This morning, police released further information
on Sverre Olsen, who murdered Ellen Gjelten in cold blood two weeks ago.
The deceased Olsen was the main suspect in an ongoing investigation
regarding the importation of illegal firearms into Norway.
Agnes Sjølid, Oslo's Chief of Police,
says they will continue working tirelessly on uncovering the cr--
What's that?
Pork chops.
What's wrong now?
Chapter Eleven.
Leviticus.
Pig's blood is unclean.
Is that so fucking hard to remember?
You're sweaty.
I won't have time to work out tonight, so I went for a bike ride up to Sognsvann.
Yeah?
What are those lumps in there?
I don't know, the pot's clean. Or it should be.
Ugh.
What's it taste like?
Like iron.
What the…
It's Camilla's.
Must be flooding or something.
Uh…
I don't think you want to be here right now.
Uh…
Don't pretend like it's the first time. I've seen this before.
I won't go through it again.
Do you remember our conversation?
If this happened again, it was over.
I guess you should get going, right?
Isn't that what you do best?
Huh?
Talk to me.
We just got another murder. I need you over there right now.
I know this has to be hard for you after losing Ellen like that.
It was hard for all of us, but life goes on, Harry.
I can't cover for you any longer.
This is your job. I need you to come back to work.
And I need you sober.
This will never end 'cause I want more
More, give me more, give me more
Fifth floor.
More, give me more, give me more
You lose a fight?
If I had a voice, I would sing
After the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings
You got any idea when…
Forensics are on their way, but…
we can see her body's not cold or stiff--
Around five o'clock.
Why five?
Because her body wasn't moved there.
That means she was killed on her way into the shower.
Her body's blocking the drain.
Janitor said that the shower was on at full blast.
It's a tiny bathroom.
It wouldn't take long for the water to overflow.
The downstairs neighbor noticed the leak at exactly 5:20.
Right. It's been an hour.
And you've been here for 30 minutes, right?
-Good work, everyone. -Well, not everyone.
I'm gonna go talk to the building manager, get the power back on.
I know, she's already started to smell. It's from the heat and moisture.
No, that's not it. I've gotten used to that.
What are you thinking?
As you can see, the skin is burned surrounding the entry wound.
And also the blood is black and congealed.
Discoloration doesn't suggest direct contact, but still close range.
Yeah, I agree.
-You got optics? -Yep.
You okay?
I just need air.
Hole…
Thirsty, huh?
Waiting on your report.
Stand by.
The asymmetry in the sooting suggests the shooter was taller than her.
He had to aim down at an angle. The graduated burns,
no exit wound, it's a short-barreled weapon.
Yeah. A pistol.
No other signs of violence.
Some slight swelling in the right eye socket.
Used a wire cutter or one hell of a sharp knife.
Found the finger yet?
-No. -The weapon?
No, not yet.
Ah…
That's a lot of blood.
Her hand is in the water, so it didn't coagulate.
It still seems like a lot from one severed finger?
Mmm-hmm. That can only mean one thing.
That the killer cut her finger off while she was still alive.
Yeah. Exactly.
He wanted her to be found. That's why he left the shower running.
-Boyfriend? -I don't think so.
Hmm, a lover?
A lover? We don't exactly stand outside her door and listen, okay?
Uh…
But do you think a lover could've killed Camilla?
I don't think anything.
I get you're doing your best, I do, but for the residents here,
it's important for us to know if this is a personal crime…
or if we have some psycho going around murdering people.
Vibeke here, she's anxious. Don't pretend.
I've been trying to reduce her anxiety lately, but anxiety…
is a person's fear in the face of freedom.
And that realization that human beings can do anything they want,
that's what really frightens them.
Heidegger.
Sartre?
Kierkegaard? No?
I guess they don't teach much philosophy at the police academy.
-I'm not anxious. -Shh!
Sorry.
It could very well be a psycho running through your building.
But statistically it's more likely that it's some guy that she already knew,
like a lover she rejected.
Do you think Camilla--
I'm sorry, but this is completely insane.
You walk in here, you sit us down,
and tell us that your conclusion is that you don't know anything about her.
That's right, I know nothing about Camilla Loen.
