Uh, Wulf?
I saw the neighbors had an alibi, but there was nothing about the janitor.
He also has a key to Camilla's unit. Can you check that out?
You think it was him?
No.
Okay. Right away, Mr. Hole.
I'll call you.
Is this the one…
Camilla was shot with?
Yeah, we're pretty sure about that.
We just have to double check, 'cause it's difficult to know
with point-blank shots to the cranium like this.
Yeah.
It was the same thing with Ellen, so…
What makes someone
hold a loaded pistol to a defenseless woman's head and just pull the trigger?
Fucked if I know.
Usual stuff, I guess.
Hate.
Love.
Madness.
What do you think?
Silence.
He wanted to silence those goddamn voices.
Just guessing.
Um…
Hey, um,
that diamond that was found in Camilla's eye.
What are you thinking?
Well, I'm thinking it's a diamond.
Anyway, it's all there in the report, so…
Yeah, but I want to know if you have anything that didn't make the report.
Uh, well…
Yeah, actually there might be something.
Step into my office.
There was something carved into…
the beam right above the bed that looked off to me.
Yeah, and it looks like a kid carved it, not a girl in her twenties.
Okay.
Okay, but, um…
the diamond there…
that was for us.
What do you mean?
Well, he left the water running
to wash away everything he didn't want us to find,
but he wanted us to find that.
And then there was the…
Yeah, the finger, right? But that was more like, uh…
Well, a trophy.
It sounds like you think this guy could end up…
killing again.
Why would I think that?
You studied serial killers during your time in America, so…
you see a pattern in one place…
Then you start to see it everywhere else, right?
No.
Doesn't fit here.
Why not?
Kind of a special case, right?
Yeah, but serial killers are, um…
like white whales.
They're very rare.
Hmm.
Is a small part of you hoping this is a white whale?
Just curious.
There's…
There's no white whale.
-Really? -I don't want there to be one either.
But this guy's telling us something.
I don't like this.
I know it's not ideal, but with Olsen out of the picture,
you need to handle the weapon sales.
We just raided it, though.
Exactly, that means it'll be the last place they look.
We get the two biggest gangs in Oslo to go to war,
they kill each other, and do our jobs for us.
Give Dearpmis and Korps automatic rifles,
that way the cops will be allowed to bring their own firepower to the party.
Okay. It's a plan.
Wait here for a sec.
You have the money?
Not until you show me the goods.
Odin.
Are you a cop?
I smell pig all over you.
Goods are inside.
Let's have a look.
Looks about right?
Now we're talking.
Word on the street is that Korps…
recently got ahold of automatic weapons.
-What do you know about that? -Curious motherfucker, aren't you?
-Yeah. -You want the guns or not?
-When's the next delivery? -Next week.
Here.
Did you have to pick a place where a bunch of guys
have put their dicks through fucking glory holes?
Yeah, I did, actually.
This is perfect.
The Korps won't get their automatic weapons until tomorrow.
So this is your chance to clean up the competition.
Must be the season of the witch…
Yeah, Prince?
Yeah, trap is set.
Okay. Nice work.
We have to find another method here. I'm too exposed like this.
Next week's delivery's eight times bigger. I can't risk it.
-Someone else has to do it. -Do you have someone in mind?
Yeah, I have an idea, but…
it might take a little convincing.
-Hi. -Hey.
Why don't you walk with me? I have to jump into a meeting.
Oh, okay.
Listen, I feel like I should tell you
that if Haugen and Vik weren't on summer vacation right now…
I wouldn't have given this case to you since you're brand new.
Okay.
But the Camilla Loen murder is currently our biggest case,
and you said you wanted to be on crime.
I do.
So what do you think?
Well, we have all the right ingredients.
It's been four days.
All the police have is the gun they found in the trash
that turned out to be the murder weapon.
There's nobody strange hanging around the building.
Only one neighbor says they might have heard something like a gunshot.
-Mmm-hmm. -No signs of armed robbery.
So the police think she let the perpetrator inside herself,
but her whole friend group's pretty much been ruled out.
And everybody's alibis make sense.
Okay.
Maya Ek, don't let me down.
Keep us posted 24/7.
Yeah, absolutely.
Good.
See ya.
Any suspects yet?
Nothing.
We've knocked on every door in the building.
We've talked to the local shop owners.
We questioned all the cab drivers that work that neighborhood.
We checked every alibi of the people in her circle
and we've still got nothing.
I don't get it. They're talking about new evidence here.
Aftenposten knows about the finger and about the diamond under her eyelid.
There's gotta be a leak, don't you think?
