01x04 - After They Are Dead, Before They Are Cold

[bunniefuu]

-[thunder roars]

-[church bells chiming in the distance]

[door opens]

[soft string music playing]

[muffled opera music playing]

[opera music playing in the apartment]

Did you eat?

Yeah, you were a little bit late,

so I had to eat without you.

It's okay.

When will you be back?

Maybe Monday.

Oh, could you…

I'm sure you have girls

waiting for you in the city.

I would hope so.

[chuckles]

Will you meet them?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I think you smell of women

every time you come home.

[scoffs]

Why won't you tell me what you do?

Because you love me.

[tense music playing]

[distorted voice] Open your eyes.

The pattern is simple.

A red guiding star.

A five-pointed devil's cross

will show you the way.

It is shaped by five streets.

The right street

will lead you to the place

where the debt will be collected.

[dramatic intro music playing]

I'll be honest with you, Agnes,

as Chairman of the Justice Committee

I intend to vote no

on the proposal to allow police

to carry firearms on patrol.

And I'll encourage,

the center and left to vote the same.

I have full confidence

in whatever decision

you and the committee arrive at.

Yeah? Okay. I…

I thought that's why you came

to try to change my mind.

I thought all police officers

wanted to be armed?

Nah.

Well, the Narcotics Officers' Association

painted a different picture.

That was a fascist association,

and it no longer exists.

If I'm telling the truth, Eddy,

it makes my job a lot easier

if you all just vote against it.

So you agree we shouldn't arm the cops?

If the public accuses us

of going back on our word,

we'll just pass the buck onto you.

Blame you for not giving us

the support we needed.

Yeah.

It's funny how the second the Justice

Department puts their foot down,

the N. O. A. just disappears overnight.

Did they? I'm not so sure.

And that means?

Maybe they didn't disappear overnight,

but rather into the night.

They're working off the books then?

Are you telling me they're still active?

All I'll say is I can't imagine

the more extreme ones

would let themselves be stopped so easily.

[girl] Mom. It's for you.

-Møller?

-Sorry to bother you on a Sunday.

But we've received

something disturbing in the mail.

We got a package with Lisbeth Barli's

severed finger inside of it.

Did I hear you correctly?

Are you saying that we have…

one of those?

Yep. It sure looks like it.

-I'll be right in.

-Yeah, another thing.

If this guy is what we think he is,

then we'll need Harry Hole.

Bjarne, he's been fired.

He's the only one here

with experience with this sort of thing.

-Okay. Get hold of him.

-Copy that.

Talk to you later.

Sorry.

That's enough about me… [chuckles]

…and my problems.

[Vibeke] You miss her.

I wish I felt that way about Anders.

Why are you with him?

Cause he has lots of money.

No, I…

I don't know.

I guess I just don't have

the guts to leave.

And where is he now?

In Europe somewhere.

He'll be home late tonight.

So uh… [clears throat]

What does he do exactly?

He sells things.

[sighs] He sells different supplies

to churches. Crosses,

altarpieces, roseries, church pews.

He's Christian?

[man] Nice t*ts. [laughs]

[man 2] Hey…

I apologize for their behavior.

They're a little excited,

but having said that,

you have great f*cking t*ts.

[man 3] She's pretty.

[scoffs]

[Vibeke] Hey, forget it. Sit down.

I tried to reach you at work.

There was more I wanted

to tell you about Camilla,

but I couldn't do it at our place.

-Why not?

-Because Anders was there.

His temper is so bad,

he'd lose it if I talked about

how Camilla had multiple lovers,

as if he couldn't hear her. [scoffs]

What made him angry?

Well… I guess he thought that I was…

accusing Camilla of being a huge sl*t.

But…

that's not what I meant,

I was saying that it was healthy

that she had a…

good sex life.

So you called me up to tell me

about Camilla screwing around?

No, um…

Someone called my house.

From an unknown number.

I wouldn't think twice about it,

normally, but…

After what happened to Camilla…

[sighs]

[Harry] Uh…

They called me but didn't say anything.

Whoever it was

just breathed into the phone.

I got this feeling that the person

on the other end…

was close by when they called.

