The Killing (2007–2012): Season 1, Episode 12 - Episode #1.12 - full transcript

Apparently Nanna had her own key.

The technicians have identified
several of her prints.

Blond hairs in the copious amount
of blood on the radiator.

She was raped here.

The final meeting is in 24 hours.
The alliance has to be in the bag.

- The police want to talk to you.
- What's the problem?

It looks like a campaign car.

- Any idea who drove it?
- The technician enlarged the picture.

Our party has a flat
in Store Kongensgade.

I went there.

The car you drove was the one
that Nanna was found in.



- What the hell is this?
- Lennart Brix, Deputy Chief.

If you had asked, you'd have found out
that Hartmann has an alibi.

He left the flat before 11 p.m.
To visit his advisor, Rie Skovgaard.

The next morning they checked in
at the conference centre.

How can the girl have had a key?

It's always in the drawer.

Apparently not always.

Lots of people use the flat.

Stop it, for fuck's sake.

The girl was molested in our flat.

- Have you seen Pernille?
- When were you released?

You didn't tell me anything.

You knew she worked with Charlotte,
and you didn't tell me.

I'll do anything as long as you stay.
Don't leave me.



Mark? Mum?

Mark talked to his father today.

He's coming to Copenhagen.

Good morning.
The police need our help.

They want to interview everyone.

What about?

I went through the interviews again.

Olav Christensen...

It's a nightclub for members.

What about Nanna's boyfriend?

She wouldn't tell me his name.
She called him Faust.

They asked
if we had a Faust in the office.

- Do you know anyone by that name?
- No, no.

It's an exclusive portal
for the club members.

They all use aliases.

In April Faust contacts
a profile called NBL.

Can you trace
the other women he's dated?

Look, Mum.

Nethe Stjernfeldt?

- You created a profile.
- I wasn't looking for an affair.

- Yet met him.
- Why do you want to know?

Tell us who he is.

Welcome to our final meeting.

Troels Hartmann,
someone wants to talk to you.

CID.

Come along, or we'll arrest you.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you ask me, call him now.

THE KILLING

- What the hell is going on?
- Contact your attorney.

- I want to talk to your superior.
- He's gone for the day.

Complain all you want tomorrow.

- First you'll be questioned.
- Questioned?

There's new evidence.
You'll be questioned under caution.

Am I a suspect?
In a murder case?

A witness has come forward.

That's all I can say right now.

Do you have any idea what you've done?

THURSDAY 13 NOVEMBER
9:30 P.M.

I got here as soon as I could.
I got a brief update.

- I have to get out of here.
- You'll be questioned first.

I won't tolerate this.

It's seems more serious
than I thought.

They have e-mails
that can be traced back to you.

What business is that of theirs?

Nethe Stjernfeldt claims
to have had sexual relations with you.

She has identified you
as the man behind the profile

who also met with Nanna Birk Larsen.

What do you have to say?

I told them what I know.

I don't have to make a statement.

It's about controlling the damage.

There is a heavy burden of proof.

They have a good case.

It's important
to tell them your side of the story.

They aren't interested.

It's the third time
they're trying to pin it on me.

I talked to Rie Skovgaard
about taking legal action.

This is unheard of.

But you have to talk to them first.

What's the big idea?
Are we supposed to wait around all night?

- Let's go in.
- Okay.

No, I don't have any comments.
I'm hanging up now.

We thought it was
the right thing to do.

Picking up Hartmann during a city
council meeting without asking me?

We're following a lead.
Picking up a suspect is our job.

- Why couldn't it wait?
- Hartmann is Faust.

He drove the car.

Unless he decides
to stick to his alibi

and his attorney waives his right
not to make a statement.

Very impressive.

We're ready. Troels Hartmann
has agreed to be questioned.

My wife died two years ago.

It was very quick.

For a while I kept to myself.

One day I got some material
from a newly opened nightclub

that advertised a dating portal,
and I created a profile.

Under what name?

Faust.

Why did you chose Faust?

Because of a book I had lying out.

How many women
did you meet through the site?

That can't have
anything to do with this.

More than ten, less the twenty.
It's not something I'm proud of.

