Foxtrot 0 to Leonardo 03.
Leonardo 03 responding.
We have a report of a car
matching the getaway vehicle from the bank robbery last week.
Blue Ford Taurus, license plate November Victor 34550.
We lost visual contact one minute ago, heading north towards Marienlyst.
Can you get eyes on the vehicle?
Roger that, Foxtrot. We're headed that way.
Thanks.
Hi, Chief.
Where?
Headed east on Marienlyst street from downtown.
Looks like they're picking up speed.
-Hi, Tom. -Where you off to so fast?
Yeah, the nutcase from the bank robbery, they found his car.
I'll… I'll see you later?
I'll call you!
-Harry, wait up! -Attention all units.
Keep an eye out for a blue Ford Taurus,
license plate November Victor 34550.
Bravo 41 responding. It's our case, we're moving out.
There's no point in asking You'll get no reply…
Bravo 42, we're trailing about 500 feet behind him,
near the Majorstua intersection.
I got no reason, it's all too much
You'll always find us…
Out to lunch
Oh, we're so pretty
Slow down! Harry, slow down!
We're vacant
Oh, we're so pretty Oh, so pretty
It's 10.00 a.m. and here's the latest news.
More people are demanding that the police carry firearms
as Oslo now has more illegal weapons than ever before,
and it seems that a gang-related conflict is about to escalate in the suburbs.
And on to other news, the heat wave continues in Oslo.
The temperature reached 88° yesterday.
Ahh!
THE PERSON WITH HIGHEST AUTHORITY…
-Helge? -Yeah?
"Whoever's in charge behind the counter…"
"…will open the vault and put the money in the black bag."
"They have exactly 30 seconds."
"If it takes any longer, the person reading this will be shot."
Okay.
-Twenty-seven, 26… -Yeah. Wait, wait.
-Twenty seconds, Helge! -Hold on, I'm trying!
Seventeen…
The one with the green tape, Helge!
Okay, got it, hold on.
Seven, five…
Which one is it?
-Two, Helge! -Yeah! Yeah, hang on, I have to…
I have to open it… Just wait, I have to open the…
-Two, Helge! -Yeah, hang on, I have to…
Here. Take it.
You took six seconds too long.
Harry?
-What the hell are you doing in there? -I'm working, Chief.
Harry, that bank robbery happened more than five years ago.
Yeah, so?
Well, there's no point in anyone reopening that case, especially not you.
Okay.
Ellen? I need someone socially competent.
Where are you going? The biometrics expert is here.
The one on loan from forensics in Stockholm.
You were supposed to handle that.
-Was I? -I told you, remember?
Yeah, I thought you were messing with me. 'Cause I don't have--
People skills? Leadership capabilities? A heart?
-Can you please… -Yeah?
…act normal for once?
Try to be sociable and not make things weird.
-Come on. -Beate?
Harry.
-Lønn. -Hi.
-Beate Lønn. -Harry.
Ellen Gjelten.
So you're Swedish, huh?
-Yeah. -Mmm.
Uh, that's not…
Is that a problem?
No, I don't have anything against Swedes in general.
-Hey. -You're trying to make SWAT team, right?
-Mmm. -Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, you gotta hit 270 out of 300. It's a tough bar to clear.
You mind if I show you something?
-Yeah, go ahead. Yeah. -Okay?
Stand like you were before.
Ah, you look like shit.
Back your right foot up, okay? Widen your stance.
Just lean forward a little bit.
-Relax your shoulders. -Got it.
Relax, man.
Yeah.
All right, control your breathing.
No thoughts, no feelings. Everything else fades away.
Just sink into the target.
Inhale, exhale, fire.
Fire.
Lower your weapon.
You nailed it that time. See?
If you need any more help, give me a call.
POLICE CAPTAIN
That gun right there is a Ceska Zbrojovka.
Pretty rare in Oslo, but yesterday narcotics seized one.
They were doing a raid on the east side and stumbled across it
in a garage owned by this guy, Sverre Olsen.
We knew he was a drug dealer, but also known for weapons trafficking,
and he has two bank robberies on his record.
So now you think Olsen is the bank robber?
Well, no one had ever heard of a Ceska in Oslo until that bank got hit.
