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Request for Assistance A-16/01

Vang, Bornholm Island 17.50, Friday September 7

Hi.

- Did you shop? - By the harbour.

- Not smoked herring? - Yes.

You know I hate smoked herring.

I prefer meat.

You live on Bornholm and hate herring?

- Shouldn't you post this? - I'm out of stamps.

Erik...

You always talk about coming here to work. Mette too.

Why not make a decision?

- Bye. - Kat, it's too cold for that.

- Mum! - Summer's over.

- Put some more clothes on. - Yeah.

- Shall I give her a lift? - She's got her bike.

That talk Mette gave last winter...

The council loved it.

You could both get jobs here.

- Yes. - Is Rud the problem?

He's been number two for years.

- He lives here with his family. - But you're better than him.

- Okay? - Okay. See you at 1 a.m.

- The others stay till 2. - Yes, but I'll see you at 1.

Katrine.

Do me a favour and catch a cab home.

Thanks.

- See you, Mum. - Bye, darling.

The woods aren't safe at night.

You always think like a cop.

I know you and Rud are friends. But such is life.

I'd love you both over here.

Open this?

Erik...

Yes?

Kat hasn't come home.

- What? - It's almost 7 o'clock.

Didn't I hear you talking?

I thought I heard you?

No.

She didn't sleep over?

All her girlfriends say she left around 1.

I'll go to the station.

R�nne Police Station 07.10, Saturday September 8

Hi.

What the hell, Erik? The deadline's not till 9.

- Don't, Rud. - Like hell, I won't.

I've slaved here for years and my "friend" turns up

to apply for the job I'm entitled to.

That's not why I'm here.

My niece didn't come home.

- From where? - From a party in Sandvig.

She's only 15.

At 15 the hormones go crazy. Remember?

I do. But I have a bad feeling about this.

Go home.

Enjoy your breakfast. She'll be home when she's slept it off.

Rud.

I'd appreciate it if you'd look into this.

Just go home.

I'm going home too. I was on night duty.

Rud.

For you, Rud.

UNIT ONE

Good morning.

Those medics

should do their job.

What?

Ingrid's ankle is not strained.

Episode 27

It's broken.

Well, if not broken then at least fractured.

You must take over on Bornholm.

She can't hop around the rocks on crutches.

No.

Unit One HQ 07.56, Sunday September 9

She's limping badly.

- Why are you here? - Bornholm.

You're not going anywhere.

- Why's Erik there? - You hear me?

He's visiting his sister and her teenage daughter.

- She's the murder victim. - Odd. I just met Mette.

Erik's girlfriend and the hostage in the Kalundborg case.

- She's pregnant. - Round up your team.

What's that about a Red Indian?

He's raped four women, with increasing violence.

Two homicides.

- And now... - Yes, Erik's niece.

The first was on Bornholm two years ago.

Six months later, L�gst�r and now Bornholm again.

- An 18-month break? - Seemingly.

A serial rapist and murderer. Why haven't I heard?

- Before your time. - But I read the papers.

There's a common thread that has gone unpublished.

- What? - He takes a clip of pubic hair.

Okay, that's why he's called the Red Indian.

- Shall we go? - Ingrid.

If Ingrid feels she can, she can.

If she can, she can...

- When can I bury her? - I don't know.

- They'll have to investigate. - Investigate?

What are they doing?

Selma, they must find out what he did to her.

I'd like a firm date. And I want Mette to bury her.

I don't like the local pastor.

- And the invitations? - Can't you?

Yes, but I thought

we were going to do them together.

- When I get back from Norway. - Norway?

That's too late. No one will come to the wedding.

It'll be so romantic. Just you and me.

Just you and you. I won't be there.

I'll do it.

I'll have to leave.

- Call me when you're through? - Sure.

Ning-nong.

I've checked all departures.

Honestly. I can be home in less than three hours.

Okay. Keep the mobile on.

You too. Bye, then.

- Is she bursting? - No, not yet.

- When's it due? - In two weeks.

Only two weeks left?

Mille gave birth a month early.

I read that the first time can take from 12 to 18 hours.

- I should be able to get there. - Well, okay.

Victor was unusual. He's full of beans.

- So? - He flew out.

He was born in half an hour. Very unusual.