You're in the public eye.
Where did you meet with them?

I rarely met them
more than one time in public.

My driver picked them up.

- Where did you meet?
- Mostly in our party's flat.

Could you tell us more about that?

About what happened there?

- None of your business.
- It is.

Nanna Birk Larsen
was molested and raped there.

I told you that I never met her.

Let me refresh your memory.

We have print-outs
from your e-mail box and hers.

Take a look at them.

In April you contacted her profile
for the first time.

The correspondence continued
until a few weeks before her death.

I didn't write this.

This was over six months
after I stopped using the site.

I met my girlfriend, Rie Skovgaard.

Then I put all this behind me.

- You claim you didn't write this.
- Exactly.

Anyone could have
hacked into his e-mail.

- All you need is a password.
- And access to the flat.

I admit I created the profile.

I don't know who wrote this,
or how they got into the flat.

Obviously someone used my password
and pretended to be me.

My client has an alibi.

He was with Rie Skovgaard

and therefore
he can't be considered a suspect.

What's the probability
of someone using his dating profile?

Virtually non-existent.
You have to have the password.

And the computer that was used
is the one in the party's flat.

- What do you think?
- We won't get more out of him now.

We need a court order
to get his phone records.

And finish up in the flat
and do a reconstruction.

Keep me posted.

And don't do anything
without clearing it with me first.

I'm the only one
who talks to the press.

Let him go.

We need to talk to Rie Skovgaard.
And the conference centre.

Who has confirmed
that the two of them were there?

According to reception,
they checked in at 9 a.m. On Saturday.

They rented a room
and a large conference room.

- How did they check in?
- With Skovgaard's credit card.

Apart from Skovgaard,
who saw Hartmann?

I'll have someone look into it.
We have to call Birk Larsen.

Hi, Mum. I'll call you back.
And I'll be late.

Don't talk to Mark about Bengt
and Sweden.

- I'll do that myself.
- Okay. His father is here.

Carsten?

If you want to see him,
you'd better hurry.

- No previous experience?
- No.

Neither of you has seen
a psychologist or been in therapy?

Having a child together
establishes a very strong connection.

So losing the child has great
consequences for the relationship.

It's not our relationship
that I'm worried about right now.

What are you worried about?

There's nothing you can do
to solve the case.

You have each other and your children.

I know what's best for my children.

This pamphlet can give you an idea
of what counselling can offer.

I recommend
our grief counselling groups.

It can be a helpful
to talk to others...

Thanks for the offer,
but we have other problems...

It's not an offer.

The police and social services demand it
after the episode with the teacher.

She said the grief counselling group
had a meeting tomorrow.

What did the police say?

That we should know that the papers
would write about the politician.

- Did they say what they had on him?
- No.

They won't tell you more than that.

This is Sarah Lund.
I'm sorry...

...interrupted a meeting
of the Copenhagen city council.

Mayor candidate Troels Hartmann
was taken in for questioning...

Mum... Mum, I can't sleep.

New evidence was found
in the party's flat

in the case of 19-year-old
Nanna Birk Larsen.

Nanna Birk Larsen was found dead
in one of Hartmann's campaign cars.

How did it go at the station?

My father's lawyer is contacting
Magnusson for the last details.

Who could have used the flat?

Only trusted employees.

- That guy. Olav. It must be him.
- He was questioned by the police.

What do we tell the press?

The person in question knew my password
and used the dating profile.

- Nethe told the police all about me.
- What dating profile?

Find out if anyone
has seen or heard anything.

We'll file a civil suit.

Mostly because
it's an important message to send.

- What are we suing them for?
- For compensation.

- It will be delivered tomorrow.
- We're not filing a suit.

The police are looking for a man,
who wrote to the girl on a dating site.

It turns out that it's a dating profile
that I created at one time.

A long time ago.

I don't know how,
but after I quit using it

someone else has used my profile
and written to the girl.

You knew what I was like when we met.

- Did Morten know?
- Yes.

I should have told you.

But I didn't,
and then time passed and...

- When did you stop?
- I had had enough.

I couldn't face myself
in the mirror anymore.

And then I met you.

Now there are two things.
The key and the dating profile.

