Hello. Are you quite sure this is safe?
Trude has said she would rather stay home with the girls.
The point here is to continue to live as normal as possible.
You have to trust the boys.
- Do you know anything more? - I'm afraid we don't.
- Hi, Harry. How are things? - I don't know. This is just crazy.
It is, isn't it?
- Have you spoken to all the others? - No, not Johnny Solheim.
The doctor gave him something to sleep on. He was in shock.
- None of them knew Simon and Anita. - And what do Simon and Anita say?
- They had hardly ever heard of... - Camp?
- Hamre, everyone has heard of Camp. - No, Veum. Not everyone.
Yes?
Then Harry's parents at Kolbotn are taken care of.
What about Arild?
The mother's dead, no sisters or brothers.
The father's in Brazil, he has been informed.
- Otherwise he seems very single. - Everybody has someone.
Hey there, Varg!
You just disappeared last time I saw you.
You got an SMS that seemed to make you happy?
Is there something you haven't told me, Arild?
Is she married? Underage? Is it a guy?
Are you willing to risk her life just because of some silly secret?
Her family is super-religious. She's shit scared of what they might do if...
If they find out she's seeing me, they marry her off to some old sod.
In the best of scenarios, see? Nobody knows about us, Varg.
Have you seen her lately? Then he knows about you.
What's her name?
- Varg, I can't. I... - Come on, Arild. What's her name?
- Noor. - And where is she now?
She teaches adults at Fana secondary school. Evening classes.
Call her. Call her, I'm going there now, okay?
- Bye, see you! - See you later!
- Hi, Arild! - I've been trying to reach you.
- I had my mobile on silent. - Everything's okay?
- Yes, shouldn't it be? - Do you have people around you?
I think most of the others have left. What's going on, you sound so funny?
The police think that the guy who killed Rebecca might come after you.
They think that he hits the wives and girlfriends of us in the band.
- But you haven't told anyone about us? - Come to my place right away.
- Then we can talk about it. Love you. - Love you too.
Hello?
Noor?
Anyone here?
Noor!
Arild, call her! Just do it, quick!
Come on then!
Come on, out of the way.
- Is he armed? - I don't know.
Armed patrol, we're unblocking the door.
Confirm that message is received and understood.
I repeat, we're unblocking the door.
Confirm that message is received and understood.
What are you doing here?
I heard on the wire that you had caught him.
Blocking removed. Come out with your arms over your head.
I repeat: Come out with your arms over your head.
- Hey! Put that gun down! - Simon, put the gun down.
I'm counting to three. One - Simon! Two...
Your arms over your head! Okay! Easy.
Who are you? Who are you?
She's dumb. She works here as a cleaner.
- We've searched through the building. - Do it one more time.
- At least that removes all doubt. - Yeah, it's the band he's after.
And he wants an audience.
It must be something he wants to take revenge for. Something they have done.
What is it you haven't told us? Eh, Simon?
- Are you talking to me? - Yes, I'm talking to you.
He's killing in order to punish you, isn't he?
- What have you done to deserve this? - What do you mean?
Why do you rather let people get killed instead of talking about it?
Veum, now you're going too far.
- Susanne and Elisabeth, bedtime! - Is daddy getting a hug?
I've spoken to the police for hours. I've told them everything I know.
He's hit all the others, Harry. Next in line is Trude, or the girls.
- We have 24 hours protection. - For the rest of your life?
- No. - He will make it sooner or later.
Are you protecting anyone? Or are you afraid of someone?
- Is there money involved? - We didn't make any money back then.
When, Harry?
Before you made it big? Before Johnny left?
Just tell me what happened.
Why don't you rather talk to Jacob about this. You're pals.
You know how he... manipulates people around him.
Does he manipulate you? No, or I don't know.
- But... I didn't want to... - What was it you didn't want?
- What is it? - Nothing.
Jacob Asen's here. He wants his wife's wedding ring returned.
TRACES OF SEMEN, INTERCOURSE BEFORE DEATH
You said she hadn't been the victim of a sexual assault.
Well, and she hadn't.
So what does this mean then?
I was forced to have you suspended, Simon.
I had no choice, I hope you understand that?
What were you thinking of in there?
I didn't think, I just snapped.
You have of course been under a terrible strain.
We will take that into account.
Sorry.
Before you made it big something happened that may explain the murders.
Harry asked me to talk to you about it.
Jacob? What is it that you're so afraid of?
I've written a speech in Rebecca's honour.
I wanted to for once give her all the credit she deserves.
I want to thank her for being patient with me, but I just don't manage.
Say what a wise, funny, whimsical, fantastic person she was.
They're all sitting out there. Her mother, the whole family.
This is what they need to hear. Not that you fucked her before she died.
You didn't have the guts to make her yours when you could.
But going behind my back is of course different.
For how long? For how long, I said.
Yeah?
Do you know when he will wake up?
At the earliest in a couple of hours. Perhaps not before tomorrow.
- Have you prepared food? - Yes.
Do you want some bread? Salad?
She would have become just like you.
Yes.
Anita, there's something I have to tell you.
- I have done things. - Simon!
I know how much you loved her.
But now we have to move on, you understand that?
You're all I've got. Simon.
You know that?
Yes, I know.
It's been three years, Simon!
It's been three years.
Do we have anything at all?
It happened in an area out of the range of the surveillance cameras.
