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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.

Rønne 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, Løgstør
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 Schiødt.

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

Interviews with the kids
at the party,

her mother,

her uncle Erik Sørensen,
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, Rønne 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, Schiødt, 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 Løgstør...

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 Rønne?

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, Schiødt, 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.
- Schiødt 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
Schiødt 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 Dalgård?
- Who?

- A female tabloid journalist.
- No.

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

Trine Dalgård's the one
who wrote the story.

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

Dalgård 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 Äkirkeby.

- 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 Dalgård?

- 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?

Schiødt 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 Søren 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
Jørgen Rud Christiansen

over the killing of Katrine Brink.

IP Jørgensen
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?
- Rønne.

Rønne? 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 Løgstør?

- Weren't you leaving?
- Yes.

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

Gaby, get me Mette's number.

Sørensen'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?
- Sørensen and Rud.

Rud blabbered
about the pubic hair.

Gaby here.
Hi, Fischer.

No, she went to the hotel.

What?

Damn it.
Surely not Sørensen?

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 Sørensen.

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.