Allinge Police Station 13.07, Sunday September 9

Welcome.

I hope you don't mind our moving to Allinge.

My team's the same as two years ago.

Kasper Danielsen, Arnesen and Schi�dt.

I'm glad you're here. We'll get him this time.

Interviews with the kids at the party,

her mother,

her uncle Erik S�rensen, whom you know.

He's a DC in Kalundborg.

He reported the girl missing Saturday morning.

Katrine Brink, called Kat...

She was 15 last week.

Daughter of Selma Brink. A nurse.

She lost her husband Claus.

We're here and here's where she partied Friday night.

Kat and her mother live here.

She had money for a cab but cycled through the woods.

She met her killer here.

- How do we know? - Because of this.

- Found like that? - Yes.

One of the kids at the party

said that soon after Kat had left the party

he saw the roof of a black car leaving in the same direction.

- Only the roof? - It could be an Espace.

- We're looking for it? - Of course.

Her body was found near Crystal Lake

halfway down on a rock.

- Her clothes? - Haven't found them.

Was that where the crime was committed?

Forensics are not through but they don't think so.

Anything else?

No.

Details on the removal of pubic hair

must not leave this room.

Only I communicate with the press.

- Only I communicate. - All right!

Come on.

Damn it, Erik.

- Anything I can do for you? - Well...

Of course my sister is... She's heartbroken.

She wants to know when she can bury Kat.

- It's Boysen's decision. - Yes, I know.

- I should have picked her up. - Don't do that to yourself.

- Don't. - All right.

I hear you're seeking the top job when the old man retires?

- I don't think I can face it. - No, not just now.

I'll have a word with Boysen and let you know.

Thanks.

- Ingrid? - Yes?

- Can you use me? - No.

No, Erik. Better go home to your sister.

Finding place of body 14.21, Sunday September 9

Did I kill her here?

Did I leave semen on her clothes?

Where shall I dump them?

Definitely not here.

I come up here to my car.

I'm carrying her clothes.

I have to get rid of them quickly.

This looks like blood.

Can you get this sent off to Forensics?

Hi, Jan.

- Thanks for the other day. - You're welcome.

- How's the leg? - Glad you got me to a doctor.

Sorry, I'm late. I was with a journalist.

- Oh? - Relax. I told her nothing.

Shall we?

Autopsy, R�nne Hospital 15.12, Sunday September 9

Her temperature indicates she died before 3 a.m. On Saturday.

- Can you be more precise? - No.

But she was moved. Note the discolouration.

She was found on her stomach

but was lain on her side after death.

- Where? - Look at this.

She cut herself.

Forensics found small fibres presumably from a paper bag.

They're also on her back.

She may have been lying on a bag after death.

- And the crime scene? - Look for a beach.

- Why? - She was found by a lake.

But there are traces of sea water in her hair.

- She went for a swim first? - Yes.

Forget the Red Indian.

- Why? - I did his victims' autopsies.

He's very violent and potent.

- This girl was not raped. - But she bled?

Menstruation.

He uses chloroform on them. He could have changed habits

but he used it in the two rapes and the murders.

- They were both strangled. - How did she die?

From pressure on the carotid artery.

- Someone who knows his stuff? - Yes.

But the pubic hair's been cut?

Yes. But he's done it all wrong.

The Red Indian is generally much more violent.

This appears... staged.

Which means?

That the killer wants us to believe it's the Red Indian.

The only ones here who know of this trait

Briefing 15.55, Sunday September 9

are the local police.

Rud, Schi�dt, Danielsen and Arnesen are good men.

Do we agree we're being misled?

- What do you suggest? - If it's one of ours?

I don't know.

I think you should talk to Ulf.

Those fibres from the scratch,

could they be from the bag we sent to Forensics?

Let's make him feel safer.

And think we suspect the Red Indian.

How?

- You've got media contacts, IP. - No, forget about that.

Sure?

Announce a serial killer is on the loose?

- And scare the entire island? - If he buys it, we shift focus.

What do you think, IP?

Thanks.

Ingrid Dahl.

Okay. See you at 8. Bye, Ulf.

- Do tomorrow's briefing. - Okay.

I'll get the night ferry and meet Ulf at the prosecutor's.