So I'd say either it was Olsen,
or he sold that Ceska and he knows who the robber is.
Yeah.
Guess we have to find Olsen then.
But didn't you say you need people skills to solve this?
Right.
Look…
Right there.
He gets her to talk, so we can't ID him on the voice analysis.
See that? Look at her reaction. What is he saying?
My guess is the robber's threatening her with the gun,
saying he'll shoot her, and she's in shock.
I mean, it makes no sense though.
He had the money, he could have walked away--
Twelve years in prison instead of 21.
-How about you? -Whoever wrote the report
was convinced that he wanted to show he was willing to kill civilians.
That way police units in the area wouldn't respond right away,
they'd have to wait for SWAT teams to deploy.
So you read the report?
Then you probably know that…
that during the chase afterwards, one of our cars…
crashed.
Yeah. Coordinate with narcotics, I'll go check Sverre Olsen's garage.
All right, but weren't you gonna give--
Yep.
Hey.
Why don't you take the elevator? It's boiling outside.
I just fucking love stairs.
Hey, guys.
Hole just ran downstairs. It's 90 degrees outside.
Is something going on?
Word is he got some kinda lead on Sverre Olsen
after the weapons seizure yesterday.
Wait, what the fuck is he getting involved for?
-Narcotics deals with that, right? -Fuck if I know. Ask him.
So close! Just never give up, boys.
What you doin' there up atop my roof
Creepin' cross them shingles?
Hey!
You 'bout scared me Half to death, girl
What's your name Ruthie Lingle, yeah?
-Hey, you. -Hi, handsome.
I saw you called.
Yeah, so, I've got an appointment with the therapist today,
so I'll be late for dinner with you and Oleg.
All right.
Don't worry about it.
When will we see you?
Start without me, and…
I'll be there later.
Yeah, that works for us.
But could you get a bottle of wine at some point?
Uh, sure.
Uh, if you're okay with it.
Yeah, it'll be…
an exercise in self-control.
Thanks.
I love you, Harry.
Mmm.
Do you love me back?
See you.
See ya.
Is he here?
Sverre?
Yeah.
Where else would you find him?
The other place, I guess? I don't know.
Where's that exactly?
Fucking cops are here again.
Stop the car!
Hey, asshole, stop it.
Stop or you're dead!
-Now where's Sverre Olsen's other hideout? -Wait.
Stay quiet, Roy.
Cops can't carry guns. He can't fucking threaten you.
I got this, okay?
No one's saying shit.
Three hundred?
That's enough for an extra quarter gram.
-He's not allowed to bribe us either. -No.
Fine then.
-Five hundred? -Can't you fucking hear? Huh?
Yo, dude!
We want double.
Look, all I've got on me is 800.
Sverre Olsen.
Yeah, right. No way.
Schou's Square, under the bridge.
Hey, what the hell?
You're right, giving you cash would be illegal.
And I told my girlfriend I'd buy some wine.
Hey, man. Looking for someone?
-Sverre. -He's not here today.
But I have some really good shit, man.
No, thanks. That's all right, I'm good.
He's looking for me. What do I do?
We have a cabin up in Nordmarka. I'll send you the location.
Look, man, I need some money.
They took my guns.
We'll cover the cost of the weapons. You just stay at that cabin,
and don't talk to anyone until we can get you out of the country.
After that, we might use you as a courier when we need more muscle.
Muscle?
-Fuck, we're going to war now? -Yeah.
And who are we fighting?
We're fighting people like you.
Fusiform gyrus.
That's the little part of the brain that does facial recognition.
-And you've had it your whole life, huh? -Yeah.
Technically, all of us have a fusiform gyrus.
It's in your brain.
But mine's always been a little more advanced.
You're telling me that you literally can recall
all the faces registered in the Swedish database.
Right. And the Norwegian one.
They sent it to me before, so I was able to flip through, and…
That list has to be thousands of faces, huh?
It's a little freaky…
I know.
Not at all.
So what's it like working with Harry Hole?
Harry.
I mean…
Might as well tell you everything, there's so many different rumors.
For instance, he was drunk and he got in a car accident that killed his partner.
He carries a bottle of whiskey in his pocket to prove to himself
that he's actually done drinking for good.
