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Request for Assistance
A-4/01

Aabenraa
10.50, Friday March 2

Hello.

Boysen, Forensics.

Nielsen, call me McCloud.
Been called that for years.

A dog found the arm.

I mean a girl who was
walking the dog.

She called me at 07.32,
then I got the show on the road.

It's a woman.
She had nail polish on.

How long has she been here?

At least a week.

We've got a woman
who's been missing a fortnight.

Could it be her?

There's no hand either.

Know what?
Seems like there's a pattern.

- Have you asked for help?
- Yes, this is way too big for us.

Unit One HQ
11.15, Friday March 2

No, tomorrow is really fine.
It's fine, Ingrid.

I'm so sorry.
Sorry to disturb you. Bye.

Hi, Victor.

- Hi!
- Hi.

Something to read.
My report from Kalundborg.

I hope we've sent flowers.

- For the funeral today.
- I'm sure Gaby did.

Whoops.

- Enjoying your holiday?
- It's not much of a holiday.

Mille's on a course.
Victor's got the flu.

Good. Because it looks like
the holiday's over.

Victor, I hope you're not too ill
to eat a chocolate?

What do you think?
Want one? Here.

He's cut her arms and hands off.
Maybe to hide her identity?

We've got a call for assistance
from Aabenraa.

"Female remains found in lake."
With body parts still missing.

- Any ID?
- No.

We're getting every report
on missing women in Denmark.

- How long has she been there?
- A week, maybe longer.

Have you eaten that already?

Want another one? Do you?
Yes.

- You're eating too many.
- I can have another one.

You'd better get packed.

It's no good, Ulf.
I've got Victor all weekend.

Bye.

Isn't there such a thing
as a babysitter?

Granny will pick you up soon.

UNIT ONE

- Hi, Boysen.
- Hi.

Episode 19

Allan Fischer.

Frank Nielsen,
but just call me McCloud.

- Nice moustache.
- Here's our sawn-up lady.

We've just found the torso.
No need to open the bag.

Call off the search.
Her head and hands aren't here.

I think he's right.
Whoever did this was no fool.

But you see,
we think that whoever did this

wanted to conceal her identity.

With no teeth or prints,
she won't be ringing any bells.

No.

- But we can get her DNA?
- Of course.

Just answer.
It might be the FBI.

Hi.

- How's it going?
- Good, thanks.

I miss you both.

Hello? Are you there?

- Allan?
- Yes.

What are you doing?
You're not at work, are you?

- I'm in Aabenraa.
- Where's Victor?

- With Ulf.
- Ulf?

What do you want me to do?
My mum will pick him up soon.

He's at a police station
with the flu?

- Just calm down.
- What a great dad he's got!

Hi.

It's really beautiful here.

- You've had a haircut...
- Sure have.

Really well done, Victor.

That's great, Victor.

It's Victor...
He's just drawing.

No, we can't provide
a precise description.

The gases have completely
deformed her upper body.

Her intestines are swollen.

She might have been skinny
when alive.

And we still haven't found
her head.

Hey, Ingrid,
I'll call you back in a moment.

We've had a great time.

- Haven't we?
- Victor!

- It's been so much fun.
- You're going home to bed.

- Your feet are cold.
- Where have his socks gone?

I had some socks.
Here they are.

- Weren't you doing a seminar?
- I was!

Yes.

- Hello again, Ulf.
- Hi, where were we?

Germans holiday in Aabenraa.
Any missing Germans?

Not yet.

Let's distribute photos
in Germany too.

Maybe.

- You sure talk around it.
- Go back to your family.

- And give them my regards.
- Yes, bye.

The flag
mustn't touch the ground.

- Are you leaving now?
- No, tomorrow.

If that arm hadn't been found
he'd walk.

Probably.

She'd still be in the lake
and the killer would walk.

It's not just a killer.
It's a murderer.

What's the difference?

A killer may kill
unintentionally.

A murderer premeditates.

Let's go and find your dad.

Mum, we can't go home now.
Granny is very upset.

- Have you discussed staying?
- No, not yet.

Come here.

