Request for Assistance A-15/00
Gilm, Roskilde 08.15, Sunday March 19
Good morning, darling.
Where's Mum?
- Isn't she up yet? - No.
She probably stayed with Grandma and Grandpa.
Should we call her to say good morning?
- I want to talk to her. - She may still be in bed.
Hi, Grandpa.
- Hi. Did you sleep well? - Yes.
- Is Mum up yet? - I want to talk to her.
- But Mum's not here. - Yes, she is. Dad says so.
Listen... Let me have a word with Dad.
- Hi, Tom. - Hello, Bjørn.
And thanks for last night. Isn't Ulla home?
- Isn't she with you? - No, we drove her home.
But I thought she stayed overnight with you.
Listen to me, Bjørn.
Alice and I dropped her off on the main road.
It was about 30 last night.
Bjørn?
Are you still there?
Roskilde police are looking for Ulla Englund
who was last seen Saturday night.
They're interested in the driver of a red car
seen in the vicinity of her home.
Contact Roskilde police...
UNIT ONE
Gaby speaking.
Hi, IP.
Episode 6
Yes.
Just a minute.
It's just a tradesman hanging some shelves.
I'll call Johnny.
- Okay, see you. - That's that.
- Is it done? - Are we off somewhere?
Yes. To Roskilde.
A woman's been missing for six days.
The local police are stuck.
May I use your shower?
I'm not sleeping at home. I live in the truck.
I'll get you a towel. Here you are.
Why did you say you'd call me when I'm right here?
Hi, Gry.
Come inside. I'm just packing.
Sit down.
How are things at home?
Ingrid doesn't answer the phone.
I'm living with my mum at the moment.
- Tobias is with Lars. - I see.
She keeps on saying she's just tidying up.
She's said that for two weeks.
Ever since... Ever since Dad's funeral.
Tobias misses her.
Will you talk to her, Gaby?
Ingrid?
Hi.
- How did you get in? - The door was open.
I'm sitting here organising Søren's papers.
This is his diary from our first trip to Tuscany.
He writes beautifully.
Perhaps that's a bit too personal.
I had a visit from Gry this morning.
But why?
I think your children want to come home.
Yes, and they will. But I must sort this out.
And... how are things going?
- We're going to Roskilde. - We?
Me and Johnny. He's hiding in the kitchen.
- Hi, Johnny. - Hi.
Come inside.
You know how these cases can drag out.
I thought...
- You might want to be briefed? - No need.
- Tell me if you want a hand. - It's just...
Søren's books for the university, and his clothes...
I'll drive the mobile office to Roskilde, then I'll be back.
I'd better get a move on, then.
So... It was nice of you to come.
- Say hi from me. - Yes.
The flowers!
Is there anything at all I can do for you?
No.
Yes. Don't tell the others how I'm feeling.
It's hard enough. If they start...
trampling around in my feminine sensitivities...
I couldn't handle that.
And especially not IP. He'd come around all the time.
Roskilde Police Station 09.30, Saturday March 25
Cheerio.
This is Søndergaard, the chief. Gaby, our record-keeper.
Welcome.
This may resemble a station, but it's really a boys' school.
So I see. May I sit here?
- Where's Fischer? - Car trouble. Mille's driving.
Let's get going.
Lights, Sørensen.
Ulla Englund, teacher. Turned 30 on Saturday.
Celebrated at Sagafjord, a harbour restaurant.
All guests insist she wouldn't disappear of her own free will.
She's a happy and popular girl.
Married to...
Bjørn.
Here with the children, Emilie...
And the son... Magnus.
Bjørn took the kids home around midnight.
Her parents took her home at 2.
They dropped her here 200 metres from her house.
No sign of her since.
The only positive aspect, if any,
is that the parents saw a red car parked here
when dropping her off.
It's lights went out quickly.
They didn't see the make.
We put out a bulletin on Monday to all media.
- Without any result. - Wasn't there an earring?
Yes.
That's right.
They found this earring here. Ulla wore it at the party.
So she made it that far on her way back to her house.
Everything points to the fact
that we're dealing with a crime committed by a stranger.
- All yours, IP. - Thanks.
We hope we can help you. LaCour takes the crime scene.
Interviews, Fischer. He's coming.
You're talking about Rome again?
I need to get away for a while.
Helene and I talked about going away for Easter.
She'd bring her au pair to look after the kids.
- Shouldn't I come too? - What do you mean?
Nothing.
- You're always busy. - I'm busy right now.
