Not bad, Maria.
For the next time I would like you to work on the intonation.
It's important to keep watching how the bow is sliding on the strings.
When you practice, try to accent the notes as much as you can.
See you next week.
Yes, say hi to Johanna for me.
DARK SOULS
No, Judith, you're doing it completely wrong.
Yes, you have to put the...
You have to put the cartridge in the printer first.
Then you must press the little green button, not the red one.
The green one, located just below "power on".
That's right.
Yes.
OK, now you should hear a rumbling noise.
Yes, it means that it's working.
Yes... Are you ready?
Are you taking notes?
Good.
Female, in her 20's...
Maybe younger.
Yes, that's normal. It's just the printer warming up.
The skull looks smashed.
Found an hour ago by...
Wait a second.
Kristine.
What's the name of the witness?
Maia Stokke.
Don't touch anything before the forensics get here.
No, we can't. It's impossible to drive a car up here.
Ask Lars to pick us up near Vettakollen.
We will have to perform an autopsy and inform the family...
I'll take care of that.
Hi, sweetheart, did you have a good day?
I hope you're hungry.
This is lieutenant Askestad from the Oslo Crime Squad.
May I speak with Morten Ravn?
Yes, it's me.
Good evening, Mr. Ravn. I have bad news, unfortunately.
Something happened?
We found your daughter dead in the forest this afternoon.
Could you come and identify her body...
It's impossible.
I just said hello to her. She just came home.
Are you sure?
Yes, of course I'm sure!
Wait a second, don't hang up.
Johanna...
It's the police on the phone.
They found your dead corpse in the forest!
What should I tell them?
You must be mistaken. My daughter is right in front of me.
Must be an error in the register.
Yes, check your register.
Sorry...
Goodbye.
Johanna...
Did you fall in the mud while jogging, or what?
There's food for you in the kitchen, if you're hungry.
Johanna?
Are you still on the Internet?
HELP ME
She's lying here, in the living room...
I'll turn on the light...
What happened?
She came home after running...
Sat there without saying a word...
She jumped at me and started to vomit this black substance...
Has she said anything?
No...
She's breathing, but I can't find her pulse...
But I have something on the scope...
We're taking her to the hospital.
You'll be sitting in the front, sir.
Please?
Same for me...
We're going to my place...
Your place?
Where is it?
Over there. It's not that far.
I have to piss.
Hello?
You fucking prick, are you watching me piss or what?
Seriously!
Asshole! What the fuck...
It doesn't seem right...
True. Look at this.
Yes, that's her...
I don't get it.
She's suffering from some kind of disorientation.
Headaches followed by vomiting, neurological disorder, and epileptic seizures.
She was dead...
I saw it myself.
The scanner reveals the presence of a pathogenic organism
probably injected after the perforation of the skull.
Metastasis is rapidly developing,
damaging the frontal and temporal lobes.
Metastasis?
Mitoses.
Cell degeneration.
Cancer!
When?
OK, I'm on my way.
Thanks. Bye.
Do you think she'll recover?
No, I doubt it.
The only certain thing is that her attacker knows what he's doing.
To drill the skull the way he did without damaging the brain is a feat.
Here. Call me if there's anything new.
Wait!
You're Askestad, right?
We talked on the phone last night.
Oh yes, Ravn.
Sorry about your daughter.
This is crazy, isn't it?
Yes. I've never seen anything like this.
But I'm in a hurry, I have to go.
But what about Johanna?
You're going to find the attacker, right?
The asshole that took away my...
You can count on us, Ravn.
Mr. Ravn...
The results are not good.
Your daughter is very sick.
She has a tumor in the central nervous system...
A tumor?!
I don't understand...
A cerebral biopsy is needed. We have to remove it.
It's growing and spreading quickly.
It's a high risk operation. I need your permission.
Your daughter has a very small chance to survive this operation.
But if we don't do something quick, her condition might deteriorate.
Dr. Hansen!
Come quick. There's a problem with one of your patients!
Johanna?!
She woke up and jumped on me!
Must be a reaction to the medicine.
Well, that's impossible. I didn't give her anything yet!
What have you done to her?
What the hell have you done to her!
The corpse arrived very late, and Peter didn't notice that.
That the girl was still alive?
Peter is new here. It was late...
I understand.
You were tired.
So you didn't notice that the girl you put in the fridge was alive.
You didn't even notice when she wandered out into the corridors.
I understand, you were tired. Overworked.
These corpses just arrived. No one has touched them yet.
Are you sure that they are dead this time?
Have you checked?
These are exactly the same wounds as the other young woman.
