Unit One (Rejseholdet)

I got the call from Holbæk when I visited my old mother.

Same pattern.

Balaclava, disconnected phone and the victim is an older lady.

-I didn't do anything. I was scared. -Why do you think he hit you?

He said, "Old ladies love getting..."

It was such a bad word.

Helene Fenger, psychologist. Specialist at profiling culprits.

-Who's Postman-Per? -He lives alone with his mother.

He fits the bill. Introvert, no social life.

You're just stupid.

Thomas, I'm really sorry about what happened.

-What's up with you and Helene? -We lived together once.

Can I come in?

I don't want him to know that I told the police. It's Postman-Per.

Anders... Your mom died this morning.

Did you see that they found him? Postman-Per. He's always been odd.

-She died of shame! -Give it to me... There we go.

-Neither DNA nor the tape matched. -We can forget about Postman-Per.

He's still on the loose.

ASSISTANT REQUEST A-19/00

-You're on the front page again. -Wonderful. Tobias, you'll be late!

"'When will the sex lunatic come to me?'

It's a recurring question among the elderly women here."

Gry, please.

No, listen. It's just too gross.

-"First, he took out my dentures..." -Whose?

-No one's. Your library books? -I'll return them later.

No, bring them now or you'll forget them.

-Put the newspaper down, Gry. -It's so disgusting.

-I understand why they're scared. -It won't happen again.

-How can you be so sure? -He won't dare to do anything now.

And we'll stay there until we have caught him.

Are you looking for someone?

The club's newsletter. I didn't know where to put it.

-The mailbox is there. -Of course...

-You're Ole, aren't you? -Yes.

-How's your mom doing? -Better than she thinks.

-She lives in a home now, right? -She thinks her days are numbered.

You never know. Just think about poor Asta.

Well, that wasn't good.

My son doesn't like that I live out here by myself.

But this is when everything blossoms so nicely.

-You have a lovely garden. -Yes.

-I'd better go. -Send my regards to your mom.

-I'll take it. -Here you go.

UNIT ONE

-IP. -Hi, it's Kirsten.

-Will you come home soon? -No, I'm on my way to Udby.

-Did you want something? -You've got mail.

Just leave them. Or give them to Ulf, and I'll get them from him.

I'm not seeing Ulf right now.

-I know you called Lise. -You said you'd live there.

I've had work that's been planned for ages.

-I'm sorry. -I'm moving in with Lise now.

You won't have to avoid the house. I'll leave the letters.

-Take care. -Yes...

Good morning. Thanks for last time, it was nice.

-You too. -I've heard an interesting rumor.

You've taken DNA samples from a lot of men. Any hits?

-It was an impressive article. -I knew you'd like it.

Yes, you managed to portray us as completely ignorant, again.

Perhaps you should be less stingy with the information.

-You got more than enough last time. -Did you get in trouble?

No, I was just transferred to the mobile unit.

-Will you stay down here? -Who knows?

-It's my turn to pay for dinner. -I don't know if I dare.

Wuss.

-Maj-Britt? -Where have you been?

Out with the football newsletter.

Did you talk to Johnny Olsen? It doesn't hurt to ask.

He's been on the national team. I can't invite him to a boys' game.

-Are you going like that? -I'm not coming.

-We barely knew her. -Of course you are. Come on

PANIC-STRICKEN 77-YEAR-OLD: FIND MY RAPIST

-Have you seen this? -I wish I could catch him.

-I'd cut his nuts off. -Yeah, right.

HOLBÆK POLICE STATION 11:05 A.M. TUESDAY, MAY 9

Let's begin. As some of you probably know,

all single men around Udby have given us blood samples.

Unfortunately, no matches. So there are two possibilities.

Either the profile is wrong or the man doesn't live in Udby.

I have faith in the profile, so we could expand our search.

Shall we test all single men in Denmark and maybe Greenland?

-Excuse me, Fischer? -I think it's a bad idea.

I think Fischer's right. I think he's around here.

-He speaks the local accent. -There's not much difference.

He was familiar with Asta's house. He went straight to where she slept.

Maybe he followed the sound. Maybe she was snoring.

Any news on the tape he tied up Asta with?

The shop has sold a roll, but they can't remember to who.

-The receipts don't show anything. -From how far back?

-One month. -Let's go back two months.

You'll do that, Gaby. Fischer, you'll talk to Hanne Winther again.

-Why should Fischer do that? -If she's remembered something.

We don't have much else to go on.

You've read the newspaper. Half of what she says is made up.

Now his face is painted white. What's that about?