But Harry's one of the best.
He can be a little awkward in social situations.
Not much emotional intelligence.
He's never been interested in ass-kissing like somebody over there.
Hey, Beate.
-Hey! -I heard something about you joining us.
-How crazy that we both wound up here. -Totally.
Oh, so you guys know each other, then? Look at that.
Yeah, we've met.
-So, this your first day? -Mmm-hmm.
Oof.
It's always a little nervous on your first day of school, right?
Hey, by the way, I heard you and Harry are doing some work on Sverre Olsen?
We're looking at him, yeah. Why, Tom?
Just let me know if you need any help.
-Thanks, I'll tell Harry. -Okay.
-Mmm-hmm. -Well, I'll see you around.
So how do you know him?
He was my teacher at the police academy.
But that's all ancient history.
You okay?
Yeah. Yep.
But I should probably get back to my desk.
-Okay. See ya. -All right, bye.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Come Saturday night I was slick as a panther, just watch me
You're welcome to look, but I'll buy it Off your hands if you touch me
Look, even if I could buy this…
it's not worth as much as I bet you're hoping.
But it's a diamond.
Yeah, a mediocre one at that.
The red coloration is a sign of uncrystallized carbon,
which has an effect on the overall clarity.
-How much is it worth? -Well…
I'm guessing you don't have a certificate for it, am I right?
Yeah, I'm not surprised.
So it's a blood diamond, then?
Look, are you buying it or not?
No, like I said, I can't.
STÅLE AUNE PSYCHOLOGIST
Hi, my name is Harry, and I'm an alcoholic.
And that was so difficult for you to say that eventually
you just stopped going to AA?
It works for some folks, but, um…
-You'd rather come here. -Mmm-hmm.
-How many years have we worked together? -Yes, but why now, though?
You haven't had a drink in a while, right?
Yeah…
There's a woman now.
I knew it.
Mmm-hmm.
I knew you'd never buy yourself such an expensive bottle of wine!
I mean, I hardly recognized you when you walked in the door, Harry.
I thought, "Wow, he looks like a perfectly normal, well-adjusted guy."
Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, I'd rather be safe than sorry with this.
I don't want to fuck it up.
Yeah.
Listen, I heard you're looking into that old case,
reviewing all the video evidence from the bank that got knocked over.
Yeah.
Is it possible you're thinking that if you solved the case quicker,
there would be no crash and you'd be in a different place now?
And maybe Lars would still be alive today?
It's been five years, Harry.
You have to move on.
I don't get what that has to do with me dating someone.
Well, you're saying you don't want to fuck it up.
And what always fucks things up in the end?
Your own self-loathing.
Mmm. You think that's why I drink?
What do you think, Harry?
I drink 'cause I'm thirsty.
And I'm always thirsty.
It's been two years, three months, and seven days since I…
last had a drink, but I was shaking when I stopped by the store to buy this.
You came to me 'cause you think I have an answer for you?
Not really. I came so I could…
hear myself say what I just said out loud. Isn't that what you're here for?
Okay. That's a big relief.
Mmm.
Well, Mr. Hole, you have five minutes left,
so if you'd like to unburden yourself or share anything else…
-Hi! -Hi.
How are you? Got the wine?
-Thanks. -Hi.
Hey, Oleg.
Oleg, say hello.
-Well. -I hope that it's…
Sure, yeah. I'll drink this.
-What's that old game again, Mom? -Pong? Was it that, or Tetris?
Yeah, Tetris.
I told him that your record was 17,559 points.
Already crushed it. I got 18,000.
Yeah, I'll be back, little man.
We'll see about that, old man.
Oh, God.
So how's it going?
None of our informants know where he is.
So I asked narcotics to send some surveillance footage from the garage
just to see if I could recognize anybody, but the quality's too low.
He's got a rap sheet.
Drug arrest.
Kvinsvik, I think.
Same with him. Busted for drug possession.
Okay.
So these guys are buying.
They're in there for, like, one or two minutes at the most.
Which means they most likely have no idea where Sverre Olsen is.
Now this guy, he's in there for almost a half hour.
So I'd say he knows something.
No, I'm sure he doesn't.