Ingrid's just buried her husband. Should I take leave now?
No, but first it was Nøddebo
and before that, something else and now it's Roskilde.
- Bjørn... - Any news?
Well... Is there somewhere we can...
Bjørn...
We're convinced your wife didn't disappear
of her own free will.
We're talking about a crime. We're treating it as homicide.
- So you... - It sounds brutal,
but no one commits a crime without leaving tracks.
- You left her around 12? - Yes.
The kids were tired and Ulla asked if I'd take them home.
I said yes.
We'd been celebrating since 7 that morning.
It had been such a... Iovely day.
Do you have that video you promised me?
- Bjørn filmed the party. - We took turns.
- I'd like it back. - Of course. We'll copy it.
What shall I tell the kids?
The first thing they ask is "Where's Mum?"
And it's the last thing they say at night.
Prepare them for her not coming back.
Yes.
We must plan this holiday.
With a man who hasn't got time to sleep with his wife?
Your point being?
We haven't slept together for seven weeks.
- Are you keeping score? - Yes.
Okay.
- Thomsen here. - It's me. Listen...
I'm calling because I need a holiday.
- What about America? - What?
- Perhaps an FBI course? - Bloody hell.
Interrogation techniques. We must move you upwards, eh?
If Mille lets you go.
I have to consider Ingrid too after her loss.
Won't she be returning soon?
Hopefully. Is it a deal?
- See you. - Yes.
He's talking promotion. I can't ask him now.
I'm sorry. Okay?
- Catch you later. Bye. - Bye.
Bye. See you.
Great girl.
My wife.
- Lucky you. - What would you know?
You don't know shit. So butt out!
All right.
He's in a hurry.
He's helping Ingrid with some boxes.
- We saw her. - How is she?
She's fine. She's packing and...
She's not coping at all.
I promised not to tell.
How can I work without a car?
I couldn't care less, as long as it's drivable.
I'm holding.
Car
Tomorrow? What time? Thanks a lot.
The video...
Scene of last sighting 12.30, Saturday March 25
She drops her earring here.
No signs of a struggle or...
that she was dragged along.
Or was lying down.
And here...
stiletto heels that stop... there!
She takes her shoes off. Right here.
She takes them in her hands.
And then...
I go back towards the red car. In my stockinged feet.
But why do I go back?
Is it someone I know?
- Is that Ulla? - Yes.
Hey?
- Who's that Romeo? - An immigrant teacher.
He was at the party. Got anything on him?
He's going for it. He's dancing like fucking Bud Spencer.
Here he is. His name's Maurice Azoulay.
Azoulay...
French passport.
Born in Morocco. Grew up in Denmark.
- When did he leave? - 15 minutes before Ulla.
Does he have an alibi?
He went home to bed.
Hello. I'm LaCour, Homicide.
- I'm Ulla's dad, Tom Petersen. - Yes.
Thanks for coming.
Was it up there the red car was parked?
Yes. We dropped her just there.
Why didn't you drive her home?
I've asked myself that question.
But she insisted on walking
even if she did complain about her stiletto heels.
I can get so angry with her
and with myself for not driving her the last few metres.
Could she have agreed to meet
the person in the red car?
Why?
- These things happen. - I can't imagine that.
But she insisted on getting out.
No, no, not Ulla. That's inconceivable.
- Is that all? - Yes, it is.
- IP here. - It's me.
- LaCour... - It doesn't stack up.
There are no signs of a struggle.
And...
There's something intimate about this.
- I think she knew the person. - Someone she'd agreed to meet?
Perhaps she waited for her parents to leave.
Right.
Could she have agreed to meet him?
- Maurice? - They danced all evening.
Let's check him out.
The Sagafjord Restaurant 14.45, Saturday March 25
- She was so happy. - Yes.
Remember her that way. She danced all night with...
- Maurice? - Yes, Maurice.
Yes.
- We didn't get a look-in. - I see.
- Excuse me. - What's he like?
Maurice?
He is...
He's lovely. I don't know what to say.
They're colleagues, Maurice and Ulla?
- And good friends. - Okay.
And no more than just friends?
No. She'd never do that.
No way. Not with the kids and Bjørn.
Are you sure?
Whose car is that?
The red one.
It's Skipper's. But he's never here so...
What's on your mind, Bodil? Something about Maurice?
He's got nothing to do with it. He's the sweetest guy I know.
But?
Skipper's wife studied with Ulla and Maurice
and Maurice uses their car.