- So he knew the place? - Or was just lucky?
No, this killer is not counting on luck.
This whole thing was executed according to a detailed plan.
Hi!
We're sitting here with the whole picture, but we don't see a shit!
Hi.
- Hi. - Hi.
Is it you guys that are getting a lift with a patrol car?
- The car is right over there. - Okay.
THE BEGINNING
Isachsen? It's me, Veum.
I can't talk to you right now, he's taken the twins!
- Shall we go? - This is totally insane.
- Do you have a better idea, Harry? - We must go to the police!
What do you think Trude will say then?
He kills Stine and gets a couple of years in jail? No fucking way!
- Are you only after revenge? - If I want revenge?
A man sneaks into my house and kills my eight year old daughter.
You can bet your ass that I want revenge.
What do think will happen when he gets out? Has he forgotten you, you think?
And your twins?
He must be stopped.
I've already spoken to the police.
In the interrogation report it says that it was you who found her.
It seems you were able to think pretty clearly.
Do you know anything about knots?
No.
No. Because then you would have seen that this one here is totally wrong.
All the other nooses were professionally made.
But this here was made by someone who has no idea how they are made.
The day you found her...
She wasn't getting any better, was she?
She wasn't taking her medicine because she believed the pills made her fat.
Then one day she couldn't take it any more.
She came back here. Took some pills, and killed herself.
Simon blames the band for something. What had they done to her? Anita?
What had they done to her?
She worshiped him. The lead singer.
Simon didn't allow her to go to their concerts. He was afraid.
He works with these things and he knew what might happen.
What happened?
I was sitting here in the kitchen all night, waiting.
While Simon drove around looking for her.
At five in the morning he finally found her.
In a bus shed. She was completely lethargic.
Didn't say a word. Didn't reply to our questions.
When she came home she just went straight upstairs and went to bed.
In the end I managed to make her talk.
She had stayed behind after the concert, with the guys in the band.
They had given her some pills, and then they...
They...
All four of them.
Grown men.
She wasn't even fifteen.
I promised her one thing. Not to say anything to her father.
Not say anything to daddy.
There has to be something else we can do?
Jacob, you can't seriously mean that you want to do this?
It's all my fault!
If only I hadn't said anything, then perhaps...
Anita, Anita...
There are two children out there, two young children.
I don't know anything. I can't help you.
Hello, you've reached Jan Isachsen at Bergen Police Department. I cannot...
Open the door and get in.
It's just too bad, isn't it, Simon.
You did everything you could to protect your daughter and yet it went wrong.
It's not too late to turn back. Hamre is still alive.
What happened?
What on earth happened, Simon?
Your daughter killed herself because you weren't there for her.
Four grown men, one after the other.
That's what killed her.
Hey!
Give it here! You heard me, give it here!
Throw it here! Do you hear me! Throw it here! Here!
Get out of the car! Now!
He's got Varg.
You prick!
What do we do with Varg?
We have no choice. We've got to take him too.
What are you playing at? Jacob? Look at me.
Are you going to kill me?
How will you kill me then, Jacob?
Make me get down on my knees and give me a shot in the back of my head?
And how will you get rid of the bodies? You could bury us.
But there will always be a dog coming along and dig out the whole shit again.
- You could dump me in the sea, but... - I didn't ask for this.
Some little girl four years ago. How can you avoid it?
Stop raping fourteen-year-olds!
It wasn't rape!
Besides, how could we know she was fourteen?
She was totally up for it.
What do you think will happen if this gets out?
I haven't deserved that. I haven't deserved any of this.
What happens now?
You regret so intensely what you've done that you'll blow your brains out.
So what shall we do with Varg then?
- No, Jacob, you can't... - Everybody will believe he did it.
- Have you gone totally insane! - Can you shut the fuck up!
Jacob...
You do it.
I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Especially not if you want to see your daughters again.
- Don't listen to him. - How's that?
Have you checked your mobile lately? Go on, check your mobile!
He's got the girls!
Where are they then? They're alive.
But not for much longer if you shoot me.
If he had them he would've already killed them long ago.
I forgot the dresses.
Tell me where they are! Tell me! Now!
Otherwise you will shoot me? Or what!
Tell me where they are!
Harry! Harry, I shall find your daughters.
The next will hit your thigh, so tell me where they are!
All right, all right. Come here, and I'll tell you. I'll whisper it to you.
- Don't listen to him. - Shut up, will you!
Come here.
- What? - What's he saying?
You can do whatever you want with me, it's the only way.
Harry.
Harry?
- What are you doing? - Ruth was deeply in love with you.
I said we should go to the police, but you wouldn't listen.
- Why do you never listen to me? - Harry, drop it.
- Harry! I know where your girls are. - Tell me then.
I'm the only one who knows where they are.
- There's only one place they can be. - So tell me then!
- Call the police, then I'll tell you. - Do as I say, or they will die.
Who do you trust here, Harry? Him or me?
- Shoot Jacob! - Him or me?
- Shoot Jacob. Shoot Jacob! - Harry! Don't do it!
I shall find your girls.
- So where are they? - I don't know. I was bluffing.
- What?! - I had to.
It must be possible somehow to reconstruct the route he followed.
From toll road receipts or something.
We're talking about two young girls. He can't have taken them just anywhere.
There was something about his reaction. He actually believed that I knew.
- Why did he believe that? - Because it was so obvious?