All language subtitles for 13. Saturday November 15

We know that Hartmann is Faust.
He drove the car.

One day I received some material
from a new nightclub.

They advertised a dating site
and I created a profile.

–Where did you meet them?
–In our party's flat in the city.

You drank a bottle of cognac
and took some funny pills.

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

Rie Skovgaard has confirmed
that he went to her place.

Don't mention Sweden to Mark.
I'll talk to him later tonight.

–That's okay. His father just arrived.
–Carsten?

–When did you arrive?
–Today.

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

Bengt returned the furniture.

–You've lost weight.
–I'm fine.

He used my computer
and knew my password.

He sent her e-mails
via my dating profile.

What dating profile?

We must talk to Olav.

Every month you booked in
guests who never came.

–How did you get my password?
–Your credibility is at stake.

What is this?

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

This is my political life.

You must go public yourself.
Don't hide behind Skovgaard.

Having a child together
forms the strongest of bonds.

Our relationship isn't my main concern.

I'm Tim Hoegsted. I'm a journalist.

You want me to discuss
my dead daughter? Leave now.

–You have my card.
–Out!

Mum, tell him.

–Say something.
–Shut up!

I rang the journalist
and arranged a meeting.

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

Someone called Hartmann at 10:30
before his phone was switched off.

I came around 12.
The lights were on in the flat.

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

If you're sure
you were with Hartmann all weekend

why did you call his mobile
several times on Saturday?

You're covering for a murder suspect.

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

Lying makes you an accomplice.

–Have some pizza.
–No, thanks.

Just the list.

Hartmann has no alibi.

Rie Skovgaard has no idea
where he was all weekend.

THE KILLING

I want to make a difference.

It's annoying that a man like Bremer
has been in for 12 years.

It's too long.

It's about holding on to power
while you've got it.

No.

In the first place
it's about getting the power.

Only to give it back…

to the end users or…

the citizens.

It's about motivation.

To make them work their guts out
to get their part of the reward

and contribute to the common good.

That's the politics I'm burning for.

Have you always burned for politics?

Not for much else.

What about your private life?

That's secondary.

You find that amusing?

Considering I've laid half the city.

Only half?

How did you meet your wife?

In senior high.

We were in the same class.

We agreed that we detested each other.

We shouldn't live together.
Finally we agreed not to get married.

We reneged on it all.

It must have been difficult.

It was.

–If I hadn't had my work, then…
–Then what?

Sometimes the wheels fall off.
And you do stupid things.

Like calling yourself Faust
on a dating portal?

Like calling myself Faust.

Would “Donald Duck”
have been better?

I have to…

–Yes, it's me.
–Where are you?

–At home, but I'm on my way.
–They know your alibi is false.

Are you there?

Just a moment.

What do you mean?

Rie spoke to the police.

They know she called you at the time
she said you were together.

–How long have they known?
–A while.

I called the solicitor.
Don't say a word to the police.

When are you coming?

What about the press conference?

The journalists are on their way and…

–Where were we?
–You were talking about yourself.

Oh, yes.

But perhaps you have to go now?

No, it's been postponed.
I can stay.

Bloody hell.

Does it show?

–I think so.
–I'll only be a minute.

Miss you. Feel lonely. Can't sleep.

Shall I put the light on for you?

Tell me…

what's the meaning of this?

Should we drink all night?

Till we become best friends?

Should I tell you everything?

How far would you go?

–Would we end up in bed?
–You have no alibi.

–Rie Skovgaard…
–So what?

Does that give you
the right to rifle through my diary?

I use my own campaign car…

and drive to my party's flat…

where I rape a 19-year-old girl.

Then I kill her
and drive the body out to the woods

where I submerge
the girl and the car.

Is that right?

Let's go to the station and talk.

At no time do I consider
covering my tracks.

–Why didn't I do that?
–But you did.

–You removed the security tapes.
–The blood in the flat?

What about all the e-mails to and fro?

