Hi. Do we have anything to eat?
Or, you know, something else? I haven't had any dinner yet.
-Did you eat already? -Kári?
Yes.
I've seen the video.
What video?
You know you can always talk to me.
I just don't know what you're talking about.
-Don't lie to me. -Jesus!
-I'm talking to you. -I've no idea what you're talking about.
I want to know everything about the video.
-I know nothing about a video. -Just like you never went to that party.
Just tell me the truth!
Okay, I went to the party.
But I left way before this happened, I swear.
-Tell me what you all did to her. -Mom...
You have to tell me what you did to Telma. You have to tell the truth.
-You can tell me... -Mom!
VALHALLA BOYS WERE BRANDED
Erlingur, come here for a second.
-Yes? -I got a fingerprint off Þór's photo.
Yes, fantastic. I'm coming over.
-Arnar? -Not now. I'm on my way to see Hugrún.
No, come, quickly.
Isn't that Þór?
Yes, so it seems.
Who's that with him? Can you enlarge this?
Yeah, hold on. Let me find another angle.
-Can I see? -Yes.
I'm running the prints through our database now.
Do we have Steinþór Jónsson's fingerprints on file?
-If he's done time. -Run them against those prints.
-Shouldn't I finish...? -Hey, do it right now.
He's our guy!
-Armed police! -Police. Hands up!
-Get down! Get down! -On the ground, face down.
Steinþór Jónsson, 40 years old, extremely dangerous. Most likely armed
and highly unpredictable.
All our evidence suggests that he is our man.
Show me your hands! Hands up!
-Armed police! Get down! -Get down!
Face down, on the floor!
As we know, Steinþór's been living in a halfway house for a few weeks.
-Armed police! -Clear!
Get down!
-Hands up! -Hands up! Hands up!
Down on the floor!
-Go, go, go. -Armed police!
Armed police!
He has no assets.
His bank account is empty and there are no recorded transactions.
But we're watching CCTV at Keflavík Airport
and are still assuming that he has not left the country.
Steinþór sent a letter to the deceased, with a photo taken at Valhalla years ago.
His fingerprints were found on the photograph.
And CCTV footage from the post office proves that he mailed the letters.
The numbers "28:13" were handwritten on the back of the photographs,
which we believe is a Biblical reference.
We spoke to his mother, closest relatives,
and known associates, but nobody seems to know his whereabouts.
It's imperative that we find this man, right away.
We are racing against time. So, think fast.
Great. Thank you.
Carry on.
Where were you?
I had a personal matter to attend to.
I have to be sure that I can count on you.
-Yes. -Can I count on you?
Of course you can count on me.
Good.
Excuse me, is this a bad time?
Oh, hi.
Can I have a quick word?
What? Yes, of course. We can go in here.
I want to apologize for my behavior
the last time we met.
No, no, no. You had every right to say those things.
I never would have imagined that anything like that
was going on at Valhalla.
-But it did happen. -Yes, I know.
And now my name is on the report, which clears those people's names.
Yeah.
I don't want to be known as the man who did such a thing.
But if there is anything I can do to assist you with the investigation,
don't hesitate to contact me. You should be able to reach me on this number.
Thank you.
I don't want to finish my career covering up the crimes of others.
I know that this doesn't make amends for what happened
or my negligence...
but I take full responsibility.
But I'd better get to my meeting with Helga.
Arnar?
I... I just heard about your father.
And you didn't say a word about it?
My...
My deepest condolences.
Yes, well.
I believe
the funeral takes place at 4:00 today.
Arnar, my friend.
If you need anything, you know I'm always here for you.
Arnar.
Come to the lab.
Thank you.
We've pieced together the broken taillight found outside Valhalla.
According to the lab in Oslo, they are from a Toyota Yaris, 2005-2009.
They sold over 500 in Iceland last year.
Five hundred?
Yes, it looks like it.
Well over 2,000 cars. Between 1,500 and 1,700 in the capital region alone.
They weren't all parked by the docks when Þór was killed.
-Check the footage from the harbor. -Yeah.
Look for a Toyota Yaris 2005-2009 in all harbor footage
the night Þór was killed.
There is no Yaris registered to Steinþór.
He could've borrowed or stolen the car.
-There are no reports of a Yaris... -Just find the car. Okay?
Are we done here?
Yeah.
Hi. Arnar, can we talk?
What do you want?
I... I want you to come and say goodbye to dad.
We're family, and we need to be together.
No.
The answer is no.
There's no way I'm coming.
Arnar, you know you're making a mistake.
Mistake?
