Request for Assistance A-17/01
Slagelse 08.14, Wednesday September 19
Hey, you! Something's wrong in the back.
- I can hear knocking. - What?
- Are you hauling livestock? - No, flowers.
Your refrigeration's buggered.
- Come and have a look. - Yes, in a sec...
I'll get my shoes.
Hey, come on... wake up!
Anybody home?
Easy... easy now.
That's a nasty bump you've got.
There's somebody in the back.
Bloody hell, man. What's he up to?
She's alive.
This one's not.
UNIT ONE
- Hi, Vibs. - Hi, Allan.
- What have you done? - What?
Episode 28 To your curls. It's very nice.
- I cut them off. - It suits you.
- You think so? - Yes, I do.
- How are things at home? - Fine.
- Cirkeline's playing the piano. - Is she?
- She plays "My little kitten". - Does she really?
- See you. - Yes.
- Can you do me a favour? - Yes.
Log into the computer and pay me ten days early.
It's just one tiny little key...
I must ask Ulf...
He won't be back for two days. But I can call him.
I think not.
Hi, Gaby.
Korsør... Yes!
In about an hour, I think. Yes, bye.
- The girl from the truck? - Yes.
And that might take a while.
You'll need expenses, then.
It's people smuggling.
That's lucky.
You got too much in advance on your last job.
So I'll just deduct that
from this assignment.
- We can do that, can we? - Yes, we can.
Good.
- Have a good trip. - Thank you.
Weren't you a better person when you had curls?
- Johnny, where are you? - Leaving Casualty.
What about the X-ray?
- I don't feel like it. - You must.
It's an hour's wait.
You'd rather have a headache all your life? Do it.
You have to do it.
Okay, I will, baby. Bye.
Bye.
- And will he? - Yes.
- How's the skull? - Improving.
That idiot driver was Viggo. He lives near the docks.
- Let's have a chat with him. - He's not that dumb.
He's lying low, but we'll find him.
Imagine leaving that girl there!
He'll never drive a truck again. Come on.
LaCour isn't coming.
- Why not? - He's about to become a dad.
- Did we buy a gift? - I'll take care of it.
By the way, is Trine coming?
- No, she's on a new job. - I mean to the wedding?
- Are you going out for real? - Do speak your mind.
I need to know because of the seating.
- Seating? - Haven't you read your mail?
I sent you an invitation to our wedding!
Gosh! Yes... Thank you.
- Is that a yes? - I can only answer for myself...
- Of course. Yes, thank you. - Nice to know.
Korsør Police Station 12.05, Wednesday September 19
- Welcome. - Thanks.
Please...
Thanks for taking the time to come.
I was a bit surprised that the DCI phoned you.
All we need do is find this fellow.
There's more to it. It may be a case of people smuggling.
We don't know whether it's organised crime.
That's where we come in.
Do you have a name?
- Viggo Holme. - What do we know about him?
- We've reported him missing. - Apart from that?
We know Viggo only too well in this town.
- And the girls? - They are...
Just a moment...
They are...
Aldona and Vilma Krutinis.
They're sisters... or rather, they were.
Vilma's the one who died. Frozen to death.
They're from Lithuania. The capital, Vilnius.
They've been deported before for prostitution.
Actually, this is the third time they've come back.
- Have you talked to the haulier? - Yes, he was very shocked.
Ebbe Salling. He only used Viggo as a stand-in.
He carried pigs one way and...
What was he bringing back? Yes... an empty truck.
Or not.
Holme? Viggo Holme. Have you spoken to his mum?
Joy Jones.
Prostitute, late 40s. Does she still live here?
- Should I know? - She's his mum.
How many Baltic hookers live in Korsør?
A handful.
- How did they get here? - Beats me.
You haven't spoken to them?
Can you get names and addresses?
- How did it go? - It's not till tomorrow or later.
- Thyssen. - Hello. LaCour.
Hello. Fischer.
It looks fine from the outside.
He left the keys in the ignition.
- Nice of him. - Where the hell is my bag?
He took my microwave too.
The bastard!
He's been spotted in Jomfru Ane Street.
Jomfru Ane Street?
That's in Älborg. Let's go.
Interview of suspect's mother 13.04, Wednesday September 19
- That's fine. - Bye.
Till next week...
- Make yourself at home. - I'm just here for a chat.
