All language subtitles for Forbrydelsen - S 01 e 12

Nanna Birk Larsen
may have had her own key.

Forensics found her fingerprints here.

She fell through the glass table.

There's blonde hair on the radiator
where her head hit it.

She appears to have been
raped here the first time.

The final meeting is in 24 hours.
The alliance must be in the bag.

–The police want to talk to you.
–I came quickly. What's this about?

–It's one of our campaign cars.
–Who drove it?

–Our technicians enhanced the image.
–It's after the poster party.

Our party has a flat in the city.
I prepared my speech there.

The car you drove was the one
Nanna was found in.

–What is this?
–Good evening.

Lennart Brix, deputy manager.

If you'd asked nicely you'd have
found out that Hartmann has an alibi.

He left the flat before 11 o'clock
to visit his advisor, Rie Skovgaard.

The next morning they checked in
for an all-day conference.

How could she get a key to our flat?

–Our key is always kept in the drawer.
–But the girl had a copy.

Many people use the flat.
How could I know if one of them…

Stop!

In any case,
the girl was attacked in our flat.

–Have you seen Pernille?
–When did you get out?

Now.

You knew about it
but you kept quiet.

You knew she was in some shit
but you didn't tell me.

I'll do anything
as long as you stay.

Don't go.

Mark? Mum?

Mark spoke to his father.

He's coming to Copenhagen
and he wants to see Mark.

Good morning.
The police have asked for our help.

They want to talk to you all today.

What's this about?

I re-checked the staff interviews.

Olav Christensen…

It's an exclusive members-only club.

How did you know
she was seeing a guy?

She didn't tell me.
She called him Faust.

–Any news?
–Do we know a Faust?

–Are you sure it was Faust?
–Know him?

No.

It's an ultra-exclusive portal
for club members.

They've all got aliases.

In April, Faust is contacted
by a new profile, NBL.

Nanna Birk Larsen.

And the other women he dated?

Look at me, Mum.

Excuse me. Nethe Stjernfeldt?

You opened a dating profile.

–I didn't want an affair.
–But you met him often?

–Why do you want to know?
–Just tell us who he is.

Welcome to the last council meeting
before the election.

Troels Hartmann,
someone wants to talk to you.

It's the CID.

Come voluntarily or we'll arrest you.

Use your rights and call a solicitor.

THE KILLING

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–What the hell are you doing?
–Contact your solicitor.

I want to talk to your boss.
Right now.

It's not possible, he's left for the day.
You can complain tomorrow.

–You'll be questioned.
–Questioned?

What is this about?

We've got new information.
You may be charged.

Charged?
With what? With murder?

A witness has come forward.
I can't say any more.

Do you know what you've done?

–I hurried over.
–You spoke to them?

They brought me up to date.

–I want to get out of here.
–After the interview.

–Do I have to take this?
–It appears to be quite serious.

They have e-mails
and correspondence leading to you.

My e-mails are none of their business.

A Nethe Stjernfeldt claims to have had
an affair with you via a dating site.

She's identified you
as the man behind the alias

who also had meetings
with Nanna Birk Larsen.

–What's your response?
–I told them what I know.

I'm not obliged to talk.

It's a question of damage control.

–The burden of proof is weighty.
–The burden of proof?

They appear to have a good case
so your side of the story matters.

They don't care. This is the third time
they've tried to nail me despite my alibi.

I've mentioned a possible lawsuit.
Their methods are inexcusable.

–No, thanks.
–But you must talk to them first.

Do they want us
to wait here all night?

–Let's go in now.
–Okay.

No, I have no comment.
I'm hanging up now.

We thought
this was the right thing to do.

To pick him up from a council meeting
without my consent?

We followed a lead
and brought in a suspect.

–Why couldn't it wait?
–We're sure that Hartmann is Faust.

He drove the car,
he was in the flat…

Unless he sees his alibi
as a mere trifle

and his solicitor ignores the fact
that he's not obliged to talk.

Impressive…

We're ready. Troels Hartmann
has agreed to be interviewed.

My wife died two years ago.

It was… She went very quickly.

For a time I didn't see other women.

One day I received
some material from…

a nightclub
that had just opened.

They advertised a dating site
and I created a profile.

Under what name?

Faust.