I'm not saying he did Saturday night.
- He's got the key? - No.
I have.
The spare key is in the till.
Was the key here when you left Saturday?
No.
It wasn't there.
Red Opel Astra 1.6. Registration... Got a pen?
- Yes. - The number's OS 96605.
Great.
I'll now politely ask him to talk to us.
He'd be most welcome.
- Hi, Søndergaard. - Hi.
This is Maurice.
He may have used a red car Saturday night.
- Registration... - Yes.
Could Forensics check it out?
- Coffee? - Thank you.
Maurice Azoulay's helping us in our preventative youth work.
But who knows?
We need the car for a reconstruction when it's ready.
- You're moving fast. - Let's see.
- How's Ingrid going? - I don't really know.
I've called and emailed her, but she doesn't respond.
She may have gone away. Just a minute.
IP here. Hi, darling.
No, sorry. I won't be back tonight.
Saturday, March 25. The time's 20.08.
Interrogation of Maurice Azoulay
regarding Ulla Englund's disappearance.
DI Fischer present. My pronunciation's okay?
- Yes. - Fine.
Well...
Azoulay... Ulla's girlfriend Bodil tells me
that Ulla was fond of you.
- She visited you a few times? - Yes.
- Often? - Two or three times.
- Alone? - Yes, alone.
- Is it a sin to visit a colleague? - No.
Unless that colleague disappears without a trace.
Got a girlfriend?
That's none of the police's business.
You left the party in Skipper's red car?
Yes?
- Why didn't you say so earlier? - It wasn't important.
We were looking for a red car
but you didn't think it was important?
I wasn't out there.
- Why did you take the car? - To visit friends on Sunday.
You went straight home Saturday?
I'd like an answer.
I went straight home Saturday night.
Police reconstruction 20.50, Saturday March 25
Good evening. Thanks for coming.
Gaby Andreasen... Alice and Tom Petersen.
I know this is unpleasant, but we must get it right.
Gaby goes with you and sits where Ulla was sitting.
Drop her at the same spot.
- Can you manage? - Of course.
I'll sit in the other car. See if you recognise it.
In the back on the other side.
- You and Ulla left the party. - What?
According to Bodil you were gone for half an hour.
- We needed some fresh air. - Were you drunk?
No.
A bit.
You dance all night, then you go out for some air.
Am I wrong in presuming you wanted to kiss her?
It wasn't like that at all.
You were dancing close, she was happy, egging you on...
- Did you make a date for later? - No, I wasn't out there.
Perhaps without her knowledge?
You sat in the car working yourself up?
No.
Cut the lights when her parents showed?
You watched her walk down the road.
You called to her.
She climbed into the car. But she got cold feet.
She's married with kids and you think "What the hell?
"She's been coming on all night and now she plays chaste."
Things happen quickly. It's not your fault.
That's not the car. When she got out of the car...
I turned and looked back at her.
But I couldn't see her for the waiting car.
I could this time. I saw Gaby over the roof of the car.
It was a much bigger car.
- You get lots of pussy, eh? - Please stop.
- Did you fuck her first or... - Stop!
You've fucked all the others and now you wanted her.
But she wouldn't play ball.
It's damned annoying and you got angry, eh?
I was with a guy that evening.
I'm gay, damn you. Happy now?
Negative ID on the car.
Well, isn't this going well?
It's 21.45. Interrogation terminated.
We're finished. You can go.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
You sit there and abuse me and then you just say "sorry".
It's my job.
- You were hard on him. - I know.
- But he provoked me. - Is it because he's gay?
- What? - You're homophobic.
I'm not.
You suppress it without knowing it.
I don't like Jewish comics. Am I anti-Semitic?
You pay 100 kroner less for shoes here.
- What do you want them for? - Running.
- You can't run. - Hi. Is this a bad time?
I went to see Ingrid. She's in a bad state.
- You saw Ingrid? - She's worse than this morning.
You saw her this morning, too?
I'm sorry, IP. She feels like shit.
I wasn't to tell.
I've been asking every day and you said nothing!
- What's wrong with her? - I was helping her and...
one of your colleagues came.
Madsen...
He's investigating Søren's accident.
- Yes. - I'll go and see her.
Fischer, do you want to see Mille?
Too late.
- Sure? - Quite sure.
- Why don't you go with him? - Because it's too late now.
Typical Ulf.
He gives you leave, but does he give us extra staff?
So four people do the work of five.
You're sweet, IP. But you're too transparent.
