Request for Assistance A-19/00
Hi, Mum.
- What? - It suits you.
Oh, my hair? Thanks.
- What are you doing? - Our bills.
How did you work that out?
You must give them to me.
This one's overdue.
- What would I do without you? - Angora shrinks!
What's so funny?
Tobias!
- He has to learn. - Not with my clothes.
We must work together.
He just loads the washer. I pre-sort it.
- He watched Søren do it. - But he's not Søren.
He's Tobias. And he's twelve years old.
- Ingrid. - Ulf here.
I know it's late but we've got another one.
- May I come by? - Okay.
I'm sorry for barging in.
I got the call while I was at my elderly mother's.
She's 87 and lives alone in a big house.
It could have been her.
The attack happened at about a quarter past 9.
He wore a hood and cut the phone line.
The victim was, as before, an old woman living alone.
Asta Frederiksen. 77 years old.
She woke up with him in her room.
He stopped her from screaming by taping up her mouth.
He beat her up twice.
Ripped the tape off and vanished.
She lay there for an hour.
Her phone was, of course, dead. She went to a neighbour.
A doctor says the blows could have been fatal.
I didn't take him seriously.
The first incident was in May 1998.
An old lady, a man with a hood...
and the jokers asking if she'd enjoyed it.
I'm sorry to say it, but we laughed.
The second time was 18 months later.
He bound his victim, debased her and robbed her.
It's getting worse.
Tonight he totally ran amok.
Next time he'll murder.
There won't be a next time.
UNIT ONE
- Why not use your key? - You may not be alone.
I need some clothes.
Episode 8
Then I'm off to Woop Woop to catch a psychopath
who's going after old ladies.
What a strange preference! Old ladies...
IP, we need to talk.
- Oh? About what? - You can't keep living in hotels.
I manage.
Ulf? With whom I have to work...
Couldn't you have used more imagination?
You should move back home. I'm moving out.
To Ulf's? I must say, you two are in a hurry.
I'm moving in with Lise. I need time to think.
We've been the best of friends for 32 years.
I'm late.
Goodbye.
Central Hospital, Holbæk 08.45, Saturday May 6
He's hit her here... and here.
- With what? - His hands.
He kicked her here. After the rape.
Any higher, it would have been her kidneys and murder.
- Was there penetration? - Yes. And we've got his DNA.
She had not been sexually active for years.
He must have got blood on him.
How is she?
Fine, under the circumstances. She'll pull through.
- It's nice. - What is?
- Your hair. - Oh, yes.
Listen, Ingrid. That dinner...
- Tonight? - I'm seeing my kids.
Sure. How are they coping? After Søren...
Great.
- Hi, Jan. - Hello, Helene.
- This is Ingrid. - Helene Fenger, psychologist.
- Specialist profiler. - Thanks for coming.
- So, who is he? - Look at this.
- He was very violent. - Yes, very.
The question is, was it necessary because she was fighting him?
Or does he have a sadistic behavioural pattern?
He was in full control and well organised.
I'm seeing Mrs Frederiksen.
- Want a lift to the station? - Yes, thanks.
Chief of Police Ingrid Dahl, Unit One.
- I'm leading the investigation. - A woman?
- Anders. - Hi.
Fancy them asking such a lovely girl to do such a job.
You said you didn't know the attacker.
- Have you thought it over? - He was wearing a hood.
What about his voice? Did that tell you anything?
- You said he talked like us. - Yes, he did.
Mum's saying he talked like us folk on the point.
I have to ask you, Asta, if you resisted?
I know this is very unpleasant.
- We need to find him. - Of course she resisted.
Look at her!
Anders! Please go and find a vase for the flowers.
Close the door.
I didn't do anything. I was so afraid.
Why do you think he hit you?
He said that old women loved getting...
He used a very bad word.
I told him to leave me alone.
He put that stuff over my mouth.
The tape?
Then he hit me because he said I was full of lies.
Afterwards...
He pulled it off.
And asked if I'd liked it.
I cried.
Then he kicked me.
And said he couldn't stand women who cried.
Holbæk Police Station 09.55, Saturday May 6
- Did you come with Johnny? - No, by train. I'm Gaby.
- I called to give you a lift. - I was at home.
- I called a few times. - I was feeding the chooks.
What the hell kept you?
- How's Mille? - All right. No problems.
- Did you clear the air? - Yes. Where were you?
