Ruth?
Are you home?
Ruth?
Are you hungry?
I'm preparing food, do you want some?
Ruth!
- No, this can't be right. - What?
- Simon lives here. - Simon?
Simon Follnes at Disturbance Patrol, a colleague. Of both of us.
She's been living in a flatshare downtown.
They hadn't seen her since yesterday.
Preferred to be found by mum and dad, I guess.
Simon...
Simon.
No!
VARG VEUM FALLEN ANGELS
Insurance fraud. In Poland.
Varg?
- Hey! - Hi! Haven't seen you in ages.
- Are you doing okay? - Sure. And you? And your...
Fine. Really great. I'm working a lot and...
It's going really well for Jacob and the others.
You haven't changed a bit.
- Rebecca? - Coming!
- Say hello to him, then. - I will.
Jacob's band is playing at the Wharf tonight. Why don't you come?
- I have to work. Perhaps another time? - You haven't changed much you either.
- You came! - Yeah.
Thank you all.
This next song is about what we want, who we want, and how we want it.
- He seems to be enjoying himself! - He looks great on stage.
Remember the Jane's Addiction concert in London?
Jacob was standing next to us. Then he turned towards us...
- He goes like this: "See that...?" - "That's me in a few years."
Look who's here, it's Derrick! Have we done anything wrong or what?
Hello, Jacob.
We must have done something wrong. You never show up when we invite you.
- Great to see you, man! - Likewise.
- What do you think? - You were great.
Don't lie to me. I know it's not your sort of thing.
Varg! Hello!
Hi! Am I interrupting the male bonding, or what?
- We're just talking about old times. - Will you come for a drink with us?
Of course he will. Now we're really going to make up for lost time!
Why don't you go on ahead, I'll just have a smoke with Varg.
- What's next? Going on tour? - Yeah.
- For how long? - Eight weeks.
What does she say to that?
She cheats on me.
- Did she say so? - No, I just know.
You just know?
Or I think I know. That's the problem, really.
And I can't take it any longer. I must know.
- Forget it! - Isn't that what people like you do?
What? People like me? Eh?
Are you seeing someone special?
Then you would've known what I'm going through.
Hi! I haven't seen you for years, then all of a sudden twice in a week.
Are you following me around or what?
- Are you spying on me? - Rebecca...
Damn you!
- It's Jacob, isn't it? - I felt I owed it to him.
I've done something stupid, I'm sorry.
He can be very persuasive.
But I just hadn't thought he would go this far.
It looks a bit like he has his reasons.
What do you know about relationships, Varg?
Sometimes I just need to get away, and then I come here.
Do you think you can take a snapshot or two, and then that should make it true?
No, that was silly of me.
Do you get paid per hour for this, or what?
I remember you took a lot of pictures.
Had known you for two weeks, and you started ordering us around.
You made us pose at the churchyard with moody dark looks.
You can do that when you're twenty and have been to a photo work shop.
- Are these yours? - Yes, do you like them?
Yes. You should make more like these.
But I will have to shoot anorectic models for a few more years.
Do you ever think about London?
That things could have been different?
It was a mistake.
Rebecca... We don't even have to talk about it.
You never think about me?
- I have to go now. - So go then!
Try to understand. You were my best friend's girlfriend.
I'm sorry. That was totally out of line. Tell me about your life, then.
It's not every day I receive the visit of a private investigator.
Don't do this again.
Rebecca, you're married to Jacob.
It's not about that. Not any more.
You're just afraid.
Come on then!
- Nothing? - Doesn't look promising.
It seems he made sure to stay on the gravel. No traces.
It's a nice house, huh? Great location and...
What were you doing here exactly?
I was on a job.
She was the wife of a friend of mine. He suspected her of cheating on him.
I thought you didn't do this sort of prying into people's sex lives?
I just wanted to reassure him. That he was wrong.
Was he wrong?
And she was alone?
What about the car?
It was dark - black, no blue. Blue, I think. An estate car.
All right.
Are you coming inside with us?
What was the last thing you saw?
She was hanging in his arms like a rag doll.
- He must have knocked her unconscious. - No signs of a fight.
One would assume that she struggled before she was put up like that.
The only thing I've found is this mark here.
He must have attacked her from behind.
The thumb here and the other fingers on the other side. Like this.
- What is this here? - Some first drops of blood.
It's from a mask.
He drugged her first, but why?