-The dentures were from the start. -Yes, I don't have to go back there.

-Maybe she's just crazy. -Then you'll get along well.

-La Cour? -I keep investigating local clues.

See you later.

Was your relationship like that? You both wanted to win.

-I don't remember. -That must've been annoying.

You don't remember that either? I need to tell you something.

-Are you ready? -Yes.

I'm afraid Knudsen made out with Helene once.

Yes, I'm afraid so. Look at the little signals.

Go down, hold her... That's the kind of thing you must pay attention to.

Yes, you're all welcome to our home.

-I'm sorry for your loss, Anders. -Thank you.

-Can I stop by a little later? -Do you have anything new?

I'd like a list of everyone who visited your mother's house.

Family, builders, acquaintances... Everyone you can think of.

-My mom didn't know him. -Or maybe she didn't recognize him.

Is that all you've got?

-Hi. -I'll make a list.

They'll never find him.

EXAMINATION OF VICTIM 12:20 P.M. TUESDAY, MAY 9

-Do you play football, Hanne? -No.

No, my grandson does. I only support the club.

-It's from today. -Sounds good.

-You look handsome in those clothes. -Thank you.

-Are you expecting guests? -No, they're just driving by.

-It's the fourth time today. -Is it the same car?

No, it never is, but they all stare into the backyard.

You're a celebrity now, since you've been in the newspaper.

-It's not that funny. -No, I understand that.

That's good coffee. Strong and delicious.

You said his face was all white?

Yes, I don't know what he was meant to look like.

How did you see that when he had a balaclava?

It had holes for his eyes.

He looked like a skull.

-A skull? -Yes.

That's what he looked like when he was at my house.

Is there anything else you can think of?

I told you, he brought the mail.

It couldn't have been your mail, Hanne. We looked into it.

-He brought the mail. -Okay, he brought the mail.

We'll look into out. Thanks for the tip. Bye.

It was a young woman who said it was her uncle.

She hit on him once, but he only liked mature women.

-I need something encouraging. -I can tell you something.

On second thought, Hanne recognized her rapist.

-Yeah? -He's the one who brought the mail.

I thought it might be a sub, so I went to the mail.

-Was it a substitute? -Yes, a woman in her 40s.

-What about the white paint? -The moonlight? I don't know.

He looked like a skull. Maybe he can use that next time.

There'll be no next time.

-Did you get the list? -No new names.

Asta kept to herself the most.

-Well... -Yes.

I should've been a truck driver, driving around Europe like Johnny.

Where is he now? Is he in Verona?

-Or where? Hello? -I heard you.

I wonder whose window he's climbing out of right now.

Here's something. Someone bought a roll of tape and paid with a card.

-Does he have a name? -Ole Toft Hansen.

-The guy in the Home Guard? -Has he been in the house?

Yes, but that's not strange. He carried the coffin at the funeral.

Look him up.

INTERROGATION OF SUSPECT 3:30 P.M. TUESDAY, MAY 9

-Hello again. Can we come in? -Sure.

It's the police.

-Maj-Britt. -La Cour.

-Maj-Britt. -Fischer.

Please take a seat. It's a bit of a mess.

We were almost offended that you hadn't been here yet.

On March 26th, you bought a roll of parcel tape at the shop in Udby.

-Did I? -You paid with your card.

-Can we see it? -For what reason?

We found some and want to know where it's from.

-It's not from here. -That's what we want to confirm.

Find the reel, Ole. It's probably in the cupboard.

-Would you like a cup of coffee? -No, thank you. I just had coffee.

Hi, sweetie. We're trying to help these gentlemen from the police.

-Not there? -What are you looking for?

-Go up to your room. -Do what your mom says!

-Don't scold him! -He never does what you say.

-You don't have it in the shed? -I don't know.

-Have a look. -Sure.

-Can I come with you? -Of course.

This is where I hide when there's too much noise in there.

What you did for Anders was good.

What if something had happened to Postman-Per?

He's moving, right? Rumors like that are hard to shake off.

-If I knew where the hell it was... -What were you doing on Friday?

-You're asking everyone, aren't you? -Yeah, you could say that.

I was at home until 9, then I visited my mom at the nursing home.

I got home around midnight.

Do you remember what you did on Friday night?

-Friday... Yes, we were here. -The whole family?

Yes. Well, Ole was at his mom's, she wasn't feeling well.

It's usually a false alarm.

-There it is. -Oh, it's unopened.

-Do you want it with you? -No, there's no need.

I read in the newspaper that he had white makeup on his face.

-Is it true? -I don't know.

-That's crazy! -Yes, perhaps.