Make a list of the people
who might know your password

and prepare what you're going to say
to the alliance tomorrow.

I'll deal with the press.

If you step forward now

people will remember it
for the rest of the campaign.

Is that all you have to say?

...new rules
that make the game flow better.

The goalie's uniform is also smaller.

They cut about 10% off it.

- Then it's easier to score.
- Exactly. Even you can do it.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So... when did you get here?

This afternoon.

They've rented a house in Klampenborg.
Do you want dinner?

Yes.

An opportunity arose last week,
so we decided to return home.

Brussels and two little girls.
The only thing we did was to work.

And I missed this guy as well.
What about you and Sweden?

- It's been postponed a while.
- I heard Bengt had an accident.

- It wasn't a big deal.
- He broke his arm!

The housewarming was cancelled
as well as my trip to Logumkloster.

I've been working on a case.

These things happen.
But I suppose there's no rush.

No, not since Bengt
sent their moving boxes back.

Aren't we moving then?

I'd better go home and help out.
Thanks for the drink. Nice to see you.

- Give my best to Karen and the girls.
- I will.

I'll be right back.

I hope there aren't problems
between you and Bengt.

We'll work it out. Here.

Karen wants to know if you'd like
to have dinner with us tomorrow.

I can't.

Is it okay if I invite Mark?

Only if you call and cancel,
like you usually do.

You've lost weight.

I'm fine.

- I left my address and number.
- Great.

Bye.

- Hello?
- Meyer here.

I talked to the conference centre.

No one saw Hartmann
until Sunday afternoon.

He had the flu.

Rie Skovgaard held the meetings
with the sponsors.

That's fine, Meyer.
See you tomorrow.

DAY 12

The mayor of schools
gave a statement to the police last night.

He was able to give more
information than had been expected.

I'm afraid I can't go into detail.

It's said that Hartmann drove the car
Nanna was found in.

Hartmann has driven
several of the cars in our pool.

I checked out Hartmann.

He was born in Copenhagen in 1964.
Son of politician Regner Hartmann.

Speculations made in bad
taste by political opponents...

At the age of 23 he joined
the party's youth branch.

He was on various committees
during the 1990s.

In '98 he was the leading candidate
and elected mayor of schools.

- The alliance will prevail.
- Are you listening?

He married his childhood
sweetheart the same year.

She was diagnosed with cancer and died.
She was six months pregnant.

- What about his criminal record?
- Spotless.

Did you read the e-mails?

Yes. Nothing suggests that they
were written by two different people.

These were written to NBL
over the summer. All signed with an F.

I'll get the phone.

The files are on your desk.

The ones of missing women
over the last ten years.

- Is there anything special?
- Brix thought it was a waste of time.

He said it was something
you could do on your own time.

Forensics have a report on the flat.
There's plenty to go over.

What's going on, Troels?

Was the girl in your flat? Yes or no.

Yes.

At least that's what they say.

And you were there, too?

Yes, shortly before her.

That has given rise to
misunderstandings with the police.

You also drove the car.
What the hell is this?

I know what it looks like.

I'm just as shocked as you are.

It's very disconcerting.

The only thing I can do
is help the police.

Why didn't you say so yesterday?

Because you forced me not to.
I tried to postpone the decision.

But you didn't pull it off, did you?

I don't care if you've slept
with all the women in Copenhagen.

This is my political life.
My group is very upset.

Will there be more?

No, of course not.

- You're sure?
- I was at a sponsor meeting with Rie.

Jens, keep your cool.
That goes for all of you.

They're ready.

I promised the police to take part
in a reconstruction at the flat now.

Before the meeting is adjourned...

I have to know where you stand.

- You said this is the end of it.
- It's the end of it.

Then I'm in.

We don't really have a choice.

Troels, you have to step up
and talk to the press.

- It's no good hiding behind Rie.
- Right.

Thanks for coming.

- Are they in?
- Yes. Did you check it out?

You, Rie and I are the only ones
established as users on the flat's PC.

Who might know your password?

- Could you've forgotten to log off?
- No.

I don't know.

- Haven't you heard anything?
- No.

No one has noticed
anything suspicious.