-And why not? -'Cause he would have told us.
You don't recognize him?
Trust me, he was worse with my last boyfriend.
The guy buys my son this nice Rosenborg jersey,
'cause that was the team Oleg loved,
but after that he started supporting their rival.
He's not having an easy time making friends, and…
he's been worried he might lose me.
Well, he's under no obligation to accept me, right?
If you and I are…
Yeah? Go on.
If you and I are going to continue this…
Mmm-hmm?
…it's best for Oleg to make up his own mind about who I am to him.
Okay?
Okay.
You know what all the ladies at police headquarters always said about you?
No. I probably don't want to know either.
They said, "Don't get excited, 'cause no one can have all of Harry Hole,
Rakel."
"He needs to feel free or he'll run."
-So-- -So that's not gonna work with us.
I want the whole thing.
There's no point otherwise.
So if that's a problem, go ahead, please run away.
-I just have to… -Mmm-hmm.
Hang on. Talk to me.
Yeah.
Okay, got it. Yeah. Yeah, I'm on my way now.
Beate Lønn just identified Tom Waaler on the surveillance footage
narcotics got from Sverre Olsen's garage.
So what's Waaler's story?
I don't know! He's not at work and he's not picking up his phone.
Right, um…
I'll pick you up. We'll go to his place.
How certain was she that it was him?
70%.
Okay.
I know, she's pretty specific.
-Hello? -It's Harry Hole and Ellen Gjelten.
Can we come in for a sec?
Is it important? I'm a little busy right now.
It'll take five minutes.
Okay, I'll call you.
Hi.
-Not too shabby for a police salary. -Yeah, I got a nice little inheritance.
So, what's up?
You've been in contact with Sverre Olsen.
Sverre Olsen? But that's narcotics, right?
I know. You're right.
Then why haven't you told us about this?
Huh.
What's this?
It's you.
-What? -Mmm.
-Our analysis says this is you. -What analysis?
Why were you there? And why have you been keeping it secret?
Are you out of your mind?
It's not you, that's what you're saying?
You're gonna come in here and accuse a colleague
after running that shitty fucking picture
through a program that 90% of the time is wrong?
We didn't run these through a software program, Tom.
Okay, well…
Did Beate Lønn convince you guys that she sees things other people don't?
Beate Lønn does see things that most of us don't.
You should know that Beate and I had a relationship
that didn't really end the way she wanted.
Uh-huh.
And that's why Beate's lying, is that what you're saying?
She has before.
So if we looked into your location at the time stamp of that footage, you were…
I'm either here or at work.
-That's where I'm at. -Uh-huh.
Did Lucas go on vacation or something?
I don't know.
-Is that guy coming back? -He does have a name, Oleg.
I don't know.
I guess… it depends when he gets off work.
He have his own key?
No, honey.
I don't want that guy staying over. He should stay at home tonight.
Okay.
Oleg?
I hear you.
Thank you.
It has to be Waaler in this picture.
Look, I'm not saying that Beate Lønn is lying, but 70%?
That's two out of three.
And obviously it would make sense
if he popped into her head since they have a history.
I just…
I'm inclined to believe Lønn before I trust Tom Waaler.
How'd it go with the therapist, by the way?
Aune thinks that I have real issues with commitment.
-Oh, that's his diagnosis? -Yeah.
He said he thinks it's…
all because my mom died when I was a kid, and…
my first girlfriend killed herself, and, um…
yeah, that car crash.
So, yeah, I guess that's why I'd rather just be alone.
Then I can numb myself.
Psychobabble.
Oh, Jesus Christ. The hits keep coming, don't they?
That's love for you. Really fuckin' sucks.
It makes you feel like we can't stop what's coming
and we're headed straight to hell,
so you walk around just hoping a disaster is gonna happen any minute,
so you can get it over with already!
It didn't work out?
He was a giant asshole, just like you said.
-And, yeah, I'm okay, I'm just… -What did you do?
Throw another chair?
I didn't this time, actually. That's the thing.
Even though it would've been completely justified.
Thank God humans were made to survive almost anything.
Despite it all. We all fucking have to carry on.
No, we don't.
We just fall apart a little slower or a little quicker.
