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Jolina! Jolina! Jolina!

Jolina!

How on earth do you
expect me to believe you?

You're lying
straight to my face.

Jolina!

I'll ask again. What did you do
yesterday? More than dancing?

Jolina!

She's been struck dead! Can't
you see what's happening?

The Lord has punished her,
just like He punished Hilda.

Maria... Maria!

Jolina!

Jolina!

Did you see
with whom she danced?

There were many, but
mostly with the artist.

-Jolina!
-Beronius?

Well, he danced with
nearly everyone.

And you?

You reek of cognac,
Jussi. And vomit.

Jolina!

Siiri?

Jolina, is that you in there?

Dear Jolina.

Don't be scared.
You're home now.

Shh.

Well, well, well, I'll be
damned if it isn't the pastor.

We're been trying to...

Can you hear me?

-Quiet!
-Siiri, be quiet. Out of here!

It's the sheriff.

What has happened to you?

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

You're scaring her.

Listen to me.

I won't
have this nonsense.

Jolina, look me in
the eye and answer me.

Was it the bear that did this?

We don't have all day. Was it
the killer bear or wasn't it?

Nod yes or no!

She nodded. You see
that? Michelsson?

Uh, yes. Yeah.

Well, I thought the killer
bear had been caught.

Could've been the wrong one.

But see, see that.
Those are finger marks.

Someone's held onto her,
the same way you just did.

Those could easily
be from bear claws.

Jolina. Dear child.

Please tell us.

Who attacked you in the
forest? Tell us anything?

It was a man.

You recognize him?

Was he big or small?
What was he wearing?

-Answer me, woman!
-Mr. Brahe.

This resembles
the other assault.

Hilda Wanhainen was also dragged into
a barn and nearly strangled to death.

Strangled...

Sheriff, surely you can see
the marks on her throat?

You see them?

Sheriff, you need to start
taking this seriously.

She's the second
victim this summer.

How many more girls should have to pay?

It's about time you quit your
meddling Do you hear me?!

-What happened to her?
-Jussi!

Maria!

They're all useless!

Useless...

Father...

Okay, let's get to work.

This dress is
Jolina's, isn't it?

Semen stains. On the
inside of the dress.

And here... That's fat and tar.

What could it be from?

I recognize it...
from the church.

Could be boot grease, for
polishing your Sunday shoes.

The stain is on the inside
of the dress. Why is that?

He pulls it up. And
sat on top of her.

Well done, Jussi.

There's a button missing here.

Look at this.

-Blood.
-Note the stain's shape.

The drops have spattered, so they must
have dripped from a certain height.

Yes, see that?

The blood hasn't fully permeated
the fabric. Why could that be?

It... must have
come from elsewhere?

From the assailant.

Yes, that wretch must have gotten hurt.

Yes. We, we were
just investigating...

Here.

Please don't wash the dress
until the sheriff has had a look.

But he's already left.

Then, do as you want. It
probably won't matter anyhow.

Do you think we could
speak to Jolina again?

Uh, I won't pressure her, but I might be
able to offer her some comfort and relief.

Maria, would you mind
joining us inside?

What? Why should she go in with
you? What do you need from Maria?

Mrs. Pelikka, I think Jolina
needs a friend right now.

There's no hurry.

She's going to be all right.
She just needs a bit of rest.

Did she see anything
when you found her?

Was there anyone nearby?

And yesterday, at the dance,
were you together then?

Did you notice any particular
person trying to court Jolina?

The artist... he kissed her.

And after the dance,
what did you do?

I went home.

-Alone?
-Yes.

Jolina?

I really don't know.
I went home alone.

Come in.

♪ You bore
your cross, sweet Jesus ♪

♪ The walk of death
you traveled ♪

The anguish in my heart is great.

Witness my hardship
and my suffering.

And forgive me of my sins.

Sweet Jolina.

What happened out there?

Can you describe it to Maria?

I see a wound here
on your right temple.

Mind if I push the hair back?

Did somebody pull your hair?

Mm.

And he tried to
strangle you, right?

What happened? Did he let go?

Mm. Mm.

You hit him?

The hairpin.

You stabbed him...
with your hairpin?

Can you show me where?

Here? On his left shoulder.

Thank you, Jolina. This is
very helpful information.

Did you recognize him?

He had his face covered
up with a piece of cloth.