And the white dress? Was she wearing that earlier today?
No.
Did you see her change into the white dress?
Have you spoken to Jacob? Her husband?
He will be questioned in Oslo today. He's flying back tomorrow.
They said you were the one who found her. Was she...?
Nothing indicates she felt any pain, Jacob.
This just can't be true. Hanged?
What about... what I asked you to do?
- Does that matter now? - It matters more than ever before.
I saw nothing.
Are you sure?
So I had no reason to distrust her.
- Do you want me to drive you anywhere? - I just want to get home.
- The police are still working there... - I want to go home, Varg.
I'm glad that you're here.
Aren't you going to answer?
Are you here on an official business?
This is Ruth Follnes, the daughter of a colleague of mine.
Until yesterday we assumed it was suicide.
- Two identical murders? - For the moment, yes.
One thing doesn't ring right. Rebecca had sex before she was killed.
And Ruth didn't.
Are we barking up the wrong tree trying to find a connection?
Or is your statement inaccurate?
- Rebecca wasn't alone. - Oh no?
Who was with her then?
I was.
Now I'm here on official business.
Are you the idiot or do you think I am one?
- What happens now? - I'm just sitting here thinking.
About...?
Shall I charge you with giving a false statement?
- Why don't you? - Its a quite common fantasy.
What is? Charging people with giving a false statement?
Sleeping with your best friend's wife.
But unlike you, we have a little more self-discipline, don't we, Isachsen?
- For how long has this been going on? - It's not the way you think, Hamre.
Well, I'm waiting.
We slept together many years ago, in London, after a night out drinking.
It should never have happened.
Since then we've hardly had any contact.
- Not until yesterday? - Not until yesterday.
A few glasses of wine and some old memories and the fire is rekindled?
I didn't know you to be so passionate, Veum.
Jacob has had a tough time lately. I wonder, would it be possible to...
...not mention this thing with his wife?
Something like that.
This is a murder investigation, Veum. I don't care about your sex life.
So what if it wasn't sex? And it wasn't sadism?
- What does he get from it then? - Are you asking me?
I'm asking you.
There's something with the way they are hanged. So white, clean and innocent.
It's quite theatrical...
As if he's trying to say something.
Quite an unusual way of communicating, wouldn't you say?
Killing might not be the main point.
The murders might be the means to obtain what he really wants.
And what does he really want?
In any case he's addressing an audience.
He's considerate towards his victims. A real gentleman, you might say.
Do you know how he drugged them?
With Rebecca it was gas, and with Ruth pills.
Enough to knock out a horse.
What kind of pills?
Simon, you're on sick leave. Do you realize that?
I want to do my bit.
I don't think that's such a good idea. Go home to your wife.
She's already back at work.
Sitting staring at the wall doesn't make things any better.
There's got to be something I can do?
Talk to Syversen. But nothing related to the case.
It was lithium. The pills, it was lithium.
Supposed to relieve mood swings.
- Have you seen this woman before? - Rebecca is here quite often.
- She's here? In what way? - As a guest.
She often spent the night here?
About once a month, perhaps. Mostly at weekends.
Alone, or what?
She mostly comes alone. I've never seen her arrive with someone.
There's been some talk about goings on in the corridors, but... I don't know.
As far as I know, I don't think she has a boyfriend.
How about this girl?
Have you seen her and Rebecca together?
No. What's the matter with her? Is she ill or something?
Excuse me! Do you know a girl called Ruth who lived here in a flatshare?
- Are you from the police? - No.
- Then you must be a journalist? - No.
So what is it you want then?
I don't really have the time. I'm off to work.
Why did she move out?
It didn't work out. She was totally fucked up.
- So finally we threw her out. - When was that?
Three weeks ago.
Do you know where she stayed after that?
She's must have been sleeping around, I guess.
What was her problem?
- Are you sure you're not a cop? - Do I look like one?
Here. You can just press "play".
She stopped taking her medicine, I think. She said the pills made her fat.
It seemed to me she was getting more and more spaced out.
I even started feeling afraid of her.
- Why did you film this? - To show her.
I thought that maybe if she could see this, it would make her realize.
Had she been diagnosed?
Manic-depressive.
She received treatment, which seemed to help. Or so the parents said.
The friend said she stopped taking her medicine and got worse than ever.
People described her as extremely destructive. Sexual self-mutilation.
She was banned from several clubs. Went to bed with just anyone.