Crime scene
17.10, Friday March 2

I park my car here.

The torso, legs and arms
are in different bags.

Then I walk...
and empty the bag.

I take off my gumboots.

I did it at night.

That means I know the place.

Do I know it really well?

Do I live nearby?

- When is the big country move?
- It's only to Køge. In a month.

- Mornin'.
- Mornin'.

Right,
they say mornin' down here.

Hi!

- Nielsen. Call me McCloud.
- IP.

You're the one
who's married to that actress.

- My name is Gaby.
- Hello, Gaby.

- Is it good?
- It's five-star.

- Well, what's this?
- I've had a haircut, okay?

Well...
LaCour thinks it's a local...

who knows the woods very well
and I agree with that.

Maybe she's not Danish.
We've got many Germans here.

Permanent residents.

- Here's the photo you asked for.
- Thank you. Thanks, Mia.

This is the Zita Larsen
I was telling you about earlier.

She's a local.
Missing for two weeks.

She lives in a summerhouse
all year long.

- You seem very close.
- It's a few years old.

Would Zita
sometimes take off?

- She's been sad for some years.
- Why?

Her girl died,
she got divorced.

She'd sit in the square
getting sloshed

when her pension cheque came.

- I don't know about that.
- She suddenly got very fat...

That lake has changed for ever.
It really has.

I wish I was a duck.

Why?

They think differently.
They just keep on swimming.

It was a demonstration model.

So we'll get it for half-price.
Including white goods.

And that includes
installation and everything.

- Very nice.
- It's perfect.

And we'll save
over 50,000 kroner.

- You don't like it?
- Yes, it's very nice.

We'll find something else, then.

Would you prefer beech?

I'm going to Herning
and then to Poland.

With what?

Ketchup.

You don't want the house?
But you really liked the garden.

That was when we were
expecting our child.

Sorry, Johnny...
I feel that it's all going so fast.

I'm trying to tell myself
there was some sense to it.

To what?

To you and I
not having that baby.

Some sense in losing a child?
What a stupid thing to say!

You want to sell the house?
Is that it?

Her Majesty might
think about it while I'm away.

Aabenraa Hospital
07.55, Saturday March 3

- What can you say about her?
- Between 30 and 40 years old.

160 to 170 centimetres tall.
Weight between 55 and 65 kilos.

She'd had
a complicated delivery.

- See how perfect the cut is?
- What do you mean?

And the same here, you see?
It's perfectly clean.

There isn't a cut in the bone.
That's not easy to do.

So we're
looking for a surgeon?

Maybe not, but certainly
someone who's tried it before.

How did Tobias
cope with the funeral?

It's just so tragic.
But he coped very well.

- I'm going to Copenhagen now.
- Yes?

Should I drop in
and say hello to him?

- He's with his dad.
- Well...

Okay!

Interview of witness
10.17, Saturday March 3

Hello!

- You wanted to talk to us?
- Yes.

Are you still looking for
the hands and head?

Yes, unfortunately.

Try searching
over there by the pier.

Why?

I was cleaning some tools
on Saturday two weeks ago.

It was just before dawn.

Then I saw this damn expensive
German car

right on the edge of the pier.

A man pulls a big bag
out of the trunk.

He's about to throw it
when another car pulls up.

It was a housewife
I know pretty well.

- She often buys fresh fish.
- Oh, yes.

The German goes back to the car
and acts all innocent.

But there wasn't any fish
so the lady left.

Then the German gets real busy

and throws the bag in the water.

- How big was the bag?
- Like this and very heavy.

Then I got really angry.
So I went over to him

and told him
the harbour is no dustbin.

He got so scared that he yelled
that it was none of my business.

- In German, that is.
- Yes.

- What happened then?
- He drove off in a grey Audi.

- Did you get the car number?
- Yes, I did.

LG. It's from Lüneburg.

Thank you very much
for your help.

- Something wrong, Gaby?
- It's Johnny...

He usually calls to say hi
or good night.

- Call him.
- I did, no answer.

Right, Gaby, check the owner
of a grey Audi from Lüneburg.

Our enquiries in Germany
have already paid off.

