The point is that you let your best friend down.
Shut the fuck up! Who failed who?
Timian killed them.
I surrender.
It doesn't make sense. Why surrender now?
- Why did you kill them? - I wanted everything for myself.
We were nowhere near catching him. There must be something more.
Okay, Timian. Time to get up.
What the hell?
"This secret will stay with you to the grave."
Shit.
I don't get who would kill him.
I've got it here. He said he was the killer.
- Why did you kill them? - I wanted everything for myself
I would kill one every day until Christmas.
Confession.
You killed them all.
-... to get the inheritance. - No.
You put the words in his mouth.
The hell I am!
Okay. Let's play a game.
Repeat after me: I killed them all
I killed them all.
That's what I thought.
It's standard interrogation technique.
-I caught him unawares. - Just for killing Mona and Mina...
What have you done, Timian?
... who always bullied him.
He said "I want everything for myself". One person every day.
He talked about his Christmas calendar.
Uncle Svein, have you seen my chocolate calendar?
One every day.
It's time to open today's hatch.
He wanted it for himself.
Mona and Mina opened all the doors and ate all the chocolate.
He blacked out when he discovered it.
Then he put the hats on them—
- to remove the suspicion from himself.
Timian is a killer, but not our killer.
So who is it?
I feel like the mood is a little negative here.
- It's important to see the positive... - Siri, shut up.
You understand shit.
I can be positive about getting a knife in the back from Toffen, -
- but I don't have a single positive thought until I've had coffee.
We're out of coffee in the pantry.
I can't do this anymore!
- Have you checked the basement? - Go down and check yourself.
Should I go down and be killed? Would be great for you.
Go down yourself, then.
If you go together, then you are safe.
Good idea. Then I turn my back, and then just "blam!"
- Knife in the back. - You think I'm the killer?
That's real funny. You were the one who brought weapons.
I'm not going there alone with you. Siri, join in.
Are you going to bring her? Who was left at the altar, -
- and whose fiancé happened to be killed shortly afterwards?
- You can't possibly be the killer. - Grandmother-in-law!
Shut up! I don't care which of you is the killer.
We all go.
Because right now, we need coffee.
-Thanks for the help. - No worries at all.
We need a few extra to change Konrad's bedding.
- Hi, Ivar. What do you need help with? -There you are. Great.
Konrad is so fragile that we need two people to hold him.
Are you sure? I can fix this myself, it's no problem.
But if he falls, he will break like a porcelain doll.
You don't say.
Oh, be careful.
Oh well.
Here we are again. I thought more about our ugly discussion.
Do not talk to me. Ivar, get up!
The air is horrible in here.
This is clumsy of me, but there are no more linens left, -
- so I have to run down and get them. - Go quick.
- For God's sake, don't let him go. -No no.
Say it's coffee, please.
Yes!
The black gold! Hot damn. There's only one bag here,
- but it should last a couple of days. - I can take it.
- I can take it. -Why?
Don't make me imagine you sharing it with us.
You think I wouldn't share?
- I can take it! - Stop it!
Congratulations! As if my migraine wasn't bad enough already, you idiot!
It isn't coffee deficiency that causes migraines -
- it's because you have to listen to your own nagging every day.
There is some left in this, I think.
Hello! What's with this family?
You are in the midst of a huge family tragedy,
- but you fight over a small box of coffee?
Where are your perspectives?
Where I grew up...
Your family was killed by hunger and war every single day.
And what kept you together,
- it was charity.
I grew up in Vennesla.
Now that was a scarce time!
If his family managed to treat each other with things...
If they only had one kilo of rice and half a goat to share...
... we should able to share a small remnant of coffee.
Thanks, Ivar. Thank you.
Salaam-Alaikum.
Stop that shaking.
- I'm losing him, Jack. -No!
- I'm losing my grip. -No way!
- I'm losing my grip. - No, he'll break.
Oh, Jack.
-What? What is it? - I got shocked.
- What the hell are you talking about? - When you grabbed Konrad.
- It hit my body. -Shock?
I'm in love with you, Jack.
- What's wrong with you? - For 25 years you hated me -
- And I've been thinking "why do I care?"
It's because I love you, Jack.
Like that. Done.
You can just give up.
You can just give up, damn it.
The more resistance you give me, the more keen I become.
End the fucking dirty talk.
Jack! Jack! Jackie boy!
You're so beautiful.
I had to help him along the way. Do you understand that?
- It's standard interrogation technique. -No.
Am I safe now?
Safe.
Someone was looking for him. That's why he surrendered.
- You're in trouble. - They said they would take me
They would take it all because... because I saw them.
Ok, I don't give a shit. You will rot behind bars for a long time.
Are there two killers anyway? Did you see them?
And then I ran, and then I put everything in the treasure chest,...
- And the key in the tin kettle in the basement.
-Okay. - They'll never find it.
-Who? - I don't care about that.
Who will never find it?
The red king and the lady who walks.
This is good. I knew there was something more here.
If you don't gossip, I can say what they really are called.
Say it!
- They're called... - Okay, thank you.
-What was that? Did you turn it off? -No.
You stopped filming.
Svein, tell me you remember what he said.
Svein?
Fuck, Svein.
It's on the tip my tongue.
Timian had something the killer wanted. Something they would kill for.
He hid it in the rose-painted chest, and put the key in the tin kettle.
Come.
Nanna!
We're missing one. Someone has taken it.
Like that.
- You should get the first cup, Liv. - You can have some first.
No, I offer it to you.
No, it's not done yet.
It has to draw a little.
The rose-painted chest.
I told you to have some. Why are you so slow?
There you are. What's up?
Do you see the lineage?
Konrad has a child.
An heir.
The killer thinks he has the right to the whole inheritance.
Someone suddenly got a damn strong motive.