Konrad will be in his oxygen tent for a couple of days.
I surrender.
They said they would get me because I saw them.
What did you see, Timian?
The red king and the lady who walks.
I put everything in the treasure chest. They'll never find it there
Do you see the lineage?
Konrad has a child. An heir.
Hi! He has just taken morphine, so he may be a little out of it.
Konrad?
Uncle Konrad?
If it isn't Tøfflus visiting!
We're doing some genealogy. Do you have any family files lying around?
Just look in the safe.
It's behind Rudolf!
What? What do you mean?
Oh no... Aunt Pose?
-What do you mean? - And the gingerbread boy!
We have found a family tree that clearly shows that you have an offspring.
Who is it?
You're not my child!
Who is your child?
- I don't have a child. - You have to leave.
- You should leave now. - No child!
- You should go. - What's wrong with him?
No child!
Fucking hell. She sings worse the happier she gets.
-Hungry? - Really hungry too.
It's a crisis. Out of sausages.
Can't you just cook something for me?
You want me to cook for you?
Come on. I can't cook.
Everyone has some dish they can make.
- Yeah, and mine are sausages. - What do you make for dinner at home, then?
-Sausages. - Every day?
It's not like I suddenly wake up one day and know how to make minestrone soup.
I can help you.
You're lucky. Konrad wants meatballs for Christmas.
We'll make a lot of meatballs, just in time for dinner.
Just read from the recipe here, and I'll cook.
- Read the recipe? -Yes.
What goes in first?
There is no doubt.
Konrad has a child, and that's our killer.
He has a helper. The lady who walks.
We have to find that safe.
What does "behind Rudolf" mean?
The guy was in morphine intoxication. He might even think it's in your butt.
Why would he think that? It's not there.
It was an example of a strange place.
- Is my butt weird? -No.
The point is: That's not my point. The point is that we're fucked.
There is an easier way to find Konrad's child.
Writing Christmas Cards? We're investigating a serial killer.
Konrad's child wrote the threat. We have to study handwriting.
If everyone writes a Christmas greeting to Konrad, -
- we can compare it with the threat letter.
Then we'll get him.
I understand.
So you'll write the first cozy Christmas greeting. Damn good!
Very good, Nanna.
"To Konrad. It's Christmas. You're sick, get well. Nanna."
Is it too nice?
Could be nicer.
Would you look at that!
These are meatballs à la Jack and Toffen.
Jack and Toffen.
Christmas card for Konrad. Write a small greeting.
-Like that! -Toffen.
Not now. It's meatball time.
It takes two seconds.
Everyone has signed.
How good for them!
We're looking for the killer's handwriting.
If you refuse, you become an obvious suspect.
God dammit, guys.
That's the stupidest thing. God dammit.
I can't, OK?
You can't what?
I can't write or read.
- Sign the card! -It's true!
But you were reading the meatball recipe, Toffen?
We followed the recipe to the point.
When you were reading the recipe...
Then you put in...
Like that.
-Vinegar? -Yes.
- How much, then? - I just have to add it up.
You know what? Take the whole bottle.
You just stood there and made up the recipe?
Yes, I made up the recipe. OK?
I didn't really pay attention in my first years of school. So...
Suddenly there was no more reading and writing training.
Eventually it became a bit like...
Embarrassing to admit it.
So it just became that way.
It's the first time I've said it out loud.
Great of you to come forward, Toffen. You're really brave.
Toffekitty.
I bet you're enjoying yourself now. The great Toffen Soot Sylthe.
The shooting king, the poker prince.
Aurskog's big son. Can't read. OK?
But I actually went to the school of life.
Where I learned something much more important than reading and writing:
To have respect for other people.
Just kick someone who's down while you're at it.
Just take the knife. Insert it, turn it around.
That's a spoon, Toffen.
I see it's a spoon.
I'm not an idiot even if I can't read.
God dammit.
Damn it!
Can she shut up?
Liv doesn't match. Not Cris.
Not Putti. Not Konstance.
Not Jack.
I can't think when she's singing.
Dammit! They were just here.
Swan song for Siri.
She has sung her last verse.
The Fate Symphony.
Good Night Song.
Have a look at the handwriting. Who is it?
No matches.
They have falsified their handwriting.
The red king and the lady who walks.
Who the hell are they?
They have been one step ahead of us all the time.
They're hiding their tracks. Their true identity.
You forged the handwriting, didn't you? Good.
The idiots have come further than I thought. We need to speed up.
All we know for sure is that nothing is as we thought.
The red king and the lady who walks.