Request for Assistance A-17/00
Blåvands Huk 09.12, Thursday April 6
It's the police! Your driver's licence, please.
Good morning.
- Oh, my God. - What?
Oh, my God. Just feel this.
What's that? Something's wrong there, eh?
- Emergency. - Something terrible's happened.
Yes?
Go to a holiday cottage in Bordrup.
What's your name? Hello...
It was an accident.
Esbjerg Police Station 09.20, Thursday April 6
- LaCour... - Kr gholt.
Hi, Kr gholt.
- Enjoying your vacation? - Some of us certainly are.
We got an anonymous call
about a murder at a cottage near you.
It might be a false alarm but could you check it out?
- Of course. - Great.
- And the address? - 8 Plantage Road.
Bordrup Plantage Road 09.41, Thursday April 6
Hello?
Anyone home?
- How the hell did you get in? - I came another way.
LaCour... Look at this.
Somebody's cut themselves.
That's a nasty cut.
Hi, Kr gholt. LaCour here.
Send the whole team in.
We've found a girl. Cold as ice.
UNIT ONE
Episode 7
Our summerhouse is a bit cosier.
Something wrong?
It's a bit early in the morning for that sort of thing.
Hello, Kr gholt.
Ingrid Dahl's on her way. It's all yours now.
- Pardon me? - You're the experts, right?
- We're on holiday. - Why didn't you stay at home?
Martin's your local liaison.
Does our little girlfriend have a name?
- We found a Medicare card. - And?
Ditte Andersen... 22 years old.
Will you tell Mille or must I?
- The pleasure's all yours. - Thanks.
- Hi, darling. - Listen...
You've got the case, eh?
- How did you know? - Aren't we on holiday?
I'm sorry, I couldn't avoid it. I'll be home as soon as I can.
Bye.
Esbjerg Central Hospital 13.49, Thursday April 6
- Gentlemen! - Boysen.
I hear you're on vacation.
Her grandma's waiting to identify her.
Thank you.
So Ditte's parents live in Greenland?
I promised to look after her but...
Ditte's always had a will of her own.
- What do you mean? - A bit headstrong.
But after she met Flemming she changed completely.
He's such a good boy.
Probably an axe. Three blows.
Two with the flat of the blade and one with the edge
which almost split the left side of her face.
When did she die?
Lividity indicates 36 hours ago. Plus or minus two.
That makes it Tuesday between 16.00 and 20.00?
- Between 20.00 and 24.00. - Of course.
Her stomach shows traces of pills.
- Stesolid? - Yes.
- Is Ingrid coming? - Yes, later.
How is she?
- I don't know. Are we done? - No.
Our Ditte girl was going to be a Ditte mum.
There are signs of early pregnancy.
See you later.
Mille here. I can't get to the phone.
Leave a message.
Hi, darling. Do you want me to bring anything home?
Call me when you get this. Bye.
- Are you okay? - Yes.
Let's get out of here.
Esbjerg Police Station 14.53, Thursday April 6
- How's Esbjerg? - I've just arrived.
- With Ingrid. - Is she okay?
- Who's the pixie? - That's Martin.
He's a detective. I met him in Copenhagen.
- Why? - Do you fancy having dinner?
I can't. I'm busy. How about tomorrow?
- I'll be gone by then. - Drat.
- Where's Ingrid? - At the station.
Morning.
- Hasn't IP arrived? - Yes, he's here.
Martin, what do we know about the deceased?
She was part of the local pub scene.
She drank, took pills, hash, speed and so on.
She'd been arrested for shoplifting,
some minor fencing, breaking and entering...
Morning.
Oh, there you are. My, my...
- Did she rent the cottage? - No, it was broken into.
- Boyfriends? - I spoke to her gran.
- Ditte lived with Flemming. - Flemming?
- Mean anything? - Flemming Bagge Hansen?
- "A good boy" grandma said. - That can't be him.
- Where do we find him? - He's on the wanted list.
- He escaped from prison. - What was he in for?
A shooting incident.
Mille here. I can't get to the phone. Leave a message.
