Oh, fuck.
I'm afraid we have a problem.
Hole's gone. We checked all his usual hangouts.
He's vanished.
Okay.
-Whoa. -I need you to understand.
I didn't do this, Harry.
I couldn't kill anyone.
I smuggled in goods.
That's it, I swear.
I'll make you a deal for Waaler.
I'm the only one who can prove
that Waaler's smuggling in a fuckton of weapons.
As far as these murders, you need to find out who's framing me.
You do that, I'll give you what you need to lock up Waaler.
Okay. But we'll do it the other way around.
We arrest Waaler first.
Once that's finished, I promise I'll help you.
Shut up!
Why would anyone help me?
-Easy. -Tell the truth.
Not when everyone thinks I'm the murderer.
-I know you want Waaler. -Cool it.
They'll pin this on me, and what I have on Waaler,
it's my only leverage.
You must catch the real killer!
After that I'll help you get Waaler.
Okay?
The Czech Republic at the end of the '90s,
it felt like a country that just woke up from a never-ending nightmare.
Scared, disoriented, but happy to still be alive.
After the fall of Communism, but before tourism got big,
it was a land of opportunity.
Back then, you could get by on just a few koruna a day.
I moved to Prague in my twenties.
The city was full of desperate tourists looking for cheap whores and cheap booze.
I was a good-looking kid.
I did what I had to do.
I preferred women, but took whatever I could get.
You had to be flexible.
Hi, I'm Oscar.
I knew I couldn't keep living like that forever.
That's when an unexpected opportunity came along.
Here, hand me my briefcase there and I'll show you.
The guy I'd just blown, he turned out to be a smuggler.
His specialty was
star-shaped blood diamonds from Sierra Leone.
He wanted to keep his legacy going.
He was on the hunt for a protégé.
Apparently, my Nordic passport and my good looks were valuable assets.
So I accepted his offer.
And he took me under his wing.
Your own personal Jesus
I was pretty good at it.
I only got caught once.
But later on, I discovered that if I could get women to fall in love with me,
and then send me money occasionally over a longer period of time,
I could earn just as much without taking any risk whatsoever.
But about two years ago, I had to stop all that.
So back to smuggling.
Oh? What changed?
Petra.
-Reach out and touch faith -Petra changed everything.
Hi.
Excuse me, uh…
I couldn't help noticing you from across the room.
You want a drink?
That first time you realize that money isn't an issue.
There's nothing like it.
It gives you power over yourself, over others.
I was forced to stop conning women out of money.
At the time, I wanted to stop smuggling weapons.
Diamonds were less risky. But weapons pay a lot better.
That's when I met the Prince.
Good morning.
I didn't realize until much later that he was a cop.
As always, I made sure to document everything.
I had someone pose as a tourist nearby taking photos.
She got some pictures of us.
So if a customer doesn't pay,
they get a copy of the pictures in the mail as a reminder.
And it nips any problems in the bud. I never had to do that with the Prince.
He was punctual.
So this "Prince" was your only Norwegian client?
My only big Norwegian client.
Last spring, a man contacted me.
He spoke Swedish, but he sounded like he'd been in Norway for a while.
He'd clearly done his research.
He knew about my mother in Oslo.
He knew about the star-shaped blood diamonds
that I specialized in years earlier.
Get a name for the guy?
He never said it.
He knew I smuggled weapons, so he wanted both.
Asked for a…
Ceska Zbrojovka with a silencer, and a diamond.
So you agreed to work for him.
What was the arrangement then?
When it came to delivery, he had very specific instructions.
It had to be Frogner Park, right by the Monolith.
5:00 in the afternoon, when it's good and crowded.
That worked well for me.
It was easy to come and go without being noticed.
I wasn't at any risk of being recognized in Oslo.
I don't know that many Norwegians, after all.
I fucked a Norwegian girl in Prague once. She was on her honeymoon.
That was just another job for me.
Anyway, I put the goods in a designated trash can, like he told me to.
The money had already been transferred to my Swiss bank account.
He called again the next day…
for another delivery.
Same place. Same instructions.
I was hired three more times after that.
Each drop was five days apart.
The last time was different though, he wanted two deliveries.
One Saturday and one Sunday.
So one today, one yesterday.
So the diamond and gun we found in your suitcase
were for the delivery today?
Mmm.
Hey.
Hi, it's Harry.
Hey, Harry! I'm happy you called.
Earlier I spoke with Maria Aminov and her…
Yeah, I was thinking people take a lot of photos of tourist attractions.
Can you help me with something?
Are you trying to get me in trouble?
Definitely.
So, Detective Hole took a suspected serial killer from our custody,
and we have no idea where they are?
We've already assigned men to the case. It's a small team, but experienced.