I hope I can get a cabin.

I don't like it.

Neither do I.

We'll do it anyway.

Have a good trip.

Bye.

Yes?

Hi.

- Trine? - Just a second.

Yes.

- Oh, how I've missed you. - Trine.

- I've got something... - Not now.

A serial rapist and killer?

Just a moment.

I thought you might need some medical care?

No, in case you thought we were having dinner tonight

I'm afraid I must cancel.

- Copenhagen calls. - Same here.

I see. So perhaps you've booked...

a luxury cabin?

They were sold out so...

I'll sleep in the aft lounge.

With the drunken students?

But I've got a first-class cabin.

In that case I'm not sleeping in the lounge.

You are.

Take this, please.

I can manage, Ulf.

You look tired.

You haven't been to Bornholm for ages?

Not since I was seven.

My mother sent me off alone to my grandmother's. Why?

Because you've forgotten how badly one sleeps on board.

- She gave me a sleeping-pill. - What a dreadful mother.

- How's Bibi? - She's on her way to Spain.

- Back to Buller? - Would that upset you?

I know you were angry that I didn't get a divorce.

I didn't know about it then. But Mum was upset by it.

I know this is silly, but ever since...

I've thought a lot about Bibi.

- You still do? - No.

I missed my chance a long time ago.

Island of Death

Public prosecutor's office 08.04, Monday September 10

Tasteful.

There are 21 officers

who know about the pubic hair.

- But only four on Bornholm? - Five, actually.

I'll come back to him. Seven in L�gst�r...

and eleven who investigated the other two rapes.

- And the fifth? - Frank Hansen.

The Refrigerator?

Fired for sexually abusing a staff member.

- He must be out by now. - We're checking.

Logistics point to the perpetrator being from Bornholm.

So why not start by checking officers from R�nne?

But how?

We'll put everything under wraps

and cease working with the local force.

- But what excuse do I give? - Excuse?

For not wanting to work with them?

- How do I check their alibis? - Take it easy now.

Is the petty cash short?

Petty cash?

Good excuse for an internal investigation.

That's too obvious. We must do better.

Ingrid. Did you talk to the press?

- I told everyone... - I'll ask again.

- Did you talk to the press? - No. IP...

That's your responsibility.

If it wasn't you, it must have been someone local.

See?

Of course.

One of the local investigating officers

has informed the press without permission.

I insist you undertake an internal investigation.

Yes.

And a warrant to trace their mobile calls?

Well...

You want a lift back to the ferry?

My plane leaves in 20.

Well Ulf, you'll be needing the flashing blue light.

My dog hates it.

Thanks a lot.

Good morning.

What's this?

- The contents of that bag. - Where's the bag?

Forensics are still looking at it.

But Kat's menstrual blood is on it.

And they've found her skin cells.

The bag's underside shows it's been in a car boot.

He dumped her on top of the bag after she died?

And where did the bag come from?

Don't know. Maybe he bought it at the co-op.

No two gardens are the same.

- This is a Christian Dior. - Yes?

What else?

Goldenrod.

Milfoil, Acanthus mollis, lobelia...

- Tomatoes. - And a piece of roofing felt.

This one,

Clematis alpina, must have climbed...

up a red, wooden house.

- Swedish-style. - With white windows?

Yes.

Orchids don't grow in gardens.

No, but in greenhouses perhaps?

What we're looking for

is a red, wooden house with a felt roof,

white windows and a garden with...

goldenrod, milfoil, Acanthus mollis,

lobelia, Clematis alpina and tomatoes.

- And orchids. - And a greenhouse.

Allinge Police Station 11.35, Monday September 10

- What's going on? - Regarding?

The phones are ringing hot.

- How could you? - My very question.

- Meaning? - Wasn't I clear enough?

- And? - I didn't leak the story.

The prosecutor hauled me over the coals.

Now only Unit One can investigate.

- Damn that man! - And one more thing.

I have to investigate the internal leak to the press.

- Damn it! - I'm sorry.

You know I want the top job.

I need your group's mobile phone numbers.

- Of course. - Yours too, Rud.

Rud, Schi�dt, Arnesen...

Kasper Danielsen and Frank Hansen.

- Is Frank still around? - He wanted to sail the world.

