I've looked into it and I'm sure, Harry.
The son?
Yes, he's definitely our serial killer.
Okay.
Thank you, Beate.
Our guy is Martin Aminov.
He's a 43-year-old Norwegian citizen living in Prague.
Previous sentence for smuggling.
He gave his mom a diamond identical to the ones we found on the victims.
And according to her he came to Oslo
to see his mom on all the dates of the killings so far.
-She lives at Villa Valle. -His mother?
Yeah, she lives under the fifth point of the star.
She's expecting him tonight.
Backup's on the way to Schweigaard Street, and my car's parked nearby.
No, wait, hold on a second!
Sit down. No one goes anywhere until I say.
And pull back all the units.
I don't want a single cop car within a kilometer of that house.
Believe me, if this guy senses any sign of trouble, we won't get a second chance.
Falkeid, you and your men stay put right here
and you wait for my command.
-Didn't you say-- -I said wait for my command!
I'm in charge. If something goes wrong, it's my ass on the line.
So I want to deal with this on my own. Is that understood?
Harry.
You stay here, take over.
Hole, we're on our way to Villa Valle now.
-Abort backup. -Abort?
-Waaler is coming. He'll handle it. -Okay, but we're five minutes away--
Abort. Now.
-Alpha to all units, stand down. -Standing by.
You carry a weapon?
On an investigation like this? Yeah.
Did he say when exactly he was coming?
Well, he said he had something to do first.
Does he have a key to the front door?
I don't lock it when I know he's coming.
-The door isn't locked? -No.
You can lower the gun.
-Hi. -Mrs. Aminov.
-Where is everyone? -It's just gonna be us.
Are you out of your mind?
-What's wrong? -You're in front of the fucking window.
-Well… -How long have you been standing there?
Amateur hour. Jesus. Get into the kitchen. Now.
Into the kitchen.
Stay here no matter what happens. Do you understand?
What is that?
Fourth floor, third door to the right.
Oh, fuck…
Falkeid, get your squad ready to bust into 406.
-Alpha to Charlie 2, come in. Over. -Charlie 2 responding.
Prepare to enter apartment 406. Hole is on his way now.
Roger that.
Give me a gun.
BACK IN FOUR WEEKS, JULY 7TH
-All clear. -Clear!
Fuck…
Why do you think it's here, Harry?
Because this is the fifth floor.
Hole?
Yeah? Harry?
Hi, we were wrong.
We just found Marius Veland's body wrapped in plastic up in the loft.
He wasn't the next victim, he was the first,
so Aminov started with the thumb and then he moved down the hand.
Now just the pinky's left.
He's coming here next.
I'm confused, tell me why Waaler's here?
Where the fuck's SWAT? What is this about?
He said he didn't wanna scare him away.
This can't be normal.
Over here,
he told me to stay back just like he told you.
Harry, what the fuck is happening here?
I don't know.
Listen.
Be careful.
I have to hang up.
Police!
Drop your weapon!
Drop your weapon now!
This is your final warning! Drop your weapon!
Tom, he has no weapon.
What the fuck are you doing?
He has no weapon on him now because I disarmed him already.
Let's go! Put cuffs on him.
Stand against the wall! Drop the bag.
Drop it now!
Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
Early this morning
When you knocked upon my door
And I say, "Hello Satan, I
I believe it is time to go"
Me and the devil
Walking side by side
Me and the devil…
I'm on my way back. Back to my womb.
There, I will take my knife and cut my way through.
Fuck me, man. This guy's batshit insane, right?
This Aminov is an ex-convict?
Mm.
-Any fingerprints? -No, no results yet.
Has Martin Aminov confessed?
The suspect has just undergone
the first rounds of questioning, so it's a process.
Captain Tom Waaler here has been spearheading it.
As you all know, interrogation is a mix of fact-finding and building trust.
Until he's finished, I can't offer any more information.
But is it true that you found both weapons and diamonds on Aminov
and that the diamonds are the same type as those on the victims?