Sleep by her side tonight, and
have Siiri guard the house.

You preach
about such sins every Sunday.

This is different.

Rape and murder.

Has the devil come to
lash out at the revival?

Could it be that you think
too highly of yourself?

Is your work so significant that the devil
would put a lustful murderer in your way?

I'm sorry. I didn't
mean to frighten you.

How is Jolina recovering?

What do you want, Roope?

Maria...

I have something to tell you.

We are to be married soon.

Your mother paid us
a visit yesterday.

She spoke with my mother
and father all evening.

They've come to an agreement
about the betrothal and the dowry.

We'll inherit the farm.

You and I will have
a good life there.

Maria, I promise to
take good care of you.

I don't want to.
And you know that.

But I'll make a good
husband. I promise you that.

No, Roope. I'm not
going to marry you.

Then who will you
marry if not me, hm?

Is it the Lapp boy?

I saw you two dancing together.
That sneaky little bastard!

Get away from me!

Get away from me!

How is the girl faring?

I don't think she can
see any visitors today.

I understand, but that's
actually not the reason we came.

The dog did a fine job of
locating Jolina yesterday.

Do you take her hunting?

For birds sometimes.

Is it all right if I
borrow her for a while?

-Has the sheriff been here yet?
-Both him and the parish constable.

I'd suggest leashing her now.

Siiri, come here. Stay there.

-What's that?
-Jolina's sweat.

Seek! Seek! Siiri, seek!

-Beronius?
-Mm.

-You were at the dance, weren't you?
-Mm.

It was a fascinating
little diversion.

What do you think
happened to that girl?

Well, uh, considering the
circumstances, seems fairly obvious.

Dance and alcohol can easily
make the blood run hotter.

If only you knew what
it's like living up here.

My husband was crazy
enough to bring us here,

but I often wonder if maybe
I'm crazier for staying.

I can imagine it must
feel rather isolating,

when you're used to a certain
level of sophistication.

Why is it that you're still
unmarried, sir, if I may?

I haven't found the
right one, unfortunately.

[twigs snap, dog barking

There's
something over here.

Do you recognize this?

Yes. Uh, that's
Jolina's hairpin.

-Blood. She used this to stab him.
-To... to stab him?

Yes. And
it saved her life.

Uh, can I keep this for now?

Look here.

See this?

-It's from her clothing.
-Yes.

He ripped her collar
to grab her throat.

I'm sorry. He...

He assaulted her here.

He might have been waiting to
ambush when she came from the dance.

Where would you have hid, Jussi,
if you were the assailant?

The breakage is fresh.

Why would one cut off
a branch? Think, Jussi!

Perhaps to get a better view.

Did he sit
here and wait, then?

Look here.

-Pencil shaving.
-Yeah. He sharpened his pencil.

He sat here and wrote and
waited for his victim.

Or he was drawing.

Thanks, both of you.

Don't let any strangers
come near Jolina.

No.

Come, Siiri. Let's go.

The assailant uses boot grease.

Given the Arctic
bell-heather in the hay-barn,

we know he's been in the
mountains fairly recently.

The artist
has been to Tromsø.

-Really? When?
-I don't know. But he said so.

Mm.

If he came here from there, then
he passed through the mountains.

Something I've been wondering about.
The assailant covers his face.

Why do you think?

He doesn't
want to be recognized.

Which could indicate
that his victims know him.

But after assaulting them,
he tries to kill them.

Why bother covering
his face, then?

Could it be that he's afraid of
confronting his victims face-to-face?

And he hides behind the mask because...
because he's a sensitive soul?

-See this here?
-A cigar.

It appears that our dear artist has
been resting here... with someone.

I'd like to stay and
think this over a bit.

Could you make your
way back alone?

You always
find the marsh Labrador tea.

Ledum palustre.

-What?
-Marsh Labrador.

I need to speak
to my mother right now.

Maria, what are you doing here?

Did you tell Roope
I would marry him?

All this loose living of
yours must be stopped.

Please, Mother, I'm begging you.

-I don't want to be with him.
-Roope is a good man.

He's very strong
and hard-working.

But, Mother, I hate him!

Well, I found a way to love
your father. You'll do as I did.

Somehow, you'll find a way.

Okay, get on with it!

Shh.

A
bear under the bed?

I was fighting
the prince of darkness.

He wants to destroy
all we've accomplished.