Maybe it's just some…
alcoholic that needs some money to buy a bottle of booze.
I could've sworn I fired you.
Well, as long as I'm getting paid through the end of the month,
I figured I might as well try to make some progress here.
If you think I wasn't serious about that, you're wrong.
Your ID card will expire on the last day of the month,
at which time you will hand in your service weapon at the armory office.
Okay?
I don't know how you do it.
Drinking yourself half to death again and again…
then you just stop?
Okay, if you think you can be useful around here, that's fine with me.
You get paid until the end of the month.
But no more looking into the Camilla Loen case.
-Why not? -Waaler is on that case.
And I don't want you getting into a pissing contest.
Got it?
Sorry, the crime unit handles missing persons.
We're investigating a murder--
They'll have to call someone back from vacation. I can't afford to lose…
Uh, hold on, hold on…
Yeah, what's the address? I might have someone.
I actually do have an officer who's available.
POLICE
-Yeah? -It's the police.
Top of the building, fifth floor.
Ugh. Of course it is.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Willy Barli. -Uh, yeah. Captain Hole.
Uh, right.
So, um…
Lisbeth has gone missing.
I called her cell a bunch, and it turns out she,
left it at home, and…
I tried calling the grocery store and three different police stations.
Eventually, I called the National Theater to make sure she wasn't down there.
The premiere is in eleven days, she just wants to keep rehearsing.
She hasn't been sleeping…
So is that her?
-Mmm-hmm. -Ah.
And soon everyone's gonna know about this, that's why I called right away,
'cause I need help.
-The two of you are living here alone? -Yes.
So this where you last saw her?
Yeah.
-This is where she would-- -Hey, there!
Hey.
So when did you last see her?
Uh, two hours, maybe a bit more than that.
What?
-So two hours and you call the police? -Yeah.
I know it's not long, but she was just going down to the Kiwi
to buy potato salad for dinner tonight.
You've called hospitals and the police?
Have you tried her friends?
-Maybe she bumped into someone-- -No, she didn't.
You hear of someone walking out in a bikini
to buy potato salad for pork chops that are already on the grill,
and then just deciding to run off?
I gotta make a call.
-Hey, there. -Hey! Oh good Lord. Hot in here, huh?
Hey.
-Ivan Bratteng. -Yeah, Harry Hole, hi.
So where do we start? Where's the husband?
Well, he's in there, choosing some of her clothes to show us.
The dog doesn't need to know her scent in particular.
Uh, let's not turn this into a big deal.
His wife could be anywhere, but still…
Sweep the building, talk to the neighbors, and look around.
And while you're at it, get another patrol officer up here.
I'll keep an eye on him, and then talk to the neighbors across the yard.
-They have a good view of this unit. -Mmm.
So you suspect the husband?
By principle, I always suspect the husband.
-Why's that? -It's always the husband.
Hole's first commandment.
-Could we please get going? -Yup. Yes.
Start upstairs, Beate.
-Let's head back to the stairwell. -Let's go.
Everything okay, Harry?
Yeah.
You look kind of shaky.
You might need more iron in your diet.
Mmm-hmm.
I told…
I say that to Lisbeth.
I stopped myself just now.
I almost said "told."
Frank, it's the police.
-What? -Yes.
-Frank. -Harry Hole.
Lisbeth's gone missing, you know that?
We just saw her on the balcony a couple hours ago.
Yeah.
We hear them all the time, their balcony door's always open.
Yeah.
She was wearing a bikini, according to the husband.
Also high heels. She won't leave the house without high heels on.
What did the neighbors on the balcony say?
They saw her leave. He was home the whole time.
You think this one could be an exception to your rule?
Maybe it's not the husband?
I'm worried you might be right.
Okay.
And if it's not the husband,
do you think there could be a connection to the other murder?
-Why would you ask? -'Cause I think you think that.
If he doesn't alert, that doesn't mean your wife hasn't been here,
I just want to make that clear.
It's tough for him to distinguish one smell.
Okay.
I don't think there's much more we can do for you right now.
Sir, it's gonna be okay.
No, it's not. I've tried everything. I've called everybody I know.
-And no one's seen my wife. -All our patrol cars have been notified.
We're doing absolutely everything we can to find her, okay?
-Okay. -She hadn't put anything on?
Just shoes and a bikini?
She was wearing nail polish.
It looks just like mine, only it says "Willy" right here.
-He's got something! -On her right hand.
Oh my God, this is bad.
Oh, Jesus Christ. She's not coming back, is she?
This is really bad. Oh my God, I'm gonna be sick.
Book of Revelations, chapter 16.