- It's a hard question to ask.
- Keep it up.

Someone must have heard
or seen something.

- See you later.
- You'll be picked up by the stairs.

There are journalists
at all the other exits.

- Are you coming?
- No, I'm being questioned again.

- I imagine it's about your alibi.
- Are you okay?

Yes, I'll be fine. See you.

See you.

Yes, I know.
We'd just like to get it over with.

So if it's possible...

Okay. Yes.

Thanks.

The bank might give us
an overdraft of 100,000

so we can pay the workers
and sell the house.

- Have you seen Emil's hat?
- Isn't it on the shelf upstairs?

I'll find it.

HARTMANN QUESTIONED
ABOUT NANNA CASE

Hi, boys.

Mum!

Someone wants to talk to you.

I'm here to talk to Birk Larsen.

If it's about a move,
my husband will be right down.

Pernille Birk Larsen?

My name is Kim Hogsted.
I'm a journalist.

I've tried calling a few times.
Here's my card.

When I look at the erratic course
the police have followed

I really feel sorry for you.

Now they've laid a smoke screen.

What do you want?

I'd like to give you the opportunity
to tell your version.

You'd like to me to talk
about my dead daughter?

You must have lost your mind.

Please leave.

Please leave. Leave!

All right.

Come here.

- Shall I take them to school?
- No. We already talked about it.

I'll see you at counselling.

Emil, I told you not to bring that.

Give it to me.
Have a nice day, boys.

- Let's go.
- Bye.

I parked the car and let myself in.

Did you see anyone?

No, not that I know of.

Right. Then what?

I hung my jacket in the hall.

I remember having a headache
after a busy week.

I sat at the desk and worked
on the speech I was going to give.

- For whom?
- Sponsors and businessmen.

Where did you put the car keys?

Here. On the glass table.
They were there when I left.

You gave your driver
the weekend off. Why?

The next day
we were going in Rie's car.

No point in him waiting around.

You dismissed him and took
a campaign car that you left here.

- Is that a crime?
- Did you make any calls?

I finished my speech and walked
over to Rie's just before 11 p.m.

- That's all.
- My client has assisted you.

- So if you're done here...
- How did the speech go?

Pretty well.
Thanks for asking.

You were with businessmen
and sponsors all weekend.

Yes, I was.

But mostly Rie was.
I came down with the flu.

- With the flu?
- Yes. I was in bed till Sunday.

How much did you drink?

The technicians found an empty bottle

and a glass
with your prints on it in here.

I might have had a drink
to nip the flu in the bud.

The cleaning lady,
who comes every two weeks

had shopped and stocked up that day.

So it would be interesting
to know who drank it.

I had some drinks. Okay?

And what about it?

It was our wedding anniversary...

I don't owe you an explanation.

How long have you taken sedatives?
We found your prescribed pills.

- How low do you intend to go?
- Alcohol and drugs are dangerous.

There's no warning against
drinking alcohol on the label.

- I haven't taken them for ages.
- You just had a really shitty day.

You came here.
You drank a bottle of booze.

You took some festive pills.

And nonetheless you remember
that you left the flat at 11 p.m.

I also remember
which switches I touched. Interested?

Or how many times I went to the bathroom.
Do you want to know?

Let's check out
the button on the elevator.

- You took the elevator?
- Yes. Incredible, isn't it?

According to the managers of the building,
it was out of service.

Then I took the stairs.

Hartmann has told you
what he did in the flat.

Rie Skovgaard has confirmed
that he came over.

Thank you.

- It's me. How did it go?
- Fine.

Morten wants to talk to you. Bye.

- What's up?
- Do you remember Dorte? The temp?

The nice one with back trouble.

- She went to my acupuncturist.
- Yes. What about her?

She told me something interesting.

We need to get a hold of Olav.

Then I was told how bad it was.
And he wasn't quite with it.

He was unconscious.
We couldn't reach him.

Then I went in there...

I have a job in half an hour

but I can drive you home if you like.

And your bike.

No, that's okay.
I need some fresh air.

I'll see you at home.

Hi.

Peter Lassen.

I didn't get round
to introducing myself in there.

I hope it was helpful to you.

It was fine.

