Request for Assistance A-30/00
Odense 11.53, Sunday October 15
We need to check his residence permit.
- Your residence permit? - What's up, man?
- Come on. - Chill out.
- They want to kill me! - Who?
They're trying to kill me.
Ida! Wait for backup.
What happened?
Turn off the tap.
Turn it off.
Give me the knife.
I did it.
UNIT ONE
- Hurry up. - He's showering.
- Honestly. - Relax. We're on holiday.
I told him we're leaving.
Gry?
If you sleep over, call and tell me. Okay?
- Really, Ingrid... - Yes.
- I must know where you are. - Must you?
How much money is in the food tin?
Tobias! You're not dressed. Gaby's waiting.
- I'll cycle to Dad's. - And leave it outside?
- That's okay. - It isn't.
1200 kroner.
- Will 1200 be enough? - When will you be back?
Who knows?
Take a cab.
Damn.
- Bye, then. - Bye.
- Get out of here. - Not without a hug.
Take care. Look after yourselves.
Where are the kids over the holidays?
Tobias is with his dad and Gry's at home.
Lucky them.
That boy's the same age as Tobias.
- Why did he do it? - His sister was raped.
Their dad demanded that he marry her.
- But he wouldn't do that? - No. So the boy shot him.
- Who is the woman? - The rapist's mother.
She was hit by mistake.
Fancy being forced to marry a man who raped you.
Are you coming?
- To my wedding? - Well...
No, I can't. Mille is...
Nice to see you. You're okay?
- Yes, fine. - And the leg?
Great.
Fine.
I tried to talk Flemming out of it.
- Why? - I didn't want you there.
You can't mean that.
I found them.
- Who? - The deceased.
What are you doing here?
Learning to get to know migrants better.
Hard when they're dead?
- We might meet again, then. - If you keep me on the case.
- Morning. - Hi.
Briefing, Odense Police Station 09.58, Monday October 16
Trine won't learn.
- Ethnic Faily Feud. - It sell papers.
Is that all there is?
Sit down next to me, Ida.
- Thanks for coming so fast. - You're welcome.
Good morning.
I'm Steen Lynge.
I don't like these cases, but let's solve this together.
Where are the photos?
Fine.
What we've got here are two families.
The deceased, Rana...
and Farshad Sadaavi.
Iranian divorcee and her son. She was a doctor.
She leaves another son, Fadl.
He's a Danish-educated set designer at Odense Theatre.
Here's the other family.
Osman, the father.
Leyla, the mother.
Yasemin, the daughter and Dennis, the son.
They are Turkish.
The father works at a local garage.
The story goes
that Farshad raped Yasemin.
Her father Osman meets with the mother and Farshad
and demands that Farshad marry Yasemin.
Farshad refuses.
So the youngest boy Dennis
undertakes to save the family honour.
He shoots Farshad three times
and the mother Rana twice.
He's being held in a secure institution.
- Didn't the boy knife him? - Yes, but superficially.
God knows why. The shots killed him.
So where do we fit in?
Ida was the first "man" on the scene.
But she did something she shouldn't have done.
She went in alone. But she did get the gun,
the knife and...
I'll let you explain.
Yasemin was screaming "They want to kill me."
During interrogation we asked
who "they" were but she clammed up.
She's afraid to go home.
Faced with her brother's confession
she confirmed that it was what happened.
You told Yasemin what Dennis had said?
Yes. But what actually went on?
That's where you come in.
I'll just introduce our interpreter lbrahim.
You'll need him. The mother's Danish is bad.
- I'll pass the baton to you. - We'd like the boy out now.
Yes.
Fischer, interviews. And Ida?
That should be no problem.
LaCour, crime scene. Gaby, reports.
- And IP... - The rest.
Tread carefully. This is grist to the gossip papers' mills.
Bring me the report before you leave?
Damn it!
I've got to go.
What about making some siblings for the little one?
- You've got a long trip, eh? - You're lovely.
- What did the midwife say? - I heard a heartbeat.
You should have been there.
I'm bleeding. I'll call you from Amsterdam.
Look after each other.
- Hi, Dennis. - Hi, Johnny.
- What's with him? - He's the shooter.
What?
That can't be.
I know Dennis. I trained him all summer.
He's a great kid. That's not in him.
"...we do exile him hence.
"My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding.
"I will be deaf to pleading and excuses.
"Bear hence this body and attend our will.
- "Mercy but murders..." - Damn it! Get that coffin off.
Take five.
- Hi. I'm Ingrid Dahl. - Fadl Sadaavi.
- Is it Roeo and Juliet? - Yes.
