Subtitles by explosiveskull
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
(engine rumbling)
Mom! Mom!
Uncle Jonas is here.
No, it's not Tuesday today.
But he is. He's here.
UNCLE JONAS: So, after the Germans surrendered,
when did our king return to Norway from exile?
Mm...
June 7, 1945.
And on what date did the Norwegian parliament
hold its first election after the war?
Mm...
Um...
- July 6... - Don't guess.
Uh...
August 3...
On what date did the Norwegian parliament
hold its first election since the war?
Mm...
August...
August 12, 1945.
You have to help him more.
(door opens, wind whistling)
(Uncle Jonas grunting)
(grunting continues)
(Uncle Jonas panting)
I'm going to tell your wife that he's your son.
And then she can tell the rest of your family.
(gasps)
Then you'll never see me again.
♪ ♪
BOY: Stop! Please!
Wait!
- No! - MOTHER: Jonas!
No! Jonas!
No!
Jonas!
Mom!
♪ ♪
Mom?
♪ ♪
Mom, come on.
We gotta get out of here.
(ice creaking)
Mom, come on.
Open the door!
(ice creaks, cracks)
Mom, come on!
Open the door!
(metallic squeaking)
Mom!
No!
Don't leave me!
(screaming): No...!
♪ ♪
(snoring)
(bottle clanks on floor)
(groaning)
(deep inhale)
- (coughing) - (girl squealing)
(grunts)
- (bottle clanks) - Shit.
Morning.
(coughing)
(quiet chatter)
(coughing, sniffing)
♪ ♪
(jackhammering nearby)
(door creaks)
(quiet slurping)
(slurping grows louder)
- (tool hissing) - (gunshot)
Fuck it!
- (dog grumbles) - MAN (mutters): Piece of shit.
Harry Hole?
(sighing): Hello.
Dry rot throughout the whole building,
and I'm afraid we've found some mold behind the walls.
Aspergillus, toxic and pathogenic.
Yeah, your landlord let me in to spray the apartment.
I'm gonna have to take all these panels off.
And this is above your bed. Jesus Christ.
Is there anywhere else that you could stay?
(dog whining)
The air in here is so bad,
you're actually killing your house plants.
I'm not disturbing you, am I?
You are familiar with Emanuel Vigeland?
The brothers' work was most likely influenced
by their father, who turned to drink,
had an illegitimate child with a younger woman.
WOMAN: Yeah, that's... yeah, that's a tragedy.
MAN: Yeah. I didn't know that about his background.
You can clearly see in each artist's case the...
the recurring themes of love perverted and betrayed.
WOMAN: The good news is that
with this new version of the EVISYNC,
from version 3.6 to version 4.0,
allows you to manually push the data back to the server
using the cellular network.
The EVISYNC will automatically upload all the new data
to the central police server here every 12 hours.
We've also done some work
on the fingerprint scanning software.
So you will notice a significantly faster
opening time after scanning your fingerprint.
But please make sure that your fingerprint scans
are done cleanly and clearly from the start.
If you are experiencing a high number of false scans,
this is probably because your fingerprints
were scanned incorrectly from the start.
(quiet chatter)
That must be nearly a whole week of mail this time.
(sighs)
Did I miss anything while I was away?
My uncle died.
Close, were you?
A leave of absence has to be
formally requested... in writing.
Doesn't matter who you are.
Backdate it,
but I can't keep covering for you.
I'm dealing with it.
I need a case to work on.
I apologize for Oslo's low murder rate.
Let's, um, stick to the uncle story.
♪ ♪
You scared my clients away.
I didn't forget Oleg's birthday.
I got him concert tickets.
What did you do?
We took him for a pizza.
Oleg misses you.
He doesn't get along very well with Mathias.
HARRY: What about you?
RAKEL: I'm not going to answer that.
He wants to meet his real father.
I don't think he's ready for that.
Thank you for walking me back home.
See you at the game.
Tell Oleg...
I'm sorry I missed it.
♪ ♪
(distant chatter)
(festive chatter, laughter)
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
(car lock beeps)
(beeping, chiming)
(engine starts)
(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
(rhythmic clicking)
♪ ♪
(muffled): Hi.
(muffled): The snowman.
Snowman!
(chuckles)
I'll take a picture.
Oh, it's beautiful, honey.
(cell phone chimes)
♪ ♪
Mom!
Yeah, hi.
Hello.
Can I borrow your scarf?
You want my scarf? Okay.
I told you I had to leave by 8:00.
And I told you that I had to help one of my students.
(girl humming, giggling)
(muffled): Go to sleep. Night-night.
(wind whistling)
- (loud bang) - (gasps)
(shuddering breaths)
♪ ♪
(siren wailing in distance)
(gasping breaths)
(groans)
(grunts, groans)
(sniffs)
(sighs)
No, thanks.
It's the smoking room.
Yeah, but it's the only place I can concentrate, so...
I'm, um... I'm Katrine Bratt.
Harry Hole.
I know who you are. We, um... (chuckles)
We actually studied your cases at the academy.
I didn't know they date back that far.
Yeah, you're up there with the legends, so...
(laughter nearby)
I don't know who you are.
No, I'm new.
I, um... I transferred from Bergen.
Actually, they put me in your office.
Okay.