Perhaps you were afraid…

to draw attention to yourself
in the flat.

And you know
that all e-mails are logged.

Perhaps, perhaps…

Perhaps I didn't do it.

–Did that occur to you at all?
–Tell us where you were.

If you have a witness.

Police!

Troels Hartmann, it's the police.
Open up.

Stay here.
I'll go round the back.

Shall we go?

You owe me an explanation.

I wrote down what I want to say.

That looks fine.

–Will it have an effect?
–It'll work.

When we're finished here
we'll go upstairs.

We're not going up to the flat.

–We want to do the best…
–We're staying here.

–What about your husband?
–What about him?

–You'd be more effective together.
–But that won't happen.

I decide how we do this.

We'll stop right now
if we can't agree.

This is for you
and this one is for you.

There.

–Isn't Mum having dessert?
–She had to talk to someone.

–We're going on a picnic tomorrow.
–No.

–With the Scouts.
–Shut up.

–Why aren't you going?
–Mum was going, but she's sick.

Of course you're going.
Mum thinks so too.

They'll offer a reward.
People have collected money.

The boys want to go
on a picnic tomorrow.

I told them I'll go with them.

The therapist said…

that we should focus
on what we have.

–I know what I'm doing.
–Sure?

Why aren't you with us
instead of that bloody journalist?

Bedtime, boys.

My client admits
that his alibi was fabricated.

He wasn't with Rie Skovgaard.

But he doesn't feel
that he has to apologise.

Obviously my client has to guard
his privacy during a campaign.

For the benefit of donors
and the media.

Fine, but what did you do
that Friday night?

My client maintains his innocence.

Regarding Nanna Birk Larsen,
he never met her or knew her.

As a consequence of his state of mind
he left the flat

for a place
where he could soothe his grief.

He directed Rie Skovgaard
to keep this a secret

so as not to give rise to speculation
during a tough campaign.

He takes full responsibility
for the fabricated alibi

but he saw it as a necessity
because he's a public figure.

So you went on a bender all weekend
because of your dead wife?

–My client…
–I'm not finished.

Where the hell were you?

My client does not wish
to comment further.

He maintains that his private life
is irrelevant.

So you won't talk? Is that it?

48 hours ago
you told me you had an alibi.

Now you don't.

If you won't talk
I've only got one option.

To charge and arrest you.

There's no basis for that.
My client has co-operated.

But he's been harassed constantly.

Now even at his own residence.

Maybe you should find the person
who misused his e-mail, car and flat.

You mean Olav Christensen?
He has an alibi.

He's mixed up in this.
Check him out.

Just tell us where you were.

Olav Christensen has an alibi.
The administration confirms this.

Bremer's people will say anything.
They're the ones that Olav…

What?

I have no further comments.
I'd like to go now.

Let's arrest him.

Formulate the charges
for the prosecutor.

Is it rape and murder,
or aggravated assault causing death?

But…

The prosecutor may want more.

Like blood, saliva or semen.
We didn't find that.

Find it. And well done, Meyer.

Yes.

Shouldn't we wait till we have more?

Putting him in prison
won't make him talk.

I guess not.
Put him in Vestre Prison, he'll talk then.

He appeared to think
that the girl was killed in the flat.

So?

She wasn't.
She drowned in the car.

What the hell
did you expect him to say?

We must consider the press.

I'll try to contact the prosecutor.

We can't risk being wrong again
after the Kemal debacle.

We'd look like idiots.
The whole division would look like idiots.

We'll conduct a search.

If there is anything we'll find it.

We need access to your office,
house and car.

I don't care
if you have to sleep in the street.

We also need your keys to the
basement and your summer house.

And hand in your passport.

–Is he free to leave or what?
–Sure, the man has his own car.

–I'll send my passport over.
–Great.

Goodbye, then.

I'll go to the party's flat.
Have you got the janitor's number?

What the hell happened at his house?
What were you doing?