Most men your age feel that way. Want a free beer?
- Usually it's all free. - No, not here with me.
What the hell? IP... You old bastard.
It's been a hell of a long time.
Sit down.
Why are you here?
- We're looking for Viggo. - What now?
He's wanted for murder.
Viggo's no mother's dream but he's not a killer.
He left two girls in a truck and one died.
- A Salling truck? - Yes.
I told him to stay away from those idiots.
What idiots?
I don't want to talk about it.
Don't let Viggo take the full rap.
Come on. Help out your son.
Ask Salling who his daughter's married to.
It would be easier if you told me.
Faulius Martinkus... Would you spell that?
Faulius Martinkus. Okay.
Interview of witness 14.02, Wednesday September 19
Aldona Krutinis?
Briefing 15.32, Wednesday September 19
Our police contingent currently in Vilnius
have checked the sisters' background.
Their dad died in Afghanistan in '85.
Their mum drank. Orphanage... the usual story.
This guy...
Faulius Martinkus.
42 years old.
Officially he runs an IT business.
Our colleagues in Vilnius think he's the man behind
the trade in young girls to the West.
Lives in a rich part of Vilnius with his Danish wife Rikke.
Salling's daughter.
Will you get a warrant so we can tap Salling?
Isn't that going too far?
Girls in his truck and a link with Martinkus...
- What's your problem? - A nice man and an old firm.
- I'll get it myself. - No, I'll take care of it.
Baltic girls are not cheap.
1500 kroner a time.
- Did you go to the brothel? - Yes, I did.
You wouldn't want to pay 1500 for a hooker there.
- Where, then? - Yes, where?
There are lots of expensive girls here.
But where they are and how you find them...
- On the Internet, maybe? - I'll find out.
Let's put a tap on the brothel anyway.
- Fischer just said... - Yes.
Yes, but of course.
- I'm about to have a baby. - So I hear.
And my baby needs a room.
That costs, so I have to sell the flat.
You can have it for 1.5 million.
- That's cheap. - It's on special for you.
You bought it seven years ago for 300,000. Right?
Interview of suspect 16.03, Wednesday September 19
I'm not ousting you tomorrow so think about it.
Thank you, Massa!
- Hello. LaCour, Unit One. - Ebbe Salling. Come in.
- Hello. - Hello. Allan Fischer.
Poor girl. 17 years old. We're well off in Denmark.
- Sit down. - Thanks.
I don't get that Viggo. I hope you catch him.
Here are the driver's expense accounts.
And the truck's route. Do you want coffee?
- My wife's been baking. - That would be lovely.
Ulla, you can bring it in.
- You do many trips to Vilnius? - Yes.
- But the trucks return empty? - Yes, that's too bad.
But Baltic exports are hard to find.
Not exports of their girls.
So they say.
What's the going rate to get a hooker from Vilnius to Korsør?
- How would I know? - By talking to your son-in-law?
My son-in-law?
Sorry, but... Now you've lost me.
Isn't your daughter married to Faulius Martinkus?
Yes.
- How did they meet? - How do young people meet?
- Isn't he 41? - No, he's 42.
He was born in 1959. Did you introduce them?
Sorry, but I fail to see what it's got to do with this.
- Do you mind answering? - No.
My son-in-law owns an IT company.
I transport computers to him.
Ebbe...
It's Rikke. They're coming!
Just a minute...
Hi, baby.
I've just become a grandma.
Congratulations.
Helene?
You've had the baby?
- Why did it happen so fast? - I don't know.
Better ask her.
Is it a girl?
- This is Daddy. - She's so beautiful!
Hello.
- Would you like to hold her? - Do I dare?
Come on, baby... Up you go to Daddy.
- Mind her head. - Yes.
Be gentle now.
Oh, little girl...
Goodness, what's she saying?
- I'll take her. - You'd better.
That was Daddy.
Hello.
Kastrup Airport 08.58, Thursday September 20
They're here.
It's ready.
- Cute, huh? - Yes.
Will she fit it yet?
- Do you like it? - Yes, it's cute.
Sometimes I still have doubts about me and Johnny.
Gaby, stop it.
I think he's weird.
He's in Älborg, not home in bed.
What did he say?
Something about a new talent for the youth team. As if!
Martinkus and his wife are already in Korsør.
He wouldn't look for Viggo alone?
No.