What about the footprint? Find anything?
- A standard army boot. - A very common kind of footwear.
Yes, but it's damaged here - see that? On the outside the sole is worn flat.
He stalks the victims beforehand.
Which means they are carefully chosen and not picked at random.
- Fallen angels. - Sorry?
Like in the Bible. The fallen angels were thrown out of heaven.
They were pure and elevated, but then they misused their free will.
Tell me, have you joined a sect or something?
What if the murderer sees himself as some kind of divine executioner.
He sees it as his duty to kill women.
Soiled, apostate, hence promiscuous women.
- Was Ruth a prostitute? - In the eyes of the murderer.
And Rebecca?
Hi.
Rebecca was a regular guest at Park Hotel.
Do you know who I've been thinking of a lot? Eric Clapton.
He lost his son and writes this just amazing song.
I think it must have made it easier for him.
I'm not able to work at all.
Jacob. Did you know she stayed at that hotel?
Sometimes she left, and sometimes I left.
Isn't that the way it is in a relationship?
You must have wondered what she was up to.
People were talking at the hotel.
Am I supposed to start doubting her now?
You said it yourself, it doesn't matter.
Rebecca is dead, and I'm a paranoid idiot.
- We had a lot of fun, the three of us. - We did.
Shall we go and have a beer or something?
- No. - Only if you had the time, of course.
Varg?
Find the fucker who did it.
Now we can welcome a popular guy, he has just released...
There he is!
Ladies and gentlemen, please give him a warm hand... Johnny Solheim!
- Hello, Johnny. - Hi, daddy!
- How are things? - Great!
You're out now with your second album, "Good To Be Back". Why that title?
Well, what happened was that I went to the States to record the album there.
You were in Nashville, weren't you?
...came in as number one.
- Mum, come on! - Yes, I'm coming.
- Stine? - Yes.
- Did you go into the garden? - No. Come then!
But, Johnny, we've been told that you didn't come back from America alone...
...we must... watch this now - because Johnny bought an old Chevrolet 77.
That's right, an lmpala.
An lmpala. Wow, look at that.
A reliable source tells me it has rust problems and cracked seats.
What makes you buy such a car?
Well, its a little piece of Nashville, isn't it?
So it was like a love at first sight thing?
I would rather picture you in a Ford Mustang or something.
Hello?
I have to be careful now so my wife doesn't lock me out of the house.
You could always sleep in the car, there's enough room there.
Best of luck to you! Johnny Solheim, ladies and gentlemen.
Mum, you missed the whole thing!
Mum?
Mummy?
Stine! Stine!
Stine...!
Stine!
Varg speaking.
Your theory about fallen angels, that one we can just forget.
Hamre called me.
That's Johnny.
Johnny?
Johnny, you must come home.
It's Stine.
We have nothing, we know nothing.
A ghost just passed through here.
We still know several things about him. He's intelligent, well organized.
He's got to do this. It's a mission he must accomplish while he still can.
You don't say.
This is still about guilt. The dresses, all the symbols.
She was eight, Veum. The only thing she's guilty of is being born.
You can go home.
- Varg? - I've done something very stupid.
- I've got to talk to you. - Now? In the middle of the night?
- I have to get up early tomorrow. - I have to tell you something.
- Could it wait until tomorrow? - Just forget it, Jacob.
Varg! Wait.
- I just felt so weird. - That's great, Jacob.
You have no idea what I'm going through. I needed some company.
I missed her so terribly. It's so damned sad.
Sad? Do you want me to tell you what's sad?
A eight year old girl killed in the same way as Rebecca.
"Johnny Solheim's dead daughter." That is sad.
Stine?
- Do you know Johnny Solheim? - Yes, sure - we played together.
- Before we got our breakthrough. - Did Johnny Solheim play in "Camp"?
He was our guitarist for a short while. But it didn't work out.
Ruth Follnes... Have you heard that name?
No. Who's that?
Yeah?
- Hi, Hamre. Are you sleeping? - No. Who can sleep now?
Johnny Solheim was a guitarist in Camp.
Two out of three victims can be connected to the band.
The real targets here are not the victims, but their relatives.
The only thing Stine has made herself guilty of, is being born.
She was killed in order to get to Johnny.
What about Simon and Anita? Where is the connection there?
I don't know, but there's has to be something.
The next victim will be someone close to Harry or Arild.
Okay. We will organize protection. All men will be armed.