- Bye. - (Harry clears throat)
(door creaking, rattling)
(door creaks and rattles in distance)
(wind whistling)
(papers rustling in breeze)
Mom?
Mommy?
(door creaks and rattles)
Mommy?
♪ ♪
KATRINE: Okay, where can I drop you? I'm on a call.
HARRY: It's okay. I'm in no hurry.
KATRINE: So, why don't you have a car?
HARRY: I don't have a license.
Missing persons?
Yeah, it's a woman.
The, uh, call just came in.
KATRINE: So, this machine is called an EVISYNC,
and I will record you, so there's a little camera
- on the other side. We're aware of it. - Right.
Would you like to walk me through what happened?
W-Well, I saw Josephine in the garden in her pajamas,
and, uh, I thought,
"What is she doing out in this cold?"
So I came over to check.
And she said she couldn't find her mother.
I tried calling the father,
but apparently he's away on business.
♪ ♪
(bells chiming)
How long has she been missing?
Two days.
She said she was going to visit a friend,
and she never came back.
Why did you come to me?
I've been suspended.
'Cause you're a friend.
And you're a great detective.
And I don't want anyone knowing about this just yet.
Not yet. I don't want to go to the police.
Can you tell me...
well, was your wife seeing anyone?
I, uh, checked her credit card bills.
She's been to see a pregnancy doctor.
Well, that... that's great news, Frederick.
We haven't shared a bed in three years.
♪ ♪
(car door closes)
♪ ♪
(over phone nearby): This is Birte Becker.
Please leave a message.
(beep)
This is Birte Becker. Please leave a message.
- (beep) - This is Birte Becker.
(Harry braying like a donkey)
(braying)
Hello, Mr. Donkey.
Can I sit down?
It's a nice place you've got here, Mr. Donkey.
(sniffs)
Did you do this by yourself?
My mom helped me.
Was she in a good mood when she got home?
Mm-hmm.
And what about your dad?
He was grumpy again 'cause Mommy was late.
Did she call to say she'd be late?
My dad doesn't want me to have a phone.
She didn't phone the house?
Is he grumpy often?
Has your mother been upset lately
when your father's been grumpy?
Have you ever seen her cry?
No.
But I saw Daddy cry.
When?
A few nights ago.
He saw me, too.
What did he do?
Locked himself in the bathroom.
Where was Mommy when he was crying?
She'd gone out.
- (cell phone ringing) - (sighs) Shit.
KATRINE: Yes. Is this Filip Becker?
Okay, um, yeah, um, I'm gonna have to call you back.
I better go.
Thank you.
He cried last week.
Why did you build the snowman facing the house?
I didn't build the snowman.
♪ ♪
(over phone): This is Birte Becker.
Please leave a message.
(line ringing)
This is Birte Becker.
Please leave a message.
(engine shuts off)
You want a coffee or something?
(scoffs) No.
Look, you're not gonna try and sleep with me, are you?
No.
Okay, good.
She'll show up.
She's having an affair.
She left her coat and her handbag in the house
and the front doors open.
Even if you're having an affair,
you do not leave your child like that.
And, Harry, she's not the only one.
Look, this is Hege Dahl.
Missing two weeks.
Similar age, young children.
Unhappy marriage.
Talk to the husband.
(sighs)
(wind whistling)
MALE OFFICER: Uh, 411 to dispatch?
Dispatch, do you receive?
MALE DISPATCHER: Go ahead, 411.
OFFICER: We're up in Mount Ulriken.
It looks like a homicide.
Uh, adult female. It's hard to see from here,
but, uh, there's a lot of blood.
Uh, a group of schoolchildren found her.
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
I've got a problem. Rafto just showed up.
OFFICER (over radio): What the hell's he doing there?
He's been suspended.
Yeah, try telling him that.
(radio warbling)
OFFICER: Uh, we'll send the kids down with their teacher.
Make sure there's a care officer to meet them
and someone to deal with the parents.
(children crying)
- (ice clinking) - (indistinct chatter)
MAN: One of the children, they heard a noise,
and they went to see what, uh...
- what it was. - Listen, listen, listen, John, John.
I'm gonna need you to calm down. Calm down.
It's important that you answer my questions...
- DISPATCHER: Who's in charge? - OFFICER: Svenson.
DISPATCHER: Jesus.
OFFICER: Uh, it gets worse.
Rafto just arrived.
DISPATCHER: Perfect. The drunk and the half-wit.
Just keep them apart, will you?
OFFICER: I'll see what I can do.
(muttering): Whatever.
Where you going?
Rafto!
(wind whistling)
(birds squawking)
SVENSON: Rafto!
(gunshot echoes)
(birds screeching, wings fluttering)
(door opens)
- MAN: We're closed. - It's all right.
You have something of mine.
It's not yours.
Cold case.
I have clearance to take it out.
- You don't. - (sighs)
So, what, you're going to report me?
HARRY: Eli Kvale.
Tell me.
She was married.
She had three children.
The 12th of November, six years ago,
she went missing.
And the day she vanished, it was snowing.
Hege Dahl disappeared the eighth of November.
The day she went missing, it was snowing.
Not unusual. It's winter.
Now Birte Becker.
The night she disappeared...
- Snowing. - Yeah.
