Tiril and the gingerbread biscuit...
Svein! The Christmas biscuit theory is dead.
What do you have there that's so interesting?
I have the killer on video.
A Santa.
There is so much smoke from the fireplace.
Imagine calling your wife a cow. That's madness.
But quite fun.
- Why must there be so much smoke? - You have to open the damper in the fireplace.
That's how the smoke comes out of the chimney.
That's what she said.
- I'm joking. - But the chimney is on the roof.
A chimney on the roof is better than ten in the mouth.
Lots of smoke in the lungs.
Fuck.
Nanna, I have something.
I don't have time for more of your unlikely theories.
- Don't be mad. - I'm not mad.
You're not? If there is one thing I know,
- is that when ladies say they are not mad, then they are incredibly mad.
If I was mad, I would have said I was mad.
-Oh my God! Is it that week? - It's week 49.
I mean the period week.
I don't get mad when I have my period. I get some abdominal pain -
- and a sweet odor from the abdomen that may resemble melonyogurt.
- Why are you telling me that? -You asked.
Oh my God. Hear how mad you are.
Can we continue, Svein? This is no game.
Are you saying...
Are you saying I'm playing?
This is no game.
The killer has been monitoring me too.
Do you think they are monitoring someone who plays investigator?
No. That's the only clue we have.
There you see. There I am.
Are you talking to me, right? I don't see anybody here
I said it was important, but I look at it alone.
I'll tell you if I see something important.
You're a motherfucking popo.
Why do you roll around and spray soap in the air?
Because it's kind of like gunfire.
An interrogation technique. Can you fast forward?
Come here, motherfucker. I'm a super ninja
Why are you waving a mop and saying you're a super ninja?
I don't have to explain myself to you!
Can't you just turn it off?
Turn it off, damn it!
- The tape is completely uninteresting. - That's what I said!
-Are you mad? -No!
Mom's turn.
Why don't we make it a little interesting and play for something then?
If one of you wins, I can offer this sexy santa mum.
If I win, you have to order all your Christmas presents at Toffen's tech store.
- Can't we just play normally? - Come on, it's going to be fun.
Go ahead. All right...
One two Three...
It's not your turn. You have rolled twice in a row.
Yes, but I was in the back.
According to the Timian rules, you can throw twice. Right, Mom?
Timian... What? Do you still play with children's rules?
He is 25 years old. Move it back. This is just nonsense!
Let the kid throw twice.
Shouldn't we have rules? I understand. There are no rules anymore.
- It's your turn, Toffen. - Fucking hell.
Now I regret that I offered you the santa mum.
No no no. You can't go up that ladder.
- Can't I go up? - No, it's a downhill ladder.
Downhill ladder? There is a ladder here, after all.
The guy down the ladder. You can't go up a downhill.
- Is that how it should be? -That's how it should be.
- Is it that important? - Follow the rules, dammit!
It's downhill, you can see that. Oh my God.
Hi, Nanna. Are you sitting all the way in here?
I brought a small board of goodies.
Since you work so much, you need to enjoy yourself.
How do you know if you need to enjoy yourself?
Gosh, how does one know?
If things are not so nice, you need to enjoy yourself
Would you like to try it, Nanna? Yes do it.
We'll find some pillows for you first. Get comfortable.
Then you should get a lovely cuddly blanket.
There, Nanna. Like that. Here's a board of goodies on your lap.
You can hold that. And then a fun little magazine.
We have a fun cup of tea. There you go.
And the raisin in the cuddly sausage: Joyful honey.
Are you enjoying yourself now, Nanna?
No.
No...
Is it the girl who can't enjoy herself?
- Rules are rules. - Rules for ascending - and descending?
- In the ladder game, yes. - But that's a very ordinary ladder.
Now I understand. Do you use two ladders to paint the house?
- Don't be childish. - I'm not childish.
- Do you have a sideways ladder too? -No.
- Sideways ladders don't exist. - If you're going out, you need that.
It's a game. Now you're childish, Toffen.
- It's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. - Move back.
- I don't bother playing anymore. - Then I win.
- I don't care about losing. -It is mine.
-Fine. I don't care. -Ow! Shit!
Is there anything in your shop that you don't get shocked by?
No.
What is that about? Did anyone close the damper?
Who closed the damper?
- Where's the damper? - There's a crow in the chimney.
Crow in the chimney?
- Look at that. - It must be here.
- Should you or I... - You can go up.
You get to keep it.
Fucking hell...
Toffen!
- Have you come any further? -No.
-What are you doing? - I'm enjoying myself.
With cuddly slippers and yummy tea and joyful honey.
Hey! Toffen? Hey!
Toffen, put the ladder back!
You don't need it. That was an ascending ladder. I saw you walking up.
Stop fooling! This is serious. Babben is dead in the chimney!
Look here, then. Toffen sells the same santa cameras the killer uses.
Crazy.
Can I see?
That's unfortunate. You're out of luck then.
-Toffen? - I'll go looking for a downhill ladder.
-Toffen! - It's a rule.
They are completely identical.
Toffen? Come back!
It's the same type of camera.