Right, so why share your theory then?
It's based off of a hundred years of statistics, and, frankly, you asked.
If you're done asking me questions, I'd like to finish asking mine.
Good.
Have you seen anyone else in her house when she's not there?
You're saying whoever did this got inside her house? They had keys?
Anybody you can think of?
Well? Any ideas?
Not really.
All right, we'll be calling you in later for further questions anyway,
so thank you for your time.
Um…
-Which one of you called the police? -It was me.
But you phoned it in before you even knew that she was hurt.
How'd you know?
Oh, well…
After Anders said the pot had stuff in it that looked like eggs.
He tried it and said it tasted like iron.
I used to be a chef.
Both eggs and blood coagulate when you cook them,
so unless Camilla had cracked a whole bucket of eggs up there,
it could only be one thing.
Bon appétit.
Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten. I'm not here, leave a message.
Hi, Ellen. It's me.
I… I don't know what to say..
There's no one else I can talk to.
I'm going after Waaler. I know he was the one that killed you.
I'm going to take him down.
I promise.
How long?
Since the day before the cabin murders.
You've waited to report this. Why?
I've…
…been somewhat…
distracted.
You know, Møller thinks I'm blind.
I know he's been covering for you for a while.
I don't know if he's doing it 'cause you're his best detective,
or if it's more that he has a soft spot for stray dogs,
and I don't care.
I won't do that, Hole.
All right.
Okay.
Right, go on.
When narcotics was staked outside Sverre Olsen's garage,
they took that photo of Tom Waaler going in.
They didn't realize it was him, the picture is too blurry, but…
when Beate Lønn, she's a so-called "super recognizer,"
saw that image, she identified the guy as Tom Waaler.
This picture?
Yes, with 70% certainty.
When Ellen and I confronted Waaler with the picture, he said he wasn't there.
He brushed it off. Claimed he was home alone when it was taken.
I've done a background check with the police station in Stockholm
and with Interpol.
They had nothing bad to report regarding Tom Waaler while he was there.
Do you have any hard evidence proving he wasn't home then?
He found them by chance. It's very convenient.
Waaler arrived out of the blue
at the cabin where the suspect Sverre Olsen's hiding,
and where Olsen and Ellen Gjelten are killed?
Is that all you've got?
A coincidence?
Say that picture really is Tom Waaler.
He got paranoid,
so he went to kill Sverre Olsen so he couldn't testify.
Ellen was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.
She called my phone five times.
Forensics found evidence of an altercation around 300 feet away from the cabin.
A DNA match for Ellen, but nothing from Olsen.
Her phone was turned off before she died.
The phone is still missing.
He beat and tortured her
in order for it to look like it was a fight between her and Olsen.
That's Tom Waaler.
Hole, this is the moment where I should toss you out of my office.
Not just because you don't have a case.
You do realize that this is an extremely serious accusation
against one of your own colleagues?
If I give you the authority to investigate Waaler,
it'll be on my head if you're wrong.
I'm sure you understand.
The same goes if I'm right.
But on the other hand,
it is also very important to me to leave no stone unturned.
So if your plan is to continue pursuing this theory of yours,
you'll be doing it on your own.
You'll report to me.
Only to me.
This meeting never happened.
Are these terms acceptable, Hole?
They're acceptable.
They didn't know it When they turned me loose
I shot the sheriff And I slipped the noose
The law ain't never Been a friend of mine
I would kill again To keep from doing time
You should never ever trust my kind
-Police dispatch central? -This is officer Tom Waaler.
An officer's been killed.
The perpetrator too.
I had to shoot him in self-defense.
I'm a wanted man
I took the pistol And I shot out all the lights
I started running In the middle of the night
The law ain't never Been a friend of mine
I would kill again To keep from doing time
You should never ever trust my kind
I'm a wanted man
I got blood on my hands
Do you understand?
Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten. I'm not here, leave a message.
I haven't found a fucking thing.
Not a fucking thing. He…
He probably knows that I'm…
that I'm watching him.
What the hell am I doing, promising things?
It's like with…
with Rakel.
I can't drag her into this shit.
Right?
You know--
You know that.
I can't promise anything.