You'll always regret it if you don't come.
You know, Eyja...
Why would I want to come?
Will you do it for me?
Arnar.
The tooth matches the skeleton.
Dísa?
Can you call Tómas' parents and ask them to meet me here?
Yes, will do.
"According to our sources, the police are searching for Steinþór Jónsson,
who is suspected of murdering the four former Valhalla employees."
-You're kidding me. When was it published? -Just now.
-Who is their source? -Someone called Andrés.
That stupid bastard.
If Steinþór sees this, he will go into hiding.
What happened to improved relations with the media?
You didn't give us a goddamn thing.
We know about Andrés. The nonsense you're eating up could ruin the investigation.
This is bad: "He is also suspected of being responsible for the death of a boy,
previously believed to have died of exposure close to Valhalla 30 years ago."
-This is not okay. We have to suppress it. -What do you think he's doing?
-We have to stop this reporter. Now! -He's working on it!
Guys! I think I found the car.
The car was never at the docks.
He parked it next to the restaurant where Þór and Íris had dinner
-and followed them. -Can you see the license plate?
-The camera is too crappy to see anything. -Play it again.
Gray Toyota Yaris, circa 2007 model, with a red front fender and...
one broken taillight.
I'll put out an APB.
The Reykjavík Police are looking for a gray Toyota Yaris.
The car has a red fender and is from 2010 to 2014.
Those with information about the car or its whereabouts
are asked to contact the police at 444-1000.
Information may also be shared via private message to the police on Facebook.
Hi.
We're at the school.
PH-850. This is not the car. No, there's no red fender.
You want some coffee?
No, thank you.
No, me neither.
Kata.
Yes, okay, I'll be right there.
Has someone gone through this?
STEINÞÓR'S BELONGINGS
THE SKELETON IN HVALFJÖRÐUR
Hello, Kristján.
Thank you for coming.
Would you like to step inside?
No.
It's about the DNA test.
It's Tómas?
The DNA from his tooth matches that of the skeleton.
I read online
that someone named Steinþór Jónsson is suspected of...
murdering our boy. Is that correct?
I'm unable to provide you with any such information now.
Oh, for God's sake.
Tell us what you know. I have to...
We have to hear the truth about what happened,
if we're ever going to move on with our lives.
You must understand...
I'm sorry, but I can't give you any information.
Do you have any children?
Yes. A son.
What would you do if your son disappeared without a trace?
Kristján, I can't...
Right.
CHURCH OF BREIÐHOLT
Do you recognize this man?
No, I can't say that I do.
-Do you have a large congregation? -Yes, but I know almost everyone by name.
Hey, is this related to the serial killings at all?
Do you have any idea why he would have a bookmark from this church?
No, they're everywhere. The Benefactor Society had them made a while back.
We also have a hall downstairs, which is used for AA meetings and such.
-AA meetings? -Yes, there's a meeting there now
-that's about to wrap up. -I see.
I don't know what to tell you. You know this is anonymous.
-Later, Patti. -Bye.
Yes, I know, and I'm not asking you to betray his trust.
On the contrary, you would be helping him.
I assume you've been following the news.
Steini has been acting weird, and I think this Valhalla stuff totally fucked him up.
Okay. And you have no idea where he might be staying?
No, I simply don't know him that well.
But I know his best friend lives in an RV by the stables in Elliðaárdalur.
-If that's any help. -Yeah, okay.
Arnar.
Where are you?
I'm at the Church of Breiðholt. Steini attended AA meetings here.
And what?
His sponsor mentioned a friend, living by the stables in Elliðaárdalur.
-I'm going to check it out. -Want me to come?
No, I have to stop by a place on the way.
-Okay, call me when you're done. -I will.
-Bye. -Kata?
Someone called and reported a gray Yaris with a red front fender in Kópavogur.
-Can you stop by? -How reliable is it?
It has a red fender.
I'll check it out.
Good afternoon, Arnar.
Hi.
I'm sorry for your loss. You have my deepest condolences.
Don't do this to your sister.
Don't ruin this moment for her.
You know that you're always welcome...
back to the congregation.
-You know what you need to do. -Get your hand off me.
-We all want you back home. -Get your hand off me!
I fear nothing, Arnar.
My doors are always open to you, if you wish to return.
But he worshiped Jehovah.
And true adoration of Jehovah
does not divide us, but unites us.
It teaches us to love Jehovah.
Who are those who teach others, men and women, all over the world...
to believe in Jehovah?
It's us!
We are the ones teaching each other how to serve God.
But sometimes we lose sight of what is true and right.
