What do you want from me? What the hell do you want from me?
What are you drawing, Timian?
Santa who stabs Saint Lucia's eyes out with a sword.
It was Timian. I saw him. He ran that way.
- Come on, let's get him! - Soot and I'll handle this, Soot.
Svein?
Svein...
Saltwater. Svein?
-Au! - Svein, are you alive?
- Where are you injured? - You're standing on my hand.
Did Timian do this?
Yeah. That's right.
-Au! - He has left clues.
He's been here then? I mean, he's been here, of course!
And then he got away, barely
December 13, does that date tell you something?
Yes, that's today. Saint Lucia Day.
Timian is going to kill Saint Lucia.
Dammit!
Any news?
Everything indicates that Timian will strike Lucia during the march.
Fucking hell!
Konrad is sick and has asked us to stop by the march, -
- with buns and song.
- If panic happens in there, it's game over. - You could cancel.
No, not a chance. He loves Lucia.
We just have to make sure to keep Timian away from the march.
I thought about Lucia being the lead singer in the march.
I thought we could ask the one who is the best singer about taking on that role.
- I would love to. - Yes... Oh yes, yes.
But I thought we could ask Lykke. Because she's quite good.
Yes.
I can really sing, too.
Yeah, everyone here sings with what we have.
It's not that, but Lykke is good. She really is, so...
Lykke, would you like to be Lucia?
Yes, of course I can.
How beautiful!
Sing a little, then!
Alright, folks. The plan is to safely lead the Lucia march to Konrad's room-
- without Timian approaching.
Remember that Timian is armed with Toffen's gun.
Completely erratic.
It can be risky business. Are you with me, Svein?
Hey, Svein! Are you with me?
Yes, my helmet is just a little tight today.
- I'll take off my tights, it's itchy. - You keep your tights on.
We aren't playing star boys.
We go undercover, as Lucia girl and star boys.
Has anyone seen a Lucia from Asia before?
Didn't know that was possible.
We go via the fourth floor, corridor A, corridor B.
-Svein. Any traces of Timian? -negative. Everything is quiet and calm
Svein secures the perimeter outside.
Nanna and I enter Konrad's room.
Two verses are sung of "Black lowers the night".
Then that's mission accomplished.
Rising with lit candles
Shit up the hillside.
The night is dark and mute
Suddenly windy
Svein, what's going on?
Svein! Svein, what's going on?
Look at our threshold stands
White cloth with candle hair
Saint Lucia
- Timian's here. -Balls!
But he won't get past me. Ok!
Lovely, Timian!
Thank you, everyone!
I really have the best family in the world.
Okay, Svein. Focus on the door.
Up in the ring now. Always focus on the goal.
-Dammit! - Oh my god!
Why didn't you get him?
I was run down by at least five star guys.
He can't have gotten far. Let's split up.
- How is he dressed? - Cone hat, white sheet.
Star stick in hand.
Siri, Lykke, in here!
- Get out! - But he's coming!
There's no room! I don't want to share a room with one so big!
-Why did you do that? - The closet isn't big enough for us both.
- It is! - But she's so fat!
There's only room for the two of us, I promise!
We can't do this. She is in danger.
Do you choose her ..?
Are you two going to get married and get the dream home?
What about me?
-Jack! - I have him!
Dammit!
What the hell are you doing? I had him!
Sorry.
Where the fuck did he go?
I just followed the your signal!
You said cone hat! I caught one with a cone hat!
-Idiot! -Dammit!
She fled for her life. But eventually he got her.
That bastard!
How incredibly sad.
But what happens to us now? Gabi, what's up with us?
It's when things like this happen, you really understand...
... what you have to lose. I love you, Siri!
Is it true? I want to marry you too.
It's just a shame that the priest died.
I can consecrate you. I'm a priest, after all.
- Are you a priest? - Are you a priest?
Yes, anything wrong about that?
Are you sure you don't mean imam? Or mullah?
Yes, I actually have seven years of Christian theology education.
But no churches will employ a Persian priest.
So you end up wiping the buttocks of old men.
How fantastic! So you can consecrate us tomorrow!
Yes, I would love to consecrate you.
But shouldn't we put Lykke to rest tomorrow?
Yeah, but she can wait. A wedding is so much more positive.
So the funeral can wait, and we can get married tomorrow!
I never knew what happiness was, but now I know what happiness is.
This is happiness. Happiness, happiness, happiness!