Hey…

Do you or your partner know Lisbeth Barli?

-The singer who's gone missing?

-Yeah.

Mm-mm…

Why should we?

Right.

Why should you.

I better get home.

I can walk you.

It's just around the corner.

Okay.

I can manage that.

Would I have made you forget about Rakel?

-[man whistles]

-[laughing]

[man 3] Now that's an a*s.

-[men laughing loudly]

-["Don't Come Close" by Ramones playing]

f*ck you want?

What the f*ck? Come on…

What the f*ck?

You don't come close ♪

You don't come close

You don't come close ♪

[music fades]

-Hey. Where's Hole?

-Off his rocker.

[colleague] Cell 129.

The guard will let you in.

That way?

[angry yelling]

[cell door opens]

[door closes]

-What the hell happened to you?

-[eerie music playing]

You had a little bit too much fun?

At least one piece

of Lisbeth Barli's turned up.

Came in an envelope.

Look, I'm leading

the Barli and Loen cases.

But you're the only one who's…

gone after this type of k*ller before.

But this is my call.

-Yeah, and?

-So I'm wondering if you had time

to think about my offer.

Uh huh.

About you wanting to help me.

Helping each other.

Did you k*ll Ellen?

Okay.

I'll tell you the truth.

I m*rder*d Sverre Olsen.

I broke into the cabin.

Drop the weapon!

He put down the g*n, raised his hands.

On your knees. Hands behind your head.

And then I saw Ellen.

I saw what he'd done to her.

She was…

Well…

Ellen.

You saw it yourself.

Ellen.

What the f*ck was I supposed to do?

Just let him get away with jail?

In this f*cking country

where he'd be out in fifteen years?

So I shot him in the gut.

And then I fired his g*n twice at the door

so it'd look like self-defense.

So you didn't sh**t Ellen?

Sverre Olsen shot Ellen.

[scoffs]

Do you ever think about

what makes us do what we do?

I remember being a kid.

My first memory was

my dad standing over my bed.

He smelled like tobacco.

It was soothing.

He was a bricklayer and always came home

after I'd gone to bed.

And I knew that

he always went to work

before I was awake so,

If I opened my eyes, then

he'd smile, ruffle my hair

and he'd be on his way.

So I pretended to sleep,

so that he'd stay a little longer.

Was it the same with your father?

No, my father was a teacher,

so he got to spend nights at home.

[Tom scoffs]

You know, I had this next-door neighbor.

He was a judge,

and he had this huge German Shepherd

who wouldn't stop barking.

Just would bark all night.

And, one morning, on my way to school,

I stopped outside his house,

and I tried to look the dog in the eye,

but he threw himself against the fence,

and he growled at me and started barking.

So I went up to the gate.

I opened the gate.

As if I could feel why he was so angry.

But the dog just jumped at me

and bit me all over.

Then the judge ran out of his house,

and called off his dog.

And then yelled at me,

"You better not come in my yard,

you f*cking hear?"

Not that I have somewhere to be,

but is this story going anywhere?

That night I woke and

it was completely silent.

Then I heard the front door open.

I heard Dad's footsteps.

He opened my door, came into the room,

and I acted like I was asleep.

But I saw the hammer.

And I knew

I'd never see that dog again.

I kept pretending to sleep.

He smelled like tobacco.

It was soothing.

[sighs]

I k*lled Sverre Olsen.

For Ellen's sake.

For both our sakes.

For the sake of

our entire f*cking society.

What are you saying…

you're in a death squadron?

No, we're just some ordinary men and women

who take our civic responsibility

very seriously.

We do what the police won't.

And we have a few kind patrons

who pay us well for our efforts.

Very well.

And who are they?

-These patrons?

-What choice do you have, Harry?

An alcoholic in his mid 40's.

Who do you owe?

Police?

Your bosses?

Slightest bit of trouble and they run.

f*cking pathetic. [scoffs]

I can offer you ten times

what you make right now.

But most importantly you'll have

some f*cking dignity and feel valued.

I can see it.

You don't want to give up.

Investigative team is meeting at eight.

In three hours.

