I found this hidden camera in my room.
He has been monitoring me too.
The killer has cut the telephone cable.
December 3 at 3:41 pm.
I'm matching the time with the camera.
The door was open to the hallway.
The killer is on his way to sabotage the cable.
He's wearing a pink jacket. The killer is wearing a pink jacket.
Can't find a pink jacket anywhere.
Are you sure you haven't seen anyone wearing a pink jacket?
Listen, where the murders happen, it's not random.
The killer is trying to say something. Send a message. To me.
You have a window looking to the telephone pole.
Could you have seen a pink jacket when the cable was cut?
No. I was sleeping. Shush, I'm in my zone now.
If we find out what this represents, we'll know where the killer strikes next.
If we draw a line between all the crime scenes.
There.
A Christmas tree.
That's no fir tree, but definitely a Christmas tree.
Lykke was found here. Not there.
Is it... Is it a starfish or...?
Maybe a unicorn. Dammit.
We must have overlooked something.
Dammit.
A little dinosaur-like.
Svein? Siri's picture from the first dinner. See!
The jacket is inside out.
It is the lining that is pink.
Now then, Jackie boy.
Now we need to find a date for Holmsbu.
- You didn't win anything. - Oh yes.
- And you just loved it. - The judge didn't count down.
- Come on. - No!
Ok, I've brought food and medicine to Konrad, -
- and the good news is that he won't die before Christmas Eve.
What happened to you, Toffen?
Anyone who knows anything about Christmas is dead!
It's the day before Christmas Eve tomorrow and we've burnt the sauce, -
- and we have no Christmas tree, because it caught fire.
Christmas is ruined. We'll lose over 100 million each.
- Oh fuck, oh fuck. - We'll get a new Christmas tree.
- Will you do that for me? - Oh yeah.
Who sat there?
We need to find a table map.
Nanna, let's rather concentrate on important things.
If we maybe swap the floors...
Here is the table map.
Glenn Erik.
And to his left...
Jack's seat.
The jacket belongs to Jack.
Jack cut the cable.
- How far are we walking, Jack? -Shut up.
You're so fucking tense. You could use a few weeks at Holmsbu.
-Stop. We can take this one. -Okay.
Come on. Start digging.
It's so nice to walk around in the forest with you, Jack.
Have you seen Jack?
It's actually more important that you help around here -
- maybe clean and tidy up. -I don't have time. We have to find Jack.
- Oh you do, do you? -Yes.
When I think about it, I think I might be the only one here -
- who knows where he is. - Tell me.
What's in it for me?
You're hindering a murder investigation. Do you realize that?
- Dammit. - We have to help each other out.
Dammit.
Okay. Like that.
Maybe this refreshes your memory?
Maybe if you remove all those pine needles,
- I may remember a little better.
Dammit.
My God, Jack, you're going to love Holmsbu.
The sunset and the garden... Do you remember the garden?
It was always so hot in the garden, Jackie.
So hot that we had to take off all our clothes.
- You're just talking crap. - You're so fucking aggressive.
Remember all our games.
The loser had to lubricate the winner. The winner had to lubricate the loser.
All over. It's like I can feel the smell, sunscreen and pubic hair.
Remember that smell, Jackie?
The thought gives me butterflies.
It's time I end this, once and for all.
Come on. Say it.
-He's not here. - Toffen knows where he is.
But we have to clean to buy our hints. Can't you just say it?
I've removed all the pine needles. What more do you want?
If you threw out the old Christmas tree before the new tree arrives,
- then maybe that could help.
The new tree...
He is outside looking for a new Christmas tree.
What? No no. No, he's not.
It wasn't like you remember, you hear me?
Because you are gay, and if a gay gets butterflies-
- when he lubricates me with sunscreen, -
- if the limbs get filled with blood when we were wrestling,-
- if you missed me every second we were apart, -
- then that's exactly how I felt.
And that's fucking sick to me.
Because if you felt the stuff there because you're a faggot,
- then that means I felt exactly the same because I...
Jack?
- Where is your heart medicine? -It's empty. I've run out.
It's okay, Jack.
We'll get home. It's okay. Don't worry, Jack.
We're fucking dying.
Do you know what the worst thing is?
What?
It's not a calcified artery that is my heart defect.
It's that I never dared to admit that I love you, Cris.
Now we go to Holmsbu.
Now we go to Holmsbu, Jack.
I can feel the smell of sunscreen...
... and pubic hair.
Over there!
I don't get it.
Is the killer dead?
There they are. I thought they were gone for too long.
I guess dying is a fair excuse.
Alright. I guess we're getting there now.
I guess one of us has to be the killer.
Exciting stuff.
It makes no sense.
Jack was the killer. Now he's dead.
I want to go back to Esbjerg. Package tracking is logical.
- This is... - Hey, hey, hey.
Chin up.
Christmas is illogical.
We drag along a spruce tree indoors, hang out with people we don't like—
–And celebrate that a guy who didn't exist was born 2000 years ago.
Nothing about Christmas makes sense.
The only thing I know is that a killer is loose,
- and that I...
...I need your help.
It wasn't Jack. But that's good, because then it's definitely Toffen.
He probably took a random jacket, turned it inside out to be anonymous, -
- and then he went down into the basement and picked up the chain, -
- then went out and cut the cable.
Did I tell you that the cable was cut with a chain?
Chain or rope or what the hell...
The point is, it's much easier to find the killer -
- when only one person can be the killer.
Okay, let's see.
What happens if we move these floors around?