-I can confirm that, yes. -Next up, VG.
Sir, is it true that Marius Veland's body was vacuum sealed when you found him?
I can't comment on that.
But can you confirm that the man you arrested is the Bike Courier Killer?
This is an ongoing investigation, so I can't divulge any more details.
But aren't you at least glad the search is over?
That's a trick question, and won't take the bait.
Next up, Dagbladet.
Is it true the circumstances of the arrest
by Detective Tom Waaler were rather dramatic?
I don't know, dramatic? I was doing my job, that's all.
Was he planning to commit future murders?
Yeah, I mean, it's hard to say, but he could've been.
For fuck's sake.
Tom's a star now.
He's the cop that singlehandedly caught the Bike Courier Killer
before he could go out and commit his next grisly murder.
Guys, we found fingerprints in Marius Veland's apartment.
They match the ones from the shop and the ones at Camilla Loen's.
Now we've found the same set of prints in the stairway
at Lisbeth Barli's place.
They match Martin Aminov?
No. That's the crazy part. The print matches Veland.
So he's been bringing the thumb to every crime scene we've found?
Yeah, apparently.
-Elegant. -That's one word for it.
We're going to Boxer to celebrate after this.
You coming?
-Yeah. -Mm?
Are you coming?
Nah, I've already celebrated enough for a lifetime.
Plus, now I'm no longer on the team.
-What? -Yeah, today is my last day.
-The fuck are you gonna do instead? -Something different.
Something entirely different.
Yep.
The summer I turned 20,
I went down to Strömstad to see my best friend Solo.
We stole his dad's piece of shit car, and drove up to Oslo.
We didn't have two kroner to rub together.
We couldn't afford a hotel, so we slept in sleeping bags in the park.
We'd walk up and down Karl Johan Boulevard all day looking for girls.
I lost my virginity in that sleeping bag.
I think that's when I decided that this was my city.
We were 20, but…
it felt like we had it all.
Marius Veland,
Barbara Svendsen,
Camilla Loen, Lisbeth Barli.
They were all in their 20's when they died.
Life hadn't disappointed them yet.
And I just spoke to Aminov.
He's a cold, calculating son of a bitch,
and he'll plead insanity to avoid prison and wind up in a psych ward,
and then, he'll be good, make progress, and before you know it, he's discharged.
Mhm.
That's how things are now.
We don't have anyone cleaning up the trash anymore,
everybody just sweeps it under the carpet and moves on.
And then everyone acts shocked when the entire house smells.
It stinks, it is infested with vermin.
So someone has to start cleaning up the shit
so everyone else can breathe.
You with me?
Mm, so far.
That's what we do.
We take out the trash.
It's time for your first mission.
All your issues, this will solve all of them.
Get your job back.
So, what are we talking about?
Aminov.
He's trash. Take him out.
Joseph's Blessing.
KGB developed it.
It was mostly used by Chechen soldiers when they wanted to commit suicide
after being captured.
It breaks down the cell walls,
every orifice in the body starts to hemorrhage,
and then you bleed to death in seconds.
No smell or taste. One ampoule in a glass.
It should look like he committed suicide.
Sometimes you have to bend and break the law to protect the majority.
Society demands our work.
Aminov will be in custody until midnight tomorrow.
Then they'll transfer him.
They know you're coming.
Right.
Good luck.
Hey, Mom! Harry brought flowers!
Coming down!
You look really nice.
Yeah, so…
Sorry, I…
Thank you.
-Yeah. -Let's put these in water.
-I got it. -Not a bad idea.
Was it too much with the flowers?
-Kinda. -Kinda?
Hi, Harry.
Harry. Maya Ek, Aftenposten.
We're asking people what they think about the man getting captured.
-No, thank you. -That's fine. Understood.
I wanted to ask you something else. Really quick.
In your role as a police officer, you've worked with Tom Waaler for years.
-Right? -I don't work for the police anymore.
I see. But wait, could you say anything about Tom?
Hey, just a second.