They took a video of the birthday party.
A typical Danish girl with friends and family,
mother to two lovely kids.
I'll leave it here. Perhaps you'd look at it?
What about Madsen? What did he want?
They found the guy who ran Søren down.
At first he admitted it.
But later on he withdrew his confession.
He'll be released tomorrow. No forensic evidence.
How can I tell Tobias that a guilty man walks?
No...
- Here. - Thanks.
He'll find it hard to understand.
Hi, I'm home.
Hello!
Kirsten?
I thought you were staying in Roskilde.
- I had to see Ingrid. - How is she?
- Feeling bad. - Of course she is.
You've got shoes on. Get me some cigarettes.
- I thought you'd quit. - I've started up again. A bit.
- Please? - Okay.
I'll just go to the toilet.
- Yes? - IP's back.
- Are you expecting visitors? - No.
- There's a tray in the kitchen. - I was hoping I'd see you.
Who is it?
Ulf.
- I thought so. - It's not what you think.
Really?
He's constantly ringing to talk. He's lonely.
And afraid of his coming retirement.
Please!
I'm glad you came back so I could get rid of him.
- Did you cancel Ulf? - Yes, while you were out.
Call him back.
Tell him the coast is clear. I'll find a hotel room.
Tårnby Police Station 08.50, Sunday March 26
- Hi, Madsen. - Aren't you in Roskilde?
Officially. Where's the driver?
- Outside. - I'd like to see him.
- While you're not here? - Exactly.
What's going on? I'm being let out in an hour.
I knew the guy you hit.
I nabbed his radio but that's it.
Sadly for you he was married to a woman I value a lot.
But I couldn't care less about you.
As if I care.
These new guns we've got are a bit peculiar.
There's no manual safety catch.
Not even a click. Or any resistance.
Only a silent transition.
Look, I'm cocking it.
And the next thing... oops!
- You're splattered on the wall. - You're insane.
I'll claim self-defence.
You grabbed me, took the gun and it discharged.
It's a pity, but they'll believe me.
Got anything to say?
It was me.
I didn't mean to hit him, but he was just standing there!
If you pull a fast one, remember I'm out there.
I have no chance of forgetting you
because I work with that woman.
Every day I have to look at her and see how unhappy she is.
- Do you understand me? - Yes.
Madsen!
It was me. But it wasn't deliberate.
Who was that crazy geezer?
Who?
Søndergaard, you can't do this to me.
I said "a car".
- Would it pass an inspection? - It's seen better times.
- Yes, before the war. - This is emergency stock.
Are you calling me an emergency?
- You've been busy. - I checked all the red cars.
A red van has been seen.
Sunday morning at 3. Here!
- Three kilometres away. - Dutch numberplates...
- Spotted all over the place. - And the driver?
Two... A man and a younger woman.
- Could the woman be Ulla? - It's possible.
These police have a problem with cars. Where is it?
- When was it last seen? - Yesterday. South of town.
Amazing.
- That's enough. Enough! - I'll get another one.
- Hi, there. - How are things?
- Just a moment, darling. - I can't hear.
I've had an idea.
- Do you still want to travel? - Of course.
Victor and I could come with you to New York.
- We could stay with Helene. - Is that wise?
Listen, darling, I'll ring you later.
Please open the door. It's the police.
IP here.
Thanks. What's the local force doing?
Fischer spotted the couple in the red van.
- And the girl? - Definitely not Ulla.
- Ingrid? - Hi.
Good to see you.
Welcome back.
- You left this. - Nice of you to return it.
I've watched it back and forth five times.
It looks like any other party video
but it's much more.
It looks as if the camera was passed around.
When the husband Bjørn is out of view and he's filming
what's he looking at?
Bjørn filmed 14 minutes of his wife dancing with another man.
This is a portrait of a very jealous husband.
Jealous enough to kill her?
Ulla may very well have got home that night
and Bjørn was waiting for her.
Are you saying she walked home in stockinged feet?
She took her shoes off.
She'd been dancing all night and wanted a warm footbath.
Good grief!
Oh, well. I need to break them in first.
- Any news of Ulla? - No, I'm afraid not.
What now?
I'd like to introduce myself. Ingrid Dahl...
I've been away but I'm back in charge now.
Yesterday it was someone else. I hope you keep tabs.
Lovely plot.
- Did you fix it up? - Yes. Together with Ulla.
May I have a look around?
Go right ahead.
I have a few questions.
Yes.
Since my report, I've answered questions
from four different officers.
