Rule #1:
Make sure you know everything about those you visit.
2: Never spend more than 10 minutes.
Every extra minute increases the chance of someone returning home unexpectedly.
3: Do not leave any DNA traces.
4: Don't waste time getting an expensive reproduction.
Even a simple forgery will go unnoticed for weeks.
5: Sooner or later, one of two things will happen.
You find a work of art so valuable that you never need to worry again...
or...
you'll get caught.
HEADHUNTERS
My name is Roger Brown.
I'm 5'6" tall.
You don't need a Ph.D to realize that I overcompensate for my height.
For instance, my house is worth 30 million kroner.
I don't like it and I can't afford it. But she...
Of course you have to come!
She loved it.
How often does one of your girlfriends open a gallery?
I told her I had inherited the money.
I had to give her some kind of explanation.
But all I've inherited is bad genes.
We've gone through a long and intricate process to reach the truth in this case.
For someone like me to get what he wants, only one thing matters...
Money.
Go ahead, open it.
Lots of money.
But there is one thing Diana wants more than anything else.
And that is exactly the one thing I do not want to give her.
- Isn't she cute? - Real cute.
You see, Diana Strøm-Eliassen is one of those tall, smart beauties.
Hi, guys! The large paintings go to the back, okay?
The type used to being loved. The type who take love for granted.
And there are plenty of men who would love her.
Men taller than 5'6".
But soon my time will come.
My opportunity. I can feel it.
In the meantime, I play for high stakes.
If you don't gamble, you don't win.
What are your plans for tomorrow?
- Why? - We have a dinner invitation.
We're invited to dinner.
We are invited to dinner?
Yes. There's someone I want you to meet.
Are you telling others about us, Lotte?
There's just someone I'd like you to meet.
This ends right here and now. I'm really sorry about it.
- Please don't. - No no no, Lotte!
- You and me do not exist. - Please stop it.
An impressive resumé you've got here, Lander.
Thank you. Yes, I believe I'm the right man for Pathfinder.
I would like to hear a bit about your life outside the job as well.
Is there such a thing?
So you live here in Oslo? And are married to? Thank you, Oda.
Camilla. We've been married for nine years.
- Two kids. They are in school. - Does she hold a job?
Yes. At a downtown law firm.
Nine-to-five, every day? Who stays home if the children fall ill?
She does, of course.
So there's no maid at home during the day?
- No. - Dog?
- Do we have a dog? No. - No? Allergic?
No.
How much would you consider that your reputation as a leader is worth, Lander?
My... reputation? What do you mean?
This work is by Julian Opie
and is worth a quarter of a million.
Do you own any art in the same price range?
Actually, yes.
A Munch lithograph. "The Brooch."
Could you estimate its value just by looking at it?
- Well, I'm not sure. - You're not sure.
This one, for instance, consists of a few circles and lines.
The coloration is monotone and without texture.
The only thing... I repeat, the only thing...
that makes this work worth a quarter of a million
is the artist's reputation.
And your point is the same thing goes for leaders?
Exactly.
Which is why you will not take this job.
- What? - My God. You applied for it yourself.
What else was I supposed to do?
You should have had someone tip us off to you
and then pretended you didn't know about it when we got in touch.
But...
It's all a game, Lander.
Listen. Pathfinder's chairman and finance manager
will be here tomorrow, and I'd like you to meet them.
You're going to listen politely to them,
then you will explain why you are no longer interested
- and wish them good luck. - But I would not seem serious.
No. They will see you as ambitious,
as someone who knows his own worth.
Lander...
- This is your opportunity. - Opportunity?
Let me build your reputation
and I promise you a position which quintuples your income within two years.
- Within two years? - Within two years.
How can you promise this?
Because I have never given a client a recommendation he hasn't followed.
- Never? - Never.
But how?
The answer starts with an "R."
- Reputation? - My entire career is based on it.
Hi.
- Yes? - I set you up for the interview
with Jeremias Lander and Pathfinder tomorrow at 12 o'clock.
- The information is in the file. - Great.
But listen,
your wife is opening her gallery this weekend, and I wondered...
could I attend?
- Are you invited? - Exactly my question!
- Am I? - Are you?
I got an invoice of 357,000
for redecoration in Kasper Hansen Street.