I think it's the falling snow that sets the killer off.
And furthermore, they're all married,
they all have children.
Did you talk to Filip Becker?
Nine times out of ten, the husband did it.
He was interviewed, and his alibi is solid.
He was a hundred miles away.
Have you eaten?
No.
No, I haven't. I'm hungry.
(sighs)
FILIP: 28th, handball.
Josephine's handball match.
Third, "F. lunch."
That's lunch with her friend Frida.
I really... I don't see the point in doing this.
HARRY: I won't keep you much longer.
(Filip sighs)
Ninth, Vetlesen.
He's her doctor. Tenth, yoga.
Do you have any idea why your wife went to see him?
Who?
Dr. Vetlesen.
No.
Tenth, yoga.
Is there any reason you can think of
why your wife might disappear so suddenly?
Your marriage...
was everything all right?
Were either of you having an affair?
- (loud thump) - JOSEPHINE: Daddy!
Come on!
I promised her we'd walk around the neighborhood
to see if we could find her mother.
I'm just gonna get my jacket, darling!
Come out!
Dad!
(speaking Russian)
(beep)
(buzzing)
(whispering in Russian)
(birds twittering)
Step inside.
(indistinct chatter, shouting)
Mm. I thought you wouldn't remember.
(Rakel laughs)
HARRY: Is he still giving you a hard time?
If you want, I can talk to him.
- (grunts) - CROWD: Oh!
Just have fun tonight.
He misses you.
MATHIAS: Hi, Harry.
Good to see you.
Sorry I'm late, honey.
Have you had anything to eat?
No, I'll-I'll grab something later.
No, no, no, I've got vouchers.
- Yeah? - Yep.
Hot dog or hot dog.
(chuckling): Well, hot dog, then.
Harry?
I'll get something to eat with Oleg after.
(indistinct chatter, shouting)
So, how are things with you?
- All right. - Yeah?
Bit tired.
You've been working too hard, haven't you?
I can't sleep.
You should try Valzetet.
It's a new one.
It'll help you sleep.
I can give you a prescription right now.
- Really? - Yeah.
With that?
Yeah. (chuckles)
(crowd cheering)
(cheering)
(whistle blows)
(cheering continues)
OLEG: She won't allow me to try and find my father.
HARRY: Your mother should be the judge of that.
She won't listen to me.
She's worried about you.
All she cares about is herself.
All she cares about is you.
That's why she dumped me.
I'm such a bad influence.
She's concerned.
Concerned about what?
The fact that you run away from home.
The fact that you've been drinking.
So you're gonna give me a lecture about drinking?
Don't be a prick.
Your mum told me the school's arranged
a father-and-son camping trip.
If you want, I can come.
But you're not her boyfriend anymore.
So?
(sighs)
Yeah.
(chuckles) Yeah.
I want you to come.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Good.
So, what's the... the big surprise?
Uh...
Let's find out.
Someone at work got me the tickets.
(wailing over rhythmic music)
(cell phone chimes)
You got a message.
Let me see what it says.
I gotta make a call.
You stay here?
KATRINE (over phone): Harry, there's another
missing woman... in Geilo this time.
That's not our jurisdiction.
I think we should have a look at this.
I'm going to be with you in two minutes, okay?
Her husband specifically asked for you.
- Hello. - Hi.
Oh, I didn't expect you so early.
- Something came up. - Oh.
MATHIAS: Hi, Harry.
- Hi. - RAKEL: How was the concert?
Yeah, it was... it was great.
We spoke.
I'm taking him on the father-and-son camping trip...
thing.
Uh...
See you.
- Hey. - Bye.
(footsteps approaching)
- (car door opens) - HARRY: Take me home.
- We'll go in the morning. - (car door closes)
♪ ♪
(rattling)
(pills rattling)
♪ ♪
(birds squawking)
HARRY: Who reported her missing?
KATRINE: Her husband last night.
20:05.
HARRY: Sylvia Ottersen, 33 years old.
Self-employed, married twice.
But no children.
(chickens clucking quietly)
(electronic music playing loudly)
Hello?
Hello!
- (music stops) - HARRY: Hello?
(wind whistling)
(chickens clucking)
(chicken screeches)
(wings fluttering)
(chicken screeching)
- Hi. - Hi.
Can I help you?
Yeah, well, we're with the Oslo Police.
We got the missing persons call.
Oh. Who's missing?
Sylvia Ottersen.
I'm Sylvia Ottersen.
What, you're Sylvia Ottersen?
Why... why would your husband report you missing?
I have no idea.
He's not the kind to play practical jokes.
- Is he here? - No.
He's gone to the station to pick up my sister.
Okay.
Well, I guess it must be a crank call.
We didn't know where you were,
so we had a look inside the house.
I turned your music off.
Sorry about that.
Thank you.
Can I just ask you... is it just
you and your husband, or do you have any children?
No, it's just us.
Okay. Thank you.
♪ ♪
SYLVIA: What the hell do you think you're doing?
You know damn well what I'm talking about.
Calling the police, telling them I'm missing.
You think that's funny?
Don't you understand? It's over.
I don't want to see you again.
No, it wasn't your child.
It was mine.
If you call one more time, I'm going to the police.