Why did you call yourself Faust?

It happened to be a book
that was on my desk.

How many women did you meet
via that site?

That's beside the point.

More than 10 and less than 20.
I don't know.

I'm not proud of it.

You're a public figure.
Where did you meet?

Generally, we met only once.

As a rule
my driver picked them up.

–Where did you meet them?
–Usually in our party's flat.

Tell us more about it.

–What happened there?
–For example.

–That's none of your business.
–Wrong.

Nanna Birk Larsen was abused
and raped there.

–I didn't know she existed.
–Let me help you remember.

Here are some transcripts
of your e-mails to each other.

Take a look.

You respond to her profile in April
for the first time.

She replies and you correspond
till a few weeks before her death.

I didn't write these.

This is… six months after I stopped.

I met my fiancee, Rie Skovgaard.
I put all this behind me.

–You claim you didn't write these?
–No, I didn't.

Anyone could have hacked in.
All you need is a simple password.

And access to the flat.
And the keys to the car.

I just created a profile.

I don't know who wrote this
and I don't know…

how the person got access
to the flat, but…

Someone has used my password
and pretended to be me.

My client has an alibi.

He was with Rie Skovgaard

and he cannot be regarded
as a suspect.

What are the odds
of his dating profile being misused?

Almost zero.

For a start you need a password

and the computer that was used
is the one in the party's flat.

–What do you suggest?
–We won't get more out of him now.

We need a warrant
for his phone records.

We'll finish in the flat
and get him in for a reconstruction.

Tell me as soon
as you know something.

And clear everything with me first.

–And only I will talk to the media.
–I agree.

Send him home.

We must talk to Rie Skovgaard again.

And who's confirming
that they were at the conference?

Reception said they checked in
on Saturday at 9 a.m.

They booked a room
and a large conference room.

–They left late Sunday.
–And paid how?

With Skovgaard's credit card.

So, apart from Skovgaard,
who saw Hartmann?

I'll check.

We should call Birk Larsen
so they don't get it from the press.

I'll call you later, Mum.
I'll be late.

–You don't say.
–Don't mention Sweden to Mark.

I'll talk to him.
I'll be there soon.

His dad's just arrived.

–Carsten?
–Hurry if you want to see him.

Listen, you two…

–Is this all new to you?
–Yes.

Neither of you have seen
a psychologist before?

Having a child together
forms the strongest of bonds.

So losing a child
has consequences for a relationship.

Our relationship isn't really
my concern right now.

What is, then?

You can't do anything about the case.

You've got each other.

–And you have your children.
–I know what's best for them.

This folder outlines
our counselling services.

I recommend our grief sessions.

It can be a great help
to be with others and…

Thanks for the offer but…
we've got bigger problems.

It's not an offer.

After the incident with the teacher,
the police insist on it.

The grief counselling group
meets tomorrow.

What did the police say?

To prepare ourselves
for media reports about Hartmann.

–Did they say what they have on him?
–No.

They won't tell you any more.

This is Sarah Lund.
I can't answer…

interrupted a meeting
of the Copenhagen Council.

The current school mayor and candidate
for lord mayor, Troels Hartmann,

caused a stir when he was led
from the chamber by police.

Mum, I can't sleep.

Two weeks ago
Nanna was found murdered

in one of Troels Hartmann's
campaign cars and…

How did you go at the police station?

I've talked to my father's solicitors.
They'll work on the details.

Find out who used the flat.

Only trusted employees.

What about that guy, Olav?
It must be him.

The police have questioned him.

It's important what we tell the press.

He used the computer in the flat
with my password.

He e-mailed her
using my dating profile.

Stjernfeldt told the police about me.

What dating profile?

Find out if anyone
has seen or heard anything.

We'll take civil action.
It's an important signal to send out.

About what?

For damages by the police
to your campaign.

–I'll send it across.
–We… won't sue.

The police are looking for a man
who dated her on the net.

And it appears that…

he used a dating profile
that I created.

A long time ago.

I don't know how it happened but…

after I stopped, someone used
the profile to write to the girl.

When we met I wasn't myself.

Did Morten know?

Yes.

I should have told you.

Time passed
and I didn't get around to it.

–When did it stop?
–I'd had enough.

I couldn't face myself.

Then I met you.

