Gabriel har proposed! We are getting married tomorrow.
Find out who has shoe sizes 36 and 44.
- What is your shoe size? -44.
I use 36.
Your wife is a killer. She is working with Jens Johannes.
He had blood under his shoes yesterday.
Those are Liv's running shoes.
Scram, Soot. You're off the case. Soot and I will take it from here.
It's not two killers, but two different shoes.
Do you really want to sink so low that you have to shoot an investigator?
Okay. Come on. Do it, coward.
Do it. Do it, I say!
- Do it, you coward! -What was that?
It's not two different killers, but two different shoes. On Timian.
I saw him kill Mona and Mina. He ran that way.
- Come on, let's get him. -Soot!
- Soot and I will handle this, Soot. -I want to join!
- Sit down, Soot! - But I really want to join.
Dammit!
Stop, you bastard!
Liv?
You let him get away.
- Jens Johannes? -Hi?
So that's what they collaborated on.
Boinking.
Yeah...
In other words, only your boinking life was dead.
They have boinked each other senseless.
That's why the shoes were here. She took them off while they boinked.
The blood under the shoes was red wine.
Probably spilled out while bouncing wildly and passionately.
And from the sewing props there was an element of fetish boinking there too.
Santas. Very exciting for those who like it.
Yes!
Dear newlyweds. Konrad apologizes, but unfortunately he can't come.
He is not feeling well, so he is in bed today.
Oh dear. How sick is he? Just a little bit -
- or so sick that he can't sign the will before he dies?
No, this happens all the time. He's in his oxygen tent for a couple of days,
- and then he wakes up again, fresh as a 97 year old fish.
Kitty cat sickness, then.
That's good.
-Hey, buddy. -Hi, Putti.
So sorry about your kids, Mona and Mina.
We don't need to talk about that now. Now it's Christmas and wedding.
Then you should enjoy yourself, right? Do you enjoy yourself?
-Yes. -Yeah.
Grace be with you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.
Dear Siri Gabrielsen and Gabriel Brynjulf ​​Soot.
You're visiting your boyfriend at work, I see?
- At least he has a job, kitty. - That was low, kitty.
I didn't think you had feelings down below, my angel.
-Stop it. - Want to make a scene now?
Now that these two are on their way into marriage,
- the most beautiful between two people?
Then I ask you, Siri Gabrielsen...
I don't know how you could do that to me.
Oh my God! You've taken care of yourself.
Your excursions. You've probably touched every light bulb in the Red Light District.
Don't you dare turn away from me!
-Pardon? We're in the middle of a wedding... - Shut up!
–Your perverted Santa fucker! -Continue. "Do you take Gabriel..."
Did he have a big dick? Heavy, juicy balls that lay well in your hand?
Do you have heavy, juicy balls that lie well in your hands?!
Jack! He was a total ass.
- He was a total ass. -Just continue.
- He was better than you. -You're not fireworks either.
He was no weakling like you. He wasn't paralyzed from the waist down.
- You haven't had me in ten years! - I've had enough.
He was a very ordinary man, unlike you.
Sometimes it just seems like someone up there is after me.
Kicked out of the police college on the entrance exam.
Residual tax every single year.
Kajsa who dumped me in tenth grade.
For Steffen. Because he had a moped.
She said I had cod eyes.
That hurts.
Is it weird I drink?
Why are you suddenly interested in what's happening in my genital area?
You know well, I've had a headache, been overworked -
- and not in the right mood.
Seven years and four months, Jack. Only that is a personal insult.
You owe me so much right now.
-You mean it? -Yes.
Do you remember when you threw the divorce papers on the table?
After all, we were so far from finishing this parody of a marriage.
Now we inherit the money from Konrad, and then we get this back on track.
This is all done, Liv.
See, I kept those papers, my stallion.
I kept them. All that's missing is my little signature.
Then you can say goodbye to all the prospects of inheriting my great-uncle.
You are so insanely dependent of this marriage.
A divorced intercourse expert. What would happen to the book sales?
The story of a strong woman breaking out of a dead marriage.
It smells bestseller long way.
What do you want from me?
What the hell do you want from me?!
I'm going to bed. You have disappointed me time and time again, Gabriel!
No one could know that Liv and the priest were sleeping together.
- You disappoint me time and time again. -Me?
Just keep your mouth shut. I can't bear it.
Siri? I'm so sorry for what happened.
Yeah...
I bet you are. Always having fun and being better than everyone else.
But I can tell you that as soon as we find the priest and Gabi can say yes,
- you can have all the fun you want.
The one who has fun last, in fact, has the best fun, Lykke.
Oh my God! The priest is dead.
No, it can't happen.
I know. Who will consecrate us now, Gabi?
-What?! -You're enjoying this behind those crocodile tears.
I didn't even know there were crocodiles in China.
- This is my dad! - I know that very well, Lykke.
But some people have gone through a tragedy today.
Maybe you should think a little about people other than yourself.
- It's... - It's a different culture.
She is from China and doesn't understand anything. They eat with sticks.
Timian has struck again. I have to find Jack.
Jack?
Timian has struck again. We must apprehend him while the tracks are fresh.
Liv, can I get... Just look...
Okay fine. I am a little busy. I kind of have to stay here.
Then I'll put Svein on the case again.
No! Shit!
Shush. Inside Voice.
Svein? Svein?
Svein?