-You have a card? -Uhh…
Call me anytime, please.
-Anytime. -Thank you.
Did you say you don't work for the police anymore?
Yeah. Last day on the job was yesterday.
But what's next?
What're you gonna do?
Something else.
Attention everyone, the performance will begin in five minutes.
Please find your seats.
Those of you with reserved tickets are in rows one and two.
You're telling me that Pygmalion is mostly about how…
people ultimately never understand why they love someone?
It sounds simple when you put it like that.
-Well, that is what you said. -Yeah.
Yeah. I'm not much of a theatergoer.
Well, I got an offer.
And I've agreed to be a partner at the company.
-Congratulations. -Thanks.
-That's what you wanted to tell me? -No.
Look, Oleg told me. I know he stole that wine.
And that you were the one who picked him up and brought him home.
And then he told me about the bet you made together.
He swore he would never…
ever drink again if you didn't either.
Mhm.
He loves you, Harry.
And that love just keeps growing.
I know that the…
the odds are against us here.
But I'm hoping to get in on that bet.
If you want.
And I love you.
Mm-hm.
And you love me?
Mm.
Yeah…
I love you.
I knew it.
Let's go inside.
Hey…
I have to go do something. Sorry.
-At work. -That's alright.
I won't lock the back door.
No, you should.
Lock your doors.
For tonight.
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time
Sooner or later God'll cut you down Sooner or later God'll cut you down
-Hi, it's me. Can you hit record? -I got you, boss.
Consider it done.
Tell the rambler, the gambler The back biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
Well my goodness gracious Let me tell you the news
My head's been wet With the midnight dew
I've been down on bended knee Talking to the man from Galilee
He spoke to me in the voice so sweet
I thought I heard The shuffle of angel's feet
He put one hand upon my head
Great God Almighty Let me tell you what He said.
Groth.
…tell that midnight rider
Tell the gambler, the rambler The back-biter
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
You can run on for a long time Run on for a long time
Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down
How are you, Aminov?
I'm Captain Hole.
Could you give me your hands?
Uh.
Is this your "good cop" trick?
Hm?
Mmm.
You seem unusually calm for a man who's been
arrested for four murders.
I didn't do it.
We found a diamond that perfectly matches the ones found on the bodies.
We also found a Ceska Zbrojovka,
which is the same weapon that was used to kill a Barbara Svendsen.
You said that you were in Prague at the time of the murders.
So we checked.
I know you made a quick stop in Oslo on each of those dates.
Are you claiming to have credible alibis at exactly 5 p.m. on those days?
Yeah. I didn't think so.
You got more?
The file marks on the guns we found in your bag are almost the same
as all the guns that've turned up on the streets over the past year.
I mean, it's almost like there's some kind of smuggling ring
that's importing them.
Interesting theory.
You smuggling weapons for Waaler?
Are the police involved in that sort of stuff?
When Waaler arrested you, he had two guns.
He said one was his service weapon and the other your Ceska.
You were unarmed, isn't that right?
-Hi, Martin. -Hi, Tom.
Why are you here?
What the fuck?
Tom, don't do this.
What's the matter?
Police!
And when I told Waaler
that the Bike Courier Killer was Martin Aminov,
he seemed terrified.
Not because there might be another murder.
Nah, you know each other.
And he's afraid.
Because you're one of his runners.
And Tom Waaler's aware that if you get prosecuted
for the killings we both know you committed,
you will do anything you can to secure yourself a favorable deal.
You'll tell us everything about him and the entire network.
So it'd be much easier just to put a hole in your head.
You don't believe me.
Do you think Tom Waaler will save you now?
Hm?
Like some sort of reward for your loyalty.
Or do you think you have so much on him
that you can pressure him into helping you?
I thought you were a smart guy.
This whole time, you've been one step ahead of us.
But somehow, you couldn't outsmart Waaler.
You're right, I don't believe you.
How was that…
How was the water?
I mean, it's water.
Right.
Joseph's Blessing.
