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The street lamp outside my bedroom -

- has been flashing for two weeks now

keeping us all awake.

So I call the council and ask them

if they've considered changing it.

What the hell do I pay my taxes for?

They're completely useless.

Couldn't they send a guy round to hear

if anyone wanted the bulb changed?

- Carl, relax.

- What are we waiting for?

I'm sick of that street lamp

flashing in the dark.

Anker, shut up!

Get a ladder and change the bulb.

What's the problem?

My words exactly.

What's the problem?

Why can't they send a guy round

to look at it and say:

"Hey, that needs fixing. "

A small bulb could fit in a pocket.

Carl!

Carl!

Let's wait for the f***ing backup.

Carl!

Jesus, Carl!

We were asked to wait.

Police!

Sh*t, it stinks in here.

- Sh*t.

- Let's go out and wait for the others.

They'll be here in five.

THE KEEPER OF LOST CAUSES

- How are you doing?

- Fine.

- What a crappy year, huh?

- Yeah.

Why don't you take

all your sick leave?

Take another six months

and spread your wings.

I prefer going back to work.

- Do you stilI take the sedatives?

- Only at parties.

I took the mandatory three months off,

I took all your tests. I'm fine.

I can't send you back to Homicide.

- What?

- I can't. You know that, Carl.

Nobody wants to work with you. Only

Hardy and Anker could stand you.

You can't handle homicides

in your state.

But I'm fine.

That's just the way it is, Carl.

And it's not my decision alone.

I've got something else for you.

The Ministry of Justice has

funded a new department.

Department Q.

The job is to go through

the past twenty years of cold cases.

Find any errors and categorize them.

The idea is

to close a case or two a week.

You want me to go through

twenty years of cold cases?

You're always finding faults with your

colleagues. It's right up your alley.

- How many cases?

- All of them.

Twenty years of cases?

That's three years behind a desk.

- You know I'm doing you a favor.

- Marcus...

You'll get an assistant.

I don't need an assistant.

Just telI me where to go.

- K11 in the basement.

- Thank you.

DEPARTMENT Q:

You don't need to be here.

It's not like the sight of you

makes me feel better.

Well, thank you.

Did you talk to Vigga?

She came to see me once

at the hospital.

We ended up fighting

about who gets the house.

Minna visits every day.

She's certain I'll walk again.

I wonder when she'll realize

she has to get on with her life.

In a year or two, I guess.

It's gonna happen.

Yes.

- Hardy...

- I can't live like this.

Carl... dammit.

The couple were the victims

of a brutal home invasion.

They spent 48 hours tied up -

- before a concerned neighbor

gained access to the apartment...

The missing 12-year-old, Mie Hansen,

was found dead this morning...

- Why are you calling, Carl?

- Hi. I...

I just called to ask how you were.

I'm fed up.

You can't keep calling me like this.

Why not?

Take care, Carl.

Vigga?

Hi.

Hi...

Assad.

- Mind turning that off?

- Sure.

I've set up your office.

I've put up the cases on the wall, so

you can choose which one to start with.

What do mean you've put up...

the cases on the wall?

We have to close

at least three cases a week.

This gives us a nice overview.

But tell me if you want them

placed otherwise.

Coffee?

I made some at home.

- Look, Hassan.

- Assad.

I don't know who you pissed offto end

down here. This department is a joke.

Sorting cold cases is only

for those nearing retirement.

It's the end of the road.

Do yourself a favor, pack up your stuff

and hurry back to your old department.

Boss, I've been stuck

in the depot for two years -

- with a f***ing stamp in my hand.

This is a good job.

Let me know when you've decided

which cases to start with.

Damn!

Let me speak to Marcus.

- Sorry, he's busy.

- I'll hold.

93-YEAR-OLD MURDERED

DOUBLE MURDER:

MERETE LYNGGAARD

DISAPPEARS ON FERRY

I remember this one.

It happened five years ago.

Pretty girl.

We can close that right away.

- We can?

- Read the report.

She committed suicide.

Jumped off the ferry. End of story.

- Thanks for your input.

- Was it your case?

No. I tried to get it,

but they gave it to Brge Bak.

Bak?

Not the guy you wanna call

if you need help with your crossword.

You don't think it was suicide?

Would you bring your

brain-damaged brother on a ferry -

- if you planned to jump?

- I don't have a brain-damaged brother.

- No.

- I'm joking.

- Don't you have stuff to do?

- I thought that...

- You were busy tidying up, I think.

You were great.

Thanks, Merete.

Tage is super excited -

- and wants to wine and dine

the whole group later.

You don't have to ask.

You know the answer.

Hi, Merete.

- Did you have a nice day?

- Yes. How was your day?

Okay.

Uffe got impatient in the end.

I had to show him the same episode

of "Mr. Bean" three times in a row.

- Did he eat?

- Oh yes.

- He's been in a weird mood.

- How?

He keeps staring out the window

as if he's looking for someone.

- But he never goes into the garden.

- No. I'll never quite grasp him.

- He's very fond of you, Helle.

- Good. See you tomorrow.

Bye.

Hi, Uffe.

Hey, come on.

I know it's late, but I had to work.

I missed you.

Are you going to sulk all night?

I was looking forward

to playing with you.

I had to speak

in front of 300 people today.

I don't think I'll ever get used to it.

Remember when I played a soldier

in fourth grade?

You sat in the audience

shouting out my lines to me.

Thank God I had a little brother

who'd learned the play by heart.

Isn't it my turn now?

Uffe, you're cheating like mad.

You're cheating like crazy!

It's my turn now.

There...

You moved some of mine, didn't you?

You did, you cheat!

I'm gonna win anyway.

Uffe?

What's wrong?

Did you see something out there?

Come on.

Back to bed.

Come.

We're not allowed to do this, are we?

- To do what?

- Investigate the cases like this.

- Like what?

- Weren't we to read and sort them?

- So you want to go back?

- No.

What's the problem then?

- I'm just saying.

- Because?

No reason.

- Coffee?

- No thanks.

Maybe later.

Lisbeth Jensen, 52, accountant, saw

Merete and her brother in the queue.

She recognized Merete from TV.

At first Uffe confused her -

- but then she recalled

reading about a sick brother.

Uffe.

Uffe, wake up.

We're boarding the ferry.

Imagine seeing you here.

I thought you guys had drivers.

That's only if you're a minister.

"Arrogant.

Not like I imagined. "

"And her boyfriend just ignored us. "

"They were eating sausages. "

As you do 10 minutes before

you intend to jump into the sea.

They had a fight here

according to that one witness -

- they based

the first month's investigation on.

Maybe he pushed her in by accident?

Impossible.

Are you gonna be like this

all the time?

Three witnesses saw Merete

in the store after they were on deck.

They're all sure of it -

- because halfway through

the crossing it started raining.

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