But it is never too late to repent...
and confess one's sins.
A good father...
wishes all the best for his children.
Our Father in Heaven
wishes us
to live in happiness for all eternity.
Böðvar was a good father
and he loved his daughter and grandchildren.
Jehovah...
loves...
and welcomes anyone
who wishes to join him.
Can we have a word with you?
Listen, just let me sit here for a minute. I'm not bothering anyone.
-Not bothering anyone? -No.
No. Get up.
-Come with us. -No, not now.
-Let go of me. -No. I'm telling you to come with us.
-Not now. This is my father's funeral. -Stand up.
-Get up. -Let go of me.
-Get up. -Don't touch me!
Yeah, okay.
Hey. Okay, okay.
Okay.
Not in here.
Okay.
Yeah. No.
Hi, my name is Arnar, from the CID of the Reykjavík Police.
You probably know who I'm looking for.
Yes, but I haven't seen Steinþór for almost two weeks now.
What happens if I get a search warrant for that RV?
Chill, man. I've got nothing to hide.
I was going to call you when I saw the news, but...
Oh, why is that?
Just being helpful.
-Where is Steinþór? -I don't know.
-Where is he? Where? -I don't fucking know!
Where?
He might be at the old power plant.
Okay.
Okay, okay.
Okay, good. Sorry.
Thanks.
You're sure that this is a gray Yaris with a red fender?
Yes, we think so.
The car vanished as soon as the bulletin came on the radio.
Do you think it might be the killer?
-Hi. -Did you find anything?
No, I spoke to a friend of his over at the stables.
He mentioned the old power plant.
I'm going to check it out, but I don't know.
Hold on.
How about you?
A witness saw a gray Yaris.
It's not out front, but I'm checking the garage now.
Keep me posted.
Okay, bye.
There are more windows on the other side!
Okay.
-Can you give me a hand with this? -And how am I supposed to do that?
I think people should be paid for assisting like this.
Sure, if you were actually assisting.
-What did you say? -Nothing.
What did you see? Is the car in there?
Was that it?
-Wait here! -Okay.
-Hi, Hugrún. -Hi.
-I found the car. Yes. -Great!
Send me some backup, right away.
-We'll be there right away, but Kata... -Good. Yes.
Egill dropped off Kári at the station.
-What? -They're taking his statement.
What...?
-Do you have any idea why? -No, I just saw them in the hallway.
Okay, thanks for letting me know.
-We're on our way. -Okay. Bye.
WANTED: STEINÞÓR JÓNSSON
The old power plant! Arnar!
Dispatch! Send all available units to the old power plant in Elliðaárdalur.
Officer in danger. Top priority. Send backup at once!
Arnar, pick up the phone.
Pick up!
Why aren't you picking up?
-Steinþór... -Don't move!
Get back!
-Kristján! Put the knife down. -Get away from him!
I'm not armed.
They were goddamn liars, every last one of them.
They told us that Tómas had run away.
-It was all a lie. They deserved to die. -You're right.
But put the knife down, Kristján.
Hold still. Hold still!
Tómas told me that they were hurting him there.
That they were hurting the boys.
But I didn't believe him.
I didn't believe my own son.
But then... I saw the pictures in the newspaper.
The lighter and the necklace. It all made sense.
And then I realized the truth.
This piece of filth and the other three had to die.
I had to kill them for Tómas.
-Murderer! -Kristján, don't do it!
-Confess! -Put it down!
How far away is the SWAT team?
Hurry up!
Of course I'll wait.
-Confess, you bastard! Confess! -This is not the right way...
You can still stop this. Kristján. Look at me!
No, Kristján. Don't do it! Put the knife down!
This is Katrín Gunnarsdóttir. I need the security code for the safe in car 440.
Hurry! A man's life is at stake.
Do you have it?
Thank you.
Again.
One more time. Thank you.
Got it!
-Put the knife down! Kristján! -Confess, you bastard!
-This isn't the right way. -Confess!
Kristján, this isn't the right way. You can still stop.
-Confess! -Kristján, look at me.
Kristján!
This is not the right way.
I can't tell the truth from the lies anymore.
Kristján.
Tómas deserves justice.
This is not justice.
This animal killed my son.
Those people had to pay.
Kristján, give me the knife.
-Kristján! Drop the knife! -No, Katrín, don't!
-I'm going to kill him! -No!
Freeze!
Kata!
Okay, relax. Relax. Everything will be all right.
Kata!
No, Kristján...
Don't...
No... No...
Don't...
Kristján, give me the gun.
Don't.
Translation by Kristján Steinarsson