The male body has the skull crushed several places.
He's unrecognizable.
Autopsy?
No, like I said, the bodies just arrived.
If she struggled, there may be traces of the attacker under her fingernails.
Tweezers?
Hi, lieutenant, it's neurosurgeon Hansen calling.
I'm quite busy right now, so...
I must inform you that something happened just after you left...
Johanna went into hysteria while her father was in the room.
Now he refuses to give permission for the girl's operation.
He wants to bring her back home. It's ridiculous.
But why did you call me?
Well, you could convince him to leave her here for observation.
We could perform more tests, find out what she's suffering from...
It could tell us something about the attacker...
Well, it's his daughter, We can't force him to...
Hello?
Askestad?
30 days later
...we've never seen anything like this.
You'd have to be experienced in surgery
to accomplish such horrors.
The inability of the police to solve the case is also outrageous.
It's a disgrace, and it is obvious that we need help from abroad.
How many have to die before the police understand
the seriousness of the situation.
Chief commissioner, it's understandable that people are scared
when you apparently have no leads whatsoever...
We need to relax a bit here. You're exaggerating a lot.
You're making heavy accusations. We're doing the best we...
It's the biggest serial killer case we've had in hundreds of years.
It can be compared to Jack The Ripper.
And you are telling us how efficient you are...
You're exaggerating again.
These are not homicides...
Not homicides?! It's even worse!
Innocent people are drilled in the head and are left to rot,
and they practically live as vegetables, rotten vegetables!
They are left in a state comparable to how the police are handling the case:
Completely vegetative!
How many victims are we talking about now?
Well... the exact number of offences is around...
"Offences"?!
The total is now well over
30 victims...
It must stop.
The chief commissioner is on my back. He wants results.
The press is all over it, making exaggerations.
So tell me, what's new about
this "Toolbox murder"?
Eckhoff, the hardware shop lead, is it going anywhere?
Can I have the pictures, please...
We are now certain that the killer uses this particular drill model.
An all-in-one drill.
A common tool, easy to get hold of
at any hardware shop in town.
We also have a suspect...
Kjetil Ulteig.
A sociopath, well known
to the psychiatric services of Oslo.
And he also works at a hardware store,
and has recently been fired.
Do you have anything better to say, Askestad?
I'll let you know if I think of anything.
3 days before...
These patients are stable. They are completely impassive.
The aggressive ones are on the floor above.
They're in padded cells.
Look... This sample was sent to the lab.
This liquid is composed of non-oxidized chains of carbon.
Organic chemistry. Crude oils. Petrol.
This substance has been taken from the body of one of the victims.
Actually, it's evolving inside every single victim of the attacker.
You're kidding...
Not at all.
And its molecular formula is some kind of unknown hydrocarbon.
Where the hell does it come from?
Good question...
Psychopath still running free
Wanted madman might be in Sweden
Good afternoon. This is the news.
A young man has been attacked at his home in Grefsen.
He was severely wounded and is now hospitalised.
The police stated that this might be the work of the same attacker.
At 7 pm last night the victim's mother came home
and found her son severely injured.
Her son seems to be victim number 37
in a series of identical attacks in the last weeks.
Again a person in orange jump suit was seen fleeing the crime scene.
Apart from that, the police once again have few leads to follow.
Try to get some sleep, Johanna.
Good night, sweetie.
Good evening, Maria.
Hi.
It's been weeks since we last saw you at school...
I've had some other things on my mind.
I don't have time to teach anymore.
It's understandable, with all that's happened and everything...
Actually, I came to see how Johanna is doing.
Can I come in?
Yes...
Johanna is very sick.
Wouldn't she be better off in a hospital?
Oh no, no. We are fine here, the two of us.
She's getting better and better.
It's only a matter of time.
But you came to see your friend...
Wait here a second. I'll go get her.
I can come back some other time if she's sleeping...
No, it's fine.
Besides...
She doesn't sleep anymore.
Look who's here, sweetheart!
It's your friend Maria!
You remember her, right?
Don't be scared, Maria... She's getting better, you know.
Look. She can stand almost by herself.
Good, that's my girl...
Now you understand why I've put up the plastic sheets.
Yes? What do yo want?
What are you doing?!
Johanna, it was him, right?!
We got him, Johanna.
No, it's too dangerous...
Fuck it.
I'll be back soon.
Come on.
Over here.
So, what's it gonna be for you tonight?
You've had a long day...
A long day?
Don't you want to take off your mask?
Don't...
So, Mr. Ravn...
What were you doing there exactly?
I've already told you. I followed my daughter's attacker.