I just got a message
from the Aabenraa police.

They've spoken to a German
professor called Beckmann.

He and the wife were driving
and saw a container on fire.

The wife needed to wee.

The professor
checks the container

and it's filled with personal
papers on fire.

He finds a receipt in the name
of Doris Fröse, Lüneburg.

- Lüneburg?
- Yes, Lüneburg.

The professor lives in Lüneburg,
that's why he remembers.

He calls the German police
after being told about the body.

And bingo!

Doris Fröse is reported missing.

No one's seen her
for more than two weeks.

When did he check
that container?

Just a moment.
The 17th, I believe. Yes.

Saturday, February 17
at 16.15 hours.

Same day the car
was spotted.

What car?

Here it comes.

The car belongs to Mr Schlosser,
Freiberger St, Lüneburg.

- Mannfred Schlosser?
- Yes.

- Do you know him?
- Yes, I do.

Not very well.

He has a summerhouse here.
Right by the water.

He's married to a ballerina,
perhaps you know her?

Pernille Poulsen.

- No.
- She's on a pension.

She has a kind of epilepsy.

- Do a check. What's her name?
- Pernille Poulsen.

- No.
- Yes. Doris Fröse.

- I want to see that place.
- There's no point, LaCour.

- The container's empty.
- But I want to see it anyway.

Columbo...

Mr Schlosser's summerhouse,
have you got an address?

This is Ida. I' not here,
but leave a essage.

Hi, it's me.

About getting to Silkeborg
tonight.

I can't make it.

I'm in my hotel room
with a stack of reports

and I have to read them
by tomorrow, so I can't make it.

But let's...
This is a crap connection.

Anyway, let's just say
we'll talk very soon. Bye.

Interview of Mannfred Schlosser
12.21, Saturday March 3

- Yes?
- Mannfred Schlosser?

Fischer. Danish police.
From Unit One.

- You can speak Danish to me.
- That's good.

- Can I come in for a moment?
- What is it about?

- We're investigating a murder.
- Yes?

- And?
- Can I please come in?

- What was your name?
- Fischer. Allan Fischer.

He's from the Danish police.
This is my wife.

- Pernille.
- Hello.

- Has your car been stolen?
- No, why?

It was seen at the harbour
on February 17.

- Were we in Denmark then?
- Yes.

- And you visited the harbour?
- That I don't remember.

- Yes, you did.
- No, I didn't.

- Just tell them, Mannfred.
- Yes, I went to the harbour.

The recycling bin is so far.
I threw some bottles in the sea.

I will of course pay the fine.
Was that all?

- Do you know a Doris Fröse?
- Why?

A woman
was found in the lake.

- You think it's Doris Fröse?
- It's a possibility.

- Do you know her?
- Yes, I did business with her.

It can't be her, she's in Spain.
I received a letter.

Hold on,
it must be here somewhere.

- When did the death occur?
- About two weeks ago.

Then it can't be her.

I received a letter
from Frankfurt Airport.

She writes she's on her way
to see family in Spain.

It's postmarked February 17.
Thank God for that.

Yes.

Can I borrow that?

Yes. I'll make a copy.

You have a very nice place.

How long does it take
to drive...

What's happening?

Pernille!

It's nothing.
I just need my pills.

- Here.
- Yes.

- Excuse us, let yourself out.
- Thanks for your help.

So he's thrown bottles into
the water. Typical Schlosser.

- He's going to pay for that!
- If they were bottles, that is.

Fischer said he and his wife
admitted the whole thing.

Doris Fröse.

39 years old, owns
a beauty salon in Lüneburg.

She has two boys
who live with their dad in Spain.

Please tell me...

Why are we still showing
any interest in that woman?

That letter kind of tells us
she was on her way to Spain.

- She never made it to Spain.
- But she made it to Frankfurt.

Can anyone explain to me
how to be in two places at once?

Frankfurt airport
and our lake.

Weren't you going
to check the container?

Yes, damn it!

I must admit,
he impressed me, that LaCour.

I'd never have thought

that if you put flammable liquid
into a container

and light a match...

it explodes.

And the ground is strewn with
pieces of charred paper.

