It's not one killer, but two.
Jens, what's your shoe size?
Find out who has shoe size 36 and 44.
-44. - A man with a man sized shoe.
Nothing indicates that small feet means you are small elsewhere.
But 40 is very small.
- And you, Liv? - I use 36.
36?
Shit.
Hey Hey.
- I picked up the milk myself. -Oh yeah?
Because mother is dead now. Can we play shooting games?
I wonder if maybe we should step down the gaming.
Mum also tried to stop me.
But she can't anymore.
-Okay. What do we have? - Get ouot, Soot. This is a crime scene.
- Yes, and I'm an investigator. -Not any more.
You're off the case. Soot and I take over from here.
So not you Soot, but her Soot.
- You can't just... - I can do whatever the fuck I want!
You hadn't been on this case, had it not been for me.
You can't rush into my hotel room and poke through my things.
Is this all about having a small dick?
I don't have a small dick.
Do you know what I think? I think you're scared of me.
- Afraid of what I can find out. - You work in archives in the police, -
- you wouldn't have been able to wipe your ass if your mother didn't teach you.
I know how to wipe my ass.
Now I think you should go to the Christmas workshop and make something ugly.
Are you going to support me? He says I'm not an investigator.
He is right. You're not an investigator.
Fine.
Just enjoy Soot, because Soot will solve this case on his own.
Just know that when Soot needs Soot again, Soot might not be there.
For Soot will only look in the face of both Soot and Soot, -
- and laugh in your faces.
I can walk myself.
- What do we do next? - We're looking for Jens Johannes.
He had blood under his shoes yesterday. Same shoe size as the killer.
Average shoe size for men.
44.
I'll be damned if that's the average shoe size, I refuse to believe that.
What a nice toilet roll bridal couple.
Do you like them, Gabi? It is us.
-Gabi? - Keep quiet, then!
I can't put it on unless you keep it quiet.
Poor you.
It must be awful to look at this burgeoning crush.
I wouldn't find myself in any more embarrassment. I had gone home.
Go home? But we're staying here for Christmas Eve.
I'm not concerned about the inheritance and money, it's not me.
But it is clear that the inheritance would make our dream wedding -
–even more of a dream wedding.
Now let's assume, against all probability, -
- that you and Gabriel are still together on Christmas Eve.
Then you would have received just as much inheritance, whether you stay or not.
But I have to be here on Christmas Eve to get my share of the inheritance.
How should I explain it in an easy-to-understand way?
Only those of pure Soot blood, or the married, receive the inheritance.
Gabi and I are going to get married.
Not before Christmas Eve.
Even if the shoe sizes thing is true, which it isn't, -
- that's not the problem. The problem is dialogue, right?
Talking together, figuring things out together. She never listens to me.
I may be tired.
It's not just turning a button, and then...
We speak two completely different languages.
If I say "up", then she says "down", right?
Like when I said she had brought her blue sneakers,
- she suddenly refused it. Let me tell you, if I said:
"You didn't bring your running shoes." Then she would find them.
Those are Liv's running shoes.
Your wife is a killer. She is working with Jens Johannes.
Why would Jens Johannes have Liv's shoes?
Blood.
He has tried to wash it off.
We have to find them.
Would you be so kind as to get a little more glue, girls?
No. How are you, Timian?
What are you drawing?
-Santa. -Yes. How fun.
He stabs the eyes of Saint Lucia with a sword.
Yeah...
And the angel Gabriel gets stabbed with his harp.
Eaten some jams, I see. Did you enjoy yourself?
How great, Svein! Is it a toilet roll Santa?
- It's a toilet roll Jack. -Yeah. Fun!
With a knitting needle through the balls.
You guys are so good, huh?
Hey, Gabi. I got a little crazy thought in my head instead.
I thought about whether we suddenly decided to get married here.
Here? But you've always said -
–That your dream wedding is on the island of Søgne.
My dream wedding is with you.
But the wedding dress that you've always wanted,
–The one to be designed by Alexander McQueen?
I'm not so concerned about materialism anymore.
But you wanted 3000 pigeons that are just released -
- when you sing duet with... - Sigvart Dagsland.
- On a yacht. - Again, it is materialism, -
- not love.
–Siri… –No…
You should never have anything but your dream wedding.
You should never have to compromise your dreams.
You should get everything you want.
Shoes, you are always one step ahead of me.
One beautiful day I'll catch up to you.
Who could it be? What am I not getting?
Have you seen my chocolate calendar?
Timian, not right now. I'm in the middle of something.
But it's time to open today's hatch.
Please, can't you just go?
One two, one two, one boot and one shoe.
Oh God. Can you pick it up, Gabriel?
Oh my God! My God, what's going on?
Is this happening to little me? Are you proposing, Gabriel?
- No, you lost... - Gabriel has proposed!
Gabriel has proposed! We are getting married here tomorrow!
-Congratulations. -Thank you.
And I say yes. Of course I say yes.
Congratulations.
One two, one two, one boot and one shoe.
It isn't two different killers...
Just two different shoes.
Dammit!
Timian!
Got head shot on that one, so that'll be bonus points.
Okay, Timian.
Calm down, Timian.
Are you going to shoot me, Timian?
I can get bonus points for that.
In that case...
Let's get it over with.
Come on.
Do it. Coward.