Ugh.
You're so broken, Harry.
By Sunday, you gotta do something that shows Rakel Fauke that you love her
at least three times, it isn't that hard, okay? Can you do that?
Enjoy rehearsal.
-Yeah, I love you too. See ya. -Goodbye!
Three loving things, Hole! Three things!
Walkin' through The streets of SoHo in the rain
He was lookin' for the place Called Lee Ho Fook's
INVESTIGATION REPORT BANK ROBBERY AT MAJORSTUA
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo
Ah-hoo…
Hi. Allow me to introduce myself.
I am the form you hoped didn't exist.
I am the one who crawls out from underneath the bed
when you've fallen asleep.
The one who sits on your chest,
puts the bit in your mouth… and rides you.
Rides you all the way to hell.
Hi, boss. What is it?
Yeah, hey, Boris. I just need like a quarter or two.
Can't you just take some from your own stash?
They raided the garage.
-Didn't you hear? -Shit!
-Where am I gonna get product from now? -It's all good. Don't worry.
I'll be back soon, dude, so you don't need to get a new supplier.
I'll send you a location.
-Get here as soon as you can. -Yeah, okay.
And don't tell anyone where I am.
-Got it? -What the fuck?
It's in the middle of the woods!
-Do you have the cash? -I'll have to pay you a little later.
Nah.
No?
Hey, you taught me not to take IOUs. Call me when you've got the cash.
Boris? No! Boris…
Motherfucker!
-Thanks for coming. -Yeah, sure.
No, it's just that I know this isn't exactly…
your thing.
What?
A little park outing…
It does not get better than this.
Well, we're glad you're here.
Ice cream, anyone?
-That a yes? -Yeah.
-I'll take care of it. -It's all right, I got it.
It won't take long.
And you guys can try to actually talk to each other.
That's what people do.
His name's Boris Koupich.
Sorry, but all we've got on him at narcotics
is that he's trafficked drugs for Sverre Olsen before.
I'm sending you a picture of him now, so you can see what he looks like.
Hey, you owe me for this.
Plus the money for the new upholstery on that chair you smashed.
Boris Koupich? Where's Sverre Olsen?
Stop!
Tell me where he is!
What did my mom mean when she said it's not your thing?
Too much sun and too much noise.
And too big a crowd.
Have you tried the diving board yet?
Heights aren't my thing.
Huh.
You freeze?
Huh?
Once you've decided to jump, that you're up there on the edge,
you can't move, right?
Why're you asking me that?
Well, 'cause I froze once.
On the diving board?
Nah.
No, not exactly.
Yeah, my little sister was in trouble.
Trouble?
I was twelve, something like that.
We were taking the elevator.
Her hair got stuck in the space right between the wall
and the elevator before it got going.
You froze after that?
Yeah.
Was she hurt bad?
It could've been worse.
Patch of her hair tore off.
She bled a little, but she healed up.
And you?
I can't take elevators.
Really? You still can't?
No.
Listen.
If you go off the diving board today…
I'll take the elevator to the tenth floor.
Not a chance.
-Yeah, talk to me. -I know where Sverre Olsen is.
And now I even have a location on my phone.
It's a remote cabin up in Nordmarka.
So, you coming?
Um, yeah, hold on, I…
Wait, are you at the pool? You're a family man today?
-Yeah, but hang on, I'll talk to-- -No, don't even think about it, Harry.
Seize this opportunity!
At least one of us has a chance to be happy.
You hear me? I'll check out the location.
All right, fine.
Hey, listen, don't do anything.
-It's not-- -I won't engage. No arrests.
I'm just going to see if Boris is telling the truth.
And if Olsen's there, I'll be sure to call the boys who get to carry guns.
Yeah. Call Delta, and then call me.
Yep. I'll talk to you later.
All right.
-Here. -Thanks.
So… what did you talk about?
The weather.
The weather?
-'Cause it's so fucking nice. -Oleg.
Sorry.
But it is fucking nice.
Olsen?
I need money.
Or I'll tell them everything.
Tell who?
The police, obviously.
And you think they'll give you money?
Yeah, I don't know.
But they might get me a better sentence, reduce it a few months.
Either way, I could do it.
