If it's just about inheritance, they could kill anyone. Everyone here.
Cassandra Soot is the mother of Timian Soot. He is 25 years old.
She looks after him like he was eight.
- A Santa. - Two footsteps.
It's not one killer, but two.
Two killers. Two shoe sizes. 44 and 36.
A man. And a woman. But Daddy Santa. And a fucking Mummy Santa.
This changes everything. Two killers explain -
- how they managed to be everywhere in the hotel.
He does the dirty work while she stays in the shadows.
Pulls the threads.
But they also need each other. Which means they make mistakes faster.
He is used to working alone.
But now he is bringing his girlfriend.
You sick fuck.
Svein, here's a clue.
Yes. Shoe size.
Yes. Find out who has shoe sizes 36 and 44.
I'm going out.
There is very little that tempts me less-
- than your short-legged body. But a woman has needs!
I do my marital duties.
Do you remember the last time you did it? Besides, a cheese noodle is not enough.
Can you stop that? The doctor has said that it is completely normal.
What do you want?
Police Business. What do you use in shoe size?
What did you tell him?
- He uses 40. - That's too little.
-Hell. - Fucking hell!
No serious research -
- proves that small feet mean that you are small elsewhere.
-Okay. - It might be a cheese noodle-
- in crumpled condition, but it is big enough when needed.
I was basically just looking for your shoe size.
I didn't think about that at all... But 40 is small.
- Watch your mouth. - And you, Liv? Shoe size?
I use 36.
36.
Do you have any shoes without heels?
-No. - What about your blue sneakers.
-No I have not. -You had an hour's long monologue-
- about how important they were. "I'll jump in the stairs before breakfast."
Your fat ass hasn't taken a leap since the Olympics.
- What are you saying... - What do you use in shoe size?
44?
Look there, Jack. There you have a man of man size.
44, you say...
Look, I'll shoot the nurses at a distance of 200 meters.
-Damn. Come and sit down. -Mother says shooting games appeal-
–To primitive violence fantasies and can trigger latent aggressive behavior.
Your mom is full of piss. Come and have a head shot in the nun there.
- One small nun can't hurt. -Right?
Look at that carnage! You are a natural talent.
What are you doing?
Look, I have wiped out an entire monastery. There are bonus points if I shoot...
- God dammit! He is 25 years old. -Timian!
- Shall we go and make porridge? - You're treating him like a child!
Whoever sets the table, gets the almond.
Yes, almond in the porridge!
- Is there a reward too? -Damn...
That was good! And now you put one right in the skull of Mummy Santa.
What's going on here?
Yes, it hit it. You see that?
- Now you can reload. - Oh good god!
Has he done anything to you?
Uncle Toffen is teaching me to shoot.
Have you brought your weapons up here?
Relax, I'm just teaching him a little bit about the realities of life. Full control.
- I've tried this one too. - Wow, wow, wow. Easy now.
Calm down, Timian. Give me the gun.
Guys who have a gun don't get almond in the porridge, Timian.
Toffen says it doesn't work that way.
He says it's totally random who gets it. Nice guys don't win.
Give me that gun, you fucking psycho!
I'm not a psycho.
I'm unique.
Is that true, Mom? That all you've said is a lie?
No. Toffen is just messing with you.
Obviously, you get the almond in the porridge. Right guys?
See that? Everyone knows that the good boy gets the almond in the porridge.
Are you still mummy's kind boy?
Timian?
Yes...
It's best you leave that one to the pros.
This is a madhouse!
If one more thing happens here now, I'll call the police.
And then all this is over.
Like that. Let's make porridge!
It's best for everyone if Timian gets that almond.
I can bring that in for you.
No, no. I'll do it for you. Then we'll forget about what happened.
Still no one who got the almond?
I haven't got my porridge yet. Now I got it.
Look at that!
Konrad, it's getting late. Maybe we should retire?
Yes, probably... Thanks for tonight!
- Yes, thank you. -Thanks for tonight.
It's mine! Everyone says that you get it for setting the table.
Welcome to adult life, buddy.
Do you have control of the gun?
Do you think I'm an idiot?
Uncle Toffen. Can I please get the almond?
Now.
- Look, I got the almond, Mom. - Oh, so good!
Give mummy the Gun?
God dammit!
I guess mummy will call the police.
- No, you don't. - Yes, she does!
Take it easy, Toffen. There is no mobile coverage here anyway.
No, but there's a landline.
Let's calm down. Let's take it easy.
There is no dial tone.
Why is there no dial tone?
I can't call the police without a dial tone.
The killer has cut the telephone cable. It's impossible to call from here.
Give it to me before you do any more damage.
You're crazy, everyone! Come on, Timian, this place is a death trap.
No, I don't want to go! I want to be here!
Is it a good idea that you handle the weapon, Svein?
Jack, please.
Damn!
Fucking hell!
Choked with a Christmas stocking.
Unworthy.