Flemming is impulsive. He acts without thinking.
Yes, you're right.
The cottage is full of Flemming Bagge Hansen's fingerprints.
This guy.
Perhaps we should intensify the search.
It's a question of whether we can get up here.
- Oh, this is not easy. - Ditte! Ditte!
I'm sorry. I thought you were my girlfriend.
That's okay.
That won't do it. Do you want a hand?
- Shall I give you a hand? - No, thanks. I'll be all right.
Do you live close by?
Just up there.
There.
- Thanks. - Shall I help...
- I'm fine. - I can push this one.
No, thanks.
There you are, little fellow.
What are you doing here?
What about a cup of coffee?
- No, I have to tuck him in. - I can do that.
- Shall I tuck you in? - No.
I'll make the coffee.
Your hair's lovely. Did you know that?
I'm not dangerous!
Hey! What the hell are you doing in my house?
Call somebody!
- Lie down, damn you! - They're too tight!
Give it to me.
I've got Flemming in my house. Come now!
- That's me! - Now, I said!
- You let him in? - I should have fucked her.
Quiet!
No harm done.
Call home.
Kirsten's called three times.
- I don't want to interfere... - Thanks.
Forensics is checking his shoes and clothes for blood.
Are we charging him?
Come on. The cottage is covered in his prints.
Not yet. He's an escapee. We can keep him indefinitely.
Will you start with him?
- What about a fag? - No.
Come on, man.
You've just attacked my colleague's wife.
- He attacked me. - Yeah.
April 6 at 17.50. Interrogation of Flemming Bagge Hansen.
IP Jørgensen present.
- Tell me about Ditte. - Ditte?
She's my girlfriend.
- Where have you been recently? - In Sweden, looking for work.
Why did you kill Ditte?
- What are you talking about? - You heard me.
But Ditte isn't dead.
He kicked me, man.
He cuffed me and then he kicked me.
Is that legal?
Is this a bad time?
- That's a nasty cough. - Yes.
- How are things? - It could be him.
I was thinking of you.
I'm fine.
Ingrid...
I'm here if you need me.
May I call you when you get back?
Yes.
Call an ambulance. What happened?
Did he get run over by a bus?
Get home safely.
Stop crying. It's all over now.
I'm sorry, Mille.
I don't know what got into me.
- Are you okay? - You keep asking. Yes.
You'd tell me if you weren't, right?
I'm okay.
The train's leaving.
Yes.
He collapsed during questioning.
Remember in Internal Affairs,
the guy who ran amok when his wife was called a whore?
You recall our recommendation?
Termination of employment.
Damn it, Ingrid.
I didn't have my gun on me.
- He had a flick-knife on Mille. - That's not the point.
Did you kick him after you'd cuffed him?
I want an arrest report with every detail.
- How many copies? - One.
- What about Ulf? - I'll decide when I've read it.
Can I go now?
This is a complete mess.
Yes.
Thanks a lot. Talk to you later.
They're trying to stem the bleeding.
Four broken ribs, a perforated lung...
I'm late.
How sure are you of the time of death?
Tuesday, between 20.00 and 24.00?
- Very sure. - Why?
I talked to Ditte's grandma again.
She gives Flemming an alibi for Tuesday night.
He worked on her kitchen.
Well, that's your department. I'll call you, Ingrid.
She's old. Could she be wrong?
Perhaps.
But she'll make a convincing witness for the defence.
She's a sweet old lady.
And she's very fond of Flemming.
Every time he visits he gives her one of these.
She wouldn't tell him her tummy can't take them.
So we're welcome to them.
That's mine!
We do have the right guy, don't we?
I'm not sure.
Ditte's death came as a surprise to him.
We're doing well, aren't we?
And the anonymous tip-off?
The call was logged,
but it was from a stolen mobile.
Damn.
We've got to find her.
Noller!
- You can't come here. - What a damned mess!
Go home!
- Did you call the cops? - No.
They found her at the cottage. Somebody called them. You!
It wasn't me. I swear.
They've nabbed Flemming.
Shit, man.