You talk about
how fucked up Hartmann is

then after you visit him
all of a sudden he's acquitted.

–I'll call you later.
–What is it I must not know?

–How did it go?
–Okay.

–And the press conference?
–I said you were detained.

But someone knew
you were questioned.

–Holck and the alliance?
–They know about it.

Bremer suggested that we cancel
the debate tomorrow.

Yes, he'd like to do that,
wouldn't he?

Don't we have another shirt?

I'm sorry about the alibi
but they had all my phone calls.

No need to apologise.

It's my fault.
I'll make sure you don't get dragged in.

I know I won't.

Legally, we only covered for you
because of some donations.

Now the police know where you were
they've calmed down.

Not really. I haven't told them.

They want to go through everything

so we must be prepared
to have them around.

But check on Olav again.

Maybe he didn't use
the key to the flat himself.

–Maybe he lent it to someone.
–To whom?

Think.
The man he's running errands for.

Bremer?

–Bremer and a 19-year-old?
–Why not?

You're suspected of murder
and you talk about Bremer and Olav?

–I don't owe the police anything.
–You have to tell them.

What's a drinking binge compared
to a campaign and an alliance?

We're from the CID.
Please leave the office.

Yes.
Let's give them room to work.

You said you went on a binge
because of your anniversary?

–That was it.
–Why not tell them where you were?

–It's none of their business.
–But it's mine.

Don't worry.
It'll be okay.

–So you've got an alibi?
–Yes.

Of course.

–Bon appétit.
–Thank you.

What to think?
Did he do it or didn't he?

Rumour has it he's got no alibi.

What's next?

Yes, what is next?

They'll catch him.

The sooner the better.

Jens, don't turn your back on me.

You promised
there was no more.

Right?

When this is cleared up
we can resume our good teamwork.

Jens, trust me.

Have I ever let you down?
Have I?

Birk Larsen's parents
had the following to say.

My hope is that someone
has seen something.

Someone must know something.

Someone must have noticed.
We need help to move on.

The police…

I know they're busy
but they're not taking it seriously.

What about the suspicion
of Troels Hartmann?

I don't know about that.

But if it isn't him

I hope someone will come forward
and say something. Anything.

A support group has offered
a reward of 50·000 kroner

to anyone who has information
that will help solve the crime.

Troels Hartmann has been questioned
several times by the police.

I won't turn my back on you.

But we can't be seen together.

Please understand me.

I'm sorry, Troels.

Yes, come in.

Sarah Lund.
Sorry for the late hour.

No worries. I live nearby.

Oh, dear.

You're the janitor here?

Yes, I look after several local properties.
This is one of them.

During an interview you said

that you'd seen Troels Hartmann
with several women here.

Yes.

And you've seen her…
but never with Hartmann?

No.

That's what I told your colleague.

What usually happened
when Hartmann was here?

I don't know everything he did.

But I've seen some women
ringing the doorbell.

And I saw him greet them outside.

–But you never saw him greet her?
–No.

She must have had her own key
and…

I've seen her wait for Hartmann
in the flat.

Wait for him?

I was here to change a washer
in the kitchen.

I heard him clearly in the bathroom.

–But you didn't see him?
–Who else could it have been?

Thank you.

–When will I hear?
–About what?

I just saw it on the TV news.

The reward.

Please withdraw the reward.

–We didn't offer it.
–No, but they will listen to you.

–I know how much you're hurting…
–We don't agree on this.

Her things are here, we get her mail
and we see her in the street.

We'll have to deal with calls

from liars who just want
to make themselves interesting.

Yes.

We don't have enough staff
and it will affect more important things.

Please get her to see reason.

The parents refuse to co-operate
so we must talk to all callers.

You do that.

Get more on Olav Christensen.

–Career, finances, social life…
–Get someone else to do it.

–You're up early.
–I've called that liar Weber back in.

–When?
–Right now. See you.

How was the dinner at Dad's?