We've got two things now.
The key and a dating profile.

Write a list of people
who might know your password.

And prepare your speech to the alliance.

Morten will find a time.
I'll tend to the press.

If you appear
with this hanging over your head

that's all anyone will remember
about you.

Is that all you have to say?

Precisely. There's your chance.

When did you arrive?

This afternoon.
It was all very sudden.

They've rented a house.
Do you want to eat?

An opportunity arose
so we decided to return home.

Brussels and two small girls…
It was just work so…

And I missed this fellow.

–What's happening with Sweden?
–A slight delay.

–Bengt was in an accident?
–Luckily nothing happened.

He broke his arm.

We missed the housewarming
and I had to cancel my holidays.

There have been problems with a case.

These things happen.

But there's no rush.

Especially not now…

that Bengt has returned the furniture.

So we aren't leaving?

I'll have to help out at home.
Thanks for now.

You're welcome.

–Say hi to Karen and the girls.
–I will.

I'll be back soon.

I'm sorry to hear of problems
between you and Bengt.

We'll work it out.

Karen asked if we should
have dinner together tomorrow.

–So the girls can meet Mark.
–I can't.

No.

–Do you mind if I invite Mark?
–Only if you don't cancel as usual.

–You've lost weight.
–I feel fine.

–My contact details are inside.
–That's fine. Thanks. Bye.

–I spoke to the conference centre.
–And?

Hartmann wasn't seen till late Sunday.
He stayed in his room with the flu.

Skovgaard met the sponsors.

That's good, Meyer.
See you tomorrow.

Last night, the school mayor
gave a statement,

continuing our good relationship
with the police.

He contributed additional information.

Regrettably, I can't go into details.

Didn't Troels Hartmann himself

drive the car
that Nanna was found in?

Hartmann has used
several of our cars.

We've checked Hartmann.

He was born in 1964 in Copenhagen,

the son of a politician,
Regner Hartmann.

At 23 he joined
the party's youth group.

At 29 he was elected
to the city council.

He chaired important committees
throughout the 90s.

In 1998 he became the top candidate.

He was elected school mayor
at the last election.

–Are you listening?
–Yes.

Then he married
his teenage sweetheart.

A year later she was diagnosed
with cancer and died.

She was six months pregnant.

–And his criminal record?
–It's clean.

–Did you look at the e-mails?
–Yes, they're similar in style.

Hartmann sent these in January.

These were sent to NBL last summer.
All signed “F”.

I'll get it.

–The files are on your desk.
–Files?

The ones for women
who've gone missing in the last decade.

–Anything significant?
–Brix won't use any resources.

–What do you mean?
–I told you.

“Use your spare time” he said.

I've got the report from the flat.
There's a lot to get stuck into.

What's happening, Troels?
Come clean.

–Was the girl in the flat?
–Yes.

–That's what they're saying.
–And so were you?

Apparently shortly before and that…

created some misunderstandings.

You also drove the car.
Troels, what the hell is this?

I know what it looks like.

I'm as shocked as you are.
This is very unpleasant.

All I can do is help the police
to find out what happened.

Why didn't you say this
before the meeting?

Because you urged me not to.

–I tried to delay the decision.
–Yes, but you failed miserably.

I don't care
if you've slept with half the city.

But this is my political life
and my group is livid.

I must ask you,
is there more?

No.
Of course not.

–You're sure?
–I had meetings all weekend, with Rie.

You must keep a cool head.
You must all do that.

–They're ready.
–Okay.

I've promised the police to take part
in a reconstruction in the flat.

Before we close the meeting…

I must know where you stand.

–If you say there's nothing more…
–There isn't.

–I'm in, then.
–We have no choice.

If the alliance crashes
we're all done for.

But Troels,
you have to go public yourself.

–Don't hide behind Skovgaard.
–Of course not.

Thanks.

–So? Are they with us?
–Yes. Did you find anything?

Only you, me and Rie
have access to the flat's computer.

Who would know your password?

–Did you forget to log off?
–No way.

I don't know.

–You've heard nothing?
–No.

By the way, no one's noticed
anything suspicious.

It's a hard question to ask
about their colleagues.

Stay on it.
Someone must know something.

–See you.
–Wait…

The driver will meet you
by the small staircase.

