The killer has cut the telephone cable. We can't call anyone.
I have been married to a gay man for 23 years.
- We're divorced. -Don't look so lost, Jack.
You're an heir after all. You are half siblings.
But we still haven't killed anyone.
You really haven't understood anything, dear master brain.
Everything was in vain. We have nothing.
Nope. Nada.
All the clues are gone. With one exception.
Cris and Konstanse did not admit to having cut the telephone cable.
That must have been the killer.
- We need to look into it. - What do you expect to find?
- That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. -Yeah?
Do you have any new theories? The killer sorts his kils by Christmas beer varieties?
Since when did you start being so sarcastic?
Just to be clear, that wouldn't have been such a stupid theory.
It had been absolutely ridiculous.
All your theories have led us astray.
And your "there are two killers, and Konrad has a child, -
- and I am a packing guru and have a potato in my throat "- clues
- not that has produced great results. - I'm going out to the cable.
Just go to hell! And bring that potato with you!
"The key to a happy marriage."
"When your life is ruined and everything's a lie and your husband is gay-"
"-and also your half brother."
It's like straight out of a crime novel.
Everything was right.
Motive, technical proof... Konrad's secret child.
Wheelchair lady that could walk. We had them. Everything was perfect.
- Except it wasn't correct. - I understand how you feel.
It's like making gingerbread biscuits. Everything is right and perfect,
- but they burn anyway.
I thought I was created to solve murders, but when these things happen, -
- the question becomes:
Has Svein Soot met his superior?
Or worse...
Has he expired?
I don't know, Putti. I don't know.
I'll think of something. Cheer you up a bit. Something cozy.
How did you cut the telephone cable?
You attached a chain to the telephone cable.
Up to the gondola.
Started the gondola...
... and the chain cut the telephone cable.
The power went when the cable snapped.
And therefore the clock stopped on December 3.
At 03.41.
You have access to the gondola key.
Who are you?
"If no one walks into the...
... but avoid it ".
Solve me within 24 hours, otherwise it will end badly for you.
Fuck.
Svein, you have to help me.
- The killer has created a Christmas song code. -Forget it.
You and I are done with each other.
I have started a new life.
Now it's only me and my best friend.
Say hello to Jack Daniel.
Svein.
I've never celebrated Christmas with the family. I've never sung a Christmas song.
I want to be alone.
"If no one walks into the" something, "but avoid it".
Trap. -Trap?
–From "Musevisa". -Musevisa?
The killer wants me by mouse traps in the basement.
God dammit. You just put sawdust in front of the nose of the circus horse.
Later, buddy.
Svein Soot is going to work.
Svein!
"Who is this guy...
... with a sack and a hat on? "
It's The Santa Man. Or, Santa Claus.
Wrong.
"He looks a bit like Santa, but it's not him."
It's fucking Jon Blund.
He visits kids big and small, -
- and make toddlers sleep.
The manger in the attic.
Svein!
"And their Christmas food, is..." Fuck, I know this!
"Their Christmas food, is very big potato..."
No, it is not. That's what Grandma rocks on.
- What about cheese? - "Their Christmas food, is a cheese..."
No, that doesn't work.
I know this! What do you eat on Christmas Eve?
Frozen pizza. Cold spaghetti straight from the can.
- Canned apples. -Are you serious?
-Yes. - You eat that?
Yes.
Well they definitely don't sing about that in "Musevisa".
I know this.
Blackout. Christmas song - blackout is the worst thing I know.
Try to close your eyes.
-Doesn't work. - What about a drink?
I drink only to forget.
Dammit, I know this!
What about sex?
Sex... With you?
Yeah. Sex always works when I'm stuck.
It releases endorphins, the brain relaxes and remembers better.
Are you thinking here.... right now? Here and now?
-Yes. -Cool.
Out of the "marriage" closet.
The road forward: A goodbye to the past.
- Is it helping? -A little bit.
I need more time.
I've got it. I've heard the song before.
- Why are you stopping? - "Their Christmas food...
- is a little nut. "
- That came to you right now? -Yes.
I linked your unnaturally small testicles with a little nut.
-What? -Get dressed.
We have a nut bowl to find.
What the... It hasn't been 24 hours yet!
It's not over.
"Kill the fire, or house goes up in smoke".
Is he blowing up the hotel?
"This is what we do when we..."
-Dammit. That's unfortuante. - You don't know the song?
Yes, but it's impossible to know if it's—
- "this is what we do when we wash our clothes", -
- or "this is what we do when we hang up our clothes", -
or "fold our clothes", or "to the church we go" or "home we go".
Fucking psycho.