You'd be shit out of luck.
It's a minimum of four years for running guns.
With everything else I know.
All right, I'll think about it, Olsen.
I don't want to be called a wuss for the rest of my life.
Don't worry, you'll do it by the end of the summer.
He can do a ten-meter-high dive by the end of summer, right?
No, I doubt it.
I'm sorry, what?
Well, maybe the five meter, yeah, but not the ten.
And why not?
Because it's tall.
-Okay. -You done a ten-meter-high dive?
No, I haven't.
I've done the seven-meter death dive.
-It's true. -Hang on.
When?
Hey.
Uh, when I was about your age.
I snuck into the pool after they closed.
Why'd you sneak in?
Because then no one would be watching if I chickened out.
No, it's fine. It's fine.
Okay.
Hey, that was Eric.
He's working on a contract right now and he needs help with it.
It's gotta be in by Monday. I have to take care of this.
Is that okay?
-Sure. -You guys can find something to do.
-Yeah, we'll figure it out. -Are you sure?
Yeah, I can handle it.
Thanks.
Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you
Happy birthday, dear Ivar Happy birthday to you
You know he just offered me the Deputy Chief of Police, right?
Wow! Congrats.
I'll be recommending you for Detective Chief Superintendent.
Me?
Yes, it's an open seat.
-That's right, Chief Superintendent. -There he is! Commissioner.
-Enjoy yourselves. -Happy birthday.
-Hey. -Hi.
-Hello. -Hi.
Anyway.
So is there anybody in your division
that could be a candidate to take your chair?
Sure.
Ellen Gjelten is an excellent leader.
She's great with people, she has a lot of guts,
and she always thinks outside of the box.
But?
Tom Waaler is the most ambitious.
And he has the highest case clearance rate after Hole.
Go on, tell me more.
Well, narcotics originally borrowed him from Interpol in Brussels,
but I think he likes it here.
Then he took the authorization course at the police academy.
After that, he transferred over to us.
He's clever, tough, knows the system, knows how to work it from the inside.
Interesting. You're not considering Harry Hole?
Uh…
No, listen, I love the guy. Nothing against him. I mean…
I just think we should keep him where he is.
The thing is, he doesn't always follow the rules.
Are you sure we won't get caught?
No, we won't.
Just step up here.
Oh, fuck.
I thought I saw this Lotus parked at police HQ.
Organized Crime. Isaksson, right?
You never forget a face.
-Yeah. -What are you doing out here?
Uh… Anonymous tip came in.
We're looking for someone and we think he's in a cabin up there.
Oh! You need some help? I know the area. Run here all the time.
Nah, we're pretty much just checking a box.
-I mean, it's an obvious place to hide. -Okay.
Nice tights.
Thanks.
Okay!
See you around!
Okay.
Seven meters feels…
higher than you'd think.
You're sure it's deep enough in there?
Only one way to find out.
It's deep enough.
Yes!
-Mine was way better than yours! -No way.
The point is to make the biggest splash. So I win.
Unless you want to jump from the ten, but let's save that for next year.
Okay…
Okay.
It's the Prince.
Hi, Sverre.
Got a coffee for me?
Delta, Sørensen speaking.
Hello?
Hope you have something for me.
Yep, I sure do.
Sverre, give me your hand.
There we go. Okay.
Alright. And…
Hi, this is Harry. Talk to me.
Should I do it?
Well, uh…
I don't want to lose my title to a kid.
I'll give you 50 kroner
if you agree to postpone this dive till next year.
-A hundred. -No way.
I'm on a cop's salary.
Hey, I'm gonna turn around in three seconds.
And you know it doesn't count if there's no witness.
Three.
Two.
One.
Take the L.
Time for the elevator, right?
Yeah, a deal is a deal.
-You're the witness? -Of course. Wouldn't miss it.
Talk to me.
Hey, you. We're finished here. What are you guys up to?
-Uh, we're fishing. -Okay.
-I won't be long. -Okay, we're almost done.
-You did amazing work. -Oh, yeah?
-You're so damn good. -Thank you.
So sorry for ruining your Saturday with this, Rakel.
-Can I buy you a drink to make up for it? -No, that's fine, really.
-We'll do it some other time. -Rain check, then.