I don't think you mean that.

I remember
what it was like the first time.

It's hard to relate to others.

If I want to know, I'll ask.

It'll be five years ago in January.

I had made lasagne.

We sat at the table
waiting for him to come home.

We had put new batteries
in his bike lights.

He knew the way.
We had taken it together in the fall.

But he never came home.

They said it was a red car.

There was paint on one of the pedals.

I sat by the turn in the road
and looked for a scratched red car.

I sat there every evening.

But the car never came.

So I started
sitting there during the day.

In the end, the only thing
I could do was sit there.

My wife tried to get me to give it up.

I couldn't.

I lost my job, friends...

One day I came home,
and she was gone, too.

Not a day goes by without me
regretting letting go of my loved ones.

- Do you understand what I'm saying?
- But you still think about the car.

- How can you forget?
- Don't think of it in that way.

But that's exactly what you do.

Where is the car? Where is he?

- You have to let it go.
- Tell me that you've forgotten.

Have you thought about what would
happen if they never catch him?

- They will.
- You have to let it go.

I have to pick up my children.
Thanks for the coffee.

No matter what they throw at you,
you have to be cool and calm.

- When is Olav coming?
- Any minute.

- Don't go to the meeting with him.
- Why not?

- You have a case against him.
- Of course I should be there.

Just concentrate
on the press conference.

Someone's here to see you.

It's Nethe Stjernfeldt.

I'm sorry to come barging in.

It's not a good time.

I'm sorry if I said something wrong.

They came and asked me.

I talked to them.
Everything's fine.

Thanks for coming
but I have things to do.

I'm a bit busy.

I understand. Call me
if there's something I can do.

I'll leave now.

She...

She just wanted to apologise.

Don't you trust me?

Don't shut me out. Talk to me.

What's wrong? What?

I was told you wanted to talk to me.

You've taken an interest in the flat.

Not at all. I've put up
some guests there a few times.

With the mayor's permission.

Guests that never turned up.

Should I call my lawyer?

Did you use the flat yourself?

- I don't know what you mean.
- You asked about it six months ago.

You asked Dorte
if it was available for the weekend.

Yes. It was for the Poles who were
to do a report on our welfare system.

- They stayed at a hotel.
- Apparently. So what?

Several times a week
you booked the flat for no-shows.

- People change their minds.
- Do you think we're idiots?

Don't blame me if you're in hot water.

Did you book it for yourself?

Be careful what you accuse me of.

- Did you bring the girl up there?
- You know I didn't.

It's not the first time
you need a scapegoat.

Did you make a copy of the key?
Did you use my computer?

Are you deaf?

- How did you get my password?
- You're the one who should explain.

He was at the poster party.

All night. There are many witnesses.

Go home. Take a shower and
get ready for the press conference.

Hartmann has taken
several women to the flat.

He stopped for a couple of months.

He tried to get hold of Nanna.

He seemed jealous.

Someone must have seen something.

- A paper boy, a parking attendant.
- No one has seen anything.

Let's bring Skovgaard in again.

- She won't tell us anything.
- How the hell do you know?

Here's the information
from Hartmann's phone company.

He didn't call Nanna, and his cell phone
was turned off at 10:34 p.m.

- Okay.
- I'll get Skovgaard in again.

Someone called Hartmann
at 10:30 p.m.

- It wasn't Nanna Birk Larsen.
- Who then?

- It says so at the end.
- Right.

What do you want?
What happened?

You said you hadn't talked
to Hartmann for a long time.

I haven't.
I have to pick up my children.

You called him on Friday
31 October at 10:30 p.m.

And there's more, isn't there?

I promised my husband
I'd never see him again.

I missed him.
I wanted to see him.

- What did he say on the phone?
- He said it was over.

And that I should stop calling.

What did you do then?

You got a parking ticket that evening
here on Store Kongensgade.

You parked too close to the corner.

Will my husband hear about this?

Just tell me what happened.

I don't know what got into me.
I was home alone.

So you drove here to meet him.
What time?

Almost midnight.
The lights were on.

So I rang the bell.

- Did he let you in?
- No, he didn't even answer.

I pressed the buzzer
till someone picked up.