"And the third angel poured out his bowl into the rivers and the springs,
turning them into blood."
"Come ye, and witness the judgment of the Great Harlot…
who sits upon the waters."
Hey, are you available?
-What does it look like? -Really?
Fucking dick.
Turn your light off.
Hey! Can I get a ride?
Where to, stranger?
To, uh…
Dreamland.
Or, no, Sleepville actually.
I'd rather not dream at all.
You having nightmares?
Uh…
I want to be completely knocked out.
But not by booze.
You got anything?
Do I look like I'm a criminal?
All right, so what's this?
Put it this way, if you take half of one, you'll sleep like a rock.
Take a whole one and your…
your lights will be out for a good long time.
Okay.
I'm a little light on money, but I'll hit you later if--
Hey, relax, my man. Jesus.
That's what friends are for, to give you pills on a shitty day, eh?
Yeah.
Hey, uh…
You have anything that can…
turn it off?
I don't like this. That look on your face, it's--
Nah, come on.
Is it Rakel?
-Why would you ask that? -I don't know.
I mean, I've only known you since primary school, so…
What's going on?
Sorry, Harry, I don't think there's a drug for that.
-One thing comes to mind, I guess… -A bullet?
I was gonna say "yourself."
No.
I fucking need it.
You're fucking hammered. Attila's gonna kick you out.
I don't fucking care.
Who's that?
Hey, who the fuck is that?
Dearpmis is so fucked.
Why do you say that?
Attila has the firepower.
Get your stuff and I'll show you.
Okay.
Fuck!
Hawk!
It's Dearpmis! Run!
Attila!
For bruises, asses, handclaps
I will never disappear
For forever, I'll be here…
Let's go!
Come on! Go, go, go!
I need ammo!
Attila! Here!
There!
Fuck! They're packing real heat!
Loke!
Get back! For fuck's sake!
Let's get out of here!
Get back!
No! Fuck! Loke!
On a bed of spider web
I think of how to change myself…
A lot of hope in a one-man tent
Hurry, get him in the car!
Hospital now!
Drive!
Wait, please…
Morning, keep the streets empty
For me
-Hey. -Yeah, Prince?
Less than we hoped for.
But there'll be more in the future, so…
We have a few casualties.
Well done.
Okay.
A young man lost his life a few hours ago
in the overnight shooting between rival gangs Dearpmis and Korps.
According to police intelligence,
tensions between gangs has been on the rise recently…
Ah, early bird.
The search for Lisbeth Barli continues.
Investigators say they can't release any more details at this time,
but Lisbeth's sister Toya…
MISSING FOR THE SECOND DAY
How many views did VG get on their story about the sister of Lisbeth Barli?
Uh, 400,000.
Okay.
Drop what you're doing. I want you on the Lisbeth Barli story.
-Barli? But… -Mmm-hmm.
-She's just missing, what's going on? -Did you not hear those numbers?
Those sisters have gone from B to A-list celebrities overnight.
Get a comment from one of them. I want to hit some numbers.
Maya Ek, Aftenposten.
Hello, Ek. I have a tip for you.
Okay. What is it?
The shooting at the biker club yesterday.
They were using flamethrowers and automatic rifles.
So the question is,
"What will the Minister of Justice do in terms of arming the police?"
"And how will they defend the city against these thugs?"
Interesting.
Who is this? How do you know about the weapons they were using?
I'm on the inside, Ek.
That's all you need to know.
MISSING CONTACT THE POLICE
Hi, Harry. This is Willy Barli calling.
I think it would be a good idea to put more officers on the search.
Because I've heard that the first--
Hi, Harry. It's Willy Barli again.
I was thinking maybe we should set up some sort of monetary reward.
I'm willing--
Hi, it's me again.
I was just speaking to a clairvoyant that the Danish police have used before,
and apparently she's seeing Lisbeth in the water or something.
Can you get in touch with her?
So annoying when they don't say anything.
I heard you were quitting.
Yeah.
So what are you gonna do instead?
Same old stuff?
Debt collector? Hmm?
Maybe a security firm?
Insurance?
Gotta be plenty of opportunities
for a famous investigator with a legal background.
'Cause they don't know you killed a colleague
while driving under the influence.
Not yet anyway.
We've never seen eye to eye.
Right?
But…
…I respect you a lot.
We're not that different.
We're both intelligent, and…
we don't give a shit about what anyone thinks.
You…
You don't know how to make money.
-What do you want? -I want to help you.
We don't have to be enemies.
Sjølid might not sign your dismissal if I help out.
Understand?
But I do have a little project that I'm gonna need some help with.