No matter. I'm here now.
And isn't this a cosy town?
Holb'k's a lovely town. Didn't you live here once?
- Didn't you say so? - Did I?
Did you live in a classy area or was it down-market?
In the country.
- In a mill somewhere? - No, damn it. In a house.
- Big? - You could say that.
What makes people move away from Holb'k...
Excuse me, is this a quiz? Can I win something?
Hi, Thomas.
- Hi. How are you? - I'm fine, and you?
Great.
- I've followed your career. - And I yours.
- Impressive... - I don't know.
- Do you still live here? - Yes. In the house.
- Hi. Allan Fischer. - Helene Fenger.
- You work here too? - I'll be profiling for you.
Fascinating.
Then we'll be seeing a bit of each other.
- Where do you know her from? - From the old days.
Yes, but how old and how well?
Shut up.
- We've had another report. - What?
- It happened a year ago. - In the Ullerup area?
I think it's about here.
That's in the vicinity.
Well. I'd like to welcome members of Unit One.
This is the third time we've asked for help
and hopefully it's the last.
IP is the only one who was here the last time.
And we're still talking about the grand job you did for us.
We did 100 interviews, 19 DNA tests,
men we can eliminate this time.
Pleased to see you. Ingrid...
We're talking three, perhaps four rapes
similar enough for us to think they're serial crimes.
Everybody around here is scared.
Some of you may have a mother or such living alone.
- Any news from her? - My grandma...
After seeing it on TV she couldn't sleep so...
she called me in the night thinking she'd heard noises.
I had to go and stay with her.
How many calls have you had during the night?
In all, 43. Many from other towns.
Overseas research of serial offenders shows
they commit the first crime furthest from their home.
That's this one. The next one's closer.
Closer still.
Which makes us think that our man lives in...
Udby.
We'll bunker down there. Let's start.
The crime scene, LaCour. Interviews, Fischer.
All reports to Gaby. IP...
- The rest. - And finally...
The press will hound us. This sells papers.
We'll use them, not vice versa.
So, all statements to the press go through me.
Enjoy.
Well... Were you in therapy with her?
We've had a report of an old rape case.
Hanne Winther, 79... Will you see her?
79 years old? Why not?
Hi, Anders. I'm surprised to see you.
The boy shouldn't suffer.
- How's your mother? - Well...
Bloody hell...
- They'll get him. - Yes.
Maybe.
Look. They've brought all their gear along.
Isn't that Johnny Olsen?
- That's Johnny Olsen! - Yes, it is. Hey!
Why hit them?
He can't express himself any other way.
There's some pent-up rage that needs airing.
Maybe he still lives with his parents
or with a mum who keeps him at an infantile stage.
- A son hidden away out here? - That's possible.
- How do you know LaCour? - We were a couple once.
Okay.
- What happened? - Well, it just ended.
- Johnny's here already. - I got hold of him earlier.
He must have left Copenhagen just as you got on the train.
If anyone asks, I came by train.
- Why? - They'll start talking.
- I drove you before. - It's different now.
- Is it? - Isn't it?
You were lovely this morning.
- Will you be back tonight? - I'm going to Skagen.
But you'll be back?
Hi.
We're holding our annual fete for the benefit of the club.
- May we have your autograph? - Sure.
- Here. - Thanks.
Crime scene 12.10, Saturday May 6
- You've finished? - Yes.
The others have gone home. I have to get some sleep.
- How did he cut the phone? - Like before.
At the junction box on the road. Very professional.
- She ran to that neighbour? - Yes, across the field.
Could you brief me?
Sure.
- Were the curtains drawn? - Yes.
The lights weren't on.
He used a screwdriver to get in. Relatively simple job.
We found imprints from clogs here.
Fibres from his red socks here and traces of talc on the door.
As before, he was wearing rubber gloves.
She was lying here. We're testing the bedding.
- It didn't look good. - Why did she sleep here?
Possibly to be close to the toilet.
- Will you lock up? - Yes.
He didn't go upstairs?
No, only in the hallway and where she slept.
- He didn't try any other doors? - No.
Draw your own conclusions. I'll report to you when I wake up.
Good luck.
I come in.
It's dark. Perhaps I have a torch.
And yet...
I walk straight towards that door.
Why don't I go that way?
Because I know she's sleeping in there.
I've been here before.
I'm getting close to the bed.