–It went all right.
–Are his girls nice?

I know things are messy.

But…

Bengt is coming on Monday.

Then we can talk.
It'll work itself out.

Anyway, now you can go
to this year's Christmas concert.

Is there more milk?

If you need anything
look in the boxes downstairs.

There's no more milk.
Grandma has gone shopping.

–Mum…
–Yes?

–It doesn't matter.
–What?

You don't have to wait for Grandma
if you have to leave.

You're sweet.

So you don't know
what Hartmann did that weekend?

I told you.

You search our offices,
take our computers and haul me in here.

Do you know who visited him
Sunday morning at his home?

No?

Is it true
that a man fitting your description

was seen entering his house?

Yes, that's right.

I was worried about Troels
and I went over there. Why?

Why were you there?

I was looking for Troels.

I have a spare key.
But he was out.

–You had his clothes cleaned.
–You're reading it wrong.

The dry cleaners state that you
delivered his clothes Monday morning.

They were the same clothes
Hartmann wore Friday night.

–Why dry clean them?
–Because I found them and thought…

Why dry clean them?

That's what you do with clothes
you've worn.

So you run around
playing maid for Hartmann?

I went to his villa
because I was worried about him.

If there's nothing else…

Thanks to you people
we've got a lot on our plate.

If you were so worried
why didn't you just call him?

Troels has nothing to do with the girl.
You're wasting both our time.

Rie Skovgaard called him
in a frenzy all weekend.

But you didn't call him once,
the friend you were so worried about.

I was probably busy.

Or you knew exactly where he was
and what he was doing.

Can I go now?

–I haven't had breakfast or lunch.
–After the executive committee meeting.

We had a cancellation.

Something must link Bremer and Olav,
conferences or travel…

They found nothing.
Cancel the debate with Bremer.

I won't hide.
They might think I'm in prison.

Just tell them the truth.

There are rumours
about the electoral tribunal.

Some members of the city council
doubt that you're fit to be elected.

–They wouldn't dare.
–It's up to Bremer to report you or not.

If he's behind this
he'll want you out.

If?
What makes you say if?

–How did it go?
–Okay. What about you?

They say Bremer doesn't know him.
What else would they say?

–I'll keep on it.
–But be careful.

–The police still suspect him.
–He must tell them the truth, then.

I found the password
to Olav's computer.

If Bremer's behind this
they'll have exchanged e-mails.

Are we leaving?

Hide it.

Call at once if you find something.
Okay?

When will he be finished?

Okay, but tell him to call me
as soon as possible.

Fine. Goodbye.

Hi. Do you have a minute?

Why? I've been interviewed.

I have a few more questions.

I see.

I'd like to help
but as this is Saturday

and I'm only here
to attend a meeting right now…

Cancel it.

You told us you didn't know
about the key to the party's flat.

–Yes, that's correct.
–But you often booked the flat.

It's evident from a book
in Weber's desk.

–The key is in the drawer.
–I didn't take it.

–You're very ambitious, aren't you?
–Yes. Is that illegal?

–Are you happy with your salary?
–Are you?

Your payslip shows

an amount of 5000 kroner
in your account every month.

Consultancy fees.
Where do they come from?

I do some work
for the environmental administration.

But you're in
the schools administration.

Why work for environmental?

Who precisely pays you?

–May I have a look?
–Yes.

The system would show
who pays you and for what.

Usually I don't read my payslips.
Ask in the office.

I have asked them
but they couldn't help me.

But they'll know later today.

It would be easier
if you told me now.

What are you talking about?

There's nothing in it.

Then I'll wish you
a good weekend.

–The same to you.
–Thanks.

Yes, okay.
I think I've got it.

Yes.

Okay. I'll pass it on.

The phone hasn't stopped.
They saw it on TV.

–Pull the plug out.
–What if it's a customer?

We need two vans to Valby.
You take one.

–I can't go with them.
–What?