- Yes, that's correct. - Well, what's that about?
I helped Diana with some expenses. She opens her own gallery on Friday.
You have to start cutting down on your expenses, Roger.
You may go bankrupt at any time.
I'm working on it, Frode. I'm working on it.
As your accountant, it's my duty to inform you
about the seriousness of the situation.
You have overdrawn your account by several hundred thousands for dinners...
There's a call coming in here. I'll call you later.
We have a candidate. Jeremias Lander, lives at Skøyen.
Okay. Got him. When?
He has a meeting at Alfa tomorrow at 12. It will last one hour.
- Nobody home? - No dog, no maid, wife works downtown.
See you in 20 minutes.
The fence in Gothenburg demanded 50%.
Ove Kjikerud charged 20% to disconnect alarms,
fetch the art in my garage, and bring it to Sweden by car.
To get him employed at Tripolis was one of my smartest moves.
I myself was left with 80,000.
80,000.
Not even enough for my next quarterly payment on my house.
Something had to be done.
- Nice to see you. - Hi.
- Thanks for coming.
It's looking real good.
Not even half of the guests have arrived yet.
But I don't have the time to greet anyone either because...
Listen, it's going just fine.
- Congratulations. Fantastic exhibition. - Thank you.
- Something crazy happened today. - Like what?
I cannot tell you now, but I want you to meet him.
Meet who?
So this is my husband, Roger Brown.
- Clas Greve. - Nice to meet you.
Clas just moved here from the Netherlands.
Excuse me. Hi, are you on your way?
No, a few screaming kids just liven up the party...
So what brings you to Norway? Work?
No. I inherited my grandmother's apartment.
- She was Norwegian? - Yes.
And a few months ago, I chose to go into early retirement.
So now I've moved here
- to redecorate the apartment. - So you retired?
- Yes. - From what?
I was the CEO of a Dutch technology company.
I work with GPS sales.
Dutch? Not HOTE, by any chance?
Yes, exactly.
Weren't they just bought up by a large American company? Amtech?
- You are also in the business? - No.
But why did you quit? Isn't it exciting?
I won't bore you with job chatter.
I'm in the recruitment business. You won't bore me with job chatter.
Are you familiar with Pathfinder?
Yes, of course. They were our competitors.
Roger, I'm sorry, I have to go. But enjoy the rest of your evening.
Clas! Pathfinder seeks a new manager.
Someone who can stand up against foreign takeovers.
- How about a meeting? - Sorry, Roger.
Then let's have lunch. Monday at 12:00.
We could drop the job chatter and talk about other things...
art, redecoration, Polish handymen.
Could I have a pen? I'll write down the restaurant's name.
You're not used to being turned down?
A farewell present for long and faithful service?
No, I stole it.
See you then. Give my regards to your charming wife.
I will.
- This is my husband. - Roger Brown. Nice to meet you.
- Brede Sperre, Kripos. - Yes, we've seen you on TV.
He investigates art burglaries now.
I thought you investigated murders.
Yes, but this is getting so big that we sent in all our resources.
We're going to stop this now. Are you in the art business as well?
No, I work as a headhunter. In the recruitment business, for Alfa.
I see. One of the partners.
What do you mean?
Well, I complimented your wife here on her expensive earrings.
She said they were a present from you.
Yes.
The best of us get good bonus deals.
I wish we had those in my line of work as well.
- Sperre? - Yes?
We're from VG. Could we have a photo?
Of course.
Hi. How nice of you to come.
Roger? Are you coming?
Look at this.
"The Calydonian Boar Hunt," by Rubens.
It was stolen when the Germans looted the gallery in Antwerp in 1941.
It's been missing ever since. Do you know where it is now?
No.
In Clas Grave's apartment in Oscar Street.
- What? - Clas Grave's grandmother had
a secret love affair with a German officer during the war.
But he was arrested and shot a few days later.
She panicked, fearing someone would discover the relationship.
And then she hid the painting?
- Yes, something of the sort. - Oh well, but it's not genuine.
I don't think German officers collected reproductions, Roger.
Well, why did he tell you about it?
He came by the gallery to ask if I could evaluate it
or if I knew someone who could.
You're saying that Clas Greve has a genuine Rubens
hanging in his apartment in Oscar Street?