- Yes? - LaCour.
- I need you back here. - Why?
- I've found some tape. - I don't believe it.
A possible escape route via the woods and tyre tracks.
I'm on my way.
Interview of previous victim 13.05, Saturday May 6
Hello, my name's Fischer and I'm from...
I'm from Unit One. Homicide.
Hanne Winther?
May I come in?
Mrs Winther, you asked us to come.
- Are you from the police? - Yes, I am.
- Why aren't you in uniform? - Homicide don't wear uniforms.
Thanks.
I'll just squeeze in here.
I'm glad you're not in uniform.
- What do you mean? - He might have seen you enter.
He mustn't know we've spoken.
You're welcome to an apple.
Thanks.
He raped me.
Yes.
He was wearing a hood, like with the others.
And he cut my phone line.
Did you read about it in the papers?
I've kept all the cuttings.
- When did it happen? - I can tell you exactly.
It was just after the full moon in June.
He said
I should take my dentures out.
I bit him.
I don't know
if I hurt him.
- It wasn't very nice, eh? - No.
Afterwards I didn't feel so good
for a long time.
Up until Christmas.
But why did you wait so long to report it?
Will he know that I've reported him?
You know him?
- Will he know? - I promise you, he won't.
- Who is he? - Per the postman.
- But he was wearing a hood. - I recognised his smell.
And his eyes.
And you're quite sure?
His language points to public schooling.
- I'll note that. - This is for you.
- Helene, you're a local? - Yes.
- Hanne Winther. Describe her. - Sweet, crazy and a loner.
- And the postman? - Did she point to him?
- Who's the postman? - He lives with his mum.
He fits. Introverted, no social contacts...
What's your view of Hanne?
She is... At first I thought she'd read too many papers.
- But she's got some details... - Thanks.
Spot on.
Hanne's phone line was cut last June.
- Like in the other cases. - Let's check the mail!
IP?
- Trine DalgŦrd, journalist. - Allan Fischer.
- You're hiding out here? - Yes.
- Any special reason? - Only Ingrid talks to the press.
- You're busy? - As always.
- IP? Are you staying here? - Yes.
- At the inn? - Yes.
See you.
Yes.
What's wrong with me?
First LaCour meets an old flame and...
then she slobbers all over you.
- She's nice. - Yes.
- Are we blushing? - Cut it out.
- I'm through to the post office. - Ingrid Dahl, Unit One.
Hi. Great place!
- Impressive. - Just a moment.
You know my door is open unless it's closed.
Just tell me what you're doing here.
- I'll call you. - I've come 100 kilometres!
I'll call.
- Promise? - Yes.
Excuse me. I just want to know about your mail runs.
Okay. I'll hang on.
Forensics like the tape from the crime scene.
One side is minutely perforated.
- In lay terms? - Find the reel, find the man.
- You heard about Per? - Yes, Fischer rang.
Check his route with the post office.
- Sorry. I'm back. - I'll work from home.
- Great. See you tomorrow? - Yes.
Is there anything on Per the postman?
I'm on to it.
- Won't we need a doctor? - Sure.
Okay. But where does his route finish?
Suspect's home 14.45, Saturday May 6
Mrs Pihl? We're from Unit One.
- May we see your son? - What about?
- For a chat. Is he here? - He's asleep.
- Would you please wake him? - I don't really know about that.
They must have a reason.
- What have you done? - Nothing.
You have rights. I'll call Uncle Äge if need be.
Would you mind having a chat to us at our office?
- You can talk freely here. - You know of our investigation?
As a postman you know the area and could help us.
Okay. But I haven't got all day.
- Do you have any brown tape? - No.
- Sure? - Yes.
Nonsense. It's in the drawer. Get it out.
Yes. That's it.
Do you mind if we borrow that?
Thanks a lot.
Saturday, May 6. The time is 16.31.
Interrogation of postman Per Pihl.
DI LaCour and DI Fischer present.
- Is your route a good one? - Yes.
- What time did you finish today? - I don't know.
- At 12 o'clock? - About that time.
Your route ends at the woods. Did you go for a walk then?
No.
- I'm confused. You saw him? - Yes.
For how long have you worked as a postman?
Always.
Right back to the good old days?
- So you've worked on phones? - Ages ago.
When you deliver the mail
you're invited in for a chat sometimes?
I just do my job.