You could see her brain. You could see the lot.
Her head was split in two. Chop! Chop!
- We must tell them the truth. - We're telling no one!
Or you'll be next, you bloody cow!
- What do you fancy? - What do you mean?
There's Chinese, Mexican or Josef's at the Music House.
He's expensive, but good. Shall I book?
Could we do this some other time?
Of course.
- Anything wrong? - It would just suit me better.
Free?
- What? - Well...
- You had something on. - And I still do.
- Ingrid here. - Hi, Mum.
- Hi, Tobias. - Søren used to call now?
- Yes. - Do you miss him?
- What's on in the background? - The TV.
- A rental? - No.
- It's not a splatter film? - No.
- Liar... - No.
You're a bad boy.
- I can't wait to get home. - We're doing okay, Mum.
I know.
- Tobias? - Yes.
- Thanks for calling. - Good night.
Here we are.
Feast your eyes.
Sweet-and-sour prawns,
chicken on skewers, vegetables in oyster sauce...
Gaby.
And Martin?
- He must learn to cope. - And Johnny?
- No clean plates? - I doubt it.
So it's cartons for the ladies.
- Red or white? - That's great.
What the hell, man?
One of our old national heroes!
Is there an old boys' match here in Esbjerg?
- Afraid of bird crap? - Better than losing the hair.
You win! A draft beer, please.
- Do you still play? - No, I stopped.
You're Johnny Olsen!
- What's your name? - Susie.
- "Sucking Susie." - Cut it out, Bimme.
She's feeling a bit down.
It was her best girlfriend... they found in the cottage.
Maybe you should comfort her.
She's a goer.
Well... Susie.
- Can I buy you a drink? - Thanks.
Can I ask you something?
That stuff...
about you sensing things, seeing things...
I went back to the cottage yesterday.
But why?
I just had to. And Flemming was there.
- Was that fear or intuition? - Fear is of no use.
I saw these images of Mille being in danger.
Your conscience was punishing you
for neglecting your family.
But it was your intuition that made you go home.
Oh.
Okay.
- Good morning. - Did you write the report?
No, I'm not a machine.
Listen.
Yesterday I was on holidays when my wife was attacked.
And I have a small criminal case on.
- We all have our crosses. - In triplicate?
I didn't say that. I just want it today.
You'll have it.
- Good morning. - Hi.
Ready...
Did you check on the pills we found?
- Stolen from the hospital. - Stolen?
Probably an employee. No sign of a break-in.
- Oh. - Gaby?
Sunnies and the lot today.
Are we in your way, Johnny?
No, I was looking for fuses.
We've got a list of calls made by Ditte on Tuesday night.
There are lots of calls to the anonymous caller's phone.
I called it. It's on, but there's no answer.
Maybe your number has to be recognised before they answer?
- That's possible. - Sorry for butting in.
I talked to someone yesterday who said...
the murdered woman Ditte
had a boyfriend before that guy Flemming.
- And? - A guy called Noller.
Dead jealous of Flemming and Ditte.
- Noller? - Jens Arnold Jørgensen. Scum.
- That sounds right. - Where did you get your info?
- Around town. - Be a bit more specific.
A girlfriend of Ditte's.
- Does she have a name? - Susie. She works in a pub.
- She couldn't get... - Sucking Susie.
- That's what they call her. - And did she, Johnny?
- Fischer! - Yes.
- Go and talk to Susie. - I'll talk to Susie.
What was it she couldn't get? That woman... Susie?
Why Noller would visit Flemming and Ditte at the cottage.
Him being so jealous.
- Could he be a dealer? - Easily.
- Any contacts at the hospital? - I don't know.
Ingrid! Got a minute?
- What's your problem? - Fischer.
A doctor's checked Flemming.
He's been kicked while lying on his stomach
with his hands behind him, handcuffed.
Flemming's lawyer is ready to go public.
I told him about the knife threat and that he resisted arrest.
He couldn't care less. Regretfully he's right.
It doesn't change the fact he was kicked after the arrest.
- We don't know that for sure. - I see. That's your view?