- Yes. - Here in Oslo?
Yes. But I offered to contact an art museum
to have it moved as soon as possible. Next week.
You don't place a painting like this in a safe-deposit box.
How much do you think it's worth?
Tens of millions. Maybe a hundred.
Do you know what I think? I think we should celebrate.
Celebrate what?
That you opened your own gallery.
And the two of us.
Thanks for supporting me, Roger.
Everything is going to be fine.
What do you mean?
That you and I should start thinking about the future.
- Ove here. - We have a candidate.
Do you know what the time is?
His name is Clas Greve. He lives in 25 Oscar Street.
What, he is grave?
No, his name is Greve.
Ove?
Ove, what's happening? Ove?
Sorry. Natasha is here.
Come again?
Meet me at the cabin tomorrow.
No, not tomorrow! It's Saturday.
I've got her for the whole weekend.
We want to do something nice. Not tomorrow.
This is a big deal, Ove. We only have a couple of days.
- One o'clock! - Yes, okay.
- You are so sweet. - Good morning.
- Listen. - Yes?
What you said yesterday about the future.
- Yes? - Does it include the sound
of tiny feet shuffling along these corridors?
- Maybe. - Don't give me "maybe," Roger.
I told you yesterday that everything will be fine,
- and it will. - But I want that conversation now.
Definitely, but I have an important meeting first.
- Do you think I'm stupid? - Hmm?
- You have an important meeting? - Yes.
A meeting that was set up during the night?
I have to go. I'll call you later.
- What are you so scared of? - Nothing.
I'm scared of dogs and you when you are like this.
Don't just make jokes about it.
If you want us to be childless the rest of our lives,
I would really like to know.
Didn't you hear me? We'll have the conversation,
but not now because I have an important meeting.
I've tried to talk about this for seven years, Roger.
And it will take another seven years if you keep nagging this way.
I didn't mean that.
You will never give me a child.
So... how many millions are we talking about?
Maybe up to a hundred.
A hundred?
- This happens every time, Ove. - Eh?
I've told you I don't like those things lying around.
Don't start again. You know I always carry weapons.
At home, I've got weapons everywhere.
Got a gun within reach in every room.
You should get one as well. Sooner or later they'll be coming.
We do it this way:
You go to Gothenburg and get a reproduction.
There are many available, but we need a good one.
I have lunch with Clas Greve on Monday. Then I will get...
Ove?
Women.
Like I tried to say before I was interrupted by a Russian prostitute,
I have lunch with Greve on Monday.
I'll find out then when the apartment is empty,
so that I can fetch the painting.
You go to Sweden immediately. Now.
Okay. No, shit, I can't.
- What? - I'm busy.
- Busy? - Natasha is here.
I'm making a film with her before she goes back.
Film?
I've arranged everything with the guys at work.
- They've changed shifts and everything. - You're filming her?
It's such a long time between her visits, so I need something to watch.
I just activate the alarm, and the cameras start rolling.
- She doesn't know you're filming her? - No way.
And the Tripolis guards? They are watching the two of you?
The cameras are not directed towards the bed!
What do you take me for?
They see her undress
and a bit of fingering.
She's cut her hair. Looks nice.
The rest is private. Cool, eh?
The painting will be removed from the apartment in just a few days, Ove.
Do you realize how big this is?
She is here twice in six months.
You'll be left with millions.
With that kind of money you can buy her.
For the rest of your life.
I'll have one without scampi jelly, and dressing on the side.
As you wish. Thank you.
Will you settle in Oslo now or will you do a lot of commuting?
Three and a half million, plus stock options.
I'm afraid you take things for granted, Greve.
Don't forget you're a foreigner. Norwegian companies would like...
Roger. I don't doubt that your methods will work on most people.
And I respect that, of course.
But we have both been in this situation before.
- You practically dribbled over me on... - Dribbled?
You drooled when we met at the gallery, and with good reason.
On that occasion, the problem was not that I was a foreigner,
but that I was not interested in a job.
But you get to reflect a lot during a weekend, and I concluded
that redecoration is not that interesting in the long run.
So if it's okay with you, why don't we simply drop the charade?
I surrender.
But I still need more data on you.
- For my client. - Do you play squash?
Are you married?
- Divorced. - Children?