♪ ♪
(chickens clucking)
(grunts, gasps)
(chickens clucking)
(high-pitched whirring)
(loud snap)
FEMALE DISPATCHER: HQ to DC Bratt.
DC Bratt?
KATRINE: Yeah, speaking.
DISPATCHER: We've had a missing persons report.
A woman named Sylvia Ottersen.
KATRINE: Oh, no, she's fine. We-we just left her.
DISPATCHER: Well, the call came in two minutes ago.
Her husband asked specifically for Inspector Hole.
KATRINE: How could...
HARRY: Turn the car around.
♪ ♪
Sylvia?
Sorry we're back, Mrs. Ottersen.
We just wanted to make sure you were all right.
I'm Ann Pedersen.
Sylvia's my sister.
We're twins.
Who are you?
(chickens clucking)
(chickens clucking frantically)
♪ ♪
(wind howling)
♪ ♪
(sirens wailing)
- (indistinct radio chatter) - (camera clicks)
- Is that enough? - Yeah, keep going.
HARRY: Did you find Hagen?
He's at the dinner at City Hall.
MAN: Let's keep it clear, if you can.
ANN: She was a free spirit.
And she always liked men.
Ever since we were teenagers.
She was a good person.
She didn't want to hurt anyone.
It's just the way she was.
I know your sister didn't have any children.
It was just that there was something
in her reaction that when I asked...
She was pregnant.
She wasn't sure who the father was.
She got rid of the baby a few weeks ago.
(festive music playing)
(laughter, indistinct chatter)
- MAN: This way, please. - (camera clicks)
Thank you very much. That's it.
♪ ♪
(indistinct chatter)
(woman gasps)
(cheering and applause)
MALE ANNOUNCER: Ladies and gentlemen,
introducing our guest of honor,
king of industry, philanthropist,
and head of Oslo's Winter Games bid,
Arve Stop.
So lovely of you to be here for us.
I'm not on the list, but I know many of these people.
I'm supposed to be on the list.
I'm a close, old friend of Arve Stop's, you see.
- There's been some kind of misunderstanding. - I have a...
- a person named Vetlesen. - Come on up.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can come here.
WOMAN: He says he's a friend of Arve Stop.
- No. Wait, wait. - No, it's fine, it's fine.
No, just relax, just relax.
STOP (over P.A.): I run over a dozen companies.
When people ask me why
I've given up so much of my time to lead this bid,
I tell them it's because I never had these opportunities.
When I was a boy, the only winter sports I engaged in
were the uphill snow shovel
and the 50-meter firewood carry.
(laughter)
That is why I believe passionately that this Cup
is about much more than just publicity for our fair city.
(scattered cheers and whistles)
Homicides?
Just missing persons for now,
but the pattern is disturbing.
And...
I received this.
Prints?
It isn't just the letter.
He reported her missing before he killed her.
He was watching us the entire time.
What do you need?
Small team.
I'll set up a separate incident room at the mill.
All right, but I don't want a word of this to be leaked...
- To the press. - Press, yeah.
Not until this fucking bid is over.
♪ ♪
(indistinct whispering)
Does this strike you as the proper time and place for this?
Wait.
(phone beeps, clicks)
Idiot.
What?
Arve?
What? No, don't cry.
- Listen, what... - (door closes)
Shit.
(electronic music playing)
♪ ♪
HARRY: Hey.
Hey!
Get out.
Get out!
(dog whining)
MAN: Hey.
Oi, mate!
MAGNUS: Annette Elden, 33,
disappeared 12th of December, 2006.
Her head washed ashore near Arendal.
Rest of the body never found.
Forensic reports indicate saw marks on her neck.
Status: unmarried.
Two children by different fathers.
Harry, I got the names and the addresses
of Sylvia Ottersen's boyfriends.
Now, she went to the clinic the second of November,
but they won't break patient confidentiality.
They do, however, perform abortions.
What is it?
Magnus, get me the list.
What list?
The list of doctors at the Gellion.
I'm thinking that he's going after women
- that he disapproves of. - MAGNUS: Here you go.
All the doctors at Gellion from the last five years.
How did he know?
How did he know Sylvia Ottersen was pregnant?
Idar Vetlesen.
Birte Becker had an appointment with the same doctor.
(beep)
(Vetlesen clears throat)
Dr. Idar Vetlesen?
Yes, that's me.
Step in.
Birte Becker and Sylvia Ottersen
were both patients of yours?
Uh, no. Uh, they were both patients at the clinic.
Uh, I never met Sylvia Ottersen.
HARRY: Can you tell me who treated her?
No, I am bound by patient confidentiality.
She's dead.
Oh.
Oh, no.
Right.
Well, doctor confidentiality.
In theory, would it be possible
for you to access her medical files?
Even if you didn't treat her yourself.
Well, in theory, yes.
The doctors at the clinic have access
to the files of every patient,
should they choose to look at them.
- (clock chiming) - Which I did not.
What did you see Birte Becker about?
(chuckling): Well, that is, uh, confidential.
How do you know Arve Stop?
- Arve? - Hmm?
Well, I've known Arve for years.
I do research in premature birth.
We have a small charity, and Arve Stop is one of
- our biggest supporters. - Huh, I wouldn't have thought
that a man who goes on so much about family values
would support a clinic that specializes in abortion.