[knocks on door]

They won't let me out of the drunk tank

before ten o'clock.

[door opens]

You'll figure it out.

[lock clicks]

[alarm ringing]

[distant shouting]

[reporter] Last week's g*ng sh**ting has

renewed public calls to arm the police.

Debatten will now hear a caller's opinion.

[man] I don't get why

the politicians aren't doing anything.

Nothing changes in this damn city.

[Tom] This is Lisbeth Barli's hand

and this is the finger

we received in the mail yesterday.

According to Lønn,

the finger matches multiple prints

found in Barli's apartment.

So we're still waiting

for an official DNA report,

but I think it's safe to assume

that this is from Lisbeth Barli.

[reporter] Police refuse

to offer any further information

on the m*rder of Camilla Loen

and the disappearance

of the singer Lisbeth Barli.

However, one source does claim

that the two cases are connected.

[Tom] This jewel here

was found under Camilla Loen's eyelid.

As you can see,

it's the same shape and size

as the one on Lisbeth Barli's ring.

[Beate] I've been in touch

with a diamond expert from De Beers.

She thinks we can use

pictometry and microtomography

to identify exactly

where this diamond came from.

She's flying in from London tonight

to give us her expertise.

Good work, Beate.

Very good.

Is that all? Anything you want to add?

No, but It's clear this is

a bit of a nightmare case for us.

[man] Seriously?

I disagree, I mean, in my opinion

we have a big advantage here.

We have two cases,

but only one perp to worry about.

Two cases means twice as many leads,

twice as many resources at our disposal.

So this is a dream case.

[Harry] What's your name again?

Has the alcohol k*lled

all your brain cells or something?

Like the lights are on but nobody's home?

Skarre.

All I remember about you

is that you came from Narcotics

less than a year ago.

But there's one thing

that you should try to remember, Skarre.

When investigating a premeditated m*rder,

the k*ller has advantages.

He could've easily hidden

crucial evidence and…

Well, he'd have an airtight alibi

for the time of the m*rder

and would've disposed

of the weapon and all that,

but there's always one thing

the m*rder*r can never truly hide.

Can you guess, Skarre?

The motive.

It's so basic it's easy to forget.

Until one day he appears.

The k*ller from

the detective's worst nightmare,

or wet dream,

depending on the way your brain's wired.

You have a k*ller with no motive.

You've been around the block,

but you're making this sound worse--

Or, should I say, without a motive

that's easy to comprehend--

[Skarre] For all we know, there could be

a simple motive behind these--

Enough, he's right.

Yeah, of course I'm right.

No disrespect but--

[Tom] Skarre.

I mean Harry is right.

Okay? We've worked on these cases

for five and ten days respectively,

and we haven't had any connections

between the two. Until now.

And when that connection is the method,

a ritual, something that looks

like a sort of code,

you'll start thinking of a word

that you should never say out loud

but you have to keep in mind.

And while we're on the subject,

while working on this case,

you will shut up and listen

whenever Captain Hole

shares his expertise. Okay?

To sum it up, we have to hold two thoughts

in our heads at the same time.

On one hand,

we investigate systematically…

[man] How much do you propose

to pay me for the lessons?

[English accent] I know what’s right.

A lady friend of mine gets French lessons

for eighteen pence an hour

from a real French gentleman.

Well, you couldn't ask me the same

for teaching me my own language

as you would for French,

so I won't give more than a shilling.

Talk it or leave it…

Take it or leave it.

[American accent] God, this accent.

Can we run that again?

-[man] From the top.

-[woman clears throat]

[woman] I know what’s right…

[continues in background]

It's our first day on the stage,

so it's a bit hectic, running the tech

and lighting and everything.

Yeah, of course.

[woman] …so I won't give

more than a shilling.

See how much they look alike?

…or leave it! f*ck that!

I f*cking loathe this accent.

Willy, this dialect is impossible,

I can't do it.

Don't worry, it's great. It's fantastic.

Just take it from the top, and then…

[sniffs] It'll be okay, I promise.

Toya is Lisbeth's twin sister.

She's a back-up singer in Lisbeth's band,

but that doesn't prepare you

for the National Theater.