They were hand-picked by Waaler, who's leading the team.
Why haven't the uniforms been briefed?
On-duty officers?
We figured we should wait until after we had all talked.
To hear, um…
To hear your take on this, Ivar.
My take on what?
Waaler has promised to have them in custody in under 24 hours.
In the meantime, we've contained the spread of information.
The only ones who know he's missing are the four of us,
and the custody officer, Groth.
There's no reason we shouldn't be able to conceal this until Waaler's team…
has handled the problem for us.
Mmm-hmm.
You're awfully quiet, Bjarne. Want to share your thoughts?
No idea. I just don't understand what happened here.
Um…
It doesn't add up.
Doesn't add up, huh?
If the public catches wind of our damage control…
we'll be crucified.
If they find out we lost a suspected serial killer,
they'll do much worse than crucify us.
There's still time for us to fix this mess.
And to do it with discretion.
Waaler?
There's only one way to save this, just stand aside and let me fix it.
And that means everyone in this room has to stay out of it.
Well, that's very generous of you, but I'm afraid I can't accept your offer.
There's too much at stake.
With all due respect, sir, you don't have a choice.
It's 9:00 a.m.
You have until midnight. Find him and bring him in.
In 15 hours, this will be released to the press.
This meeting never happened.
Track these phone numbers.
Wait, are we tracking Harry Hole? Why?
-Why? -Yeah.
'Cause I said.
Good morning, this is Beate Lønn from the Oslo Police.
What can you tell me about those guided tours you do in Frogner Park?
Ek.
Morning.
-I have a message for you. -Okay.
If Harry Hole calls you, we want you to do the following.
Ask him where he is.
If he won't tell you, insist on meeting him face to face.
If not, tell him the deal's off, okay?
-And do it before midnight. -What deal do you mean?
If I had a crystal ball,
I'd say he'll point the finger at a captain he works with.
-But-- -After you've spoken with him,
you'll call the number and let us know.
Any questions?
But I know that you're police.
-I'm a journalist, not a fucking-- -Ek.
Your little brother is in cell A107.
And every Tuesday, a baggie of drugs is smuggled in for him,
just like all the junkies.
He sticks it right in his arm, never checks what it is.
It's been fine.
For now.
You get what I'm saying?
What makes you think Hole will call me?
Because he's desperate.
And because you gave him your contact…
outside the theater yesterday.
Have a nice day.
If Martin Aminov was indeed in Frogner Park
when Barbara Svendsen was killed, he's a very unlucky man.
He's not in any of the pictures, and I've looked over hundreds.
He's not in a single picture?
No.
Sorry, I'm not seeing him.
-Beate. Beate, look, right here. -Just a second.
Saturday, 5:02 p.m.
Okay. I take back what I said. I'm looking at him now.
Hang on, is he…
Is he holding something? A box or a plastic bag?
I can't tell, Harry. I need a different angle.
He's got a suitcase, but I can't see the other hand.
So you're positive Aminov was there?
Yes, but nobody was killed on Saturday, so it's not an alibi.
No, but it means that at least some of what he's saying is true.
Right.
Looks like I need your help after all.
The woman I spoke to just now, she's risking her career to help us.
I need something that makes it all worthwhile.
What do you have in mind?
She needs a picture of you and Waaler in Prague.
What are you, insane?
I can't do that. I need it for leverage.
If I use it now, I can say goodbye to operation "Rescue Aminov."
You can kiss that goodbye anyway.
We can't find a picture of you at the fountain
the day Barbara Svendsen was murdered.
Kind of strange, don't you think?
When the tourists get all snap happy at that fountain all summer.
That story you told, it's awfully hard to swallow, wouldn't you say?
Is there a photo of you and Waaler together?
My hard drive's in Prague.
Good.
Then call up your girlfriend in Prague
and have her send it to Beate Lønn in forensics.
I want to see a photo of you and Tom Waaler together,
and she has 45 minutes to send it!
If not…
I'll let you sit here handcuffed and tell your friend Waaler exactly where you are.
-She's in the shower. -Now you have 43--
Yes, who is it?
Martin?
Is that you, Martin?
Talk.
Yeah.
Hi, it's me.
I need your help.
Forensics. Beate Lønn.
Hi, it's Harry.
-Listen-- -Call me on my cell.
What's going on?
I got an alert from our hacking software showing that all communication,
even from forensics, is being tracked right now by an outside party.
-That's obviously Waaler. -I know.
So he knows you've been calling me, which means I can't keep helping you.
Sorry.
Aminov's girlfriend is going to email you a photo.
It shows Aminov and Waaler meeting in Prague.
I want you to inspect it and tell me what you think.
What do you think will happen to me
if an email from Prague shows up in my inbox, huh?