Well, we specialize in many different areas.
- Hmm. - And Mr. Stop
supports our research in premature birth.
So, do you see each other socially?
(chuckles) Well, yeah, well, that depends on how you mean.
It's quite simple, actually. Do you have friends in common?
Yes, we-we mix in the same circles, so...
- Why-why are you, uh... - To know if you...
Have you ever practiced in other parts
of the country, Dr. Vetlesen?
- (scoffs) - VETLESEN: Yes, I have.
In, uh... in Eidsvoll, in, uh, Lillehammer.
I see you have a picture of Mon Plaisir pavilion
- in Bergen. - Yes, yes. In Bergen.
Do you live alone?
Yes, I, uh... I am a reluctant bachelor.
Is there anyone in the house right now?
Because I thought I saw someone in the window when I passed.
Right, well, if you want to take a look around,
I will need to see a search warrant.
In fact, if you don't mind, I would like to call my lawyer
before I answer any more of your questions.
That won't be necessary, Dr. Vetlesen.
You can bring your lawyer when we see you next time.
(door opens and closes)
- Hey. - Hey.
What was that?
- What? - He isn't a suspect yet.
We need his permission to search the house.
(chuckles) I know that.
Why'd you ask him about Arve Stop?
I saw a picture of them both together.
And?
And it was an innocent question.
Jesus, anyone can see he's trying to hide something.
Why...
(car door closes)
Oh, hey.
Cloudberry.
If you hadn't told me to look out for it,
I'd have assumed she was attached
to his security detail.
Cloudberry?
It's her password.
STOP (over speakers): Does this strike you
as the proper time and place for this?
- HARRY: Arve Stop. - STOP: Idiot.
EDDA: She filmed him at rallies,
at restaurants, at home.
(sighs)
Hi.
Do you want a ride?
No.
(keys jingling, lock clicks)
Bye.
(door opens)
(door closes)
♪ ♪
MALE ANNOUNCER: The 8:45 train to Bergen
is leaving from platform five.
Oh, sorry.
ANNOUNCER: This is the 8:45 service
to Bergen, stopping at Gol, Finse, Voss and Bergen.
The next station is Gol.
Hi, Harry.
Hi.
Hiding in the playroom, are we?
Yes.
MATHIAS: Don't worry.
I-I'm getting off at the next stop.
Going far?
Bergen.
Ah, rather you than me.
Then again, I am attending a three-day conference
on bioidentical hormone restoration.
I thought you were a plastic surgeon.
Well, you know, cosmetic surgery
needs to move with the times, too.
We're swapping the scalpel for hormone replacement therapy.
If you can slow down the aging process,
there won't be any need for face-lifts, will there?
I'll bear that in mind.
So, how is the prescription working?
Sleeping like a baby.
Splendid.
So, you... you canceled the Oleg thing.
The school trip.
Weren't you supposed to...
Oh, shit.
- Shit. - I'm-I'm sorry, Harry.
- Uh, I'm sure he's fine. - Oleg, you coming?
- He-he knows how busy you are. - Come on.
Shit.
Look, look, you're-you're not his father, Harry.
- What does that mean? - Well, uh...
I don't have to be his father to care about him.
I was trying to say that...
it's a big enough responsibility
for a real father, isn't it?
Let alone you and me.
- Sorry, Harry. - No.
RAKEL: Did you hear from him?
Why can't I go?
- Can I go with you? - Just go!
Hi, Oleg. It's Mathias.
You know what?
Uh, I forgot to check my messages last night,
and, uh, Harry called to say
that he couldn't make your trip.
No, I know.
No, well, he-he couldn't get through to you
or your mom, apparently, so I...
No, it-it's totally my fault, Oleg.
Yes, yes. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Oleg. Yes.
Yeah.
So, see... see you in a few days, then,
wh-when I'm back from the conference. Yeah.
You didn't have to do that.
(train horn honking)
♪ ♪
MAN: Ready? That's it!
Stop!
Hey, Aasen, someone here to speak to you.
Aasen.
My family owned all of these buildings.
And that house over there, too.
Arve Stop worked for us back then.
He was, uh, bright, ambitious.
My father really believed in him.
The business wasn't going very well,
so we, uh, offered him a stake.
Within a year, he had forced us out.
Sold the land for a fortune.
Have any of my colleagues been in touch with you recently?
A young lady?
No.
(chuckles) I look at this picture now,
I see Laila staring at him.
No idea at the time.
Family man, eh?
Do you remember the name of your wife's doctor?
Sure.
Uh, Morton Freiberg.
Did she ever see someone called Vetlesen?
Vetlesen? No.
Dr. Idar Vetlesen.
No.
Any idea where I might find
the officer who was in charge of the case?
Rafto?
He-he died.
Yeah, he-he died around the same time.
(door closes)
♪ ♪
RAFTO: Detective Rafto.
Can you connect me to Haukeland Hospital?
(festive chatter)
SVENSON: What is this? Am I under arrest?
- A cake! - RAFTO: Yeah.
I need some information on a patient.
Laila Aasen.
No, I don't... Listen to me.
I don't know the admitting doctor.
But perhaps she was there for an abortion?
♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
Well, then I'll come down there
- with a fucking warrant myself. - ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
♪ Happy birthday dear Svenson ♪
♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪
SVENSON: Rafto?