- Unfortunately not. - Dog?
Yes.
I've got one. He is in Amsterdam.
- In quarantine? - I'll fly down to get him tomorrow.
The GPS business is a tough one?
- Your back. - Oh.
- That's from the army. - The army?
I enrolled when I was 18.
After a few years I was enlisted in an elite unit which specialized...
- Specialized in what? - Tracking.
- Tracking of? - People.
Missing people, fugitives.
And the technology came from HOTE?
Exactly.
They produced microscopic transmitters.
I had some ideas for improvements, so they recruited me.
Where did you get those scars?
Bolivia.
And how? Were you tortured or what?
No, I was lucky. I got out in time.
Sounds like something from a film.
Believe me, Roger. You've never seen this on film.
When do you think we can arrange a meeting with Pathfinder?
Any time. When are you back from Amsterdam?
- The day after tomorrow. - Let's do it then.
Diana?
Out with customers Back late
No, Murphy. Come here.
Hit the ring, hit the ring!
Hit the one you want, hit the one you love.
Hi, this is Diana. I can't answer the phone right now,
but you know what to do after the beep. Have a nice day.
- Hi. - Hi.
- You're so late. - I tried to call your cellphone.
Right. I can't find it. I must have left it at the gallery.
Was there anything urgent?
No.
I just wanted to hear your voice.
That's sweet.
Come and sit down. This film just started.
No.
I'm beat.
I'm going to bed.
We developed this jelly containing hundreds of transmitters per milliliter.
It adheres to all materials.
It's invisible and just about impossible to remove.
- You mean Trace. - Exactly.
The disadvantage is that Trace
is hypersensitive to dirt and mud.
And my personal experience as a soldier is that when you're stuck in,
pardon my French, the asshole of the world,
you are dependent on your equipment.
Being introduced by Brown is obviously of great significance.
In the final stage, he has to give us his recommendations.
Excuse me for a moment.
Great meeting. Thanks a lot.
- Really good. - Thank you so much.
- Take care. - Thank you.
When will you write the recommendation?
- We have to make a decision first. - What was that?
Nothing is decided. There are other candidates.
We have to consider the total picture. We will get back to you.
Damn it, Roger, did we attend the same meeting?
It couldn't have been better.
They were ready to sign the contract on the spot.
Well, then your chances are good.
- Hi. - Shit, are you calling on a cellphone?
- You're going to Gothenburg tonight. - What? Tonight?
The painting has to be traded for money, as quickly as possible.
- Hi. - Hi.
I have to talk to you.
You can't look me up this way, Lotte.
Please, just give me two seconds.
I'm sorry if it's my fault you're feeling this way.
There's really nothing more to talk about.
Nothing at all.
Do you need money?
I miss you.
- I miss you so much. - Lotte.
Lotte.
Don't contact me again.
You look tired.
Thank you.
Anything wrong?
No.
- A lot to do at work? - Quite a bit.
I had a meeting today with Pathfinder. And Clas Greve.
- Did it work out fine? - No.
- He won't get the job? - Definitely not.
When I get to the office tomorrow, I'll call all the other agencies
and make sure he won't get a single job in Norway.
Why is that?
- By the way, did you find your phone? - Pardon?
Your cellphone. You said you lost your cellphone.
- Yes, I did. - Was it in the gallery or what?
- Yes. - That's great.
- Some more wine? - Yes. Thank you.
Ove?
Come here.
Hi.
- Hi. - What are you doing here?
I saw you go down here, and you didn't come out.
- I got a bit worried. - About what?
Nothing.
- Roger. - Yes.
Have a nice day at work.
I love you.
Ove? Ove?
- Ove, where do you live? - Nathas...
- Not Natasha. Where do you live? Ove? - Nathas...
Ove? Ove?
Ove? Where do you live?
Ove, what happened in the garage?
Did you see anyone?
Ove, answer me. Ove?
Did you see what happened? Was there anyone there?
Listen! Was there anyone there, Ove?
Was there?
What the hell is going on here?
Shit, what's going on?
- Ove, what's the password? - Eh?
What's the password?
- What's the password for the alarm? - Nata...
We have to deactivate the alarm. What's the password?
- Nata... - Stop going on about her!
- What's the password? - That's what I'm saying. Natasha!