That may be a part of your job.
The elderly housebound pay their bills through you.
- Yes. - And you get a cup of coffee.
You wear clogs? To work as well?
- Yes. I walk a lot. - And it's sensible footwear.
Do you take them off before you go in?
I may.
- And Mrs Frederiksen's bills? - That wasn't me, that filth.
We're not saying that, but did you go inside?
Speak up for the benefit of the tape.
Yes.
Do you also pay Hanne Winther's bills?
Her? She slams the door in my face.
Why's that?
She's crazy.
Why lonely old ladies? Is it because it's easy?
- What? Am I a suspect? - No.
Per, what did you do last night?
- I watched TV. - What did you watch?
- I channel-surfed. - You must remember.
No.
You live with your mum. Is she scared by all this?
- Yes. He should be castrated. - Let's catch him first.
A doctor will be here soon to take a blood sample.
- But I haven't done anything. - And your DNA will prove that.
No blood sample, thanks.
- Arrest him. - You're kidding.
Per, if you refuse we will start suspecting you.
I don't care. I'm not having any blood test.
I want a lawyer. Äge Pihl from Holb'k.
In that case...
It's 16.37. Interrogation suspended.
Yes.
- Do you smoke? - Yes.
Thanks.
He fits the profile.
Loner, introverted, single... They're a dime a dozen here.
- Hanne Winther identified him. - A crazy old woman?
Why not DNA test a lock of his hair?
- We can make some progress. - Don't bother me with that stuff.
Hey, Knudsen! Is he related to Äge Pihl?
That's his uncle. Lawyer, member of parliament.
Sits in a marginal seat and would love some publicity.
- Wait till you have more. - Ingrid, what's your view?
When will we know if the tape is a match?
Tomorrow morning.
- If it fits, will that do? - Yes, of course.
Okay, then. We'll wait till tomorrow.
No smoking in here!
We'll call it a day. You may leave.
Put that out. There's no smoking in the bus.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye. See you.
LaCour, I'm so curious. What's with you and Helene?
Nothing really. We lived together once.
- In a relationship? - You could say. Four years.
Then what?
I moved out.
Why?
- What did you say? - Why?
Hi, Lise.
We're making progress. I'm in Holb'k.
Yes, business as usual.
May I have a word with Kirsten?
You haven't seen her?
Oh, well...
I must have misunderstood.
Well, that's okay. We'll be in touch.
Problems?
- You're looking happy. - I am. I've just got divorced.
Oh!
Let's have a meal together.
I promise not to pry too much. Scout's honour.
They say the fjord is full of prawns.
In an hour?
Okay.
- Hi. Are you going out? - I'm going to Julie's.
I've got Titanic, and ice-cream.
Tobias called. He's at Mikkel's.
- I thought... - Do you mind?
- No. - Don't tell Jeppe where I am.
- Who's Jeppe? - No one special.
Golly gosh!
Boysen here.
Hello.
Don't they know he's dead?
Your chief of Homicide doesn't answer?
She may be a bit down after Søren's death.
What shall I do? I've got no story.
- Let's get blotto. - Why not?
- May we have another one? - Yes.
- Listen. You help me... - No.
- No one will ever know. - It won't work.
I've had a secret yen for you for ten years.
Is it over?
You questioned the postman for hours.
- The victims lived on his route? - No dice.
Fine. You let him go after you'd taken his DNA?
No DNA?
- Why not? - Trine!
Did he refuse to give his DNA?
- No arrest? - No evidence.
- When will you have it? - That's enough.
You're such a nice, married man or I'd give you my room number.
- You don't mean that at all. - Don't I?
- Hi, Thomas. - Hi.
- Can I offer you anything? - No, thanks.
I expect you're married with kids.
There are children. But not mine.
- My sister's. - You live with Anne?
Yes. We live in a big house.
I live upstairs and...
she lives downstairs with John and the kids.
- It sounds perfect. - Yes, in a way it is.
I've got a family when I need one.
- What about you and Kim? - I don't see him at all.
I've been in the US.
Hey, Helene. This case...
Fischer asked the postman if it's because it's easy...
Is that why he does old ladies? Because it's easy?
- It's not just perverseness? - No.
He's afraid of women. The more helpless, the better.
Do you think it's the postman?
There's something about his aura that says no.
- You still work by instinct? - Yes.
I was really devastated about what happened.
Me too.