That's what he's doing.
Hi.
- Does it work? - Yes.
- Where's he going? - He's in Korsør.
- Off to his father-in-law's? - Yes.
Call me right away.
Are you a little sjover?
In English, Ebbe. English...
Mum, I'll take him. He's tired.
- Do you need any help? - Thanks, I'm fine.
- Do you want some coffee? - In English.
Will you bring coffee to the study?
- Did they go into the study? - Yes.
How was Älborg? Did you find a new Laudrup?
No, a new Schmeichel. A huge talent.
Really cool. Nothing will get past him.
What's his name?
- Viggo? - Jens!
He hit me.
So you had to find him and hit him back?
He killed that girl, didn't he?
You should have seen her.
You should have told us he'd been sighted.
Someone thought he'd seen him in Älborg, but he hadn't.
I got carried away.
Sorry.
Those Eastern European hookers...
What can they do that I can't?
Nothing at all.
Promise you won't play cops any more?
Promise?
Scout's hail.
Scout's honour.
- I'm going back. See you later? - Yes.
Yes?
Hi, Kjeld.
- Check the phone numbers. - Yes, I will.
- What are you doing here? - Just checking on you.
- Congratulations. - Hi!
Congratulations. A baby girl!
- Hi! - I want a word with the dad.
Yes, he's real.
- We got you a present. - You're too kind.
How's Helene? Did it go well?
It went really well. Unfortunately I was late.
When can we see her?
Helene might come home tomorrow.
What's happening here?
We've found the Lithuanian brothel on the Internet.
Have a look.
They call it "The Aphrodite Lodge".
All the girls are here. Let's click on this one.
We get her phone number.
Call and she'll be there in 30 minutes.
Great system. New girls every three weeks.
Moving from town to town. Fresh pussy online!
Take a look at this one. Jurga!
Not bad!
How much?
1500 a go or 5000 for the night.
Is it just me, or is she yummy?
I don't know.
When's Ida coming back?
- Tomorrow. - Okay, poor girl.
Dead right.
There's only one subscriber. I'll find the address.
You're not in Holbæk? Congratulations.
Listen!
Is what Mum says true?
- What? - Sorry, Ebbe.
- Is it true? - What?
That a girl froze to death in one of your trucks?
I had nothing to do with it. It was a driver.
- Right... Who? - Viggo.
- I'm not stupid, Dad. - Don't use that tone of voice.
It's none of your business, Rikke.
You were told to make coffee.
Don't push me around. Just shut up!
Ebbe!
"One of yours"? Did she say "One of yours"?
- Yes. - She did.
Is he on his way to shake somebody up?
Yes, it looks like it.
- Still here? Any progress? - He's stopped now.
On... Strand Rd.
Strand Rd?
That fits. That's where The Aphrodite Lodge is.
Company address, IT Consultants Pty Ltd.
What now? Do we move in?
Yes.
Just a minute.
I don't want to appear contrary, but...
- Are we talking an arrest? - Yes.
- He's a foreign national. - Yes. Our evidence is flimsy.
He's here now. We don't know if he'll return.
We could spoil everything.
- I'll call the state prosecutor. - At this hour?
Damn it, Viggo. Go.
I understand.
I see.
Yes. Sorry for disturbing you. Good night.
- Yes to a search warrant. - No to Martinkus?
We must stay away until a warrant gives us grounds.
He's off now anyway.
A search warrant is granted by a judge.
Another night call?
- Shall I do that too? - No.
I'll call.
Search of The Aphrodite Lodge 02.11, Friday September 21
Thomas LaCour, Unit One. May we come in?
What?
Start with emptying that bookcase.
What's going on here?
Apart from you bursting in and wrecking my home?
I'll tell you. The time is 02.15.
Annette Bjerg, you're under arrest.
- On what charge? - Procuring.
Procuring? Are you sure you're in the right century?
Regretfully, yes. Shall we go?
If you take any of my things I want a receipt.
Goodness me.
You portray me as a greedy slave-driver
who forces poor girls to fuck for their wages.
- And isn't that what you do? - No.
We saw your nice Internet offers.
- It's only my casual job. - You're a university student?
- Communications? - Yes.
So you're good at promotion? What do you promote?
I effect contacts
between foreign girls and lonely Danish men.
- For free? - It's my casual job.
- For a commission? - The girls aren't stupid.