I'll need to give a reason as to why you've been calling.
What do I say?
You don't need to say anything because I never called you.
What? This is the third time you've called!
They don't know that.
I'm on a…
very old cell phone that I traded with a very old friend.
So you knew this was gonna happen?
I knew they'd be tracking my phone. I didn't think they'd track you as well.
Okay, I want to know as little about this as possible.
Do not send anything else here.
Yeah, okay.
I'm getting our usual signals every half hour,
but they're scattered all over the city.
Yeah, I see that.
It pings here, then there, sometimes back to where he's already been.
It makes no sense.
I'm with the police.
I need to use your laptop.
NEW MESSAGE PETRA@MAILDIRECT.COM
Beate, I need you to take a look at something.
Okay.
This was taken last Monday around 5:30 p.m.,
half an hour after Barbara Svendsen was killed at Carl Berner.
It's a half hour away.
Anyone could bike from there to Frogner Park.
The bike courier.
-It could be. -Do you see that?
-What? -He has a Band-Aid.
So the suspect will have a matching Band-Aid?
Or a scar, cut, tattoo…
He's hiding something.
Well, first we need to figure out if this guy is actually our murderer.
Yeah.
And how the hell do we do that?
We could go talk to the only man that we know has seen the murderer up close.
Clausen.
Are you almost done?
Almost.
You think you know who it is?
I have a theory, but I can't say for sure if he's the killer or not.
I need evidence to prove it.
So you don't know for sure.
It's only a theory.
Yeah, you're right, I don't know.
It could be a coincidence, I…
I know they happen.
But not this one.
And I know what I need to do.
Sorry, I got home pretty late last night.
You're… bleeding.
That's nothing.
Truls was feeling playful today. We roughhoused.
Come in.
Thank you.
Maybe.
Maybe?
It could be him.
It's the same clothes, same helmet, those stupid shades.
Band-Aid on the knee?
As I said earlier, I'm not…
in the business of studying men's bodies close up like this, but, um…
If I had to guess…
I believe from first glance I'd say he's the same man from the office.
But beyond that…
Maya Ek.
Yeah, this is Harry Hole. I want you to listen very carefully.
I have information on who's behind the Bike Courier killings.
And I have intel on a colleague smuggling in weapons.
You'll get the exclusive scoop if you post it on your front page immediately.
Where are you, Hole?
Where I am doesn't matter.
I can prove that Martin Aminov is not the killer,
and that a high-ranking officer has been operating a weapons ring,
trafficking guns into Norway for years.
That story sounds...fantastic.
But you know I can't write anything based off of one phone call, I'm sorry.
Since when?
-I have proof of it. -Look.
No serious journalist will print an exposé of a beloved police captain
smuggling weapons without verifying the source first.
I can recognize your voice, so obviously I know it's you, but…
I have no idea if you're drunk or crazy.
Every story we publish needs confirmation, if not we could get sued.
I have to be careful.
Trust me.
I want to print this as much as you do.
-But we need to meet first. -Right.
Schrøder bar at 5.00 p.m. And come alone, or no deal.
And also…
don't tell anyone, not a single soul, understood?
Okay, what have you got, Skarre?
Hole's phone is moving all over the place. It's impossible to pinpoint, we're trying.
Another one of the phones on your list
has made several calls in the last 24 hours to the forensics internal line.
Okay.
It's registered to an Øystein Eikeland.
-Looks like he's a taxi driver. -Right, and?
Right now the signal seems to be bouncing all over the place,
so we can assume it's our guy, sir.
Got it. Okay, keep going.
Talk to me.
Check his left knee for any cuts, moles, or birthmarks.
Yeah, one sec.
Show me your left knee.
Nothing there.
-Why? -Clausen just identified the bike courier.
The man in the park was also the man at Svendsen's office that day.
What?
Okay.
What'd he say?
He said…
that he's found our murderer.
Maridalsvannet, please.
Where in Maridalsvannet?
Get moving. I'll tell you.
Of our elaborate plans
-Okay if I turn it up? -No.
-Of everything that stands… -No?
I hate the Doors.
-No safety or surprise… -Strange.
I mean, the Doors are the Doors.
Ah…
Turn it off.
Can you--
It'd be great.
-You think so? -Of course. Yeah.
Hi.
Hi. Um…
just a mineral water, please.
You see that? Just take this left up here.
Right here.
You mean up into the forest?
Up here.
Fuck this.
Look, I'm sorry. I can't take you any further.
It'll damage the car.
Last time I spent a fortune fixing the undercarriage.
I could call dispatch and I could get an SUV to come up here.
They'll have no problem going the rest of the way.
And which phone will you use to call them?