- RAFTO: Idiot. - COWORKERS: Hip, hip, hooray!
- Hip, hip, hooray! - Fucking incompetent sons of bitches.
- Hooray! (whooping) - (Rafto grumbling)
Oi! Rafto?
Rafto!
WOMAN: What the hell is he doing?
RAFTO: ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪
SVENSON: In! In!
Get back. Get back in. Get back in.
- ♪ Happy birthday to you. ♪ - (man chuckles)
SVENSON: You idiot!
I heard he was a great detective.
He was a suicidal maniac.
They were gonna suspend him anyway.
They found stuff in his drawers.
Items he'd stolen from various crime scenes.
Is this him?
Where'd you get this?
From a colleague.
Yes, that's him.
He had this cabin up on the coast.
Used to go up there to get smashed.
He was probably drunk when he shot himself.
What's this on the floor?
They look like coffee beans.
Maybe he was trying to sober up after all.
(chuckles)
You didn't check?
The cabin was locked from the inside,
and he looked like that when they found him.
There wasn't anything to check.
Did he have any family?
Wife who left him a year before he killed himself.
Um, I think there was a daughter.
Do you know where she is now?
Not a clue.
Is the cabin still there?
RAFTO: What are you doing with my fucking gun, you idiot?
- (thump) - (Rafto groans)
(water dripping)
("Harligt, Harligt Men Farligt, Farligt" by Bjorn Skifs plays)
- Here's the papers you asked for. - Hey.
(Bjorn Skifs singing in Swedish over stereo)
Where's Harry?
In Bergen.
(song continues playing in Swedish)
♪ ♪
(vibrating, chiming rapidly)
(beeping)
(phone ringing)
- Hello? - WOMAN: Mr. Hole?
This is Harry Hole's phone.
Can I speak to him?
He's not here right now,
but I can take the message for him.
Right, okay.
Uh, this is Rebecca, NRS at Telenor.
We picked up a signal from a missing person's phone,
case number MP2.
Uh, um, I don't have any files in front of me.
Um, who's that?
I'll check.
Birte Becker.
What, it...
- Is it transmitting now? - Yeah.
Just got it in minutes ago.
Yeah, but wait, wait. Is it... is it moving right now?
No. I'll send you the coordinates.
No, just... Wh-What's the address?
Uh, Parkway 1, 0139 Oslo.
You're sure that's correct?
Yes, Parkway 1.
MAGNUS: Hey, are you all right?
♪ ♪
(beeps twice)
(button clicks, beeps twice)
♪ ♪
(vibrating)
(over phone): This is Birte Becker.
Please leave a message.
♪ ♪
(rhythmic beeping)
(beeping continues)
(beeping loudly)
(garage door opening)
(Katrine gasps)
(gasping)
(car speeds away)
MAN: Wednesday, unless you...
Yes?
(indistinct whispering)
- In his own garage? - Yeah.
(indistinct chatter)
Ah, the great Harry Hole.
How many bodies?
Birte Becker and Ms. Dahl.
- Where's Katrine? - Suspended.
She got a call telling her they traced the Becker phone
and didn't think to tell anyone.
I asked you where she was.
That's not my problem right now.
He shot himself straight on.
How do you do that with a shotgun?
It's too long. You'd have to angle it.
Pellet marks should be up there somewhere.
Luckily, we have experts to determine that.
You sure he was alone?
The garage door was closed.
One set of footprints.
We found two bodies in the house
and Birte Becker's phone.
It was a suicide.
Case closed.
RAKEL: Mathias, listen.
I have no idea where he's gone.
Yes, I've checked my messages. He hasn't called.
Oh, well, how can you help?
You're at your bloody conference!
Can I keep this?
MAGNUS: No.
Can I keep this?
Yeah, sure.
She's not picking up.
Katrine!
(grunting)
KATRINE: Get off!
(grunting)
HARRY: Stop.
(grunting, panting)
I guess congratulations are in order.
You know it wasn't that creep.
Vetlesen didn't commit suicide.
Someone killed him because we got too close.
(Katrine sighs, whimpers)
Like your father.
My father would never have committed suicide.
He would never have left me like that.
Get off me.
Get off me. Get off me!
Get off me!
Get off me, you fucking drunk!
Get off.
(shuddering): Get off.
Yeah.
I'm a drunk.
Like your father.
Laila Aasen and Arve Stop were having an affair,
and that's the last thing my father was investigating
before he got killed.
You broke into Vetlesen's house
because you were afraid I'd find out this was personal
and take you off the case.
Vetlesen was his pimp.
And they were both in Bergen when the murders started.
I know how much you want this,
but you can't force the pieces to fit.
I called the Gellion Clinic,
and Vetlesen wasn't even working
the day he was supposed to meet Birte Becker.
They found two dead bodies in his house
and Birte Becker's phone.
Well, isn't that convenient, then?
So Hagen has his killer and Arve Stop's safe,
and no questions are asked.
Do you actually think he killed them?
I don't know.
I don't think either of us do for sure.
Maybe this will bring your balls back.
I'm gonna need your weapon.
It's right there in front of you.
Why did he call you Cloudberry?
(shuddering): Because I liked
cloudberry jam with ice cream.