[man] …to pay me for the lessons?

[Toya] I know what’s right…

Can we talk alone? It's important.

Yeah, absolutely.

Hold, please.

Sorry to interrupt, but I need

to step outside for a quick chat.

Petra will take over from here.

Be back in a second, it's going great.

I have bad news.

I haven't told you this.

I once applied to acting school.

They held auditions on that very stage.

I did voices,

and my best impressions, like,

"Yes, you'll get your money, Frank.

Yes, don't worry, tomorrow."

I wasn't accepted. I was heartbroken.

I applied to the dance school

as a back-up.

Turns out, they didn't have enough men,

so I got in.

Retired at 40, and I found I could help

others do what I couldn't

and fell into directing.

This is where I wound up.

We got a package.

It contained…

a severed finger.

When you're creating, Detective, it…

gives the illusion of control.

We think we're these gods

who control everything,

and then something like this happens,

and you discover you're completely…

helpless.

The finger's Lisbeth's.

[sobbing softly]

[reporter] After another week of violent

g*ng activity involving automatic weapons,

demands to arm

the police force are rising,

due to a recent wave

of fatalities and injuries.

Police officers and their union…

[door opens]

…saying the situation…

[man] Just a moment.

…out of control,

and that the time for knee-jerk solutions

has come to an end.

According to VG,

Oslo is teeming with weapons,

and Aftenposten has stated that heavily

armed gangs are now at a full-scale w*r.

Many are now asking

how the police department

is expected to handle these situations,

when the law does not allow them

to bear arms on duty.

According to NRK, the Justice Committee

will hold a new hearing this autumn

on whether or not to arm the police.

ABC DEBT COLLECTION

[receptionist] ABC Debt Collection,

how may I help you?

Alexia?

Thank God you called.

[radio] We are now officially entering

the longest heat wave…

Yes, of course I'll be there.

-And do me a favor, all right.

-[knocks on door]

[buzzer]

-Tell that to Petter.

-[door opens]

[man] Thank you, Barbara, you're a star.

[Harry wretches]

[phone vibrating]

[clears throat] Talk to me.

Hi, this is Maya Ek from Aftenposten.

Can you confirm that you've combined

the Loen and Barli cases?

And that you think

there's just one k*ller?

Yeah, you need to speak

to our Chief of Homicide.

Bjarne Møller.

He won't tell us anything.

So what makes you think that I will?

Maybe we can help each other?

I hear you like to drink.

Maybe we could meet over a few?

Have a chat?

Or just one?

Nice try.

[inquisitive music playing]

-[bartender] The usual?

-Not today.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

I tried to find you at the station…

but they said you were out,

so thought you'd be here.

-Thanks for the record.

-Yeah.

-But…

-I want you to come back.

Your mom wouldn't like that.

That's why you have to come.

She'd be happy again if you were there.

Please, Harry.

Are you really gonna let me win at Tetris?

Don't forget I've got the high score.

Uhm…

I don't really know what I…

[sighs]

Come on. I'll take you home.

[emotional music playing]

Hi.

-Oleg, where've you been?

-[Oleg] Hey.

There was no one around to hang,

so I took the bus into town.

[car door closes]

-You can't just disappear like that.

-[Oleg] Sorry, Mom.

[steps approaching]

I'm gonna go play soccer.

Hi.

Hi.

So who'd you fight?

Uh…

Everyone.

Oleg said that you were thinking

about quitting your job?

Why are you here, Harry?

What do you want?

[soft music playing]

Would it change things for us if I quit?

-You can't quit.

-No, I mean…

-Quit the force.

-I know.

I could try to find something else.

A job that gives us more time?

Don't do that.

Don't.

We both know your job isn't the problem.

It's you.

You're the problem.

Harry.

Wait up.

Think we could go to the Frogner Baths

the day after tomorrow?

I wanna try the ten meter.

You know, with an audience.

Yeah, sounds fun. Ask your mother.

-Okay.

-[car door opens]

-Later.

-See ya.

[car door closes]

[eerie music playing]

[reporter] The time is 4.55 p.m.

and here is the weather…

Only white wine. No, no molly.