Your own? Or…
Harry Hole's?
I don't know what you're talking about, uh…
but I can't help you, sir, this trip is over.
I don't think so.
Eikeland.
Your records state that you're intelligent.
So you should be able to figure out what I want.
Harry's cell phone.
Maybe in the trunk?
Glove box?
Hmm?
Huh?
Or in your pocket?
Hmm?
Shh, shh, shh, shh…
Easy, easy. Listen, listen.
I'm happy to take all the time in the world.
There's no rush, okay?
You've got nowhere to go.
If you touch that alarm button…
I'll kill you, you hear?
I'm good at it.
I killed someone around here, actually.
Where the fuck is Harry Hole?
This is your last chance, Eikeland.
Where's your drunk little buddy?
Where?
Okay! Don't fucking…
Fucking asshole!
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Mmm-mmm. Leave me alone.
Open. Open.
Good, open, open.
That's it.
Open wide.
Let it go all the way in.
I'll count to five.
One.
Two.
-Wait, wait, wait. Don't. -Three.
Four.
I don't care about a phone.
Where is Harry?
Wait. Please, fuck, enough. Enough.
He's at home.
We tried there already.
Last chance, idiot.
No…
In Oppsal.
Oppsal, that's where he…
That's where he grew up.
Oppsal.
We've been tracking your phone for the past four hours,
I know that's bullshit.
He sure as shit isn't in Oppsal,
so that makes you a liar, you fucking prick.
Wait! Wait! Hey!
Wait!
Yep. Shh, shh, shh.
Quiet.
Yeah?
What?
Schrøder at 5:00 p.m.?
Okay.
Okay, gather as many as you can.
Okay, um…
Town center, please.
Okay?
You're sure that Harry Hole hasn't been in here?
He hasn't.
Hello?
-No show. -What do I do next?
Stay there until 8:00. Call this number if he turns up.
-We need to move on. -And Thomas?
As long as you do as we say, nothing will happen to your brother.
Remember, none of this gets out.
No. No, of course not, but…
What's gonna happen to Harry?
Have a good night, Ek.
She was setting you up? How could you know for sure?
I only mentioned it was a colleague, but she knew it was a captain.
That means she already knows it's Waaler.
And there's only one way she could have known that.
He was threatening her.
It could be it just slipped out,
but it seemed to me like she was actually trying to warn me.
I don't know. Maybe they were listening in.
They had the phone wired.
Are you always this paranoid?
I don't know. Yeah, sure. It doesn't mean that I'm not right.
It doesn't mean they're not after us, right? I get it.
There's gotta be other journalists.
None that are reliable.
I can't use this now, they've compromised this phone.
And they'll be tracking us.
Hmm. Definitely paranoid.
Why the hell would Waaler track your phone?
The deal I made with my driver friend was he was supposed to call me
from Grønland between 5:00 and 6:00 if it was going according to plan.
And now… it's ten past 6:00.
That means that they found out about that phone.
And they'll be on their way here.
You could at least do something to try to get us the fuck out of here.
-Beate Lønn. -Hi, this is the lab calling.
It's about the seed.
You've got a burner phone?
So if this whole time you've had that phone,
then why did you decide to call her with the other one then?
-Knowing they'd trace it? -Why indeed.
You want him to find us.
Ah. Interesting theory.
Huh.
-Hey. -Hi, Beate. It's Harry.
-Hey, Harry. -You find anything new?
I just got the lab results on the seed.
It's exactly what you thought.
Thanks. That's all I needed.
-So it is him. -Yes.
Thank you, Beate.
You stay here.
Huh. What's this?
A seed.
Was that Hole just now?
No.
-No? -No.
No?
Don't touch me.
I thought you liked this.
What do you want?
I want to give you a chance.
-For what? -A chance to keep your job.
I know he called you with his little taxi buddy's cell phone.
-Where is he? -I don't know.
-Answer! -I don't know!
Where's he hiding?
I said I don't know!
Where is he?
-I don't know. -Where is Hole?
-I don't know. -The truth.
-I told you, I don't know! -Don't lie!
I'll break your arm off, I swear. I'll snap it in two. I'll break it off.
Talk!
Get Holm!
-Now! -Sure…
You say one word about this…
and I'll fucking kill you, do you understand?
Holm, can you go to the lab? It sounds urgent.
-You okay? -Let me go!
ARE YOU FAR AWAY, KITTEN? DON'T KEEP ME WAITING
Good night, honey.
-Yeah? -Harry Hole.
From the police.
What can we help you with?
Isn't she beautiful?
This is my Galatea.
Your sister and my whore of a wife.
Trapped in purgatory A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal Death will be their acquittance
The sky is turning red Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below Souls of my treacherous past e rules made of stone