♪ ♪
(shuddering breaths)
(wind whistling)
♪ ♪
(music playing faintly over headphones)
Oleg ran away again.
(festive orchestral music playing)
- (music ends) - (applause)
STOP: It doesn't really matter
if we win or lose this bid tonight.
What matters most is that we celebrate
the way this has brought us together,
and use that energy to restore the values
that make Norway great.
And so it doesn't matter if, uh,
56 minutes and 33 seconds from now... but who's counting...
(laughter)
...if the World Cup goes to Beijing
or Denver or Montreal.
Because I believe in my heart, tonight,
Oslo has already won.
(cheering and applause)
I tried calling.
I thought he might be with you.
- Oh. - He's okay.
He's, uh... he's at a friend's house.
Just didn't bother calling me.
What did you argue about?
Um, he doesn't want to leave the city.
I thought that change would be good for him.
Well, for me, too.
Where?
Um, Mathias has a house, uh, up in Telemark.
And because he consults all over the place, uh,
it's not too inconvenient.
I saw him the other day.
He didn't mention anything.
Is that really what you want?
I don't know what I want.
I miss you.
STOP: In my head, I know it's 50-50,
but in my heart 100%.
- Thank you for coming. - Mr. Stop?
Mr. Stop, I'm sorry. I, um...
I just want to thank you.
I really liked your speech.
I found it very, very moving.
Well, you see, I, um...
I was an orphan myself, so...
Well, it doesn't have to be a disadvantage, young lady.
It can motivate us, too.
Oh.
Well, yes. (chuckles)
I work in Bergen with...
with young people in a care center, and I know
how... how very busy you are,
but if you're ever in the city...
I started my career in Bergen.
Write to me.
- I'll see what I can do. - Yes. I'm so sorry. I know...
I know people are waiting to talk to you. Thank you.
- Not at all. - Oh.
(camera clicks)
(quiet, indistinct chatter)
Mr. Stop wanted me to let you know
how much he enjoyed your conversation.
- Oh. - It's, um...
It's room 472.
He'll be free after the announcement,
if there's anything else you'd like to ask him.
Thank you.
(chuckles softly)
(music playing faintly through headphones)
(music continues over speakers)
("Stormur" by Sigur Ros playing in Icelandic)
♪ ♪
(music shuts off)
(buttons beeping)
("In the Hall of the Mountain King" ringtone plays)
Mathias.
MATHIAS: Where are you?
I just tried calling you on the landline.
I'm at Harry's.
Yeah?
Because I phoned Eric's parents,
and Oleg wasn't there, either, so I fig...
No, no, I found him.
He was with another friend.
Are you okay?
Yes, I-I'm fine now.
(takes deep breath)
Mathias...
Uh, I've got to run, uh,
to one of those boring dinners, but...
I'll call you in the morning when I'm back.
Okay?
RAKEL: Shit.
♪ ♪
You couldn't have asked another doctor?
What?
MALE ANNOUNCER: Two minutes, ladies and gentlemen.
(quiet chatter)
(indistinct chatter)
(door opens)
(brief, high-pitched whir)
Hello?
(high-pitched whirring)
Hello?
And to all our viewers around the world, thank you
for joining us here tonight at the hotel...
No! No!
(screams) Stop! No!
(screams)
...of Beijing, Denver, Oslo and Montreal.
No! (muffled grunting)
(screaming)
...there can only be one winner.
(choking)
(gasping)
...that the 15th
- Winter Sports World Cup... - (gasps)
has been awarded to...
CROWD: Two, one...
- Oslo. - (cheering)
(orchestra playing festive tune)
(music and cheering continue in distance)
(fireworks popping)
(ratcheting)
(loud, festive chatter; fireworks popping)
Thank you.
Congrats to us all.
(cheering, fireworks continue in distance)
(singsongy): Woo-hoo.
(cheering, fireworks continue in distance)
♪ ♪
(beep)
♪ ♪
(cup drops, spills)
♪ ♪
That's the last of her files to download.
There's nothing after that.
Get me a list of all the phone calls
and appointments she made while I was away.
Magnus!
Yeah, sure.
- When was this taken? - Two days ago.
FILIP (over video): Oh, no, no, no, no.
- I'm late to get her to school. - KATRINE: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
- I have to get to work. - I am sorry.
I have one quick question I need to ask you.
- We have been over this hundreds of times. - I know.
I know we have been over this a hundred times,
but I need to sort something out.
Dr. Vetlesen was not working at the clinic
the day your wife was supposed to see him.
He wasn't there.
- So she got the day wrong. - I...
- How the... - JOSEPHINE: Daddy!
Josephine, in the car.
How the hell am I supposed to remember what day we saw him?
Uh, sir, I'm just trying to find your wife.
Please help me.
How the hell am I supposed
to remember what day we saw him?
Uh, sir, I'm just trying to find your wife.
Please help me. I will...
How the hell am I supposed to remember what day we saw him?
Sir, I'm trying to find your wife.
How the hell am I supposed to remember what day we saw him?
Sir, I'm trying to find your wife.
- ...what day we saw him? - Sir...
- ...what day we saw him? ...what day... - Sir...
MAGNUS: Yes, I want all those files.
- Send them to me. - Give me your car keys.
- What? - And your phone.