Hi, LaCour.

Take a look at this.

The professor
must have got it wrong.

Her name is not Doris Fröse.
It's Doris Morgenstern.

How on earth can you mix up
Fröse and Morgenstern?

All I can say is...

Try... and try again.

Johnny's phone.
Leave a essage.

Hi, Johnny, it's Gaby again.

I know it's my third call.
But I...

Listen, this is torture.
Please let me hear from you.

Okay. Bye.

McCloud's right. She can't have
been in two places at once.

Have you never collected stamps?

No, why?

To get a postmark from
a town on a certain date

you send its post office
a stamped addressed envelope.

- And they postmark it for you?
- Yes.

Maybe that's what she did.
But why?

To hide the fact
that she was coming here?

One moment her name is Fröse,
the next it's Morgenstern.

- I'm tired, I'm going to bed.
- Me too.

Good night.

Good night.

- Are you closing?
- You can have another one.

Only if you'll join me.

Then it's on the house.
What are you having? Whisky?

Yes, why not?

Okay.

Cheers.

It's really lively here
in the summer.

I'm sure you've been all over,
so you can easily imagine.

- How do you know Zita Larsen?
- My God, I forgot to tell you.

She called me. She's been
binging in Copenhagen.

- That's a relief.
- Why?

I mean that she's not
the woman in the lake.

No... I see.

What's...

such a beautiful woman
doing here on a Saturday night?

Waiting till I can close the bar.

How about closing it now?

Cheers.

Hi, baby, what's up?

Why did you do that?
Mum was picking him up.

Why play the martyr?
What about the seminar?

Yes. When?

Yes.
I'll come and pick you up.

I'll pick you up, yes.
See you.

- Crisis?
- You could say that.

They're coming here tonight.
So we'll see.

- Wasn't Mille doing a seminar?
- That's what I thought.

- Something to do with Ida?
- No...

Please don't say that.
Damn it...

Me as a weekend dad?
How many weekends do I get?

I'd never see Victor.

- Good morning.
- Hi.

I got a call

from a woman who rents out
her summerhouse for cash.

Everyone's moonlighting
down here.

Hence the delay in ringing.
A German guy rented it.

Two weeks ago.

You know what?

He replaced all the bedding.
Pillows, doonas and sheets.

Everything!

- And scrubbed the floor.
- Where's this house?

It's on the other side
of the fjord.

- And the owner's name?
- Yes...

Anne. Anne Ishøy.

I told her that you would...

give her a call.

Well, guys,
do you feel like running back?

Come on.

- You know the way?
- Yes. Come on.

Good morning.

- Please, allow me.
- No, don't do that.

Come on. Stop that.
I said stop it.

If only he'd gone to Sweden.

Poland's bad right now.

- Did you fight before he left?
- No.

- He's just making you suffer.
- He's very good at it.

Good morning.

By the way, Mia...

told me that Zita Larsen
has called, so she's fine.

- That's great.
- Good morning.

We spoke to McCloud.
Wow, that looks great.

Yes, and?

It's about a house, and a tenant
who replaced the bedding.

- And the mattresses.
- Sounds interesting.

The documents unit has
ID'd the German passport.

It belongs to Doris Fröse.

- And Doris Morgenstern?
- We'll find out.

What kind of business
are you doing with Doris Fröse?

- That wouldn't interest you.
- It would.

You're not jealous, are you?

Would you like to read
that letter?

"Dear Mr Schlosser,

"thanks for seeing me about
my loan application.

"I'm taking a holiday in Spain

"and hope to raise
a few questions

"on my return in March."

Blah, blah, blah
and so on.

"Best wishes, Doris Fröse."

Doris Fröse
owns a small beauty salon.

Like many, she wants to borrow
money without collateral.

I'd better get going now.
Before all the rolls are sold out.

I'll come too.

- How about going home soon?
- No, we're on holiday.

- Where's the mat?
- What?

- The mat?
- I'm so clumsy.

I spilled a can of oil
all over it.

That's Germans for you.
Either they bring everything,

or complain about the cutlery,
or the TV being too small.