–The journalists are lying in wait.
–Thanks.

–Coming?
–No, the police called me in.

–Why?
–To do with your alibi, I presume.

–Are you okay?
–Yes. See you.

Bye.

I know, but we want to get it over with.

So if it could be done so…

Okay.

Thanks.

The bank may lend us
100·000 on your overdraft

so we can pay the tradesmen
and sell the house.

–Emil's beanie?
–On the shelf by the door.

Would I be here if it was?

I'll find it.

HARTMANN QUESTIONED IN NANNA CASE

Hi, boys.

Mum!

A man wants to see you.

Excuse me.
Could I see Birk Larsen?

If it's about removals
wait for my husband.

Pernille Birk Larsen?

My name's Kim Hoegsted.
I'm a journalist.

I called a few times.
Here's my card.

When I look at the erratic course
the police investigation has taken

I feel for you.

Now they've put up a smokescreen
because of a politician.

–What do you want?
–I want to give you the chance…

to tell your side.

You want me to talk
about my dead daughter?

You must be out of your mind.

Leave now.

Out!

–You've got my…
–Out!

Come on, kids.

–Shall I take them?
–No, I'll do it.

–See you at counselling.
–Emil…

I told you not to take the car.

Let me have it.
Be good, kids.

–Come on.
–Bye.

I parked in the yard
and let myself in with the key.

–Did anyone see you?
–Not as far as I know.

Yes. And then what?

Then… I hung my jacket
in the corridor.

I remember I had a headache
after a busy week.

I sat down here at the table and…

–I started on my speech.
–For whom?

–Sponsors and businesspeople.
–Where did you put the car keys?

Here. On the glass table.
They were there when I left.

Why did you give the driver
the weekend off?

Well… We were using Rie's car.

No need for him to wait around for us.

You left the car here
because you drank beer?

Yes.

–Is that a crime?
–Did you use the phone?

I finished the speech
and went home to Rie at…

I think a bit before 11 o'clock.

That's about it.

My client has helped
as much as he can.

So if there are no more questions…

–How did the speech go?
–It went well. Thanks for asking.

You're welcome.

–You had meetings all weekend?
–Yes, that's right.

Rie was doing most of it.
I got a bout of the flu.

–You had a bout of the flu.
–I stayed in my room till late Sunday.

–How much did you drink?
–Is that relevant?

They found an empty cognac bottle
and a glass with your prints here.

I may have drunk one glass
to stop the flu taking hold.

The cleaning lady
who comes every fortnight

had just replenished the stock.

So I'd like to know if you drank it all
or someone else did.

I drank. Okay?

So what?

It was my wedding anniversary.

My wife and I… Drop it.
I don't owe you an explanation.

For how long
have you taken antidepressants?

–The prescription is in your name.
–How low will you go?

Alcohol and medication
isn't a good mix.

There's no warning on the box.
You could've looked at the packet.

I haven't taken them for ages.

You'd had a shitty day
and were depressed.

You came here and drank
most of a bottle in a few hours.

You took one of those funny pills,
maybe two.

–And you still remember when you left?
–Yes, I do.

I can also point you
to the power points I touched.

Or tell you
how may times I used the loo.

Give me your hand and we'll
look at the lift button I pressed.

–You used the lift?
–I presume I did.

The strata management says
the lift was out of order all weekend.

I must have used the stairs, then.

Hartmann has told you
what he did in the flat.

Rie Skovgaard has confirmed
he came home to her. Thanks for now.

–It's me. How did it go?
–Morten wants to talk to you.

–What did you find?
–You remember Dorthe, the temp?

She had back problems.

–I got her to try acupuncture.
–Yes, Morten. What about her?

She told me about the bookings
for the flat.

We must talk to Olav.

Then they told me how bad it was.

He wasn't there at the time,
not really.

He was completely gone.
We couldn't reach him.

I've got a job in half an hour.

Shall I drop you home first?
I can take the bike too.

–No, I need some fresh air.
–Sure?

See you at home.

Peter Lassen.
I didn't get to introduce myself before.

I hope you got something out of it.

Yes, it was all right.

You don't really think so, do you?

I remember the first time.

It can be hard to connect
when you feel like that.

If I want to hear about it
I'll let you know.

It'll be five years this January.