That goes for you too, alright?

Oh God, no, I'm over that kind of stuff.

[doorbell rings]

[buzzer]

[door opens]

[door closes]

-Sorry, I have to go. Bye.

-[doorbell rings]

-Hi!

-Hey!

-What can I do for you?

-I have a meeting

with Halle in a few minutes,

but those five floors are no joke.

-Yeah.

-Could I maybe have a glass of water?

-Oh, right away! One second.

-Thank you.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[screams] Oh my God!

[laughs nervously]

Sorry, I…

-I'm just…

-[man breathing]

-Sorry, a little nervous today.

-[steps approaching]

But you're in the ladies' bathroom,

you know that, right?

[door opens]

[g*nsh*t]

POLICE

[man] Fox twenty-four, we are on our way.

-Where's the body?

-End of the hall.

Your colleague's in there.

That Swedish guy.

[Tom] Yeah, we've sold twenty-two

or twenty-three Ceskas to Dearpmis.

So could be coming from there.

At least one guy from Dearpmis was shot.

He's in the hospital now.

Okay.

So what do you want me to do?

Okay…

CHECK WITH THE HOSPITAL FOR g*nsh*t WOUNDS

Alright, I'll see you tonight.

[Harry] Who is she?

[Tom] A Barbara Svendsen.

Receptionist.

28 years old.

Shot in the back of the head.

Ceska Zbrojovka?

And they had a custom-made sil*ncer.

Strange position, don't you think?

Yeah, looks like

the k*ller moved her body after,

and arranged her in that position.

Who found her?

One of the female lawyers.

Witnesses?

No.

There was a visitor in the reception area,

asked for a glass of water.

Barbara Svendsen went to get him a water

at 4.55 p.m., she never came back.

She came straight in here?

Looks like it.

It's closer than the kitchen.

Hmm.

And…

Do you know

if anyone saw her walk in here?

No, don't think so.

Hmm.

Yeah. And the visitor?

What did he do when she didn't come back?

-Uhm…

-[camera clicks]

Well he got tired of waiting,

so he found where the meeting was himself.

So he'd been here before?

No, it's his first time here.

So this guy was the last one

to see her alive, as far as we know?

Most likely.

And it happened sometime

between 4.55 and 5 p.m.?

-5.11.

-You have to do that?

[chuckles]

Does it bother you?

Have you ever touched them…

right after they've been k*lled,

but before they've gone cold?

You can feel the energy

that they have inside

slipping out of their body.

Before it's all gone.

Touch.

I know you want to.

Touch.

You can feel it move.

The f*ck are you going

to do if this is over?

You're just as addicted to this as I am.

Nothing can replace this and you know it.

You'll probably k*ll yourself.

Drink yourself to death.

We need an answer.

[Harry exhales]

[eerie music playing]

[sighs]

f*ck.

[woman]

Diamonds have geological fingerprints.

I would guess the Kiuvu mines

in Sierra Leone.

I think these diamonds are new,

and that they've probably been smuggled

from Sierra Leone to another country.

Where they've been provided

with false certificates.

[Bjarne] It is a serial k*ller?

Yeah, I'd start cancelling

those vacations now.

We need all hands on deck.

This couldn't come at a worse time, Harry.

I've never heard

of a convenient serial k*ller, Chief.

[woman] But other things

also point in that direction.

The direction of Eastern Europe.

Eastern Europe?

I have seen

these star-shaped diamonds before.

They were smuggled from former

East Germany and the Czech Republic.

Today a woman has been found m*rder*d

here at ABC's main office.

-Details have yet to be revealed…

-[Maya] Excuse me.

[man] Any new leads?

Is it the Diamond k*ller?

[woman] Can you tell us

anything about the victim?

Hey, I just wanted to apologize.

I was the one who called you earlier.

Maya Ek, from Aftenposten.

I feel like a real f*cking idiot.

Listen, I…

I know a thing or two about addiction.

My little brother…

He's a heroin addict

doing time at Kumla in Sweden.

-So…

-Are you finished?

Yeah.

Good.