- Exactly. - I'll find out.

Check their alibis at the time.

They may get suspicious.

Gaby's got their phone numbers. Check the vicinity to masts.

- I'll do that. - Schi�dt doesn't have a mobile.

I'll have to talk to him. How do I get to his alibi?

Work it out.

Have we found the crime scene? Somewhere you can swim.

We'll be struggling because it could be anywhere along here.

Let's kill two birds with one stone.

- We've hired a helicopter. - A helicopter?

To find those plants from the bag

and a greenhouse.

Rud?

What are you doing here?

Unlike you, I'm actually a local police officer.

I could ask...

why the hell are you here?

I'm going crazy sitting at home. What do I say to Selma?

And nailing the Red Indian would improve your job prospects.

That's not fair, Rud.

No. I'm sorry.

What's that?

What are they up to?

This could be a greenhouse. But no white windows.

And something blue but I can't see what.

There's...

Why don't you answer?

It's 15.31. Call me when you get this. Bye.

- Afraid she's in labour? - No, it's a long way off.

Take those two sites down.

- These? - Yes.

The Refrigerator's out... Married on Sunday in Bangkok.

Let's see what Schi�dt has to say.

What is this?

I'll just sort this out and I'll be with you.

As if there wasn't enough to do

the prosecutor has ordered an internal investigation

into the press leak.

So...

- I'm ready. Shall we start? - Sure.

Hello?

- Do you know Trine Dalg�rd? - Who?

- A female tabloid journalist. - No.

- You didn't talk to the press? - We were told not to.

Trine Dalg�rd's the one who wrote the story.

We're checking for any personal connection to the station.

Dalg�rd came to Bornholm

twice last week.

The first stay was from Wednesday to Thursday

and then Friday to Saturday.

Where were you Wednesday night?

I was asleep in my bed in �kirkeby.

- Alone? - With my girlfriend.

- What's her name? - Susanne. Susanne Kofoed.

And Friday night?

The night of the murder?

No, that was Saturday night.

Oh... no, it was Friday night, the same day.

I was camping down in Dueodde.

- With 14 Cubs. - You're in the Scouts?

- Cub Scout leader. - Indeed?

I have to ask this question.

Are you sleeping with Dalg�rd?

- Like hell I am. - No contact?

- I have no idea who she is. - Sorry, I had to ask.

Well, that's all.

- Sorry for the inconvenience. - That's okay.

Which pack do you belong to?

Schi�dt was on a camping trip.

- I believe him. - Here are the phone records.

Ingrid speaking. Hi, Erik.

I've found something. Her clothes are here.

Wait for me down there. I'll come at once.

Erik's found the crime scene on the beach at Sandvig.

I'll go down there.

Guess who was in Sandvig at the time of the murder.

- Who? - Rud.

Are you serious?

- Will you talk to him? - Yes.

You remember in Kalundborg

when Eik took Mette hostage?

- I was scared I'd lost her. - It was very traumatic.

All I could do was...

I promised myself I'd take care of her for ever.

And now...

she's expecting our child.

We were going to be a family.

Why don't you bring her over here?

Kat... I couldn't look after her either.

You can't shoulder everything.

- You're doing your best. - Am I?

How do you cope? When were you last upset?

You continued working even when

you'd lost your brother-in-law and his family.

- Well, yes... - And when S�ren died?

Don't you ever lose control

or get scared?

Don't you?

This job turns people into cold fish.

They are Kat's clothes.

Yes.

Sit down, Rud.

What the hell's going on?

- You tell us. - Meaning?

Please sit down.

Interrogation of J�rgen Rud Christiansen

over the killing of Katrine Brink.

IP J�rgensen and Allan Fischer present.

The time is 17.11.

What did you do the night of Friday September 7?

- Between 1 and 3 a.m. - Why?

Would you mind?

I was on duty.

- It was a quiet night? - Yes.

Were you at the station the whole time?

No, I went on patrol to keep awake.

- Where to? - R�nne.

R�nne? Are you sure?

- Has your mobile been stolen? - No.

- What car do you drive? - What car?

- An Espace. - Black?

- For the tape, please. - Yes.

Is it conceivable

it's the same car seen in Sandvig?

- Isn't the Red Indian your man? - No.