But we stand our ground.

Yeah.

But we feel his
presence each day.

He walks beside me.

And I'm afraid I can't stop him.

When a fox hides in the den,
he has to be smoked out.

So, say that you
know he's in there.

He might get scared and flee.
Or he might make a mistake.

Good day!

Pastor.

Hello there, Lindmark.
Back at work now?

Was your commerce
journey a successful one?

It was, thanks. A great
amount was accomplished.

How excellent.

My Jussi has become
quite the avid writer.

So, we're in need of a couple of pens
for him, or pencils, even better.

Naturally. I
have two kinds on offer.

This one here is hard. And
this one is a bit softer.

Very good. I'll take
one of each, then.

One of each?

Yes, if you don't mind

And some boot grease...
do you have any?

Uh, boot grease...
I certainly do.

Ah.

Let's see here. A quarter.

Price seems a bit high.

Oh, with grease of that quality,
you'll always walk dry-shod.

-Oh, Is that so?
-I even use it myself.

What do you know! The pastor here
is looking to buy some boot grease.

Perhaps the sheriff would be
able to attest to the quality.

How is the investigation
coming along?

The culprit appears seems to
have been a vagrant passing by.

-That so?
-They were spotted wandering in the area.

Oh, I see. But tell me.

This vagrant... could this fellow
possibly afford such fine boot grease?

What?

There were traces of
this on Jolina's clothes.

Sheriff, you inspected
her clothes, right?

-Of course, I inspected them.
-Yeah?

Then you must also be aware
that the assailant was wounded.

-The assailant was?
-Yes, a stab wound.

Jolina managed to stab the
man in his left shoulder

such that her clothes
were bloodied.

With this.

Yes. It might be good for the
villagers to hear what happened.

We could check whether anyone
has a fresh stab wound.

Yes.

And I believe that Jolina will be able to
identify the man as soon as she recovers.

Even if that man
masked his face.

I'm in charge of this
investigation, Pastor, not you.

Let's go! Now!

Father, why did you
tell everything?

Evil hides itself
in lies, Jussi.

The merciless light of the truth is
the only thing that can dispel it.

Such was the custom in the holy land
that three animals were sacrificed

to atone for the sins of man.

A bull was slaughtered in atonement
for the sins of the ministers.

A buck was also
slaughtered for the Lord.

And the blood from both of them
was smeared on another buck

that was expelled to the desert,
bearing the sins of the people.

So, this scapegoat atoned
for all their wrongs,

and so Jesus Christ died
for us on the cross.

And so it has come to pass here.

But here in Kengis, the
scapegoat is a bear.

Two girls are violated, stricken
to the ground, tormented.

And we kill a bear!

But the Lord Almighty
will not be fooled.

He knows that the
assailant lives among us.

He may even be here
in church today.

Let us pray for his soul.

Let us pray for forgiveness,
for we are all sinners.

Turn to your neighbors.

Confess your sins to them!

Do it now! Unburden your hearts!

Turn to each other!

Accept your good neighbors'
confessions! Welcome them!

Unburden your heart!
Make room for the Lord!

Make room for God!

Yes! Yes! Make room for God!

Accept your neighbor's confession!

Make room for the Lord! Make room
for God! Deliver him from the devil!

Deliver him from the devil and welcome
him to the glory of the Almighty!

Sjödahl! Confess your sin!

If you are a true Christian.

That's enough!

You're disgraceful, all of you!

Can't you see what
he's doing here?

That man calls himself
a minister of the Lord.

He takes advantage of the terrible
fates of these poor girls.

He does.

And he derides those who would fight
for the redemption of these two girls.

-That's right! He does!
-Yes, and how come?

Because what he wants is to divide
us, like the worst kind of despot!

Divide and disrupt.

-Ms. Sjödahl?
-I'm speaking now.

How dare you accuse the
good people of Kengis,

when everybody knows full well the kind
of damage a lowly vagrant can cause?

-A lowly vagrant?
-Yes!

All the evidence indicates
that poor Jolina Eliasdotter

was assaulted by a coward.

But it is hardly an appropriate
topic for a service!

-Madam Sjödahl...
-Kengis has had enough of you.

I've reported you to the church

and I've demanded that you be stripped
of your title and your duties.

-On what grounds?
-You'll find out soon enough.

From now on, I will no longer be
attending your so-called services.

