What are you drawing, Timian?
Timian killed them.
Only those of pure Soot blood or the married-in will receive the inheritance.
Gabriel has proposed! We are getting married tomorrow.
White clothed with...
Timian is going to kill Saint Lucia.
Timian has Toffen's gun.
He is completely erratic.
Bun... Still warm.
We're getting close.
Damn psycho.
Svein.
Timian indicated that Lucia was killed before Lykke.
And look here.
A Santa who kills an angel.
But who the hell is the angel?
The Angel Gabriel.
Gabriel is the killer's next victim.
We can't take a chance on anything else.
That's good. We are one step ahead.
Now it is important to keep your eyes fixed on Gabriel throughout the day.
Then we get Timian as he strikes.
Good to get rid of excess chairs.
I was forced by my sadistic wife. Don't imagine anything.
Very nice that you want to do something together.
This is not a "Cris and Jack should be friends again" arrangement.
Who puts a lock like this on a door like that?
You're asking me? I didn't think we were talking.
Hello!
Open the door!
Ivar! You have to marry us right away. Just do it now.
But the music isn't ready. And the flowers aren't ready.
- That doesn't matter. - The speech isn't ready either.
Just shut up for a moment. The most important thing is that...
Looks like the greedy southern bitch gets to marry -
- that tennis sock. - Isn't it fun to have a wedding, Toffen?
But it destroys the dividing of our inheritance. Less for each of us.
But it's nice to share.
What kind of human are you? What?
How the fuck are we siblings?
Open the damn door!
-Hello! - Oh my god, Jack. Sit down.
This is just like in the sauna at Holmsbu.
I don't want to hear a single word about Holmsbu.
- I'm sick of that. -Sick?
Okay. We both agreed that the Holmsbu holidays, the sauna, -
- were some of the most enjoyable weeks we have experienced. Do you remember?
We whipped each other with birch rice until we were bloody, every day.
The only reason I took a nude sauna with you,
- and whip you to the brim with birch rice every day, -
- was because you were my friend.
Until you turned around, naked and sweaty, -
- and said you wanted me. -I did not say that.
- I said I was gay. - That's pretty much the same thing!
The point is that you failed your best friend.
You tricked me into the sauna, just to look at my dick.
Shut the fuck up! Who failed who?
I opened up to you.
- I told you I was a gay boy. - You were the one who failed me!
- You were the one who failed me, Jack! - You were the one who failed me!
That's why! Fuck it.
I can't cope with this gay air!
-Let me out! - Fuck it, Jack.
Dear bridal couple, friends and family.
As you know, this is the first time I practice my ministry.
I am incredibly grateful for the confidence.
Mutual love is great and it can build bridges.
Very nice words, but love is not just about words -
- it's more about action. If we can jump to the actual wedding...
After all, I had planned a little sermon.
- Not needed. –A text reading?
- Blessing, then? -No thanks.
-Communion? -No.
Fucking hell.
Take the chair. Come here.
Get up on the chair, and then bring your leg up here.
- It's too high. -No.
It's too high, I say.
Yes. Like that.
Then you bring up your leg like that.
Will you, Siri Søreng, have Gabriel...
Yes!
Good.
In that case. Fast.
Timian. I saw Timian. Don't leave Gabriel.
Do you, Gabriel Brynjulf ​​Soot, -
–take Siri Søreng, who stands by your side, to be your lawfully wedded wife?
No.
I'm sorry, but I can't marry you.
Don't you love me?
Yes, of course I love you.
But I've talked to Uncle Toffen,
- and he has made me realize that if we get married, -
- then you also become an heir, and thus a target for the killer.
And I can't let that happen to the woman I love.
Although that is very thoughtful, -
- it's necessary to love me that dearly.
You can love me just enough so that we can get married now.
- Siri, I love you... - What did you say? What did you say, priest?
I love you, so I can't marry you.
Timian?
Timian!
Right.
Fuck.
-This probably looks very strange. -No.
It looks like you're taking revenge because Liv was with another man,
- by dry-humping another man. - No, damn it.
- Then it's just pure pleasure. - No, damn it. Listen!
Listen to what I'm saying!
He escaped. We must get Gabriel to safety.
You should have been here.
-Svein? -Yeah?
Where's Gabriel?
He said no. Because he loves her.
And then he ran out. It was very powerful.
You have no idea where he is?
Fuck, Svein.
What should I do now?
Are you lonely, Svein?
Do you need a little southern gem in your life?
Dammit!
How hard can it be to find a Steiner school jellyfish-
- in a tiny little mountain hotel?
Where are you?
I'm here.
And I'm not a jellyfish.
I'm just completely unique.
And I surrender.
You surrender?
Why did you kill them?
I wanted everything to myself.
-What? - I wanted everything to myself.
I would kill one every day until Christmas.
Of course you were.
He admits everything.
He was going to kill one person every day until Christmas.
It doesn't make sense. Why is he surrendering now?
It's only December 14th.
Hey you.
Sorry, but I thought I'd give him some supper.
Hey, Timian. Are you lonely?
Do you miss someone who can look after you now that your mum isn't here?
Maybe you would like a blonde southern gem in your life?
Don't over-analyze this.
The point is, we got him.
We were nowhere near catching him.
There must be something more.
Hey, sorry. But could one of you get Ivar?
Timian and I are going to get married.
I never thought I would fall in love again.
Experiencing mutual love is great.
It can build bridges and it can give you wings.