Konrad had an heir.
The Red King.
Do you have any family files lying around?
Just look in the safe. It's behind Rudolf.
We have to find the safe.
Konrad's child wrote the threat. We have to study the handwriting.
They forged their handwriting.
The red king and the lady who walks. Who the hell are they?
Shit.
If they forged the handwriting, they know we know. And we know nothing.
Except that they know. Or, who really knows what?
I get stressed when you are so calm.
We must find the heir.
I know that. Do you have more ingenious ideas?
We couldn't find the handwriting. We need to find the family archive.
Yes. I know that. But that's in the safe.
And the safe is behind Rudolf.
Because that makes a lot of sense.
What are you looking at, damn wannabe moose?
Who has a metal reindeer? Sick, old fuck.
Svein? Look here.
Not "behind" Rudolf, but in Rudolf's behind.
Then Mikke says:
"It was Spot the Ghost that stole the microfilm."
So the black condom is called Spot the Ghost?
It's amazing how different the story becomes when you understand everything.
"Gulp," says Goofy.
He's not wrong there! Goofy is a weird one.
Change to spades.
I wish I was an eight, so you could twist me.
Can't you cut it out? I'm not gay.
A man's gotta try.
You're not a fucking man, but half a lady.
- You haven't been in the military. - The military sounds exciting.
Rough, strong, brown men.
Don't ruin my memories with all that gay talk.
Let me tell you something:
The intimacy that happens there is something you could never have.
The way you say it, it sounds a little gay, Jackie?
Gay?
- You get horny thinking about it? - You want me to tell you something?
25 years ago.
The Special Forces and I set up base camp in the mountains of Northern Iraq.
35 effective minus.
Ten men in a tiny tent. Don't think you're going to survive.
You wake up the next morning. And the only reason you live,
- is that you've had the ensign inside you all night.
It's not gay. It's the brotherhood of war.
You guys just sprinkle champagne in each others asses at MGP parties.
What? Oh my god, Jackie.
What is the code? There could be billions of combinations.
Finding the right code could take years.
Konrad's date of birth.
What is it?
Blood Mountain's guestbook.
OK, Jackie.
When you're out with these military guys,
- you guys lie together?
Of course. What else could we do?
- That's what I do. -No.
You're sleeping with your crazy pals because you're gay.
I'm just doing what men have been doing on camping trips for years.
And if I pull a reverse cowboy on a young stallion?
Then you are gay.
But when you use the ensign as a sleeping bag, then ..?
It's noble. The best thing a soldier can do for another soldier.
Glenn Erik, you've been in the military. You know what I'm talking about.
I can't remember we did just that.
No hand jobs as bet during poker?
No...
Used each other's daddy's milk as a cold cream?
I don't think so.
But I was in the Navy.
- Were you in the Navy? -Yes.
That explains everything. You are just cowards.
Keep the bet.
There's no way I'll have hand jobs from bitches like you.
Copy of birth certificates from many generations, -
- but Konrad is not the father.
Konstance visited by her friend Gudrun Flemmen, April 1927.
Aunt Konstanse looked like a bitch already as a nine year old.
"School for honorable girls burns to the ground."
A respectable girl loses her life.
That's just old piss.
A hundred years of "thanks for a pleasant Easter" greetings.
"Attorney General Saxlund perished."
"Leaving behind his wife Konstanse Soot Saxlund."
"Consul General Cappelen loses life in fox accident."
"Leaving behind his wife Konstanse Soot Saxlund Cappelen."
So what? The lady is 300 years old. Easily a widow several times.
Four times. All wealthy men. All died suddenly.
Nanna, she is in a wheelchair.
She can't have run around the hotel and killed people.
-Maybe not. -No.
What are you doing now? Say it. It's not fun to be left out.
Konstance's birth certificate.
52 inches long. 3028 grams.
Right foot: Eight centimeters.
Left foot.
Five centimeters.
It's pretty common for young children to have small feet.
But not in different sizes.
The killer left footprints of different sizes on the scene.
Either they come from two killers,
- or one killer with feet of different sizes.
Konstanse has different size of feet.
Shit. She can walk?
The lady who walks.
You realized when you connected...
And then... Damn!
But what about the Red King?
Who is Konrad's sole heir?
They found the guestbook. We can't be exposed.
Not when we are so close.
Good night then.
So the old lady can walk. That sick, sick, woodlice.
She saw us with the guestbook. She knows we're onto her.
But she can't be Konrad's daughter? How old is Konrad?
The heir is the Red King.
It must be someone younger.
And it must be a man, because kings are almost always men.
What are you doing? Hello, what are you doing?
Easter Greetings.
The Red King wrote a threat letter to Timian,
- but forged their writing on the Christmas card.
The killer's real handwriting may be in this book.
What a mess.
There is no way out now. Svein and Nanna have been going on for too long.
"Dear Konrad".
"Thank you so much for a wonderful Easter holiday."
The J's are the same. T. D.
We have a match.
Lots of hugs, your favorite relative.
Cris.
Let's go down to the investigation room and finish this.
Let's finish this.