I'd made lasagna.

We were sitting at the table
waiting for him.

We'd put new batteries
in his lamps.

He knew the route well.
We'd often gone that way together.

He never arrived.

They said it was a red car.

There was paint on one pedal.

I sat down by the road
looking for a red car with scratches.

I sat there every evening.

The car never came.

I went back during the day.

In the end that was all I could do.

My wife tried to make me stop.

I couldn't.

I lost my job, my friends…

One day I came home.
She was gone too.

Every day I regret
letting the ones who loved me go.

–Do you understand me?
–But you still think of the car?

How can you forget?
What if you'd stayed there?

–Don't think like that.
–It's impossible not to.

Where's the car?
Where is he?

Let it go.

Tell me that it's okay with you
that one day you may run into him.

What will happen
if they don't catch him?

They will.

Let it go and get on with your life.

I have to pick my children up.
Thanks for the coffee.

No matter what they throw at you
answer with decorum.

I intend to.

–When's Olav coming?
–Any moment now.

Troels, don't go to that meeting.

–Why not?
–You've got a case against him.

–Don't get involved.
–I have to.

Concentrate on the press conference.

–But…
–Someone to see you.

–I don't have time now.
–Nethe Stjernfeldt.

Sorry for coming unannounced.

–I'm really very busy.
–I'm sorry if I caused trouble for you.

It's not your fault.

They came with some e-mails
and asked me…

I talked to them.
Everything's okay.

Thanks for coming
but I must get back to work.

–I'm a bit busy.
–Of course.

Call me
if there's anything I can do.

I'm going now.

She…

she just wanted to apologise.

You don't trust me?

Don't shut me out.
Talk to me.

What's on your mind?

You wanted to talk to me?

–You've been interested in the flat?
–Not at all.

The administration asked me
to book some guests in.

–The school mayor allowed this.
–The guests never showed.

Shall I call my lawyer now or what?

–Have you used our flat?
–Pardon?

Six months ago
you enquired about the flat.

You asked Dorthe
if it was vacant at weekends.

Yes, for some Poles who were reporting
on the Danish welfare system.

–They stayed at a hotel.
–Yes, their decision. So what?

Three to four bookings per month
for guests who never turn up.

–Is that my fault?
–Do we look like idiots?

Don't blame me
because you messed up.

Did you book the flat for yourself?

–Watch your accusations.
–No, you watch yours.

–Did you take the girl up there?
–You know I didn't.

This is not the first time
this office needs a scapegoat.

Did you copy my key
and use my computer?

Did you use my computer?
Are you deaf?

–How did you get my password?
–Explain yourself first.

Troels, he was at the poster party
on the 31st.

He was there all night.
He couldn't have been in the flat.

Go home. Take a bath
and get ready for the press.

Hartmann got into a habit
of having women in the flat.

He'd only stopped for a few months.

He was desperately e-mailing
Nanna Birk Larsen.

–He's jealous and wants to see her.
–Someone must have seen them.

–A paper boy, a parking attendant…
–No one's seen anything.

–We'll get Rie Skovgaard in again.
–She won't talk.

How do you know?
I haven't talked to her.

We got the information
from Hartmann's phone company.

It doesn't say much.

No calls to Nanna and he switched
his phone off at 10:34 p.m.

We can't track it.

That's it, then.
I'll get Skovgaard in again.

Hartmann got a call at 10:30 p.m.
just before he switched it off.

–It's not Nanna.
–Who? Did you check?

It's written on the back.

What do you want?
What happened?

So you hadn't talked to Hartmann
for a while?

That's right.

–I have to pick up my children.
–We know you called him.

Friday 31 October at 10:30 p.m.

And there's more, isn't there?

I promised my husband
never to see him again.

I missed him.
I wanted to see him.

–What did he say on the phone?
–He wouldn't…

That it was over
and for me to stop calling.

What did you do?

You got a parking fine
that same evening.

Right here in Store Kongen's Street.
You parked too close to a corner.

–Will my husband be told?
–Just tell me what happened.

I don't know what got into me.

–I was home alone.
–So you drove here. What time?

I came here a bit before 12
and the lights were on in the flat.

–I rang the doorbell.
–Did he let you in?

He didn't even answer.
I pressed the button till he hung up.