- I've never seen it. - I've never liked it.
- You're still doing it? - I'm only helping.
It's a student production.
I've got the funeral too.
My brother didn't rape that girl.
Why did your mother and he visit Yasemin's family?
I don't know.
- Didn't your mother say why? - No.
It's completely absurd.
If he'd raped a Turkish girl he'd never visit her family.
And he wouldn't have taken Mum along.
Why the hell did he take my mother along?
Do you have somebody to talk to?
Like hell I have.
Stage left! Stage right!
Come in from stage right!
I actually thought he was in love with her.
And then you got the gun?
What happened then?
Then... then I shot him.
My dad tried to take the gun from me.
We were fighting over it. That's why...
How many times?
- How many shots did you fire? - Five or six, I think.
The lady kept walking towards me
even though she was shot in the chest.
I didn't mean for her...
The last shot... He looked at me when he died.
Dennis, you have to tell me something.
If your father didn't want you to,
why did you shoot him?
- You won't understand. - Try me.
I can't.
Dennis, you were born in Denmark and you know
we don't kill for honour.
Yes.
Crime scene 12.05, Monday October 16
One... Two...
Three.
Four.
Five, six... Seven.
I've been shot.
But I'm still alive.
- Were you snoozing? - What?
Have you seen this?
A jammer?
The gun was fired on its removal.
Eight...
No, he's still here.
Will do. Bye.
Ask Forensics to send us the murder weapon.
With a jammer.
Of course.
- What is a... - A bullet stuck in the chamber.
- Okay. - Okay?
Well...
Look at this, Dennis. Try to fire this one for me.
- Where? - You can aim at me.
If you prefer, aim at the wall.
Right. Just pull the trigger.
It won't fire? Let me try.
No.
Something's jamming it. Could you take it out?
Why?
Then we'll be able to fire it.
A bullet was jammed inside and you took it out.
You fired the last shot and then he died.
So try to get it out.
We'll get another bullet.
In it goes.
All you do now is cock it. Can you do that for me?
That's right. Try harder.
It's tight? Is it?
There.
You didn't fire the gun. Isn't that so?
- Why say you did it? - I'm a man.
Yes.
Make sure the guardian is with Dennis. Bye, IP.
The boy couldn't have done it.
He took the blame because he's a minor.
- Get the family in again. - Yes.
Yes?
Hello?
Yes.
- Johnny said it couldn't be him. - How would he know?
Did we find the family?
They're staying with relatives in the same block.
- The husband's cousin. - Fischer and Ida are out there.
- Hi. - Hi, Trine.
- Say you missed me. - Not your headlines.
I call it as I see it.
- Saying they're Turkish? - They foul up, they pay.
And if he'd been from anywhere but Odense?
Ingrid?
Yes?
Did the boy withdraw his confession?
Yes, but we're still investigating.
- It's off the record. - Of course.
Will you confirm it before my deadline?
That's a deal.
The victim's brother works at the theatre?
Do your own bloody digging.
Gaby.
Want to discuss my paper's political angle?
I'm staying on your floor. Down the other end.
You'd be most welcome.
Facing five Turkish boys who'd raped a twelve-year-old girl
I almost turned ultra right-wing.
They were proud of it. They said she'd asked for it.
Most of those I've met
have been the most generous and kind people.
- I'm rabbiting on. - That's okay with me.
I need to get home soon. To Silkeborg.
- Home to get married. - I can't change that now.
- Why should you? - I'm just saying.
Relax. I haven't said anything about changing things.
You can't park here. That's all right.
I didn't say that.
Shall we get going?
They're down there.
I'm sorry.
I did it.
I was livid with him.
It's October 16 at 15.20.
Interrogation of Yasemin Gür. Ingrid Dahl present.
Tell me everything from the very start.
- From the... - Rape?
It was in the basement where we keep our bikes.
He... He kissed me.
At first I didn't like to refuse.
He was nice to me.
Even if...
I said I didn't want him to touch me.
All of a sudden...
he ripped my clothes and threw me down on a box.
I wasn't sure if it was my fault.
He really liked me.
But you told him you didn't want to?
Yes.
You were marrying your cousin?
That's out.
So your dad tried to force Farshad to marry you?
Yes.
- He didn't want to? - Of course not.
What about you?
What then?
- I took the gun and shot him. - How?
I don't know.
She picked up the gun.
Like this.
But a bullet was jammed in it.
This bullet was jammed.
How will you get it out?
- Why did you stab him? - To make sure he was dead.
Why didn't you shoot him? You'd just reloaded.
She got the knife.
Because...