I've asked Fischer for his version.
- I'll decide then. - That's not enough.
I had to assure the lawyer
of a full inquiry.
And as such, I've had to inform Ulf.
He's on his way. I'm really sorry.
For Fischer too.
Interview of witness 09.50, Friday April 7
Ditte loved Flemming.
She was a bit wild Grab these.
She wanted action when she was drinking and smoking.
Things really got moving. You'd know, wouldn't you?
There!
Sweet dreams. See you later.
She liked Flemming's lawlessness.
He wasn't dull. He was off his head.
It must have been dull out there alone.
They played mum and dad. She was pregnant.
She asked him to serve his time so they could be a family.
But he was afraid to do that.
- Why? - He feared she wouldn't wait.
And wouldn't she have?
Ditte had ants in her pants and he knew it.
- What's with this Noller guy? - Noller? He's a psychopath.
Ditte's ex. He flipped when she left him.
Flipped? How so?
He went out of control.
So why would he visit them at the cottage?
Maybe he was no longer jealous because he had a new girlfriend?
- Hadn't he? - Yeah.
- What's her name? - Her name's Karen.
She's ancient. 40 at least.
- She works at the hospital? - I don't know.
Where do I find Noller?
He deals down at the train station.
Ingrid.
It's Fischer. Listen here.
Noller's contact at the hospital is Karen, a 40-year-old.
- What else, apart from Karen? - She didn't know.
- I'm off to the station. - Why?
Noller hangs out down there.
- Okay. Thank you. - You're welcome.
Noller's contact at the hospital is Karen. She's about 40.
Easy to find.
- Hi. - Ulf called me.
Ulf? What did he want?
To ask what happened at the house.
- What did you tell him? - The truth.
That...
that psychopath threatened me with a knife
and that you had to kick him to the floor.
- Mille, it wasn't necessary. - Yes, it was.
The problem is, he didn't believe me.
- He's on his way to see you. - Okay.
See you!
- Karen Kj'r Johansen? - Yes.
LaCour, Unit One. Can we talk somewhere?
Well, yes.
Esbjerg Railway Station 11.05, Friday April 7
Ten. I need ten.
Hi, Noller.
- What's this? - Got the time?
- Quarter past 11. - Right, and you're under arrest.
Karen, do you know Noller?
- That doesn't ring a bell. - I see.
- What about Ditte? - Ditte?
No...
- You do read the papers? - Yes.
About the woman they found in that cottage.
I found her.
Killed with an axe. Her head was split open.
It was an awful sight. That was Ditte.
- But you don't know her? - No.
Feel free to answer it.
Our mobiles shouldn't be on in here.
Just as well you told me. Here I am with my mobile.
I just called you.
Karen.
You called and reported Ditte Andersen's murder. Right?
Noller, do you know why you're here?
It's not because of drugs. I don't care.
I want to talk about Ditte and Flemming.
Did you visit them at the cottage?
What's wrong?
It was me.
- What was you? - I killed Ditte.
How?
With an axe.
I hit her three times with an axe.
The last blow split her head open.
What then?
- What? - Where did you hide her?
- In the garden? - I don't think so.
- I did. - I don't believe you.
I saw it myself.
Her head was split open.
Her face...
was...
Noller was at your place Tuesday night?
You phoned the cottage lots of times.
- What did you talk about? - They talked to Noller mostly.
Ditte and Flemming were drunk and high and...
Ditte wanted Flemming to turn himself in, but he doubted her.
I took the mobile and Flemming asked
"Will Ditte wait for me?"
And you said?
He shouldn't count on it.
Ditte was too good for him.
Flemming called half an hour later.
He described in gory detail how he'd killed her.
He asked Noller to help him move the body.
Noller flipped out completely.
You see, Noller's not...
He's not well.
No one's ever looked after him.
But you did.
Yes.
He gave you a mobile to run your business.
I've never made money on it.
He got it into his head that he'd killed Ditte.
We found her on the beach, not in the garden.
That's what I said.
We didn't find her there. We found her in the bathroom.