One more time, from the beginning.
I parked my car near the Hydro+ factory in the industrial area.
I was just looking around...
And then a worker appeared and attacked us with a drill!
I got out of it, but...
But instead of leaving, I decided to observe him.
He left the factory in a Jeep.
And you followed him?
Yes.
I followed him to some kind of motel...
I went up the stairs, hid in a room, and...
And I saw everything.
Listen to me! I've seen what they do to their victims!
Wait... You said "they".
Yes, there was an old man wearing an old-fashioned suit...
He was together with the attacker.
They had some kind of machine that sucked out the liquid from...
And then they injected a dark substance...
The same that my daughter...
Here, I took pictures.
Proof of everything I've told you.
You should have contacted us first.
Come on, I'm giving you evidence on a silver platter!
I even marked the position of the factory on that map!
Well, good job, inspector Morten Ravn.
So what do I do now?
Should I put all the workers under arrest?
Listen to me now.
I'll let you go.
But you can't leave Oslo.
And stop your stupid quest for revenge.
Let us do our work.
But I've just found him!
And I know where he's hiding!
I understand what you're going through.
You can go now.
Farewell.
Hi, Maria...
It's Morten Ravn.
No, not very well.
Could you do me a favour?
Excuse me...
Do you know another way into the factory?
Why are you so interested in that factory?
Are you a spy? Police?
My daughter was attacked. I think the culprit is in there.
I want to find out.
Attacked... She doesn't look so good then, I guess.
I wouldn't hang around here
if I were you. They're gonna find you.
OK, I'll figure it out, thanks.
Wait a second!
I've been unemployed quite long now,
so a little help would be appreciated.
That's all I've got...
Sorry.
Those binoculars look quite nice.
OK, that's enough now.
So, tell me what you know, poor bastard...
Think I like being here? Yes, a bastard like you say!
I've lost everything!
My wife, my home, my health, everything!
Yeah, sorry, I didn't mean it...
Thanks to me, this country is rich!
Me and some other divers...
If it hadn't been for us, you wouldn't be sitting in your villas
drinking Bordeaux, complaining about your 6 hour work day!
So... you're a diver?
Yes.
I worked for Hydro+. Thank God I'm done with it.
We were pioneers, you know. Day after day, 100, 200, 300m...
Diving, drilling, mending, in the cold and dark sea...
I lost a lot of friends there.
Accidents because of the pressure.
All we got was a pat on the back, and off we went again!
Oil had to flow, no matter what the cost.
I ended up wounded and they fired me.
I tried to work as a carpenter, but it was impossible!
I kept on having dizzy spells.
Since then, I've been a poor bastard. That's true.
And every night, I drown,
again and again.
But what are you doing here? Don't you have somewhere to go?
So curious, so curious!
I'm sorry about your daughter.
You seem all right, so I'm going to help you out.
At that time I had a friend, a French diver called Jean.
He came here for the money, to become rich.
So he worked all the time, more money, more money!
But one day, what shouldn't have happened, happened.
At 300m depth, something went wrong.
He went berserk, and panicked.
He went up, without any safety stop.
He cut the safety line, sending all his colleagues deep to their deaths.
I paid him a visit at the hospital, and I have to tell you...
He was not the same guy I knew, my old friend Jean.
He looked completely empty, and his face seemed eaten by...
I don't know what...
He vomited some disgusting black mess.
And he kept repeating: I've seen the Darkness. It's inside me!
I never heard about him after that,
and even though he was my friend,
I was relieved!
Enough about that! Where does that leave me?
With brain damage and on welfare.
But I'd rather be a poor bastard than end up like Jean.
But that day...
Something came up from the abyss...
I don't know what it was.
But it was not oil.
I don't want to know!
No one must know!
Johanna?
It burns...
My God!
Johanna!
The patient in bed 3 keeps on throwing up.
Start the projector
so I can synchronise my speech with the pictures.
Wendy?
Wendy!
Yes, Dr. Hansen?
Don't just stand there! We have a lot to do.
Sorry, Dr. Hansen.
Hello?
Wendy?
This came from the lab.
Must be the pictures.
I'm going to check out this factory after all.
Our dear "inspector Ravn" might be right.
Should I call Eckhoff?
Excuse me? Eckhoff?
After 200m, turn left in the roundabout.
Second exit. Then stay on the left lane.
Turn left in the roundabout, second exit...
Take the...
Shut the hell up!
Calm down.
Take it easy.
Untie me.
Untie me, you crazy fucker!
I told you to take it easy.
Hello?
Are you OK?
Maria?
Johanna?
No!