It's about your report.
You thought Ulla was at your in-laws'
but found out she was dropped off late at night?
Yes.
- Then you called the police? - Yes.
- That's my problem. - Why?
- She wasn't back home. - No, but had it been me
I'd have been afraid something had happened on the way.
- That she was lying out there. - I went out looking. Later.
Bath salts.
She goes over here.
Facing forwards.
Like this.
He could have come in without her noticing.
She'd danced with Maurice. Did you call him?
No.
You didn't think she might be at his place?
With him? She's not like that.
Neither was my husband.
But if he vanished after dancing all night with a woman
I'd call her before the police.
- But you didn't do that? - No.
Because you knew where she was?
What are you implying?
- That I'm involved? - Am I implying that?
I thought I was saying it straight out.
- Are you from the police? - Yes, I am.
- What are you doing? - You found your way?
If you have no more questions I'd like to tend to my kids.
- Your colleague's waiting. - Yes.
Come on, darling. We'll see what Magnus is up to.
I think you're right.
I went in too hard.
It was stupid of me.
Anyway, I think you're right.
After some very good work by the police
they've found the red van.
Driven by a Dutch photographer, with a female model.
They told me they'd talked to Ulla.
They take photographs and sell hash.
They're not squeaky-clean and Saturday they got lost.
They saw Ulla and she helped them.
- Guess what else. - What?
They saw Ulla walk back to the house and go in.
Perfect.
- 3811. Whose number is that? - Her girlfriend Bodil.
- His own number is not there. - Any luck?
We've got his mobile calls from Sunday before noon
while he was tidying up.
He made lots of calls to family and friends.
Probably to check on Ulla.
- But... - His number's not there.
He doesn't call home. Not once.
Why didn't he call to check if Ulla was there?
Because he knew she wasn't.
Not bad.
My next question...
- You know the area? - Intimately.
Where would you dump a body? You're here!
Your kids are asleep and you've got...
a maximum of half an hour.
Thanks.
Out by the weir.
They've found a body. It may be her.
A woman in a plastic bag.
Yes. He could have done it in half an hour.
It's Ulla. Strangled with her own stocking.
We'll pick him up.
I've been lucky on this case. First it was Azoulay,
then I get a Ford Escort instead of a car
and now I'm a passenger.
- Are you okay? - His car's gone.
I'm afraid something's wrong with my son-in-law.
I spoke to him half an hour ago.
He sounded incoherent. He said you'd been here.
Tom.
We agreed I'd look after the kids, but they're gone.
- I searched the house. - Tom...
We've found Ulla.
Yes. She's dead.
Yes.
That piece of information...
I'd expected it.
So that was what you talked to him about.
No wonder he appeared so confused.
He doesn't know.
Why did you come, then?
You think he did it.
He's got the children.
Where could they have gone?
A special place?
Here. Share it with Magnus.
I love wine gums.
Here.
What are you doing, Dad?
P12, P12. We need assistance in Boserup Forest.
Meet us at Blsbakke Street and...
Boserup.
What are we doing?
Dad?
Daddy, listen to me.
We'll just sit here.
Dad, what are you waiting for?
There!
- Stop! - Open up.
Open up!
Stay there.
Come to Grandad. Come here.
- I'm sorry, Tom. - Come on, boy.
The way...
she hung around his neck.
She'd been with him.
I was sure she'd been with him.
When she eventually got home...
She took her stockings off.
She...
She thought I was being silly.
She had her back turned.
I took her stockings and...
The bag was in the garage.
Can you give me a lift?
No, I can't. I'm going to Køge.
I see. I thought you'd moved out.
I promised Mette I'd help her with some accounts.
She's not going to England?
No, she realised it wasn't on.
I haven't seen the boys for a whole week.
- But I could drop you off. - No, I'll work something out.
I could drop by later.
Why?
To check the shelves.
We've moved back home.
It's not up for discussion.
- I don't need to cook, then? - Have you ever?
- Hi, Mum. - Tobias.
Hi, darling. It's great to have you two back.
It's great you're back at work.
I wouldn't mind a normal job
in any old boring police station.
- Drop Homicide? - And always be home?
- So we could be together. - You're too cool for that.
- You're the coolest mum ever. - Yes.
Bjørn Englund later withdrew his confession.
He was charged with his wife's murder and the attempted murder of his children.
Because of a lack of forensic evidence the jury acquitted him of his wife's murder, but he was given a 5-year suspended sentence for the attempted murder of his children.