What's so interesting?
I have the killer on video.
A Santa! The victims can be associated with Christmas cookies.
Two victims left. Gingerbread and crumb cake.
- What does he have in his stomach? - A krumkake roll. One of seven varieties.
Today he kills his seventh variety to complete his masterpiece.
Rather, his baked masterpiece.
It is illogical that the seventh victim should be associated with Serina biscuits.
The seventh variety is gingerbread biscuit.
It is not one of seven varieties.
I do not discuss with someone who says that serina cakes are among the seven.
If you at least suggested coconut macaroons or...
Your theory is based on assumptions.
There is no logical reason for anyone to kill for a Christmas biscuit.
Hey you! Today is the big gingerbread day.
-What? - Just start rolling.
Cutie!
That felt like seven hits to my stomach? At least?
This is a little dream come true, I must say.
How will the gingerbread murder happen? A rolling pin as the murder weapon?
The victim is burned in the oven?
We must think like a gingerbread killer.
Who is his next victim? Who is the gingerbread biscuit?
Ta-da! I'm finished.
It's really ugly though. Isn't it ugly?
- I think it was awesome. - No, it wasn't nice.
- It was absolutely fine. What? -Do you think?
- Look at mine, then! -Gee!
That one's really nice!
The nice thing about this one is that it is simple, -
- and not like that overly ornate and tacky.
- What are you doing, Timian? -Dinosaur gingerbread biscuits.
This is stegosaurus and there is tyrannosaurus rex.
How fun. I hope to get a taste afterwards.
I don't know how much fun, but it gets pretty absurd-
- if you eat the tyrannosaurus rex, because he usually eats you.
Think about it now. What characterizes a gingerbread biscuit?
Hints of cinnamon, ginger, cloves.
It is brown with white detailing.
-Pardon? -Bingo!
Eleven o'clock. The hotel's clear gingerbread man.
What's happening? Am I a suspect?
No, but we have reason to believe that you are the next victim of the killer.
-Why me? - All the victims are associated with Christmas biscuits.
Oh my God! Am I the last kind?
- I'm the serina biscuit. -No.
No, serina biscuits are not among the seven varieties.
- Aren't they? -No.
- What kind am I then? -Gingerbread biscuit.
Why am I the gingerbread biscuit?
Because...
Because you are... Because...
Because you are brown and spicy. Cinnamon, cloves, ginger.
- But that's incredibly racist! - If so, the killer is racist.
That's right. I was called gingerbread man all my childhood.
Christmas was a living hell for me.
The kids pasted icing and Non Stop on my face throughout December.
- I have to get away! -Wrong!
You are the key to catching the killer. We lure the rat right into the trap.
You are our piece of cheese! Listen carefully now.
As soon as you have put Konrad to bed, you go down and say you are going home in..
One hour. If anyone wants to talk to me or do anything to me, -
- you must do that within that hour. I'm in my room packing.
All alone, with an unlocked door.
Number two: You sit in your room while I hide in the laundry closet, -
- ready to take the killer. Team closet in position.
I have radio contact with Nanna, undercover gingerbread baker.
Team Rolling Pin in position.
She has a free view of the door to the corridor and the kitchen, -
- and report everything suspicious to me.
He's on his way to the door. False alarm.
- They are absolutely beautiful, these cakes. -Thanks. Just take it!
- Can I? - Yes, yes!
Very nice gingerbread biscuits. They are terrific -
- but he is going to get down on his knees and propose to me soon.
I will be a bride in Søgne's most beautiful island and sing "Tir n'a Noir".
So I don't want a groom showing up as a fat blob.
Scream from the kitchen.
Someone has destroyed the dinosaurs.
- What is it... - What is this supposed to mean?
We can say they are having fun, Timian. They are enjoying themselves as adults do,
- and when you were little you started... - I see that they are mating, -
- but it is unrealistic for T-rex to mate with a stegosaurus, -
- since they lived eight million years apart and are two different species.
It's like a mammoth trying to fertilize you,
- and if I know evolution correcly, that offspring would not be viable.
Yeah.
False alarm. It was just a stegosaurus with dick in the butt.
I have to make new gingerbread biscuits. I've already burned my fingers.
Gabriel is out of sight for me now.
Copy that. I see him.
He stops. He brings out something. Is it a knife?
Is it a gun?
It's a gingerbread biscuit. A suspiciously fine gingerbread biscuit.
He eats it.
Fuck, what a nice gingerbread biscuit!
Five minutes left. The killer must strike now to reach it.
Everyone else are enjoying gingerbread biscuits. Why don't you join in?
No, I don't have time to enjoy myself now.
Yes, of course you do. Come now.
-No. - Come on, don't mess around!
I wanted to finish them quickly, so I set the oven to max, -
- even if I can't touch the oven. I have made the dinosaurs extinct!
History repeats itself.
What is going on?
-What's up? - Are you enjoying yourself, Nanna?
You are on your own. I am isolated by smoke, beeping and fun.
The Red Devil. We meet again.
My eternal nemesis. If anyone can hear me out there:
Santa has arrived.
If he thinks there are good children here, then he better think again.
Fucking dishwashing liquid!
Let go of everything you have in your hands!
Have we done something wrong? Timian wanted to give him a biscuit.
Not on my fucking watch.
It is unrealistic for the stegosaurus to take the T-rex from behind...
Down on the floor! Shut up!
Lie down. The killer is served. Caught with their santa masks down.
Be careful with the gingerbread biscuits. They are definitely poisoned.
Tiril is dead.
- So I didn't slip in dishwashing liquid. -No.
Dishwashing liquid is green. That's why it's called green soap.
This is blood. She lay dead with you while hunting a gingerbread killer.
I don't understand. Was Tiril the gingerbread biscuit?
Or crunchy donut? Or coconut macaroons? Or the serina biscuit?
Svein! The Christmas biscuit theory is dead.
Dammit.
Dammit!