Well, I do need some sleep.
- Sleep tight. - Good night.
There.
Mail-order rape
- What's the time? - Half past 7.
Half past 7! Fuck!
You don't intend going out that way?
You can't. IP and LaCour are having breakfast downstairs.
You broke the law by staying here at the state's expense.
What do you expect me to do?
It can't be more than two, perhaps five metres.
Gaby...
I love you dearly, but I'm not climbing out the window.
Good morning.
Where did they get it from?
- Didn't you see her yesterday? - No, I forgot.
- I'd never have told her that. - She's got a mole on the inside.
I emailed the prosecutor yesterday. Someone talked.
- Stop the leak. - It was me.
- What? - I dined with Trine last night.
She actually tried to get hold of you.
How pathetic!
We all make mistakes. Look at me. Accidentally...
I sent Per's cigarette butt off for a DNA test.
- You did what? - I really tried to stop the test.
What's with you?
We'll get the result today.
What's wrong with you guys?
I'm off to Holb'k.
And she flashed her blue eyes at you?
Mail-order rape
No admittance
Just a moment.
- Anders... - Is something wrong?
Your mother died.
We tried to contact you.
Would you like me to go in with you?
Thank you.
- She died in her sleep? - Yes.
My condolences, Anders.
We're off to your mum's.
Remember to baste the roast. Come in!
- Are you listening? - Yes.
The roast...
Hi. How's your mother?
Did you see they've found him? Per the postman...
- He's always worried me. - Okay, we're off!
Remember when he flogged our puppy?
Of course, they'll let him go. An uncle in parliament...
That's Denmark.
That's what Denmark's become.
- What's wrong? - My mother has died.
Bloody hell, Anders.
Sit down. Do you want a beer? I'll get a couple of beers.
Anders?
You're just like your father.
With your tail between your legs. And outside the store!
Now they'll really talk.
Why not take that test? Uncle Äge wants to know.
You told me to stand up to them. And I don't like needles.
You're not only gutless, you're also stupid.
I'm going into town to do some shopping.
- I'll show them. - No.
Yes.
- Hello, Anders. - Hi.
- May I come in for a moment? - No.
Good morning.
- Did you sleep well? - Yes, I did.
- What have you got there? - Cash receipts from the grocer.
That tape may have been bought there.
- That's quite a job, eh? - You could say that.
It's Anders! He's taken my gun.
He might be on his way to Per's.
His mother's died.
Get hold of the others.
- You know, don't you? - Don't, Anders! Stop!
Listen.
You've got a family.
We'll fix this.
Anders. Think of your family. Look at me.
Keep looking at me.
Anders... Put the gun down. Nice and easy, on the table.
Look at me. That's it, keep looking at me.
Give me the gun.
Put it down, nice and easy.
I'm right here. You and I are talking.
All you have to do is put that gun down.
Yes?
Come on.
Yes.
I'm sorry about your mum.
You handled that very well.
I'd have shot him in the leg or broken three of his ribs.
Right?
I've been there.
What do you mean?
I knew he wouldn't do it.
What do you mean you've been there?
All blackness in one's head.
What are you talking about?
Forget it.
I can walk the other way if you don't want to talk.
What are you trying to say?
I once pointed a gun at Helene.
Oh?
I found her with one of my best friends.
Okay.
But I didn't shoot.
It was the same with Anders.
Completely black inside.
But I knew he wouldn't shoot.
Oh.
And you could sense that?
Yes.
- IP, I'll write my report now. - Okay.
We have results on the tape and Per's cigarette.
Both negative.
- Forget about Per, then. - Neither DNA nor tape matched.
Okay. We start over. We've got a lot to choose from.
Lots of suspicious types around.
For example, I met this photographer.
Shouldn't we take a closer look at this guy?
Hey! Who's that?
Front-page stuff.
Ex, or rather very ex-soccer player
does runner without paying bill.
Was that LaCour's room you were fleeing from?
No, it's...
- Had you been naughty? - Me and LaCour?
You're so funny, Fischer.
Is that your window?
That's not funny. It's the end of the world.
Would you autograph a copy for me?
You're right. We'll start from scratch.
- The profile's finished? - Yes.
DNA test anyone who matches it.
Alibi or not.
We shouldn't have any problems after the Per incident.
Thanks to Trine. If nothing else...
Yes...
He's still out there.
To be continued...