I'd wrenched the gun from her.
She was beside herself.
I was afraid.
He was lying in front of me on the floor.
He was looking at me.
I should have...
taken the blame myself.
She would have got off, then.
There's something wrong.
The deceased's brother didn't believe the rape.
He thought they were in love.
I suggest a gynaecological examination of Yasemin.
A young Turkish girl? You know what you're asking?
I do.
I just wanted to say goodbye.
Lynge has given me time off in lieu.
- Have a nice wedding. - Have fun.
Will you book Yasemin in?
- Leaving before time? - He had wandering hands.
- And you told him so? - Yes.
- And now you're going back? - It's a long way to go.
That was not what I meant.
I know what you meant.
- Having a good time with Dad? - Yes.
- What was on today? - I've forgotten.
We were hanging out.
- Is he there? - He's cutting wood.
- What's the music? - That's the TV.
- This call's costing. - Till tomorrow, then.
Sleep tight, darling.
Hi, IP.
Sorry. Wrong room.
- Who was he after? - Don't know.
But tell me about that guy Staffan.
What about him?
- Oh, sorry. - No worries. Come in.
I'm buried in reports and...
Did he see me?
A little.
Damn it.
- Should I lock the door? - Good idea.
Come in.
You're hard to find.
- I was a bit harsh today. - Cut the humanistic crap.
Now be civil.
Ingrid said she'd confirm prior to deadline.
But five minutes before?
And then you want to talk about morals.
Who's that?
Trine.
If I get the peace to write it.
You'll get it in five minutes.
Shit.
I heard the performance was cancelled.
One of the actors got sick.
- Who was that? - Never mind.
I just got home.
- Have you been drinking? - I promised not to.
Can we talk tomorrow?
- You're drunk. - I'm always on my own here.
Stop staring like that.
- Good night. - Don't go.
I'd have been lost had you not come for me.
I don't know what I'd have done.
What's with you? Come here, lie on the sofa.
They wouldn't let me on stage.
I forget my lines. The same place every night.
I get so afraid.
I can't remember my lines.
- Your drinking doesn't help. - It does. Sometimes.
Don't leave. Don't leave before I'm asleep.
Please stay.
Come in.
Hi.
I couldn't sleep.
- And Fischer, he's... - He seems to be busy.
- Anyhow... - Thanks.
Help yourself.
I find this difficult.
But...
- I had a vision in the flat. - What?
I was sitting in Osman's chair to reconstruct the events.
Suddenly...
I saw Farshad getting shot. Quite clearly.
And it was a man's hand, a grown man,
who held the gun.
You left this behind.
- We'll talk tomorrow. - No, it's important.
Sorry, Trine, we're in the middle of something.
Collect this any time.
She was wearing a nice dress.
Something about the rape is not right.
Her description was unnerving, but...
Do you think she has a confidante, a girlfriend?
Her teacher?
Odense 08.50, Tuesday October 17
Stay here. I'll go with her.
Are you okay? Shall we get it over with?
Gynaecology Outpatients
- Hi, I'm Terese. - Ingrid Dahl and Yasemin.
Hi, I'm Terese.
Go and take off your clothes and then come back here.
- Please wait outside. - Sure.
We won't be long.
Go on in. It won't be so bad.
Well...
She was very frightened so I had trouble examining her.
One thing's for sure. He hasn't slept with her.
- Her hymen's intact. - She's a virgin?
- Absolutely. - Thank you.
Yasemin!
Damn it.
He's still in the secure institution.
For now at least.
I'll have to go. I've got a call.
I love you too. Bye.
- She escaped. Where's IP? - With Dennis.
Get him to ask the boy where Yasemin might go.
- Something's wrong. - What?
- No rape. She's a virgin. - Okay.
- I'll phone Lynge myself. - See you. Bye.
Virgin? Yes.
We'll start looking for her. See you, Ingrid.
Yes?
I don't believe it.
When?
- Hi, I'm LaCour. - Merete.
- Thanks for coming. - Okay.
- Shall we walk? - Yes.
- Up here? - Yes.
This is a shot in the dark.
But as her teacher you may have had Yasemin's trust?
It doesn't make sense.
A Turkish girl wouldn't admit she'd been raped.
- What would she do? - She'd grin and bear it.
Grin and bear it?
Why were Farshad and his mum at the flat?
I don't know, but...
There's something else you might want to know.
What?
A year ago, Yasemin's closest girlfriend told me a secret
that Yasemin had told her.
Yasemin's dad has abused her for many years.
I asked Yasemin and she admitted it.
She gave me some very unpleasant details.