[reporter] A few minutes ago,

we received reports of yet another m*rder

of a young woman in Oslo.

The police are working diligently

at Carl Berner Square,

but are refraining from answering

any questions on whether this m*rder

is connected

to the m*rder of Camilla Loen.

Next of kin have already been notified

following today's tragic event.

Witnesses are being interviewed,

though the public is barred

from the crime scene.

Ten days ago, Camilla Loen

was found m*rder*d…

[man] We only sell second-hand stuff.

Just so you know!

It's the police.

Our reporter has interviewed

the twin sister of Lisbeth Barli,

a singer and actress…

[Harry] Any customers today

who might've seemed a bit different?

You notice anything?

Different? [chuckles]

Yeah… Everyone!

Whole country's going down the drain.

Uh, I mean someone

who looked like they were about to…

to k*ll someone.

Yeah…

Everybody's had it cross their mind,

there's people

I've wanted to take off the planet.

Whole world is full of wastes of space.

Nah.

-No one's come in here all day.

-Thanks a lot.

-[reporter talking in the background]

-[door opens]

[door closes]

[radio] For the breaking news,

tune in later this evening

for further updates

on the most recent m*rder case,

following the press conference

scheduled for 9 p.m.

FROM SISSEL: FOUND SOMETHING. CALL ME.

While the rest of the population

is enjoying their summer vacation,

the Oslo police have been under…

-[phone dialing]

-[tense music playing]

-[Sissel] Hey, Harry.

-What do you got for me?

Got a hit on Aker Hospital.

They won't give me any names,

but I got the front desk to admit

they've got a g*nsh*t victim.

Could be connected to the Dearpmis g*ng.

-Room number?

-505. What is this?

Thank you, Sissel.

Don't worry, just keep reading your book

for the next ten minutes. It's all good.

[patient] Who the f*ck are you?

Careful, I'm the one thing standing

between you

and a b*llet between your eyes.

So, you know that g*ng you guys attacked?

They told us

who set that poor kid on fire.

And they can trace you

as long as you have this.

You're bluffing.

If they know who used the flamethrower

they'll know that it wasn't me.

Nah…

Korps doesn't want to k*ll you.

It's your own crew.

When we arrest whoever k*lled that guy,

my story will be that you ratted him out.

And that friendly guard

you have stationed outside your door,

will tell your g*ng that I walked out

of here with a nice big grin on my face.

-Then what do you want?

-I know you've been buying weapons.

So what I need from you

is a "yes" or a "no."

-Did this guy sell you the weapons?

-[man laughs] f*ck that.

We don't snitch.

No, of course not.

Not on one of your own.

Is this the guy?

Yes or no?

[man] Now that we're all here,

we have two new members today.

Faceless, nameless,

and finally, historyless.

As all of us will be once we've been

swallowed by time and forgotten.

[Tom] Three six one.

[man] But we will be remembered

for having strived

to make the life of the flock,

of humanity, a little better.

The leader and I are the only ones

who know the identities

of everyone in this room.

We know that some of you are religious

and some of you are atheists,

but we all share the same conviction

that we, as a group and as individuals,

are responsible for shaping

and maintaining our society.

To make it an orderly heaven

and not an anarchistic hell.

We will build a civilization

for civilized people.

We will break these pathetic, useless laws

so that we may enact

effective laws in their stead…

[man 2] You were supposed

to sell the drugs, not do them!

[man] Laws that actually protect

the citizens of our country.

[man 3] Someone stole them from me.

[man] And thus, we will help this country

find its way back to its former glory.

[man 2] You can't pay?

[man] Because we are the strong…

[man 3] I don't have anything!

[man] …and with that strength,

comes a responsibility.

[man 3] I swear! I've got nothing.

[man 2] You've got one day

to get our money!

You hear me, you junkie?

[man 3] Okay, I'll get it!

I'll get it!

[man screams]

♪ Oh no, there's no escape ♪

♪ No matter how I try ♪

♪ Now I'm stuck on one day ♪

♪ For the rest of my life ♪

♪ You know it's your blood that I bleed ♪

♪ Tell me that there's some way ♪

♪ That I'll get through the night ♪