- So you talked to him?
- No one said anything.

I could hear music in the background.

I tried to get him to let me in.

But then they hung up.

Did you drive home, or what?

No, I was angry with him.

So I went in here and called his name.

At first nothing happened,
but then I saw a silhouette in the window.

- You saw Hartmann?
- I don't think it was him.

- What do you mean?
- It wasn't him.

- It didn't look like him.
- How could you tell? It was dark.

You looked up at the 5th floor.
It was raining.

I can't say it was him.

- It didn't look like him.
- But you don't know for sure.

The man up there seemed shorter.

He looked at me and did nothing.

It made me uncomfortable.
And then I left.

- It's my game box.
- Stop it.

It's mine. Give it to me.

Mum, tell him to stop.

- You're mean!
- Tell him.

- I haven't played all day.
- Can't you take turns?

- Mum, tell him.
- Shut up!

Mum?

Emil can play with it.

We can take turns.

No, I haven't seen her
since this afternoon.

If you hear anything, let me know.

Here they are.

I'll tell them. Bye.

Hi.
Where have you been?

I picked up the boys.

I made spaghetti bolognese.
I hope you're hungry.

That sounds delicious.

There's something I have to do first.

Okay.

I called the journalist
who came by and set up a meeting.

He'll be here soon.

Why the hell did you do that?

We have to do it to move on.
We need the help of others.

Someone must have seen
or heard something.

If not about Troels Hartmann,
then about someone else.

- I don't like it.
- Well, that's the way it going to be.

This is your third questioning,
and we don't believe a word of it.

None of the sponsors has seen
Hartmann until that Sunday.

He was ill.

Why are you covering for him?

Is it because you're crazy about him?

- Or do you want to save your career?
- I'm not covering for anyone.

He didn't tell you
he called himself Faust.

He met lots women on the dating site.

But not since we've been together.

"I want you. Thanks
for a lovely evening. You're lovely.

"I'm going to the flat now.
Waiting for you. Don't get dressed.

"Can we meet again tomorrow?
I must see you."

They're all signed F.

How do you know that Hartmann
didn't write to Nanna Birk Larsen?

Hi. Sarah Lund, CID.
Is Troels Hartmann home?

Yes. Come in.

I've answered your questions.

No statement without my lawyer.

You said you weren't on the phone.

Nethe Stjernfeldt.

I said in no uncertain terms
that I wasn't interested.

She kept calling me
and sending messages.

Did you listen to music there?

I didn't listen to any.

Are you sure?

I went to Rie's just before 11 p.m.
I've said so all along.

I have to eat now.

Who might know your password?

Let's say someone else
used your computer, car and flat.

- That's what I've said all along.
- Yes. Let's pursue that thought.

Great. Will you take the trash out?
See you next week.

I use the same password
for everything.

My date of birth.

So it's not all that hard.

A few others might have known.

- I've made a list.
- I'd like to see it.

- It's upstairs.
- Okay.

- Have some pizza.
- No thanks. Just the list, please.

You said Hartmann was ill.
What was wrong?

- The flu.
- The flu?

That means you're bedridden,
all sweaty and have a cough.

Yes, something like that.

But I talked to the maid.

She said that only one duvet was used.

She must have got it wrong.

You're covering for a suspect.

If you're lying to me,
you're an accomplice.

You can go to prison for that.
Did you know that?

If that's all, I'd like to leave now.

Thank you.

SHOPPING LIST

There's one more thing.
Just one question.

If you were together
with Hartmann all weekend

why did you call his cell phone
that was turned off on the Saturday?

I have the list here.
We checked with the phone company.

I'll ask you for the last time.
Did Hartmann come over on the Friday?

- Lund.
- Meyer here.

- I don't have time to talk now.
- Hartmann doesn't have an alibi.

Rie Skovgaard has no idea
where he was. None whatsoever.

She lied to the sponsors.
She said that he was ill.

Hello? Lund, are you there?

What's going on?
Is something wrong?

That's fine.
I've got to go. Bye.

- Anything wrong?
- No. Is that the list?

- Here you go.
- Thanks.

Maybe I should have
a slice of pizza after all.