I don't think you were in the house at the time.
Your fingerprints are everywhere but in the bathroom.
Yes.
Who did it, then? Was it Flemming?
No.
I don't know.
The time's 13.32. Interview terminated.
Someone will come for you.
Let's pick Flemming up.
He's not that poorly.
- Hello, Ingrid. - Hello.
I thought that when our little family had problems
you'd turn to me and not let me hear it from others.
- Flemming? - Was I wrong?
We don't know if there is a problem.
After reading Fischer's report
I'd have considered contacting you.
- Where is it? - It's not ready.
Not ready?
Don't you understand what this is about?
It's our job to investigate police misconduct.
But who's investigating ours?
No one!
No one must be able to point a finger!
- Have you sent for Flemming? - Yes.
IP?
- Is he still in hospital? - No, he's in a cell now.
- Hi, Ulf. - Sit down.
I said, sit down!
Idiot.
Should I turn this on?
I too was wild at your age.
I had but one thought. To catch the guy.
I didn't care about his "tough childhood".
I still don't.
- This is a bit different. - Listen.
I'd thought of you as my successor.
That's out of the question now.
- I'll quit. - You'll stay put.
This is not just about our feelings.
We're the ambassadors of the chief of police.
I talked to your wife.
She confirms that the psychopath...
What's his name?
- Flemming. - Yes.
He got the kick marks when you fought him for the knife.
And your report will say so. Am I right?
- Am I right? - Yes.
If his lawyer comes after us
we'll break him and smash him to pieces, okay?
Well.
I'll inform Kr gholt. I'm off to Ärhus.
- Say hi to the others. - Yes.
I'll go out this way.
Good luck.
By the way... That FBI course is cancelled.
- I see you haven't left. - No. I changed my mind.
Is Sucking Susie the attraction?
Listen...
You don't think anything happened?
- Did it? - No.
- We're not a couple, are we? - No.
- But a meal together is okay? - Yes.
- But it has to be at Josef's. - I see.
- It's on you. - On me?
I want the works. Entree, dessert
and coffee, cognac and a big cigar.
As long as you pay for the cigar.
Out, Flemming.
Hey, stop him!
I'd describe him as dangerous. We've alerted all manpower.
- Is he armed? - Yes, he probably is.
I appeal to anyone who sees him to contact us.
Kr gholt, is it possible he may strike again?
Bagge Hansen is unpredictable, so avoid direct confrontation.
Yes.
Fine.
We've got him. He robbed a petrol station.
- He took some sweets. - Nothing else?
I'll go. Fischer, stay here.
Sweets?
- Chocolate? - He can't be that stupid.
Home of Agnes Andersen 21.50, Friday April 7
- Second floor. Right or left? - Left.
There he is.
LaCour here. He's at her grandma's.
We're here now. Okay.
They'll be here in five. We're to wait.
You're... having some chocolate.
- Have some. - No.
- Chocolate and coffee too. - Watch the cups.
Sit down, Gran!
- Where are you going? - Upstairs.
- What are you trying to prove? - I'm going up.
Ten men who are better at this than you are on their way.
Can you forgive me?
For what?
For...
what happened at the cottage.
What do you mean?
On Tuesday...
Tuesday? You were here doing my kitchen cupboards.
No, that was Monday.
Was it?
She said she'd wait for me.
But I could tell that it wasn't true.
Was it you who killed her, Flemming?
Everything went...
everything went black before my eyes.
How could you do it?
I was going to be a great-grandma.
- Shut up! Got any cash? - No.
Where are Fischer and LaCour?
Have they gone insane? I'll give them two minutes.
Do you hear something?
Leave it.
Bastards!
Drop it! Drop it!
On your stomach.
All the way.
- Look after the gun, Kr gholt. - What were you thinking?
What was that about?
What? Did you need to show you're a good cop after all?
I don't know.
Did you need to show you're a good cop after all?
I guess so.
Good night.
According to section 1 paragraph 69 of the penal code, Flemming Bagge Hansen was sentenced to confinement in a psychiatric hospital for an indefinite period.