–So you talked to him?
–No one spoke.

I could hear music in the background.

I tried to get him to open the door

but he just hung up.

–So you drove home or what?
–No, I was angry with him.

So I came in here and called his name.

Nothing happened at first but then…
I saw a silhouette in the window.

–You saw Hartmann?
–No, I don't think it was him.

–You don't think it was him?
–It wasn't him.

–It didn't look like him.
–Could you see that?

Looking up at the 4th floor
in the dark.

It was raining and you couldn't…

I won't say it was him.
It didn't look like him.

–But you don't know.
–The man up there seemed shorter.

He stood motionless,
looking at me.

It was unpleasant and I left.

–Give me my Game Boy.
–Stop that.

–It's mine.
–You didn't bring yours.

Mum, tell him.

–You're mean.
–Say something.

–Shut up.
–I haven't played all day.

Can't you share it?

–Mum, say something.
–Shut up!

Mummy…

Emil can play.

We can take it in turns.

I haven't seen her
since this afternoon.

Let me know if you hear something.

Well, they're here now.

I'll give them your regards.

Hi, where have you been?

I had to pick the boys up.

I made spaghetti with meat sauce.
I hope you're hungry.

That sounds lovely.

I have to do something first.

Okay.

I called the journalist who came here.

I've made an appointment with him.
He'll be here soon.

Why did you do that?
I thought we agreed…

We must get help from others.

Someone must have seen
or heard something.

If not about Troels Hartmann
then somebody else.

–It's a bad idea.
–I've made up my mind.

This is our third interview.
We don't believe you.

None of the sponsors
saw Hartmann before late Sunday.

I told you he was sick.
He was in bed in the room.

Why are you covering for him?

Because you fancy him?

–Or are you saving your career?
–I'm not covering for anybody.

Did he tell you that
he was calling himself Faust?

He's admitted meeting women
via that dating site.

Not during our time together.

“I want you.

Thanks for yesterday.
You were lovely.”

“I'm going to the flat to wait for you.
Don't get dressed.”

“Tomorrow, same place, same time?
I must see you.”

They're all signed “F” for Faust.

How do you know it wasn't Hartmann
who wrote this to Nanna?

Good evening.
Sarah Lund from CID.

–Is Troels Hartmann home?
–Yes, come in.

I've answered your questions.

I want my lawyer present.

You said you didn't use the phone.

Nethe Stjernfeldt.

I've made it clear
that I'm not interested.

But she keeps calling
and leaving messages.

–What kind of music did you play?
–I didn't listen to music.

–What do you want?
–Are you sure?

I left the flat around 11 o'clock
to go to Rie.

I've already told you that.
I must get something to eat.

Who would know your password?

Let's assume someone else used
your computer, your car and the flat.

–That's what I've said all along.
–Let's explore that, then.

Are you taking the garbage?

See you next week.

But I…

I always use the same password.
It's my birthday.

That's not hard to figure out.

I've made a list of individuals
who may know.

–I'd like to see that.
–It's upstairs.

–Help yourself to pizza.
–Just the list, thanks.

You said Hartmann was sick.

–What was wrong with him?
–Influenza.

Influenza…

That's when you lie in bed,
coughing and sweating.

–Snotty all week.
–Yes, something like that.

I talked to the maid
who cleaned your room.

She says only one quilt was used.

She must remember wrong.

You're covering for a suspected killer.

If you're lying to me
you become an accomplice.

Do you know
you could be thrown in prison?

If there's nothing else
I'd like to leave.

–Your wife's shopping list.
–Thank you.

There's just one other thing.
One more question.

If you're so sure
you were with Hartmann all weekend

why did you call his mobile
several times on Saturday?

This is the phone company's list.
There are a lot of calls.

I'll ask you for the last time.

Are you 100% sure
that Hartmann visited you that Friday?

–Lund.
–It's me.

I'm busy right now.
I'll call you later.

Hartmann has no alibi.

Rie Skovgaard has no idea
where he was.

She lied to the sponsors
and said he was sick in his room.

Hello?

Lund? What's going on?
Is something wrong?

That's fine but I'll have to go now.

–Something wrong?
–No. Do you have the list?

–Here you are.
–Thanks.

Maybe I should try the pizza
after all.

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