-It's empty. -Mhm.
Bon appétit.
What?
Compliments of Tom Waaler.
Look, who do you think put you in here unguarded and vulnerable?
You should have been in a maximum-security prison.
Instead you're here in an ordinary holding cell.
And that means anyone holding a police ID can come in and out as they please.
I want to make a deal with you.
If you pop one of these within the first ten minutes after taking a Joseph's,
you have a pretty good chance of survival.
I want you to testify against Waaler.
Wait.
Tick, tock.
Yes, alright, give it to me. I will, I promise.
-Can I trust you or not? -Yes!
How do I know that?
You need to convince me, you understand that?
Start talking.
'Cause otherwise you'll bleed to death.
Ever seen someone die from this stuff before?
First, you'll shit yourself,
and then blood pours out of every open hole in your body, even your eye sockets.
Yeah, fine. Look, okay, you can trust me because it's logical.
If I don't die tonight, Tom will realize that I've betrayed him.
After that, there won't be any turning back.
It'll be me or him. Plain and simple. I won't have any other choice.
Keep talking.
If I have to stay in here, there's no chance I'll survive.
Even if you give me the pill, someone else will finish what you started.
I mean, come on, I'll only survive if…
if Waaler gets exposed, arrested and sent to prison.
And you're the only one who can help me do that now.
Well done. Congrats.
-Get up, turn around. -Give me the pill.
Nah, we're leaving. Come on.
Give me the pill, for fuck's sake!
This pill's just Flunipam. They're for insomnia.
Come on, get up.
Easy.
Now, I wouldn't worry about it.
I'd already emptied the capsule into the sink.
If the water tasted funny, you can take it up with Water and Power.
Hey, what's going on?
Well, the detainee has to be taken to the sixth floor for some questioning.
Where do I sign?
No one told me about this, Harry.
Well, yeah, but we don't typically tell you guys this kinda stuff, Groth.
Just relax.
It's a small change of plans. This guy…
He's refusing his meds so we're gonna try a different approach.
Nobody informed me.
Right.
Of course not.
Huh.
If you're done with all your important questions,
could you pull up your prisoner's log so I can put in the details and sign it?
For the cause.
I get no sleep
I can't get no sleep
Hello?
Yeah, It's Groth. I've trying you for the last hour.
Yeah, well, I've been working out.
Yeah, I had a question. Was that detainee supposed to be moved tonight?
Hole came here to pick him up for an interrogation.
Fuck!
Fuck.
Fuck!
Motherfucker!
Why do you keep checking the clock?
To see when they start hunting us.
When's that happen?
Right about now.
Hi.
-Son of a bitch. -Hi, excuse me?
-What do you want? -I just wanted…
I wanted to be sure to say thanks.
For what?
For the diamond.
Thanks.
Beate Lønn.
Hello, I'm sorry if I woke you up, Beate. This is Maria Aminov calling.
-I've been wondering about Martin. -Okay.
I wanted to know when I can visit him in jail.
It's very hard to say at this point, but…
let me talk to some colleagues and look into it and…
I'll call you back early tomorrow morning.
Okay?
There's something else. It's probably nothing.
I'm a little worried about my tenant, Ina.
She hasn't been home for days.
You have someone living at your place, Maria?
Yes, I forgot to tell you. She's living in the old maid's room
but I never showed it to you.
She hasn't been there for a few days.
Well…
Where is she? She alone?
No, but now I really wish I'd had a chance to meet the guy.
She just said they were going to his cabin.
-Yes? -Hole fucked us.
He took Aminov and disappeared.
This is a big problem, Prince.
And for now, it's your problem.
How are you gonna solve it?
I mean, he's police.
How far do we want to take this?
Well, you don't have a lot of options here, do you?
I talked to the Chief. Your orders are to take out both of them.
Could you repeat that?
We want you to kill Harry Hole.
Okay.
Hey, it's me. I just got off the phone with the boss.
-We've got a job to do. -Okay. e phone with the boss.