What do you know. Usually we pour the water on the child's head.
If you drink it, it will act a lot faster.
In the Old Testament, it says that water gives life.
Thomas!
This is our new organist.
Couldn't you play us something? Show them good some church music.
Bravo, Thomas!
Is something wrong?
No.
- Is the organist really called Thomas? - Yes. Why?
- Not Jan? - Jan? No.
- Sorry. Thank you for the tour. - The pleasure was all mine.
- Hi. How was your field trip? - It went well.
- Do you think my class can go too? - Yes, I think so.
- Is the hallway free? - Yes, I think so.
- Then you can do as usual. - Thanks.
I think we should do it.
- What did you say? - I said I want to move.
- Wasn't that what you wanted? - Yes, it was.
- What about the kids Selma? - I'll talk to her.
If I accept it, I have to start working immediately.
Then we'll have to move...
...very shortly.
Okay.
Off to bed with you.
I think we should have a huge going-away party.
Before school is over. You can invite anyone you like.
Moving away isn't a sad thing. It's something we should celebrate.
- When are you playing? - I'm one of the last ones.
I'll drive her around so she will sleep a while. See you soon.
In the eyes of this congregation I ask you, Örjan Karlsen:
Will you take Kamilla Andrea Fjell, at your side, as your wife?
Yes.
Will you love and honor her and stand by her through the good times...
...and the bad - till death do you part?
In the same way I ask you, Kamilla Andrea Fjell:
Do you take Ørjan Karlsen, at your side, as your husband?
Yes.
Will you love and honor him
and stand by him till death do you part?
Hold each other's hands in honor of your vows.
I know pronounce you man and wife.
What's the matter, mommy?
I just think weddings are so beautiful. Don't you think?
Hi. Have you played yet?
Ah, good. I was afraid we were late.
You are late. I've already played.
Can't you go on last? I'll talk to your teacher.
You don't care how I play, you only care that I play.
I was going to take Malin around.
- You were gone for ages. - We just went to a wedding.
- No, you haven't. - Have so!
- We're moving anyway. - My sweet little girl...
I'm not your girl! We're only adopted!
Our parents can pick us up at any time!
Selma...
Come, Selma. Come here.
Don't say that. No-one can take you away from me.
Do you hear me?
- Do you think the violin is ruined? - No, I'm sure it's okay.
JAN T. HANSEN DENIES ALLEGATIONS
ONE YEAR SINCE THE ISAK MURDER
You promised me hot chocolate after the concert.
- And cinnamon buns for the ducks. - For the ducks?
Do you want to take it off?
- Did you get my message? - No.
We're invited to dinner at my Danish boss's place.
In town, tonight. Hege will watch the kids.
Hi, Hege.
He's going to be my boss in Denmark.
Hurry up. A dress. Come on!
I'm sorry.
Hi.
There.
I don't want to nag, but...
You look great in your black one.
- You're taking that one? - Now I'm ready.
After you. Thank you.
May I?
We're very glad that Jon is joining us.
The man is over-qualified.
So he is something of an angel coming to our rescue.
- He is an angel at home too. - Sounds good. Cheers to that.
Our trade has gone through dramatic changes this last year.
We've had to lay off several competent employees.
Let's not talk work. Let's have a good time.
Of course.
Let's save that for last.
What do your daughters think about moving?
They'll be fine. They're such lovely girls.
- They're adopted, aren't they? - Yes.
Yes, we had a boy.
- We heard that, you lost him. - Yes, we lost him.
Losing him is one thing, but never finding him is another.
- So they never found him? - No.
We didn't get any answers in court either. They just blamed each other.
Our oldest son might as well be dead.
- We don't have a grave to visit either. - Sofie, this really isn't the time...
Sometimes he comes home...
...completely...
...exhausted and worn out.
Then I take care of him.
I give him food and...
But as soon as my back is turned he starts stealing from me.
He is a stranger.
Yes, he's a drug addict.
But he is my little boy.
So it would be better if he were dead. Then we'd have a place to mourn him.
Is this really necessary to talk about right now?
I'm only saying this because I love him.
But every day I ask myself why.
Now he's almost an adult.
When we moved I buried all of his clothes in the garden.
Sofie...
I buried the son I once knew.
Agnes?
I haven't been able to drink hot chocolate since that day.
Every time I feel the smell of it I have to throw up.
Is there anything you need?
May we have four cinnamon buns for dessert?
Pardon me?
Just be creative. You can do it. Four cinnamon buns for...
You should've told me if anything was wrong.
He plays so beautifully.
He plays the organ in a church.
Jan, the youngest of them.
Did you know that?
I love you, Agnes.
Is that why...
Are we moving because he has been released?
- I'm just trying to protect you. - Protect me from what?
You can't prevent his release and you can't pretend it never happened.
I'm not a child, Jon.
- All right. We won't move. - Of course we should move.
Then what? Is he going to run free while we have to hide?
He can't control our life forever.
We told the kids we're going to move. You took the job.
I'll make him confess. I won't let him deny it any longer.
- Leave him alone! - Me?
Should I leave him alone? And you do what you want?
- Hi. Did it go well? - Yes, it went well.
Did you get them to go to bed? Here. Thanks for your help.
Good bye.
I'm sorry, Agnes, I...
He had a boy with him.
- No, I don't want to hear this. - He had a boy with him.
There is no boy. It's all in your head. He's a murderer...
There is no boy. It's all in your head, Agnes.
There is no boy!
Did you have trouble sleeping?
Come here.
There...