Think about it.
Sjølid, crime squad. What's the situation?
M207 here.
Patrol car Bravo 42 just crashed on the train tracks at Majorstua station.
The driver's injuries aren't serious, but the passenger's deceased.
Can you hear me, Harry?
Yeah, I think so. There's no one and I smell alcohol.
I'll be right here until the ambulance arrives.
-There's no one in the area. -Don't worry. Don't move.
Roger that. No, I heard you, Chief. Understood.
Okay, we're going to move the body into the driver's seat.
-What? -It's an order.
No, we can't just move…
What did you do? This is your fucking fault!
You did this!
He's fucking dead! You killed him!
ELLEN GJELTEN REST IN PEACE
Thank God humans were made to survive almost anything.
Despite it all, we survive and carry on.
-Talk to me. -Yeah, hi. Ivan Bratteng here.
-Yeah. -So we're at Sognsvann right now.
But we're not finding anything.
How would you like us to proceed?
Just move on and keep me posted.
Yeah. I'm on it.
Open your eyes and behold.
The pattern is simple.
A red star that guides you.
A five-pointed devil's cross.
It will show you the way.
How did it go?
-Huh? -Not good. I froze.
It's okay.
Why do adults drink?
-Hmm? -Like Harry does.
I don't know, Oleg.
There must be some way to get him to quit.
Well, sure.
He does quit.
Only it's temporary.
Yeah, but does he want to get that drunk?
'Cause it looks like it fucking sucks, honestly.
You have one new message.
Yeah, hi, it's Møller. Listen, Harry.
You can't mobilize the entire department
because a person's been missing for 24 hours.
Stop treating this like a murder case. This is amateur-level behavior.
It's a standard missing person's case.
You know 99% of the time they come back after two days.
So here's deal. I'm giving the case to the missing person's department.
You don't need to come into work anymore. This arrangement was a bad idea.
Remember to turn in your service weapon. Goodbye.
Well, well.
Another career comes to an end.
For all you know, I could just be getting a new service weapon.
No, I know the look in peoples' eyes.
I know whether they're moving up or down.
How long you been working here?
Way too long.
Are you proud of your career?
Nah, it's been average. Lots of…
hit-and-miss, you know the story.
Oh, yeah? Homicide division?
Least you're around a lot of good folks there.
That was pretty hit-and-miss as well.
Hope the rest of your life is nice and aimless, Harry Hole.
Please quiet down, everyone.
One person at a time, thank you. VG?
Camilla Loen has been murdered, and Lisbeth Barli is missing.
Is it true you haven't made significant progress in either investigation?
Uh, following up on leads and exploring tips
is the process used to narrow down potential persons of interest.
We consider that progress.
MURDER INVESTIGATION CHIEF POLICE HQ
Lisbeth Barli's been missing for a while.
What are the chances she's still alive?
All I can say is we have our best detectives working day and night
to solve these two cases.
POSTAL SERVICE
We're giving the next question to Aftenposten.
We received a tip which claimed that automatic weapons
and flamethrowers were used during the shooting at the biker club.
What is the view of the administration on the rules regarding arming the police?
Due to the active investigation, we have no comment at this time.
But it must feel like a risk to send out vulnerable, unarmed police…
That will conclude our press conference. Thank you.
…with so many weapons in the street.
And I'm going to the river Where the current rushes by
MISSING CONTACT THE POLICE
I'm going to the river Where the current rushes by
I'm gonna swim to the middle Where the water is real high
Hand of God coming from thе sky…
Camilla Loen, what do we know?
We know that she was found with a gunshot wound in her shower,
and her finger was likely cut off before she was murdered.
-Beate? -Nothing.
No fingerprints. No DNA.
Okay.
-Wulf? -We've got nothing.
Goin' way down low…
MURDER INVESTIGATION CHIEF POLICE HQ, 0190 OSLO
Let the river cast its spell
On me
Hand of God, hand of God, hand of God
Dad, what's going on?
Uh-huh. No, I don't think so.
Don't be. No need to worry.
Singin' boy sitting on the bridge
-Hi. -Hi.
A lager.
One lager.
-Hi. -Hey.
You're here.
Thanks.
Fuck you, Harry.
Okay.
-Did he answer? -No.
Listen, let's agree that nobody working the case discusses this
until we know how to proceed.
I lost my heart under the bridge
To that little girl
So much to me
And now I moan
And now I holler
She'll never know
Just what I found
That blue-eyed girl
She said, "No more"
And that blue-eyed girl
Became blue-eyed whore
Down by the water
I took her hand
Just like my daughter
Won't see her again r