Come on.
Get off me!
Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten. I'm not here, leave a message.
Okay…
What band is this?
It's the Ramones.
"I Wanna Be Sedated."
-Ever heard it? -Nope.
Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten. I'm not here…
What do we tell my mom?
Um…
That we didn't catch any fish.
That's a lie, though.
Really?
Did you catch a fish?
No.
Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten. I'm not here…
No, no, no, no, no…
Tom? Tom, what are you doing?
Ahh! Ow, ow, ow!
Ahh!
Tom, what are you doing? What the hell, man?
Talk to me!
What the fuck were you doing in the woods, Ellen?
Fuck!
-Thanks, Harry. -Yeah. Any time, man.
-Hey, Mom. -Hey!
-You guys have fun? Yeah? -Yeah.
-Yeah? -Hey, Chief, it's me.
So, listen, I've been trying to get a hold of Ellen. And she's…
alone on a patrol and I have feeling she might be in danger.
I need to find out where she is.
-She's alone? What the fuck, Harry? -I know it's my responsibility.
But we have to track her phone. Can you authorize it?
Are you worried?
Always worried, Chief.
I'll take care of it.
Tom, you haven't crossed the line.
I won't talk.
Tom, listen to me.
I won't say a word, okay?
He'll be dead. We're fine. He'll bleed out. We can blame him.
-We're friends. -Yeah?
This isn't you. I know it's not. You're a good man.
I know you are.
-I won't tell anybody, I swear. -I don't want to do this.
But it's okay, you haven't done anything yet.
Tom, you haven't done it yet.
-I'm really sorry. -It's fine. No, please. No, I'm not…
He won't say anything. I won't.
Ellen.
God damn it.
Hey. Hey.
Come on, let's see. Okay.
Now you get to shoot. Okay, here.
Here, hold it.
-Like this. -No!
Sverre?
You're gonna aim the gun at Ellen.
-And you're gonna shoot. -I can't!
-Okay, let's aim. -No.
A little higher. Right there.
And now fire.
Pull the trigger.
-One, two, three. -I can't.
Can't you just do it?
Here. Try again.
-Just do it yourself. -Now.
I want to trust you, pull the trigger.
-Okay? -Okay.
Here we go.
One, two…
Nice.
Police emergency number.
Yeah, hello?
This is Captain Tom Waaler.
We've got an officer down. Perpetrator too.
I had to shoot him in self-defense. I had no choice.
I'm in a cabin north of the city, out in Nordmarka.
Sending coordinates now.
We're gonna need paramedics and the forensics team.
Hi, Harry.
-What's Waaler doing here? -He was first on the scene.
What? You have to get him out of here!
The perp's dead. There's a fresh body in there.
-Trust me, don't go inside. -You've gotta get him out of there!
Don't go in there, Harry. Leave it alone, all right?
Harry!
So sorry, Harry.
I was too late.
I stepped in to an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not This hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hill
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn, learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down for your goal
The cripple here That you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the center
The center of the world
Open your eyes. The pattern is simple.
A red guiding star.
A five-pointed devil's cross will show you the way.
I know this has to be hard for you after losing Ellen like that,
but life goes on, Harry, I can't cover for you any longer.
If I give you the authority to investigate Waaler,
you'll be doing it on your own.
We just got another murder. I need you over there right now, sober.
It's the police.
Lisbeth has gone missing.
The premiere is in eleven days.
You haven't gotten closer to solving the case?
We have our best detectives working day and night.
Yeah, so this is for us. He wants to get our attention.
But at the same time, he doesn't give us anything solid.
I ain't no angel…
How about if I agree to come on board on that project of yours?
You'll execute a mission alone without asking any questions.
You'd need to burn a few bridges.
That's what we do. We take out the trash.
Come. I'll lead you through it.
They call me devil
My heart is empty
They call me devil
Just try and tempt me
I'll steal your soul I'll eat you whole
Ain't no other way
They call me devil
And you should be afraid
I'll tell you lies
I'll crawl inside your mind
Grab hold of your eyes
I will make you mine
And I'm gonna take my time
They call me devil
My heart is empty
They call me devil
Just try and tempt me
I'll steal your soul