Do you know what it's like to be afraid of Santa?
It's called Santafobia.
You're collaborating with Toffen.
You're killing me last, which means only you two are left.
You are the killers.
- You are the killers! - No, you guys!
- No, you two. - I know I'm not the killer.
Which means you two are the killers.
It's okay to take a nap after so many hours.
No thanks.
Surely none of you killers need to use the bathroom?
Neither do I.
It has to be you. Just admit it.
I know it's you two.
Sooner or later you will break.
Fine.
I will admit that I had planned to kill everyone.
But then someone started before me,-
- and I thought, "Fine, he can do the crap job, -
- and I can just sit back. "
What's that smell.
It's coming from the kitchen.
It's ribs.
Oh my God.
Is this where you are?
It's so great how you made up the ribs.
Should we go sit down?
What a lovely table you have set.
-Wonderful! - Yes, we have...
You're welcome. There is definitely no doubt,-
- that you deserve the inheritance.
I'll write you into the will right away.
Let's see.
"Svein, Nanna, Toffen".
But...
Did you put out too many plates?
If it isn't Santa Claus himself coming to visit?
And I thought only you three were left.
Of course Santa has to be included in the will as well.
What was your name?
Still secret. Understood, understood.
You can write...
... Putti.
Good job, Nanna.
Are you enjoying Christmas food on Christmas Eve?
Dear family.
Yeah?
Putti! I must also write you in the will, of course.
You don't need to do that. The most important thing, you see -
- in the will, was not the inheritance.
It was that the whole family would be gathered here on Christmas Eve, -
- so we could celebrate Christmas together.
Every year I have tried to have a nice Christmas celebration, -
- but no matter what, the food is eaten up in two minutes, the gifts torn up, -
–Everyone arguing, -
- and I end up with the dishes.
But this year I decided—
- that this would be the nicest Christmas ever.
And when you take away everything that's not nice, -
- What is left then?
A good time.
Cheers for Christmas joy!
- Cheers, you guys. -Toast!
Are you enjoying yourself, Nanna?
"Konrad Soot".
Yes.
Let's walk around a juniper bush early one Friday morning
Yes, this one is really funny.
It's one of the best reruns out there.
Cozy, Konrad.
Are you enjoying yourself, Svein? Do you like "Santas in the Barn"?
I've never been that fond of Santas.
This is what we do when we clean our floor
- The first one is for Toffen. -Thanks.
And then Svein. And one for you, Konrad.
-You're welcome. -Thank you.
This was an even nicer Christmas than I ever imagined.
Thank you for fulfilling an old man's last wish.
Now I can die happily anytime.
He signed the will, right?
Like that.
Dead people are no fun.
Put on a little hat, and it becomes part of the Christmas decorations.
I guess that means Christmas is over?
It's not over yet, is it? Even if the elderly have gone to bed?
We can do a little more, right?
Sure, sure.
Could you tie them up, Svein? On hands and feet, if you please.
Did you have to kill to get your Christmas celebration?
The only thing I wanted was a nice Christmas party,
- so I had to remove everyone who stood in the way.
The lawyer wanted to destroy the will,
- and then everyone would have gone home.
Then there would have been no Christmas celebration, right?
After that it seemed like it would be the best Christmas ever.
But people can't enjoy themselves at Christmas.
Wouldn't you know it, Aunt Ruth decided to ruin it.
By calling the police.
Then we definitely couldn't have had Christmas up here.
And since then, things were a little random,
- to say the least.
Toffen was leaving because Gard won his entire inheritance.
But I don't celebrate Christmas without my family.
You know that Toffen is my brother.
Natasha was just horrid and uneasy after Gard died, -
- so she had to go.
Cassandra was on her way to take Timian away,...
- despite the fact that he wanted to celebrate Christmas here.
Although Timian wasn't very nice himself.
Konstanse and Cris were, strictly speaking, not family,
And neither was the nurse, either
- so it was nicer that they weren't here on Christmas Eve.
But, you killed yourself?
We talked to the killer on the phone.
Svein, Svein.
I called the kitchen, -
then I hurried down and answered before you came
Hey, hey, it's Putti.
We checked your heart rate. You were dead.
Oh, no.
I just took only some of Konrad's heart medicine.
If you take those pills when you have a normal heart rate,
- the heart rate drops to four to five beats per minute.
What will happen to us now?
Now you'll get to open your Christmas presents.
You're welcome. Feel free to open.
Do you see what it is, Svein? -Yeah.
A Santa hat for Sveinebass.
So Christmas is over.
Forever.
Wait! Christmas isn't over yet, is it?
-What? - You haven't received your Christmas present.
It's on the shelf above the fireplace.
- Christmas gift for me? -Yes.
- Just for me? -Yes.
My, how nice you are.
Yes.
Will you get it, Svein?
For me? Thanks a lot, Svein.
How exciting.
It's just a small gadget from Toffens Techno Store.
How nice this one was. Really nice.
It plays joyful Christmas music.
Touch it.
Svein! Svein!
Dammit, Svein!
Not so tough without a gun. Eh, Putti?
- You're being a bad boy, Svein. -What do you mean?
It's not Santa, it's just Putti. Svein?
It's just Putti.
- Hi, ho! - I've been a good boy.
Stay away from me.
Stay away!
Don't worry, five-year-old Svein.
I'll just make you a coward for the rest of my life.
Svein!
Santa doesn't exist!
Svein!
Overcome your fears! Santa doesn't exist.
He does not exist!
You ruined my life...
... and you don't fucking exist!
So you wrapped up the Santa because you realized Putti was the killer.
How the hell...?
When I saw the Christmas dinner that the killer had put so much work into,
- I realized there are things but money -
- one may be willing to kill for.
Christmas joy. And who was willing to do all that...
... to have a cozy Christmas?
It had to be Putti.
When I understood that, I also understood what she wanted most of all,
- was that we showed that we appreciated her efforts by giving a gift.
It became her Achilles heel.
Finally, you have realized what fun is, Nanna.
I thought I could use some of the money to start a detective agency.
May need a package tracker there.
By that I mean you. You can join if you want.
-No. - We are a good team.
-No. -When we're stuck, we can have sex-
- to clear our heads. -No.
Okay. But friends, then?
Maybe.
Cool.
Merry Christmas, you guys! You enjoying yourself at home?
Yeah.