I wanted the police involved but she withdrew the story.
Sorry, I'll have to answer this. Hi, Ingrid.
That's a bit of news we can use.
Okay. Thanks.
Yasemin told us yesterday that she'd been raped.
But this morning we find out she's a virgin.
Now you tell me that her dad abused her sexually.
Those unpleasant details she admitted to you,
do they reveal the way in which he abused her?
Could you tell me how he abused her?
He didn't want to take her virginity so...
Well... There's another place.
The Turkish community would cast him out if they knew.
It's the worst sin you can commit against your kids.
He'd do anything to hide it.
Would he go so far as to kill his own daughter?
Yes.
- Hi, Ingrid. LaCour here. - Okay.
- Thanks, LaCour. - Yes, I'll tell her.
IP called from Dennis's.
The boy clammed up when asked where his sister might be.
Her father's abused her for years.
Anal intercourse.
If known, he'd be finished in his community.
Yasemin starts by saying "They'll kill me."
- "They" are the family. - Okay.
- Where do these two come in? - I don't know yet.
- Yes? - No one's seen her lately.
- What about her dad? - Only mum was there.
She was off the planet. Kept babbling on.
- I didn't understand her. - Try his workplace.
- He's a danger to the girl. - I'll get on it.
Put an all-points out on Osman. Before he finds her.
Where could she be?
- Johnny's on his way back. - Not now, Gaby.
He passes by the place where Dennis is.
Johnny was his coach. Maybe he can get him to talk.
Why didn't you say so before?
Secure Institution 14.40, Tuesday October 17
- Hi, Johnny. - Hi, Dennis.
Can I grab a word? I'll just talk to Dennis.
- That's Johnny Olsen. - Sure?
I told the other guy, I don't know where she is.
Are you fed up of being here?
If you had to guess, where would she be?
You know what could happen to your sister, eh?
Come here.
Yasemin?
Come here.
Don't be afraid.
That's better, my girl.
Yasemin.
Oh, how I love you.
She may be in an abandoned nursery in Volderslev.
They played there as children and the parents worked there.
He's cut up. I feel sorry for him.
You're welcome, love.
Volderslev?
Volderslev Rd. IP's close by.
Let go!
Come here.
No!
I'll be there in a minute.
Police!
Let her go! L
Dost thou love me?
I know thou wilt say "Ay" and I will take thy word...
- You asked me to come. - I have something to show you.
I looked through my brother's things.
Those were his.
- They were sweethearts? - Yes.
I knew he loved her and she apparently loved him.
They wanted to get married. That's why Mum was there.
To arrange the wedding. It still makes no sense.
What did he want with a Turkish girl who was betrothed?
It had to go wrong.
Her being Turkish was irrelevant.
You and Farshad wanted to get married?
- What did his mother say? - She was happy.
Even if she thought we should wait a while.
But I had to tell her that...
I wasn't worthy of her son.
- You told her about your dad? - Yes.
She became angry.
She wanted to meet my family.
I couldn't stop her.
- That was last Sunday? - Yes.
We couldn't stop her. Mum and Dad didn't understand.
Why had they come?
We were having tea.
Rana said that if Dad didn't let me move out she'd report him.
My father ran out of the room.
Mum started screaming.
We all knew what would happen.
All of a sudden he was there with a gun.
He shot Rana.
Farshad tried to get away but he was hit several times.
What about the knife?
My father forced me to stab him with it.
We looked at each other.
We both knew he was going to die.
I turned around.
My father was aiming at me.
And he fired.
But the bullet jammed.
He dislodged it. And I ran.
You reloaded and put the last shot in his temple?
How did you talk your son into taking the blame?
He's a man.
He's 13.
I'm 50. Should I go to prison?
You'd never be able to understand.
What it means not being able to say no.
I love my daughter.
I'm on my way home. Let me talk to him.
Is he watching The Jungle Book again?
No, it's okay. Let him watch it.
Tell him that I love him and...
I'm on my way home.
Wasn't that what he said about Yasemin?
- What? - That he loved her.
I think he did.
In his own way.
He probably did.
See you in Copenhagen.
Home so soon?
- Tobias? - At his dad's.
I talked to Lars. Where is he?
- He's at... - Christian's.
No.
- What? - At Marie's.
At Marie's.
- Marie who? Where? - No, Ingrid!
- What? - They're just sleeping.
Is she nice?
- Could you shout me a beer? - Sure.
Hello.
Osman Gür was sent to prison for 16 years. On completion of his sentence he will be expelled from Denmark for life. Leyla Gür was sent to prison for 3 years for being an accomplice after the fact.