I can't… I can't promise…
-Hey, talk to me. -Hey, where the hell are you?
On second thought, I don't want to know.
Harry, I'm calling you to remind you that Ellen's funeral is today.
Did you forget?
No, of course not, Chief.
Got plans today?
I'm gonna go hang with Lucas.
-We're going to the Frogner Baths. -Okay. That's fun.
Yeah.
When's Harry visiting again?
He's really busy right now, so…
Okay.
Call you later. Okay?
-'Kay. -Bye.
You have one new message.
Hi, Bjarne.
I wanted to inform you that Harry Hole was spotted drunk at work
by a fellow officer in the middle of a crime scene.
I trust that you'll handle this.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Motherfucker.
You don't listen, you don't listen
I don't like people that talk non-stop
You don't listen, you don't listen
For the love of God, woman Won't you please shut up?
Has that been logged?
Yeah. Just a minute, I'll get you this one too.
Hello?
POLICE
Hey, what's up?
I'm Tom. You're Rakel's son?
You know my mother?
Yeah, she used to work here when you were a baby.
Uh…
Can I help you?
Yeah, I just wanted to give this to Harry. Just in case.
Okay, so what's it for?
I don't know.
So he can still get in when he gets off work.
In case he's lonely or whatever.
That's really sweet.
But…
Why not give it to Harry yourself?
Come on, I'll take you to him. He'll love it.
There he is. Come on.
Harry!
Harry…
Oleg here's got something for you. Go on, give it to him.
It's okay. Go ahead.
See?
The fuck you looking at, boy?
Huh?
The fuck you looking at, boy?
What the fuck are you looking at?
Hi.
Hey.
Beer, cookies…
and instant coffee.
Having a party?
Yeah…
you could say that.
Look, it's that cop again.
Harry.
I'm afraid I've got some bad news.
Ah, fuck.
Is it cancer?
Nah, I've got a sensitive stomach. Ow. Fuck me.
Slow digestion, I guess.
The idea of slow digestion is bullshit, you know.
Digestion takes anywhere from 12 to 24 hours for everyone,
so your bowels aren't actually backed up.
They're just bad.
I came here to tell you that it's over.
So you're dumping me?
I received a complaint you were intoxicated at work.
I keep putting my neck on the line for you.
I really tried.
Well, no more.
Ah.
I've drawn up your letter of resignation.
It's on Agnes Sjølid's desk.
Only thing missing from it is her signature.
You have no idea how difficult it is to see you this way.
MURDER INVESTIGATION CHIEF
Book of Revelation, chapter 16.
"The third angel poured out his bowl on the rivers and springs of water,
and they turned into blood."
"Come, I will show you the punishment of the great prostitute
lying in the water."
Open your eyes.
It's a simple pattern.
-Hi, Beate. -Harry?
I'm calling you on speaker with the ballistics expert.
We found the murder weapon.
Yeah? Where?
In a trash can not far from her apartment.
You were right. It's a pistol.
Make and number?
Ceska.
Serial number's been scratched off.
And the scratch marks?
The same as everything else we've seized so far.
-But get this, the pathologist found-- -Uh, just take it to Waaler.
I almost forgot, they took me off the case.
Okay.
I mean, I hope that, um…
Waaler can make some sense of the pathologist's findings.
-Yeah. All right. -Take care.
Hang on, f… fuck.
Wait a second.
Okay, fine, tell me.
Remember how one of Camilla Loen's eyelids,
the right one, was all swollen?
Turns out it wasn't swelling.
It was a small red gemstone…
cut into the shape of a star.
What do you think?
That it's not my case.
Good luck.
Look, it's that cop again.
Where's that exactly?
Fuckin' cops are here again.
There's a bullet in my pocket Burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon And the place you were born
There's a bullet in my pocket Burning a hole
You're so far from your weapon And you want to go home
I tried to give you whiskey But it never do work
Suddenly, you're begging me To do so much worse
But I knew it from the get go The bullet was cursed
A little off the sides.
Oh shit, it's you.
I'm glad to see your brain's still working.
What's that?
That's a picture of a man who was leaving Sverre Olsen's garage
just before you got there.