(keys jingling)
(engine shuts off)
Yes?
You told me Vetlesen
was your wife's doctor when we spoke.
And that you had no idea why she'd gone to see him.
Yes.
But you told my colleague you both went to see him.
(sighs)
She must have misheard me.
She recorded the interview.
(yells)
Darling, go back inside.
I'll come in in a minute, okay?
Good girl.
She isn't mine.
Birte and I were trying for another child.
We thought it might save our marriage.
We had blood tests done at the clinic
for hormone treatment.
And it came out that...
she wasn't mine.
I am infertile.
I've always been infertile.
Can't have children.
But she is mine.
Do you understand?
How could I not love her?
But you didn't see Vetlesen the day you found out.
(sighs) No, we saw some hormone specialist.
Visiting consultant.
♪ ♪
Do you know his name?
(knocking at door)
Yes?
("In the Hall of the Mountain King" ringtone plays)
Just a second.
Damn it.
(knocking, ringtone continue)
I said I'm coming.
(door opens)
You never called.
Is Oleg back?
What? Oleg?
He... he's at school.
And Harry?
Is Harry here?
(laughs)
No.
Oh.
How did he convince you to give him those pills?
He didn't.
You didn't have to do it for me.
I didn't do it for you.
(door closes, lock clicks)
It was never about you.
HARRY: I'm outside his house.
I can't reach Rakel.
Send someone to her apartment.
♪ ♪
Oleg.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
("In the Hall of the Mountain King" ringtone plays)
Why do you have Mom's phone?
Come on.
(line ringing)
(phone camera beeps, clicks)
(ringtone continues)
You and I have more in common than you think.
I didn't know who my father was, either.
(beeps, clicks)
Magnus, track Rakel's phone.
(ringtone continues)
Sorry, I just...
(tires squealing)
All right.
Okay, Harry, we just picked up her signal,
heading west towards Telemark.
It is a red Volvo,
registered to a Mathias Lund-Helgesen,
Rjukan, 2421.
MAGNUS: The house is pretty remote.
There's-there's an access road, but that's it.
And there's a big lake around it.
Helicopters are grounded because of the weather,
but Delta is on their way.
HARRY: Anything on Mathias's family?
MAGNUS: Okay, I've got something here.
Jonas Lund-Helgesen, former police officer,
lost his job in '89.
A scandal involving a woman drowning in a car.
Probable suicide.
- She had a son. - BOY: Stop!
MAGNUS: Father unknown.
BOY: Please!
MAGNUS: He was sent to an orphanage.
(wind whistling)
HARRY: Who led the investigation
into the woman's disappearance?
MAGNUS: Some local talent in the village nearby.
HARRY: What's his name?
MAGNUS: Jonas Lund-Helgesen.
Jonas! No!
Please stop!
♪ ♪
MAGNUS: Harry?
Harry? We've lost him.
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
("In the Hall of the Mountain King" ringtone plays)
(ringtone growing louder)
(ringtone stops)
(high-pitched whirring)
(wind whistling)
Sit down, Harry.
Pass me the gun.
I didn't think you'd find me.
Perhaps the pills helped after all.
I spoke to Filip Becker.
MATHIAS: What's going to happen
when Josephine Becker finds out he isn't her father?
She'll still love him.
Wrong answer.
(ratcheting)
Let's try again.
Was it right for Sylvia Ottersen
to kill her unborn child
simply because she couldn't keep track
of who the father was?
That was her choice.
Too short.
Maybe she was afraid.
What about you, Harry?
You have a woman who loves you.
A boy who's devoted to you.
Why did you abandon them?
They deserve better.
(Mathias scoffs)
Too easy.
- (muffled gasping) - HARRY: Because...
I'm selfish.
I'm an addict.
There isn't enough room for them.
You know, when I first saw your picture in the papers...
...with all those medals,
I thought, "That man must have a perfect family."
And here you are.
Last question.
This boy, who doesn't even know who his father is...
...who's had to put up with so many men
like you and me taking his place...
...does his mother deserve to live?
Why don't you ask him?
(grunting and groaning)
- (grunts) - (high-pitched whirring)
(grunting)
(yelling in pain)
(grunting)
(door opens, footsteps departing)
(panting)
You all right?
Kill him. Kill him.
Kill him!
♪ ♪
(wind whistling)
(ice creaking)
(echoing): Come on!
I'm ready!
I'm here!
Come on!
- (echoing gunshot) - (grunts)
(gasps)
(footsteps)
(groans)
(groaning)
I know why you blame her.
You've been wrong the whole time.
(ice creaking)
HARRY: It wasn't her.
It wasn't your mother who didn't want you.
It was your father.
It would have been better for him...
...had you not been born.
(ice creaking)
(grunts)
(sighs)
(birds twittering)
♪ ♪
(grunts)
(door opens)
The pathologist detected traces
- of the drug Ketanome. - (constant tapping)
But the direct cause of death was drowning
as a result of blood filling her lungs.
24 stab wounds were found in her mouth,
all at regular intervals,
and at the same depth... seven centimeters.
- (tapping continues) - Pathologist can't determine
what kind of weapon was used.
And he's never seen anything like it.
I'll take it.
♪ ♪
Subtitles by explosiveskull
♪ ♪
(music fades)