"Solve me within 24 hours, or it will end badly for you".
The killer has created a Christmas song riddle.
I have been married to a gay man for 23 years.
We're divorced.
It's not over.
"Kill the fire, or the house goes up in smoke".
Is he blowing up the hotel?
"This is what we do when we..."
Dammit. That's unfortunate.
Okay, think.
Most likely we'll find the next clue in some clothing.
And as far as I know, there is no church here to go "to" or "home" from.
But what kind of clothes?
Okay, I have to clear my brain. We have to have sex.
It makes no sense. Why would anyone blow up the hotel?
Then Konrad dies too, and there will be no inheritance.
Maybe it's not about the inheritance,
- maybe someone is just playing with us? - Who would that be?
The only one who doesn't want the inheritance.
-What? Wait.
He didn't bring us up here because he wanted to celebrate Christmas with us.
He got us up here...
... because he wanted to punish us.
This is his revenge. He's toying with us.
Killing one at a time.
If so, the only way to stop him is -
- not to play his game.
We have to find Konrad.
What about the puzzle? And the bomb?
I'll find Konrad. You solve the puzzle and stop the bomb.
Shut up about this. Everyone would panic.
- Are you enjoying yourself, Nanna? -No.
Nah...
"This is what we do..."
Do you have to clean right here, right now?
But Svein. Today is the big Christmas cleaning.
Wipe some dust, wash tables, wash walls...
And floors!
Yeah. And the floor.
This is what we do when we wash our floor".
Putti?
Give me a cloth.
Where's Konrad?
I failed him.
I was in charge of a frail old man,
- crispy and fragile like crispbread.
-What have I done? -I don't know.
- I don't understand what you're talking about. - Konrad is gone!
Are you enjoying yourself, Svein?
Aren't you going to clean as well, Toffen?
- I'm cleaning the table here. - Yeah.
There you are, Jack!
How are you, Jack?
Why do you ask? I'm fine. Okay. Thanks.
Totally fine? Just fine after you got divorced from Liv?
Just fine after finding out you were half-siblings.
And just fine after she was killed yesterday.
Jack! You can talk to me about anything.
Fucking hell! I'm doing well, I said.
I'm not suppressing anything!
What are you still doing here? Have you forgotten that you're not an heir?
I'm not here for the inheritance, Jack. I'm here for the Jackpot itself.
I'm here for you, Jack.
Where are you, puzzle? Where the hell are you?
I have to get under the rug. Move!
- I cleaning here. - That's no cleaning.
And you can't read. Move!
- I'm looking at pictures. - Do it somewhere else. Move!
You don't need to clean under the rug.
Of course you have to.
The whole point of a rug is that you don't have to clean under it.
You'll drag your mountain of fat out of that chair, -
- otherwise you're dead in ten minutes.
Dammit!
"Pull the stool away..."
"Glass..."
Dammit!
"Pull the stool away..."
"Glass..."
"Congratu... Congratulations".
"The gift is on..."
Dammit, don't clean that. Why would you clean that just then?
You said you would kill me if I don't clean.
What did it say?
-Answer! - I can't read!
Dammit!
Putti, I'm looking for a gift. Or a package -
- that I must find within two minutes. We have to look. It's life or death.
Have you done all this, Konrad?
Or is it someone else?
Dammit!
Svein, I've found a gift.
"To everyone, from Santa".
Shit. Red or green ribbon first?
Honey.
Joyful Honey.
Putti.
-Svein! - Get away! Save yourself.
Stop. It's Putti.
It's not the killer's bomb puzzle. It's Putti's gingerbread house word game.
It wasn't the hotel that would go up in smoke, -
- but the gingerbread house.
You thought it was appropriate to make a word game with a ticking gift,
–And red, creepy writing on the wall over a corpse this Christmas?
Do you think so?
I told you I was going to find something to cheer you up.
I wanted you to get your confidence back, and you solved the riddle.
Wasn't that a little nice, Svein?
Yeah, I guess.
I wish it was the stuff with Liv that bothered me,
- but it's not.
There are so many emotions.
In a way, it feels right, but at the same time it feels wrong. Do you understand?
Of course.
Is there something wrong with me?
Jackie boy.
There's nothing wrong with you, Jack.
What you're feeling, Jack...
This is the worst day of my life. Konrad is gone!
I've looked everywhere, I've lost him.
Ivar, just now we were having a very intimate moment.
Hey, hey, hey. Intimate? What are you talking about?
Intimate? Fucking hell.
Are you using your gay trickery? Is that what you do?
Are you tricking it into my behind while I'm at my most vulnerable?
You perverted Satan.
Fucking hell!
Konrad may not have made the word game,
- but he's still behaving suspiciously.
"The Gondola is only managed by Guro Rogne -
And hotel manager Konrad Soot. "
Konrad is the only survivor who can control the gondola.
It must be him.
Can an old, frail man be behind all this?
Maybe he's fitter than he makes out to be.
Maybe he's on some strong medication like...
That's what I thought.
The old man doesn't need a helper.
We have to find Konrad.
We have to stop this. Now.