With "sh" or "sch"? Ove, "sh" or "sch"?
Ove?
Ove? How is it going?
Ove, how are you doing?
- What happened? - You sat on a syringe in my car.
A syringe?
- Relax. You were lucky. - Lucky?!
It must have hit your knee, so that you didn't absorb all the poison.
- You didn't expose us? - No way.
- Did you fuck up? - That's not what this is about!
- You didn't fuck up, did you? - Diana is having an affair with Clas.
He wouldn't kill you just because he fucks your wife!
- Call 911! - We don't want the police here!
Please, Roger.
I need to get to a hospital, or else I'll die.
- I'll get you some milk. - Eh?
Milk neutralizes poison. That's what they would do at the hospital.
Then give me milk!
- Call them. - Don't do anything stupid, Ove.
Then I'll do it myself.
Just calm down now.
Roger! I would like to talk to you.
- No! - Roger?
Our main research interest was the tracking of people.
Microscopic transmitters.
Hello. I just thought I'd visit the cabin.
I thought you were Kjikerud.
- No. - It's his car.
Yes.
Aren't you some kind of businessman?
I was fired. May I park the car inside the barn?
- 500 per 24 hours. - 500?
You could park for free by the roadside, you know.
If you touch the tractor, I want compensation!
What a rush of people here today!
- I'm just visiting Roger Brown. - You mean that businessman?
Yes.
- What do you want from him? - We have an appointment.
What you're all doing up there is none of my business,
but he probably didn't invite you for coffee and cakes in the cabin.
In the cabin?
Yes, and since it's my property,
maybe a slight compensation would be fair?
Search!
Hello?
Who are you?
Oh shit.
You're not supposed to be out of bed.
- Did anyone ask for me? - No.
Get back to bed. Well, except for the police.
- Huh? - They're waiting in the corridor.
I told them you should have your breakfast first.
Because if you manage to smash the larynx, you're a good fighter.
Experienced. Ever heard about something called KO-daw-ying?
No wonder. Do you know how many martial arts there are?
Three thousand. Three thousand.
You've got wushu, martial arts from China.
Tahtib, Egyptian stick fighting.
That's him! That's him. He's running away!
Hey! Hey!
Freeze! Freeze!
Sunded, I've got him!
Hi. My name is Olav Sunded, from Kripos.
You are a suspect in the murder of the farmer Sindre AA.
Come with us, Kjikerud, and we'll go through the rest at the station.
What?
You are Ove Kjikerud?
Yes.
Where are we going?
We're going to Elverum Police Station, for questioning.
And I hope you cooperate, so that I can go back home to Oslo tomorrow.
Attention all patrol cars.
In other words, both of them.
Bravo 3-0 here.
Egmon Karlsen has reported his truck stolen.
Did Karlsen sound sober? Over.
Not exactly. Over.
Call Bamse Pub. It's probably parked there. Over.
Maybe it's parked behind Kiwi.
Why did you kill the farmer, Kjikerud?
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Don't even try.
Your Mercedes was parked in Sindre Aa's barn,
and you drove his tractor into a ditch.
- I've never heard that name. - We have several witnesses who saw...
There is no truck parked outside Bamse Pub.
No, but I've got more urgent matters now. Over and out.
- But, Kjikerud... - Maybe you could check behind Kiwi.
- We have several witnesses who... - Damn, there it is!
Brugd here. Call Egmon. I can see his truck now.
Probably his son stole it again. Over.
What are you doing, Brugd?
Well, like I said, Kjikerud, we have plenty of evidence,
and still you deny everything.
So start feeding me details, because you lost me completely.
Aa's neighbor found you in the ditch beside the tractor.
We developed this jelly containing hundreds of transmitters per milliliter.
It adheres to all materials.
It's invisible, and just about impossible to remove.
I love you.
You just sit there repeating the same thing over and over again.
- We have to get out. - No, we don't have to get out.
- He's going to kill us all. - Relax, Kjikerud.
He has rubbed transmitters into my hair!
- Do you realize what you're saying? - We have to get out!
- Calm down. - He wants to kill me!
He rubbed transmitters into my hair!
We have to get out!
- He's going to kill me! - Calm down!
- We have to get out! - No, we don't have to get out.
Hi, this is Diana.