But we don't mind their money.

- It's not very luxurious.
- It's nice.

At least it's clean.

He sure scrubbed
the whole house.

- When did he rent the house?
- A couple of weeks ago.

- You've only had one tenant?
- One in four months.

Lucky I don't depend on it.

Do you remember his name?

Yes, I've got it here somewhere.

- Was he on his own?
- Did he bring a woman? No.

Here he is. Gerhard Müller.

- Lüneburg?
- Yes.

That's fine.

Listen to this.

LaCour has found traces
of blood in the summerhouse.

The tenant was
a Gerhard Müller of Lüneburg.

I know why Doris was called
both Fröse and Morgenstern.

Her name is Fröse
in the salon...

and Morgenstern
when she's a hooker.

- We've heard that before.
- Something else.

Doris bought a train ticket
to Aabenraa

on February 16.

He didn't bring bedding
from Lüneburg...

So I'll check
the local shops.

- Hey, just a moment.
- It's Sunday, people don't work.

In the Lüneburg area
four women were murdered

with the same MO
in recent years.

All had their hands
and heads cut off.

And the murderer
wasn't found.

Boysen talked a lot about
the incisions.

Maybe they were made
by a professional.

Hi, Lars.

How's it going?

Damn it, what are you doing?
He's 13.

I'm in Aabenraa, Lars.

No, that's not his decision.

I don't want to explain
over the phone. I just can't.

Tobias has just lost
half his family...

then Lars puts him in a cab.

Back to an empty house,
because Lars is tired.

- They were Lars's family too.
- I don't give a damn.

He shouldn't be alone now.

When I was 13, being home
on my own was the best thing.

Crime scene
16.08, Sunday March 4

- Hello.
- Hi, LaCour.

There are fresh prints left by
a man and woman in here.

He chopped her up here...

presumably after
strangling her.

He scrubbed the floor,
but there's still blood.

- Enough for a DNA test?
- Yes.

It's pure science fiction,
all this.

- I've got a little lady for you.
- What?

She's on the beach.

She's a friend of our Doris...
or rather... was.

Interview of Franziska Brandt
16.15, Sunday March 4

IP Jørgensen.
Danish Police, Unit One.

- Hello.
- Hi. I'm Franziska Brandt.

So here's where she wanted
to make a fresh start?

I believe
you're a friend of Doris Fröse?

Yes, that's why I'm here.
I mean...

You are sure it was her?

We're not sure
of anything yet.

Was it Gerhard Müller
who bought the house?

- He only rented it.
- What? He didn't even buy it?

I don't believe it.

He showed me photos
of a beautiful house.

Is that supposed to be it?

Is Gerhard Müller
your client?

He's an old client,
but lately he only wanted Doris.

Do you know
when Doris came to Denmark?

Yes.

Friday. Two weeks ago.

I did what I could to stop her.

I thought
he was after her money.

I never dreamt
he'd try to kill her.

She lent him all her money.

93,000 marks.

Would you mind
making a statement?

- Of course not.
- Then come with me, please.

Yes.

- Found him already?
- No.

- Why are you home, then?
- Because I missed you.

- But I'm leaving tomorrow.
- Yes, and that's why.

Hi.

- Have you eaten?
- No.

- No money in the box, eh?
- No.

What a mum!

- Do you want a pizza?
- No, why?

Should be enough.

Lucky me.

What?

- Why did Dad send you home?
- I wanted to go home.

He was so sad and I had to
watch the little ones.

I'm sad too.

Aren't you?

Remember when
Andreas' horse ran away?

And we found it
by the post office.

We've had many pancakes
in that house.

- Hi, Gaby.
- Hi, Ingrid.

I've just spoken to...
a German policeman.

Mr Gerhard Müller
doesn't exist.

- He doesn't?
- No such man.

Where's IP?

In Aabenraa.
Interviewing that Franziska.

Ask him to show her
Schlosser's photo

and ask if Doris
was seeing him...

- I mean, is it Gerhard Müller?
- Okay.

The police are now certain,
that the urdered woan

found near Aabenraa

is 39-year-old
Doris Fröse fro Lüneburg.

