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.
Will you meet them?
What do you think?
I don't know.
I think you smell of women every time you come home.
Why won't you tell me what you do?
Because you love me.
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.
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.
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…
…and my problems.
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…
What does he do exactly?
He sells things.
He sells different supplies to churches. Crosses,
altarpieces, roseries, church pews.
He's Christian?
Nice tits.
Hey…
I apologize for their behavior.
They're a little excited,
but having said that,
you have great fucking tits.
She's pretty.
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.
What made him angry?
Well… I guess he thought that I was…
accusing Camilla of being a huge slut.
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…
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?
Now that's an ass.
Fuck you want?
What the fuck? Come on…
What the fuck?
You don't come close
-Hey. Where's Hole? -Off his rocker.
Cell 129. The guard will let you in.
That way?
What the hell happened to you?
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 killer 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 kill Ellen?
Okay.
I'll tell you the truth.
I murdered Sverre Olsen.
I broke into the cabin.
Drop the weapon!
He put down the gun, 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 fuck was I supposed to do? Just let him get away with jail?
In this fucking country where he'd be out in fifteen years?
So I shot him in the gut.
And then I fired his gun twice at the door so it'd look like self-defense.
So you didn't shoot Ellen?
Sverre Olsen shot Ellen.
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.
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 fucking 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.
I killed Sverre Olsen.
For Ellen's sake.
For both our sakes.
For the sake of our entire fucking 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.
Fucking pathetic.
I can offer you ten times what you make right now.
But most importantly you'll have some fucking dignity and feel valued.
I can see it.
You don't want to give up.
Investigative team is meeting at eight.
In three hours.
They won't let me out of the drunk tank before ten o'clock.
You'll figure it out.
Last week's gang shooting has renewed public calls to arm the police.
Debatten will now hear a caller's opinion.
I don't get why the politicians aren't doing anything.
Nothing changes in this damn city.
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.
Police refuse to offer any further information
on the murder of Camilla Loen
and the disappearance of the singer Lisbeth Barli.
However, one source does claim that the two cases are connected.
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.
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.
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.
What's your name again?
Has the alcohol killed 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 murder, the killer has advantages.
He could've easily hidden crucial evidence and…
Well, he'd have an airtight alibi for the time of the murder
and would've disposed of the weapon and all that,
but there's always one thing the murderer 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 killer from the detective's worst nightmare,
or wet dream, depending on the way your brain's wired.
You have a killer 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--
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--
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…
How much do you propose to pay me for the lessons?
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.
God, this accent.
Can we run that again?
From the top.
I know what’s right…
It's our first day on the stage,
so it's a bit hectic, running the tech and lighting and everything.
Yeah, of course.
…so I won't give more than a shilling.
See how much they look alike?
…or leave it! Fuck that!
I fucking 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…
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.
…to pay me for the lessons?
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.
After another week of violent gang 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…
…saying the situation…
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 war.
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
ABC Debt Collection, how may I help you?
Alexia?
Thank God you called.
We are now officially entering the longest heat wave…
Yes, of course I'll be there.
And do me a favor, all right.
Tell that to Petter.
Thank you, Barbara, you're a star.
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 killer?
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.
-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…
Come on. I'll take you home.
Hi.
-Oleg, where've you been? -Hey.
There was no one around to hang, so I took the bus into town.
-You can't just disappear like that. -Sorry, Mom.
I'm gonna go play soccer.
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?
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.
-Later. -See ya.
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.
Sorry, I have to go. Bye.
-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.
Oh my God!
Sorry, I…
I'm just…
Sorry, a little nervous today.
But you're in the ladies' bathroom, you know that, right?
POLICE
Fox twenty-four, we are on our way.
-Where's the body? -End of the hall.
Your colleague's in there. That Swedish guy.
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 GUNSHOT WOUNDS
Alright, I'll see you tonight.
Who is she?
A Barbara Svendsen.
Receptionist.
28 years old.
Shot in the back of the head.
Ceska Zbrojovka?
And they had a custom-made silencer.
Strange position, don't you think?
Yeah, looks like the killer 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…
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?
Does it bother you?
Have you ever touched them…
right after they've been killed, 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 fuck 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 kill yourself. Drink yourself to death.
We need an answer.
Fuck.
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.
It is a serial killer?
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 killer, Chief.
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 murdered here at ABC's main office.
-Details have yet to be revealed… -Excuse me.
Any new leads? Is it the Diamond Killer?
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 fucking 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.
A few minutes ago,
we received reports of yet another murder 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 murder
is connected to the murder 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 murdered…
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…
Any customers today who might've seemed a bit different?
You notice anything?
Different?
Yeah… Everyone!
Whole country's going down the drain.
Uh, I mean someone who looked like they were about to…
to kill 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.
For the breaking news,
tune in later this evening for further updates
on the most recent murder 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…
-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 gunshot victim.
Could be connected to the Dearpmis gang.
-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.
Who the fuck are you?
Careful, I'm the one thing standing
between you and a bullet between your eyes.
So, you know that gang 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 kill you.
It's your own crew.
When we arrest whoever killed that guy, my story will be that you ratted him out.
And that friendly guard you have stationed outside your door,
will tell your gang 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? -Fuck that.
We don't snitch.
No, of course not.
Not on one of your own.
Is this the guy?
Yes or no?
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.
Three six one.
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…
You were supposed to sell the drugs, not do them!
Laws that actually protect the citizens of our country.
Someone stole them from me.
And thus, we will help this country find its way back to its former glory.
You can't pay?
Because we are the strong…
I don't have anything!
…and with that strength, comes a responsibility.
I swear! I've got nothing.
You've got one day to get our money!
You hear me, you junkie?
Okay, I'll get it!
I'll get it!
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 bleed