Hello? Hello?
Roger? Is that you?
After finishing here, we go to Forensic.
- Yes. - And then we'll have
a look at Kjikerud's house.
Eh?
"Hi, I'm a single girl from Gjøvik."
"I think you are Norway's most sexy policeman, and the best."
"Would you like to meet me? I agree to just about anything."
What the hell happened here?
Lotte, wait. Wait.
- What are you doing here? - Please let me in.
- What happened to you? - I need help. Please.
Thank you.
I don't mean to involve you in this.
In what?
When they ask, don't lie.
Just tell them I was here.
Tell them I forced my way in.
What happened?
Wait here, okay?
I'll get something to clean it with.
Have you got a pair of scissors?
Lotte, who are you contacting?
- Give me that phone! - Ow!
- Give me that phone! - Stop it. Stop.
"Roger is alive. He is in my apartment now."
It's not what you think!
- What's happening? - I don't know!
- Answer me! Answer me! - No, I don't know. I don't know.
- What's happening? - It's not my fault!
What's going on?
- Please. - What does Greve want from me?
- It's the Pathfinder job. - You don't kill people for a job!
It's about billions, okay?
They've been working on this for months, ever since they found out that
- Pathfinder is looking for a new CEO. - Who are they?
- Who are "they"?! - Clas.
He still works for HOTE.
What?
- What? - They have massive economic problems.
Amtech can save them.
They demand that HOTE provide them with Pathfinders' technology.
- This was Clas' assignment. - Are you all insane?
I was to get to know you, then introduce you to him.
But he found a new plan, when you suddenly didn't want to see me anymore.
- What plan? - He had to find a way to meet you.
His grandmother had an old reproduction of a Rubens painting.
So he made up a wild story
that she had gotten it from a German officer during the war.
He looked up Diana and told her the story, and she believed him.
Then he met you.
The only thing I've done is rub transmitters into your hair.
Did you do that?
Did you smear that shit into my hair?
- Diana? - Huh?
- Is Diana involved in this? - I don't know, but I think so.
- You think so? - It's not my fault!
I didn't want this to happen!
I just want to get away from him.
Please help me.
May I have a glass of water?
Lotte! Lotte!
The suspect in the farmer murder case died in the accident,
with three of the four police officers.
The last police officer is still missing.
Military divers are now searching in and along the river at the site.
Now to the Middle East, where...
Diana.
Roger?
What happened?
Are you okay?
Don't look at me that way.
I know why you left.
There's nothing more between Clas and me now. I promise.
I tried to tell you in the garage, but I couldn't.
- And then you just disappeared. - Diana, what do you know
- about everything that happened? - No, I have to tell you this now.
I didn't want it to happen,
but you hurt me,
he was so easy to talk to
and I couldn't stand it anymore.
It was wrong, and I'm so ashamed.
Because you are the one I want.
If you really think we shouldn't have children, we don't need to.
I'm willing to do anything.
You really do love me.
You must never doubt that. Promise me.
And you didn't know anything?
- About what? - You didn't know anything.
Oh my God. What has happened?
Come here.
Dog bites are very serious, Roger. You have to see a doctor.
It's not that convenient right now.
Hold this.
What are you planning to do now?
I don't know.
They'll soon find out who died in the accident.
I have to remove evidence.
And then?
I have to get away from here.
Make a new start.
Maybe we...
maybe you and I could...
I can wait awhile before I report it stolen.
I have to clean these too.
Did you love her?
No.
How could you be so goddamn stupid? Eh?
Steal works of art?
To buy things I don't need?
Who do you think I am?
You had asked me
what I'm scared of.
And I've been scared since I first met you.
I've been scared that you would leave me.
Scared that we would have a child
which you would love more than me.
And I've been scared that you would see me as I really am
and hate it.
I need to see you. Diana
I'm sorry about this, Greve.
It's quite all right.
Roger Brown is on an unexpected journey abroad, you see.
That sounds exciting.
Yes, he had to save an important contract.
But you are in safe hands now.
There are only formalities left, so it won't take very long.
Hi, we are supposed to change a fan in B4.
- Yes. - We've been in and out the whole day,
but this card doesn't work.
Yes, but just wait until the other guy comes back.
Who then?