We need some help carrying. Afterwards we'll have a barbecue.
- Get your bags and we'll go. - Fine. Good bye.
Out - now!
I'm sorry.
I make mistakes all the time.
No, it's not your fault. It's mine.
I'm through with him. I promise you.
Come on, out.
Jon? How did you know?
- We got a letter. - When?
A few weeks ago.
Did anybody move him?
Take me over there.
And spin around.
You have a little boy.
What's his name?
- His name is Jens. - Take good care of Jens.
Promise me.
Mommy!
- Where did you put Jens? - He was right here.
Jens?
He murdered my son.
A four-year-old boy. Did you know this?
He is a child murderer and you let him work here?
This is a church. Where else would he get a second chance?
Yes, but... He has a little boy!
He's going around with a little boy!
Ja. And he loves Thomas.
What if he won't stop?
Life goes on. In one way for you and in another way for him.
- Are you defending him? - No, but I'm glad he's here.
- You don't know what you're talking about. - Yes, I do.
- Everybody gets a second chance here. - You don't understand!
Oops.
It's okay. I'll keep my eyes open.
Now go home. Now go home.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
I've never liked these.
Don't do it! Stop, stop, stop!
- Don't do it! - What is it?
She's going to bury Isak's shoes.
Don't do it, you can't. You can't, Selma, stop.
Let her do it.
- But they're Isak's shoes. - It's okay. Now they're in the ground.
- What if he comes back. - He's dead. You have to realize that!
Selma, that's enough. Come.
Calm down now.
Jon?
I'm sorry. I spilled my coffee on the wall.
Is something wrong?
Were you talking to somebody?
No, it's that damn coffee cup.
Isn't there anybody who asks you how you're feeling?
No, nobody does. Couldn't you do it?
Yes. How are you feeling?
Fine.
That's fine. Put it there.
Can you take this?
Do you want a hot dog?
I propose a toast to Agnes and Jon.
And don't worry. We'll come to Denmark before you know the word. Cheers!
Since Sissel had to speak, I suppose I have to as well.
I promised not to make a speech, Agnes.
But I want to tell you something anyway.
Without you I...
You would have married another teacher.
Sit down, Jon. I want to tell you something too.
I tried to leave you a few times, but I haven't been able.
I thought I wasn't able to have more children...
Then you gave me Selma and Malin.
You've always been here for me when I've needed you.
I love you so incredibly much.
I can't wait to get to Denmark and I hope all of you will visit us.
There's rain in Denmark too.
Cheers!
What's the matter?
I've met him. He was here.
Here?
- What did he want? - He wanted to... talk.
- Talk? - Calm down, Agnes.
He's not coming back.
He won't torment us again. Never.
But he was here?
- Did he see our children? - No, no, no...
Selma! Selma!
- Where is Selma? - Selma is with the other kids.
They went for ice cream.
Come.
Come. Come on, Selma.
Selma, come on. Come.
I said come!
- Come on. - Let go! We're just getting some ice cream.
Let me go!
Let go!
Agnes?
Come.
Jan?
Jan!
- Where is Jan? Or Thomas? - He isn't here.
- I want to talk to him. - I said he's not here.
- I need to talk to the organist. - He...
- He went to the daycare center. - Where is that?
Isn't it down by the park?
How can you leave such a monster alone with your child?
Isn't anyone of you going to stop him?
None of you?
Here.
Don't be afraid.
Where is Jens? Where did you leave him?
- He's gone. - Gone?
What have you done to my boy? Where is he?
It wasn't my fault.
Not your fault? Dear God, help me find Jens.
The mother of the child you killed was in the church. What did you do?
I'm sorry.
- What's going on? - Isak has come back, daddy!
Who is that, Agnes?
It's Jens.
And who is Jens?
It's his boy.
Don't look at me like that. I only did what anyone would have done.
No-one is trying to protect him.
- You took someone else's child home? - No-one is trying to protect him, Jon.
Hi, Jens.
- What's your mommy's name? - Anna.
- Anna what? - Moi.
Let go off him.
Do you want to go home?
Shall we wash your face?
I'd like the number for Anna Moi in Oslo.
And her address.
Jens?
We're going to your mommy.
We're on our way, all right?
It's going to be all right.
Jens, let go off his hand. Let go off his hand!
What are you trying to do?
Stop the car and let us out.
I want to know what happened.
- You are going to tell me. - I've told you.
You took the pram and went down to this river.
What did you do next? This is very important to me.
Yes, I understand it is.
Your boy...
He ran...
...slipped and fell.
He banged himself to death.
Then I carried him out into the river.
- How did he die? - Your son died in an accident.
No, it wasn't an accident. It wasn't.
Yes.
You've murdered my son.
Maybe you drenched him.
Maybe you beat him. Or...
You've murdered him and I can't understand why.
Can't you tell me why?
You are a murderer.
You are.
Come on, Jens.
Don't you touch him. I'm not afraid of you.
Why couldn't you leave him be?
Jens, come here. Jens!
Jens!
Jens, please.
Come.
- You can't take me. - I'm not going to take you. Come here.
Mommy!
Help!
I'm stuck!
He wasn't dead.
I thought he was dead when I carried him into the water.
But he wasn't dead.
Because he looked at me.
He looked at me.
And then I let go.
I did it.
How is he doing?
He is very cold.
I don't get it.
We talked about it and then it was you who did it.
I was going to tell you, but...
I kind of wanted you to like me first.
Forgive me.
Aren't all things part of God's plan?
The evil too.