I think you saw him and you could tell that he was a cop.
Could you put down the fucking scissors?
-Okay. -Good.
Don't worry, Roy, I'll make this easy for you.
Now, I'm sure you're probably relieved that…
I'm not some drug lord looking to break your legs,
but I promise you I'm way worse than that.
You're royally fucked.
I can drag you out of here in handcuffs.
Me and my buddies will raid your garden out there.
All those plants you're growing at the back of the greenhouse?
That Mom thinks are flowers.
Your little hobby that she and your father will 100% be arrested for.
All you need to do to prevent it is take a look at those photos.
Be smart now.
Okay?
Uh…
I don't know who it is.
But…
I did see him.
Hmm.
He's a cop, all right.
How'd you know?
The lanyard on his neck.
Like the one you've got.
I mean, man, at least try to hide it.
Huh.
Next picture, please.
That him?
And Roy Kvinsvik is absolutely positive he saw Waaler?
-Yeah. -Good work, Hole.
You know we'll need him to testify.
He refuses to come to the police station,
so I've arranged to meet him at Schrøder today at 11:00.
Hello?
-Who was that? -It's no one.
We need the confirmation in writing.
There he is.
Hole.
This is our Chief Prosecutor Abildsø.
Hi. Harry.
Where's your guy?
Ah.
It seems Roy Kvinsvik changed his mind.
What do you mean he changed his mind?
I've thought about it.
And I only told you it was that guy
because I thought that's what you wanted to hear.
You have nothing on me.
I told my parents about the weed, about everything.
They've already burned all the plants, so…
I won't lie for you.
Are you telling me you did the stereotypical move
of pressuring a witness to give a false statement?
Flank steak or potato dumplings, they're both very good.
I'll say this once. So pay attention, Detective Hole.
I have a zero-tolerance policy when it comes to corrupt officers.
I'm committed to that goal.
I also have no tolerance for unethical and immoral behavior in the department.
The murder of Ellen Gjelten has been solved,
and the case is officially closed.
If you so much as whisper about this case, I'll see it as a direct refusal of orders.
Now, what do you think about that?
I'm thinking dumplings.
I'm going dumplings.
Well, enjoy then.
Fuck.
How's it going?
On a scale from nine to ten? Nine.
Fuck it, I'll have another.
Forensic evidence has provided us with sufficient proof
to conclude that Ellen Gjelten was killed by Sverre Olsen.
The Bureau of Investigation of Police Affairs
has also concluded that the police officer who arrived at the crime scene,
Tom Waaler, was acting in self-defense according to police regulations,
and tried to save a colleague
while risking his own life to do what was right.
Purple pavements
Crooked fingers Knocking on windows without souls
Bodies are swinging
From rooftops and poles
Howling through hollows
Restless nights In one-night cheap hotels
Oh, I'm only drifting
To always come back
And I search for something
Oh, whatever, I don't really care
Driving with their lights off
They can be anywhere
Rolling down their windows
Open car with open mouths
Golden teeth and gold tops…
-Hey. -Hi.
THANK YOU SO MUCH
Open your eyes.
The pattern is simple.
A red guiding star.
A five-pointed devil's cross
will show you the way.
Hello?
What forensic evidence do we have?
Uh, we've collected fingerprints and DNA
from the apartment, but nothing we can pin on the killer yet.
Did you find out where the diamonds came from?
Well, we're still working on it, but…
they're most likely not from a Norwegian jeweler.
So it could be that the killer is foreign.
Yeah, okay. Thanks.
You know, last time you told me this wasn't your case anymore.
Yeah, it's not.
I had a dream about Camilla Loen and the diamond that you found.
Did you know that thousands of years ago,
they would put coins over the eyes of the dead
so that their souls could reach the afterlife and not just hang around?
Yeah, I did know that, but I believe in science.
I don't believe in ghosts or any of that stuff.
When are you coming back?
Hmm.
I thought you didn't believe in ghosts.
Good night, Harry.
Good night.
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's always cold when she's away
I wonder this time where she's gone
I wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Any time she goes away
And I know
Yeah, I know
I will leave your things alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone
When she's gone
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone And this house just ain't my home nd?