It's someone who knows about him.

Your mobile phone shows

you were in Sandvig on the night of the murder.

I was visiting my wife's sister.

A family visit?

You visited your sister-in-law at 1 o'clock in the morning?

Yes.

We're having an affair.

An affair with your sister-in-law and she lives in Sandvig?

And you're a police officer

who has wasted our time with the most banal lie ever.

Please write her name down here.

Helene, call me when you get this.

Thanks... bye.

LaCour, go to the beach. We might have the crime scene.

What?

- He can't contact Helene. - It's nothing.

I've got a feeling about this.

Do you want to go home?

- I've alerted Forensics. - I've got this bad feeling.

Go home, then.

We've checked Rud's alibi.

- It's an affair all right. - Danielsen and Arnesen are out.

They were in Copenhagen Friday and Saturday.

What does that leave us?

He must be from Bornholm.

Who would bring a bag of compost from L�gst�r?

- Weren't you leaving? - Yes.

Those five houses have the lot. Check them, eh?

Gaby, get me Mette's number.

S�rensen's girlfriend?

Ingrid Dahl here.

- Hi, Mette. - Hi, what do you want?

- How's the tummy? - It's fine.

I'm calling to talk to you about Erik.

I think you should come over. He's in a bad way.

- I can't help him. - What do you mean?

I've left him.

Left him?

You didn't mention this last week.

It hadn't happened then.

Tell me more.

- It was after all that stuff. - In Kalundborg?

He didn't stop talking about it. He became obsessed.

He kept on saying that he didn't protect me.

And when I told him we had to move on, then...

What?

I don't want to live with a man who hits me.

He hit you?

You don't have to, either.

I'm sorry to hear this.

You'd both looked forward to the baby.

Thanks for calling.

Bye, Mette.

Milfoil and Acanthus mollis.

Vang 19.43, Monday September 10

- Not too fast. - Acanthus mollis.

- Goldenrod and lobelia. - Yes.

And there's a greenhouse.

- Tomato plants. - Yes.

- And a lemon tree. - It all fits.

- Who lives here? - It is...

Of course.

They're friends.

- Who are? - S�rensen and Rud.

Rud blabbered about the pubic hair.

Gaby here. Hi, Fischer.

No, she went to the hotel.

What?

Damn it. Surely not S�rensen?

I'll get hold of Ingrid.

I've got something to tell you.

- Helene, what's happened? - You've called a lot.

- Has anything happened? - No, I'm fine.

- And how are you? - I'm on my way to the airport.

- You're sure you're okay? - Yes.

- You're really lovely. - Yes.

- I'll call you later. - Okay.

- Gaby. - It's LaCour. Is Ingrid there?

She's still at the hotel. She's been a while.

- And the others? - Gone to pick up S�rensen.

LaCour?

Are you still there?

This lack of sleep drives me crazy.

I get in the car and drive.

For hours.

Round and round.

I try to understand. But I just don't get it.

Fancy a swim?

No, I don't want to.

Erik?

Where do you drive to?

I don't think as long as I'm holding the wheel and driving.

Mette doesn't exist then.

But when I get home it starts all over again.

I see her... all the time.

She left me.

She's insane.

I never hurt her.

- I spoke with Mette. - Yes?

She dare not stay with you. She's afraid of you.

She says that's why she left.

Shall we go?

Yes.

- You're very good, eh? - Damn it, Erik.

Relax, Erik.

- You're so bloody cold. - Relax, Erik! Damn you.

Get off me, damn you!

What's with you?

You're so damned clever.

How will I ever be able to face my sister?

Tell me that!

Ingrid...

Is this what it's come to? I screw you for a good story?

- Can't we just be friends? - You knew it was a lie.

- You used me. - You feed people stories.

About this and that.

My boss was right.

You can't be a cop's girlfriend and still do a good job.

No. You're probably right.

- Hi. - Hi, Ingrid.

- There's tea in the pot. - Thanks.

When's your flight?

At 5 p.m. So we've got plenty of time.

It's 27 degrees there. In the shade.

- Fantastic, isn't it? - Lovely.

Was Bornholm bad?

I was dead scared.

- Would you rather I stayed? - Yes.

I'll stay. I'll stay.