She was last seen alive...

You're a bit pale, darling.
Did you take your pills?

I'm fine, Mannfred.

- Will you go and get a movie?
- No, let's listen to music.

Please, Mannfred.
I really want to watch a movie.

Very well...

- Then I'll open a bottle of wine.
- Good.

93,000 marks.

Doris Fröse.

IP speaking.
Franziska confirms

Müller and Schlosser
are one and the same.

- She's sure?
- Yes.

- Use local help to arrest him.
- Will do.

Thanks, IP.
I'll call Fischer myself.

So Victor's too sick
to be cared for by my mum

but not yours?

So your decisions
are better

and you make the choices
for all of us, is that it?

- Please turn off your phone.
- No.

Now that I'm here
can you turn it off?

Why should I?

Because I want you to.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Any good restaurants
in Silkeborg?

What?

I don't know, but you should.

- I found this in your pocket.
- You went through my pockets?

I empty your pockets
before I wash your clothes.

Weren't you in Kalundborg?

Yes.

So you're saying...

you worked in Kalundborg
and had dinner in Silkeborg?

What are you saying?

Who is it?

Is it that policewoman?
Is it her?

Yes.

Sorry... Mille.

- Is she the one you want?
- No.

- She's not? Then who? Me?
- Yes.

- Is it?
- Yes, of course it's you.

- Why?
- Because... I need you.

- You mean you need Victor?
- No, yes... I mean I need you.

Try to look at me.

Allan...

Do you love me?

Would you say it, please?

Drive me back to the station.

Hi, darling.
Did you find some good movies?

Can it wait a little?

- I think I'll take a bath.
- Of course.

Did you meet anybody
in town?

- No.
- Well, you might have done.

Y ou should be
arresting Mannfred Schlosser

for the urder of Doris Fröse,
but... bye.

Thank God you're here!
I just found my wife in the bath.

I went to town to get a movie.

And when I came back...

She... she was dead.
Drowned.

Oh... then we'd better call
an ambulance.

I thought
you were the ambulance.

First I'm told
to arrest Mannfred,

the next moment his wife
has an epileptic fit

and drowns in the bathtub.

Mannfred Schlosser,
it's 21.35.

You're under arrest
for the murder of Doris Fröse.

Pernille... is dead.

I'm going with my wife.

This is Renate, right?

Interrogation of suspect
06.31, Monday March 5

This is Gisela.

And this is Kathryn.

Can you explain
their disappearances?

No.

We've checked
your bank statements.

There are unexplained deposits

shortly before
each woman disappeared.

I've just lost my wife.

And you make me talk
about bloody bank statements.

You rent an office in Lüneburg
in the name of Müller.

And the summerhouse was
rented under the same name.

Yes, you know that.

- So why ask?
- I'm asking why.

We've found your fingerprints
and Doris Fröse's.

Identified
by prints in her flat.

Yes... but...

I'm not saying
we didn't meet there.

I mean... we... we had...

yes... an affair... yes.

She wanted to tell my wife.

So I invited her to Denmark...

to tell her that it was over.

She got so angry
that she left...

Walked out... into the darkness.
I haven't seen her since.

We've found her blood
in the house.

Maybe she went back

after I left.

She had many strange clients.

Perhaps one of them
followed her, yes?

We found this

in your attic.

That's a souvenir.

That's right...
you studied medicine.

Is that illegal?

How did you make Doris
write the letter from Frankfurt?

Did you say
your wife was suspicious?

No comment.

- Did you kill your wife?
- Must I tolerate this?

I'll tell you again.
I've got nothing more to say.

He won't break.

Never mind.

The forensics
will put him away for life.

IP... if only his wife
had opened her eyes a bit

she'd have contacted us
a long time ago.

- Is the autopsy booked?
- Of course.

Let's get some sleep.

- Are you sleeping at the inn?
- Yes.

- Good night, IP.
- Good night.

Thank you.

- Any time. Maybe later?
- Who knows?

Mannfred Schlosser was convicted
and sentenced to life in prison for
the murders of Doris Fröse and
his wife Pernille Schlosser.