The undertaker called.
I have to go and…

look at the headstone
to get it ready…

–The boys want you to go.
–Yes, but I can't.

Can you do it or not?

Of course I can.

–Find another driver.
–All right.

Dad will take you.

Come on, boys.

Hi, boys. Hello.

–Sorry we're late.
–That's all right.

I tried to call you all morning.
I left a message.

–Aren't we meeting here?
–Yes, but…

–You didn't get my message?
–No.

The picnic has been cancelled.

–Cancelled?
–Yes.

I tried to change their minds.

But why?

A lot of parents cancelled.

Some of the parents
watched TV yesterday

and they didn't think…

the conditions were optimal today.

I'm really sorry.

We all feel for you and…

The boys were looking forward
to the trip.

We'll do it at a later date.

Perhaps we could wait a few weeks.

Boys! Come.

I'm really sorry.

–Where are the others?
–Aren't we going?

–It's off.
–Next week…

Let's go see Grandpa and Grandma.

–Is she back?
–No, she just left.

–Weren't you going on a picnic?
–They're with their grandparents.

–Can you give me a hand?
–With what?

Can you?

Pack it all up.

Put the clothes in the bags.

Did you talk to Pernille about this?

Be careful not to break anything.

Maybe, Vagn…

it's better if I do it myself.

I need some statistics
for the debate with Bremer.

They're all out for lunch
but help yourself.

Can I help you?

No.

–I was told there was a virus.
–So you're our IT man now?

You ought to know better.

You know what it's like
to be a scapegoat.

Did Hartmann ask you to do this?

There's a virus.
Get it checked.

Stop that shit.

We have to talk.

No, damn it. We must talk.

They're checking my payslips.

You must pass it on.

I need help, damn it.

I must talk to him personally
or I'll spill the beans.

Who were you talking to?

Olav…

if you've done something, let's talk.

We want to help you.
Olav…

Olav!

Someone in your section
must know who's paying him.

It's important that I know
who, when and how.

Your ex has called several times.
Call him back.

What is it?

The shoes we thought
Hartmann wore that night.

But he has several pairs
for us to check.

In the basement…

the concrete floor
has been cleaned with bleach.

I don't know if it was done
by the cleaners.

Then there's his diary.
It's very interesting.

He wrote in it after his wife died.

But on Friday 31 October
he stopped. Why?

Is he ashamed of what he's done?

Has he done something
he doesn't want us to know about?

Here he writes…

I'm beside myself. I need to cool off.
I'm going insane.

–We're wasting our time.
–Lund?

–She can't talk to her ex-husband.
–What is it?

–Call Morten Weber.
–Why?

He overheard Olav Christensen
talk to somebody about his payslips.

–He disappeared from the Town Hall.
–Disappeared?

–If you can't find him put out a bulletin.
–Weber's lying through his teeth.

Olav knows who used the flat.
He did someone a favour to get ahead.

–Says who?
–Trace his mobile calls. Quickly.

Okay, Morten. That's fine.

Get back to me
as soon as you hear anything.

The police are after Olav.
Morten overheard a phone call.

–With whom?
–They don't know.

But they're checking his account.
Finally, something's happening.

Great.

–Are you still a suspect?
–Did you send e-mails to Nanna?

I'm here to talk politics today.

Come inside
and I'll answer your questions.

–Are you a suspect?
–I have no more comments.

This will do.
I'm only spreading it.

The debate is starting.

–You can't wear that.
–I'll go without, then.

–You've got something on your eye.
–Never mind. I have to go in now.

–We'll be there in two minutes.
–Yes, but…

May I have a word
with Troels privately?

She was from some
student organisation.

I'm really sorry.

I'll disassociate myself from this
to the press.

But before I do
I'd like to apologise to you personally.

After all, this is my event.

–The security was insufficient.
–No, it happens.

Let's get going.

–The debate has been cancelled.
–Cancelled?

They threw stink bombs inside.
The room was cleared.