PATHOLOGY DEPARTMENT
AUTOPSY
Thank you.
Hello, guys.
- Hi. - Sorry, but we're a bit behind here.
A lady just got in who's been lying dead on heating cables for two weeks.
Have you got any thoughts on this?
Typical car accident injuries on both of them.
The cause of death is internal hemorrhages.
But where are the peanuts?
It says here there was a bag of peanuts. Where is it?
I certainly didn't eat them, Sperre.
Has anyone been in here? Anyone unauthorized?
To steal a bag of peanuts?
Who's that?
What the hell is going on here, Roger?
Are you removing evidence?
Do you think you can get away with this?
What the hell?
So you realized that stuff about the hair?
That it's where the transmitters were?
Lotte placed them there.
- That's why you killed her? - Does it feel like a loss?
- I'll give you a choice. - That Lotte died?
If you tell me what the hell is going on,
I'll shoot you in the head.
If not, you'll get a bullet in your stomach.
Don't you have any feelings regarding this?
Why do you want to know?
Because I would like to know if people like you really exist.
- People like me? - Yes.
People who are not capable of love.
People without empathy.
- Empathy? - Yes.
If you want the answer, just look at yourself in the mirror.
- No. - Yes.
- I'm not like you. - You're not?
No.
I have loved someone.
You have loved someone? Diana?
You have loved her?
I'm afraid I have bad news for you.
She tells me she longs for me.
She wants me.
And I'm only human.
Have you ever loved anyone?
Except for your dead dog?
I have no time for this, Roger.
I've got an appointment with Diana tonight.
You fetched the hair. You knew I'd be coming for you. Why?
A shot in the stomach means a slow death.
You'll beg me to kill you. So I ask you for the last time:
Why am I here? What are you smiling at?
Why am I here? Hold it right there!
What happened now? He was shot! What happened?
Do you know why I was smiling, Clas?
Because you just proved that Diana loves me.
She didn't come to you because she wanted you.
She came to you to put cartridges in your pistol.
She replaced the cartridge in your pistol
with an empty cartridge.
Or what do you call them in Danish? Blanks?
What are you talking about?
She hates you.
She wants you to die.
But I will give you one chance.
I have no idea how many bullets Diana managed to switch.
This is not like you, Clas.
Is it over?
Yes.
I may not know myself, but I know others.
And that's what I gambled on.
Welcome to this press conference,
arranged by Oslo Police District and Kripos.
I had prepared well.
The pistol I took from the crash site
would be found by the police on Kjikerud's bed table...
the same pistol that killed Lotte Madsen,
whom the press presented as Greve's lover.
How the "art burglars" Ove Kjikerud and Clas Greve
killed each other in a bloody shootout...
The alarm has gone off over at Ove's place.
...was watched by the whole world on the Internet.
The police would also find that the pistol Greve fired
matched the one which fired the bullet that penetrated Ove's head.
He should never have picked up that pistol.
We are pleased to present a breakthrough in the case.
But even though I had done everything right,
there was one thing I could not change.
Ove was already dead when I shot Greve.
But Brede Sperre is Norway's most renowned investigator.
Leaving cases unsolved is not his style.
Especially not after VG called him:
"The man who makes Norway sleep well at night."
Because he is competent?
Obviously.
But mainly because he has realized what it takes to get ahead in this world.
And what would that be?
Like I mentioned, this has been a long, complicated investigation.
The answer starts with an "R."
Reputation.
Something that gets you TV exposure,
and provides you with texts from unknown women.
We believe they celebrated the theft
and that they lost control completely.
Because they end up torturing a dog
and killing the farmer who owns the cabin?
That's correct.
REALTOR OPEN HOUSE
Have a nice day. Both of you.
We are ready here, Roger.
Send in the candidate in one minute.
- Yes. - Ferdinand.
Thank you.
Hi. I'm sorry.
Please sit down.
I asked you to come here because I think we are at the end of a long,
and as you know, dramatic hunt for Pathfinder's new leader.
In the last round, it was completely unrealistic
to have him released from his present position.
Without promising too much, I believe I have persuaded him.
Please welcome
Jeremias Lander.
Nice to see you again.
My name is Roger Brown.
I'm 5'6" tall.
And you know what?
That's more than enough.
HEADHUNTERS