They get loads of marriage proposals here.
- And 1500 a trick. - So do you get a commission?
- How much do the girls keep? - Listen here...
Everything's taken care of. That has to be paid for.
"Everything's taken care of"?
That sounds very organised.
You had a visit from Martinkus?
- Martinkus? Martinkus who? - Nice man. Around 40.
You let him in at 22.31.
Some can't get used to the Internet.
He left again at 23.51. What did you talk about?
- How to get on the Net. - I see.
Any more titillating questions? I'd like to go home to bed.
Our questions can wait till tomorrow.
And we'll find you a bed.
Interrogation terminated. The time is...
03.23...
Any luck?
Their files are encrypted. We can't get in.
It will take months to crack the code.
I'm calling it a day.
I'm giving you an order.
Go back to Holbæk and stay there.
The work goes on, but Helene shouldn't wake up alone.
Right?
Yes, you're right.
Oh! That's good.
I'll hurry, darling.
Bloody hell, I need a pee.
- How are things, darling? - I've come to say goodbye.
- I have to leave. - It's a bloody mess, eh?
Could you look after this disk for me?
- And the yellow note. - What is it?
Life insurance.
I really need to pee.
- Can't you wait? - No, someone's expecting me.
When will you be back?
I've got to go now. Please look after those things.
My vagina's got a hide like an elephant
from giving you everything.
And now you desert me.
And leave me alone here.
Oh, my darling Viggo.
Morning, babe.
Boysen's excited about the wedding.
Can we place him and Ingrid next to each other?
You didn't waste any time, eh?
Kjeld told me my CD player was sold there.
- So marry Kjeld, then. - Viggo sold it.
- He knows where Viggo is? - He said he'd find out if...
If what?
What?
If I didn't tell the cops.
- You did get that X-ray? - Sure.
You sure bumped your head.
- Call if you hear anything. - I love you too, darling.
- Promise me? - Yes.
- Where are you? - Korsør.
- They're smuggling Viggo out. - Where from?
- The old wharf. - When did you hear?
- Just now. - You were meant to call.
Isn't that what I'm doing?
Don't go there.
Don't! They'll shoot you.
Gaby, where are you people?
- Well? - She won't.
We can collect our mikes.
Martinkus is going to Vilnius via Berlin.
They're off to the airport.
I've got something to do.
I'll get our bug from his car.
- An officer can do that. - I'm going there anyway.
LaCour forgot that parcel.
Could you drop it off on your way back?
- Say hi to Ida. - I will.
Nothing.
IP...
Have a glass with old Joy.
Viggo is dead.
Viggo...
Who cares about Viggo?
Come for a little poke, eh?
- Hi, Fischer. - Hi, Ulf.
Hi, Allan.
You'll see a lot of each other.
Ida's joining us in the Fraud Squad.
As a DCI. A DCI...
Okay.
There was a vacant DCI position, was there?
It's only a formality now. And I have to get my dog.
She's been imprisoned in a dog kennel.
- Bye, you two. - See you, Ulf.
- "Congratulations, Ida." - Congratulations.
Congratulations.
Did you get promoted overnight?
Did you stay at the same hotel?
We should look at this. Joy gave it to me.
Viggo made a disk.
The password is babe...
37...
Martinkus' accounts...
Transfers...
No wonder they encrypted this.
That's a lot of money. We're in the wrong business.
- How did Viggo get this? - He hid in the Lodge's cellar.
There are various bank accounts.
In Berlin, Vilnius... Bingo!
Martinkus has an account at the Danish Bank.
Damn!
He's on his way into the airport.
- Shall I call Fischer? - I'll do that, Gaby.
It's me.
Faulius Martinkus!
- Congratulations. - Hi.
This is from all of us.
- I want to see her. - You certainly shall.
Who does she look like?
- She looks like me, eh? - To a tee.
Fischer, would you hand me those flowers?
We got him.
- Martinkus? - Yes.
- Ulf was passing by so... - Great.
We'll call her Marie.
We won't.
No, her name's Fischer.
Ready?
Let me.
Thanks.
- Time to go home, Marie. - No, Thomas!
Goodbye.
Faulius Martinkus was sentenced to 4 years for procuring and people smuggling. His Danish bank deposits of 7.9 million were confiscated. Annette Bjerg was sentenced to 6 months for procuring.