy. So what about him?

He clings to his mother.

Is that a mother fixation or what?

I don't disagree. I've checked on Ole, he's...

Sugar?

- He grew up with a single mum. - That's a problem?

There's a danger of making the child grow up too fast.

- No offence meant. - None taken.

Thanks. Ole had a breakdown at 15.

Implying an unhealthy mother-son relationship.

- Didn't I just say so? - Check his alibi.

What have we got on him?

Two rolls of tape!

I'll do it just to kill time.

We've got his blood.

He won't go anywhere.

I hope we're right.

He's a man under pressure.

- Hi, Ole. - Hi.

Hi.

- Did you ask Johnny Olsen? - Yes.

- Will he come? - Sure.

That's bloody great, Ole. Bloody great.

- Could you give them a lift? - Why?

- I feel sick. I'm staying home. - No, you aren't.

- I'm not sleeping well. - Get some pills.

And take the lot. Get it over with...

- Should we alert the press? - No.

To get a picture of the boys with Johnny Olsen.

You and I must get a picture with him.

Anders.

I'm really sorry about your mum.

- Anders. - LaCour from Unit One.

- Got a minute? - Yes.

- You chair the soccer club? - At the moment. What's up?

May I see your membership list?

I'm just about to go. The boys are playing today.

We can do it on the phone.

Yes.

- Hi, Ole. - Hi, John.

- You got Johnny Olsen? - I did.

Then you must show him the back of the net.

We'll cream them.

The committee meets after the match.

And as Anders is no longer chairman...

- What about you? - You, Dad?

- Get going, Morten. - We can talk at half-time.

- What shall we give Johnny? - A soccer ball.

I'll buy a bottle of whisky.

- How's your mother? - She's moving in with us.

- I'm glad nothing happened. - Me too.

I'm not going. I don't feel well.

- What did the police want? - They asked about that tape.

I heard you in the workshop last night.

I was at the nursing home.

Yesterday after the police had been here I wondered

if it could be you.

Of course it couldn't.

When I heard you in the workshop

I wondered why you didn't come in.

Later I watched you sleeping.

All of a sudden I began to have doubts.

When the police took you away

I went to the workshop and found what you'd hidden.

How am I going to tell this to Morten?

I'm ready.

Forget about his alibi.

Ole's mum remembers shit. She slept all evening.

I've been looking for a common thread between the victims.

- I've found it. - I saw that at Hanne's.

All were supporters of the soccer club.

- And who delivers it? - Ole Toft Hansen.

- The postman! - Arrest him.

Hello?

Ingrid.

Ole shot himself.

And he shot his wife and son too.

They're lying in the house.

Oh, no.

We were too late.

Trine?

As chief, how do you feel about the end result?

- It's tragic. - He killed his family.

- Why did he do that? - I can't answer.

- He was a home guard? - Yes.

- In possession of arms? - Yes.

- You interviewed him? - Yes.

Didn't you know that a blood test would stress him?

We do DNA tests to eliminate suspects.

He had a full interrogation.

- How could you let him go? - We couldn't arrest him.

- So you risked it? - It's procedure...

Ingrid had no basis for an arrest.

Erik Knudsen and I concur.

Do you think it could have been avoided?

We don't arrest people on vague suspicions.

We operate within the law and all rules are adhered to.

Anything else? In that case, thank you.

Well...

Goodbye, then.

And thanks.

- I'll just... See you. - Yes.

- I just want to say goodbye. - Well, yes...

- Take care, won't you? - Yes. Goodbye.

Could I get a lift?

Absolutely.

She was right.

- It could have been avoided. - Yes.

We can reproach ourselves. But what's the use?

During the interrogation... my training said it was him.

But it also told you that you didn't have enough.

Those journalists

pounce on us if we make arrests on insufficient grounds.

I appreciate what you're saying.

But it doesn't help.

I feel like getting totally sloshed.

That sounds like a good idea.

May I join you?

You're most welcome.

As expected, blood tests showed that Ole Toft Hansen was responsible for all the rapes.