There's something else.

Some people want you
before the electoral tribunal.

As chairman, I'm the one to decide
whether that happens or not.

So?

I'll ask you straight out.

Do you have anything to do
with this case?

No, I don't.

Do you?

–Troels, this is serious.
–I know.

You'd be pleased to know
the police are closing in.

Yes, that would please me.

I'm sorry for being late.

Did anyone call?

No.

I'm glad I went over there.
They'd used the wrong fonts.

–Where are the boys?
–With your parents.

Why?

We must talk.

Where are her things?

If you tried to listen to the boys
you'd understand.

–Where?
–In the van ready to be stored.

–Give me the keys.
–No.

We must try to move on, sweetheart.

The Scouts didn't want them along
because of that TV shit.

Do you understand
what's happening?

Take it out on me
but not on the boys.

You've got the keys.
I want you to unlock it.

I'll store it.

I'll look after it.

Pernille…

I'll get the boys now
and when I get back I want…

I want you to be gone.

Okay.

Okay.

What's this?

I called in at Olav's place.
He wasn't there.

–Why list him as a missing person?
–He's involved somehow.

–Did we track his mobile?
–I called it off.

–Why?
–You didn't clear it with me.

Hartmann was seen Saturday morning
with bloody clothes.

–There are tons of so-called witnesses.
–So concentrate on them.

Olav knows who was with Nanna.
He lent him the key.

–I'm busy, Lund. Goodbye.
–I think he took a bribe.

An odd amount
is deposited monthly in his account.

–By whose authority?
–That's what I'm trying to find out.

Activate the trace
and let me know the result.

His mobile was traced
to Vester Vold Street 30 minutes ago.

–The Town Hall.
–He's close.

Thanks.

Any more shirts?

That's original, eh?
Did they find him?

–We haven't heard.
–Fine. Thanks.

Bremer's meeting
with the group leaders.

There's only one item
on the agenda… you.

–When are they meeting?
–Tonight.

–They'll find Olav before then.
–Hopefully.

–Call Lund and find out.
–Will do.

Great.

If they don't find him
you must tell them the truth.

We talked about that.

–If you end up before the tribunal…
–They'll find him.

They'll find him.

–Did you get hold of them?
–Rie Skovgaard here…

Inform the press, but I haven't heard
from Hartmann or the police.

I've called a group leaders'
meeting for tonight

with one item on the agenda,

“Should Hartmann
go before the electoral tribunal?”

I'm sure he'll be kicked out.

So it's important for me
to get a joint decision.

Something the whole chamber will back.

–Excuse me. We need to talk.
–I'm very busy.

I've tried to ring you all day.
I'm Olav.

Olav?

From Hartmann's administration.
That Olav.

–I don't know you and I'm busy.
–Of course you do.

I've been helping you all along.

Helping me? With what?

–With… You know.
–No, I don't know at all.

–He said you were using the flat.
–What flat?

–I helped him and gave him the key.
–Gave who what key?

Do you know something
about Hartmann?

–So he never mentioned me?
–Listen to me.

If you know something
let's contact the police

and then you can tell them
what you know.

What did you say
your name was?

Hello!

Hello. What's your name?

–I'm on my way to the Town Hall.
–Someone wants you.

–I can't talk now.
–Tell him yourself.

–No, I can't…
–It's Carsten.

–Can I call you later?
–It's about Mark.

He said you had a good time.
I'll call you later.

He hasn't been at school
for a week.

He avoided telling me
how school was

so I called his teacher
who thought he was in Sweden.

–I'll talk to him.
–Not good enough. We must talk.

So when you're through with
whatever keeps you so busy, call me.

–We've found Olav.
–Where?

If you're near the Town Hall
you can't miss him.

He was crossing the street
when the car hit him.

And then it just sped off.

–Did you see the driver?
–No, I didn't.

–Breathe slowly and stay calm.
–What, Olav?

Easy…

Go on.

We're losing him.

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