And I expect everyone
here to do the same as me.

Goodbye.

Anyone who supports Kengis, leave now.

You are welcome back when you're
ready to face Jesus Christ!

It's going to
be okay. Don't worry.

It's going to be okay.

Let's do it.

I want to leave here.

If we can do it.

Well, I know that we
can do it, Jolina.

Hilda will guide us when
things gets difficult.

I know she's with us.

Tell me...

how we would do it.

First, we go south,
toward the coast.

Then we'll stay on the farms.

And we'll work there, too.

And will be together... forever.

And eventually, we'll find
a boat bound for... America.

America.

Maria.

Maria, you don't need
to sleep here anymore.

Thank you for help.

The pastor tells me he
want to speak with you.

Come in.

Yes.

Have a seat.

I've asked Jussi to take
notes, if that's all right.

About the dance we
had last Saturday.

There's nothing
wrong with dancing.

Did you worry I'd say there was?

I know that many people
talk of my severity,

but I was actually quite
fond of dancing in my youth.

Well... But one should
be wary of the dangers.

Dancing may awaken
one's carnal lust.

One's temperature rises,
just like after a sauna.

Then one might try
to cool oneself down.

May I ask Maria, you say
you walked home alone.

And you didn't see
Jolina on your way?

No.

Jussi, you said that you saw
Mr. Beronius kiss Jolina.

It wasn't him.

-Pardon?
-He's not the one who assaulted Jolina.

And how do you figure that?

Well, perhaps we'll
revisit this later.

Thanks for the talk.

By the way, I, uh...

Could I show you
something before you go?

We've planted our first solanum.

I think the meadow
needs cutting.

So, the common
name for this is potato.

The berries are poisonous.

And you eat the root
straight out of the ground.

-It tastes heavenly with butter.
-Mr. Beronius knows

how to arouse interest in a woman. He
doesn't need to resort to violence.

But the shopkeeper...

Lindmark? What happened?

He made love with Hilda.

But she didn't want to.

-Hel did?
-It was because of the debt.

Her father drank himself to death,
and he bought the liquor on credit.

Lindmark wanted what he was owed and
he threatened to take the cottage.

The sheriff helped him.

She who red herself so
her mother and brother

wouldn't be robbed
of their home.

Pastor, please don't
mention this to anyone.

No, of course, I won't.

Hilda's mother doesn't know.

It could be... that
Hilda said no...

in the end and...

He had his way with her.

And Jolina? Has he hurt her?

He's a swine! A goddamn swine!

The stones
are still hot! Come in!

Ah, nice indeed. Nice indeed.

The sauna is truly God's
greatest gift to man.

Ah.

Take of your clothes.

I should go home. I'm tired.

This will suit you well, then.

Nothing is more invigorating.

Another time.

Jussi.

Look at me when I speak to you.

You talked to Maria?

She explained why she didn't
think Beronius assaulted Jolina.

-Why's that?
-Some men are skilled at winning a woman.

Why won't you undress?

Isn't shyness virtuous?

There mustn't be shyness
between father and son.

And shame is another thing.

Is there anything you're
keeping from me, Jussi?

No.

It was you who sat behind the uprooted
tree in the forest, wasn't it?

I saw crushed
marsh Labrador tea.

You're the only one who uses
it to ward off mosquitoes.

You sat and spied on the
artist and Maria making love.

The cigar gave him away,
and you gave her away.

Don't think I haven't noticed
your cold stares, Jussi.

I know that you're fond of her.

Since the dance, all I've
see is jealousy in your eyes.

I saw them.

I'm sorry.

It must have felt hard.

That she chose another.

What did you do then?

I went home.

Did you really?

And Jolina, you saw nothing?

The attack happened not
far from where you were.

-Father...
-I sensed your anguish

when we examined the
scene of the assault.

I saw your fear when
I found the hairpin.

And I recognized it from
the bog when we found Hilda.

Father, surely you don't...

-I haven't done anything!
-Oh, Almighty Lord, let it not be so.

I need an answer,
Jussi. Was it you?

-No!
-Did she have to pay for Maria's betrayal?

-No! For Christ's sake, no!
-I need you to tell me, Jussi!

Did she stab you? Did she
stab you with her hairpin?

Jussi...

Oh, forgive me.

Siiri?

Siiri?

Siiri!

No! No, no, Jolina!

No! No!