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Hulda, report.

Road accident, male fatality.

Corner of...

Hulda.

She hit him with her car.

You really think so, Leifur?

That's some great work.

Case closed.

I-I already questioned her.

It's Marta, isn't it?

I'm Detective Inspector Hulda.

I need to ask you a few questions.

What you were doing before the accident?

I was just at home.

And your full name and where you live?

Marta Bjarnadottir. Vesturbaer.

This is a little bit out of your way, isn't it?

Yes, I was going to Hagkaup

because we needed milk, and this was the only one open.

I already told the other officer.

Yeah, y-you-you can tell me now.

Ah.

Do you remember what speed you were going?

-I wasn't speeding. -Mm-hmm.

He came out from between the two cars, and...

it was an accident.

-Any drugs? -No.

-Medication? -No.

What's going to happen to me?

I'm going to need to examine your car,

and I'm going to need your consent

to take a blood test.

Is that okay?

Yeah, that's fine.

And then I'm going to have someone take you home.

I'll get in touch

if we have any further questions.

Do you have children?

Yeah.

I have two boys.

Mmm.

Made you some coffee.

Wonderful.

You better get it before it disappears.

That's mine. You're okay?

Yeah-- mm, rough night.

Bringing this to my man.

Ah.

You're a godsend.

I heard. Dead at the scene, right?

Yeah. The woman who hit him, Marta Bjarnadottir,

says he ran out in front of the car.

No witnesses.

-Any cameras in the area? -No.

Sounds pretty straightforward.

Hmm.

Is there a problem?

The victim Atli Karlsson--

he was a registered pedophile.

Don't you think that complicates things?

Well...

there's one less pedophile in Iceland to worry about.

All I need is some time to look into it.

So, uh, what is this, a bribe?

Well, it feels wrong, don't you think? And it's just...

Okay, stop. Just stop.

Jesus, you're giving me a headache.

Hulda, you retire

in a few months.

Go on desk duty.

Take an easy ride out.

You don't need to follow up on this crap.

Leave the trash for the rest of us to take out.

I'm sorry, am I having a senior moment?

Did I forget how to do my job?

That wasn't what I meant.

Sounded like it was.

It was a suggestion, that's all.

Just think about it.

There's no need for you to be running all over the place

if you don't need to be.

I can still run faster than you.

You're out of breath just from eating a pastry.

Okay, off you fuck.

And what about Atli?

Who?

The pedophile.

God's sakes. Fine.

Wrap it up quickly, okay?

Yeah.

Score.

Excellent police work.

Excellent police work.

Police Records. How can I help?

Yeah, I need bank and phone records

for Atli Karlsson.

With a "C?"

No, with a "K."

Uh, date of birth?

October '81.

Okay, I'll email it to you.

Yeah, thank you. Thanks.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm picking up for Jon Jonsson.

-My husband. -Okay.

Uh, sorry,

has he taken this medication before?

Yeah, yeah, he has angina.

-Ah, I see. Okay. -Okay.

-Just making sure. -Yeah.

Uh, it'll be a few minutes.

Sure.

So just be careful. Just stay on the pathway, guys.

We're walking on a frozen river right now.

Actually, a month ago, this was all filled with water here.

But glaciers are always on the move,

and gravity pulls everything downhill,

so just keep on walking.

Are you okay?

There's somebody in the ice.

Ah.

You look beautiful.

- Mm. - Ah...

Not tonight.

Oh, let's see.

Then when?

I'm here all day.

I don't get to bury my head in the sand.

What did you do that for?

'Cause you're annoying me.

That is the last refill.

So stop working yourself up.

You need to go back to the doctor.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh.

Ah. My friend is here.

Yeah. Come. Come on.

Good. Yeah.

- Yeah. - This is why it keeps coming back.

Stop feeding it. It's not our dog.

Aw... Yes.

-So, we're an animal shelter now. -Yeah, yeah.

-Good, good. -You know, that Petur guy is--

he's so creepy.

He's not creepy.

-Shh. -Oh, yes, he is, and he can afford

to, uh, feed his own pet.

I think he is.

I'll take Moa home.

Here. Come.

Moa.

Here. Come.

Petur? Here.

Oh... Uh, sorry.

Hulda...

I'm sorry. I'm-I'm-I'm so sorry.

It's-it's just the dog.

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.

Sorry, I...

Oh, yes.

It's fine.

I thought you were tired.

I have some work I need to finish.

I'll try not to wake you.

Hulda, do you receive?

10-10, looking for an assist.

Hulda. Copy.

Isn't there someone there who can handle it?

You might want to deal with this yourself.

Copy.

Have a good night.

-I want you to take me home. -I am.

No, to my home.

-What the hell's going on? -Oh, no!

I don't want Dad to see.

I didn't need you to come get me.

I'm sorry that you have a family that cares about you.

Why have you even kept it like this?

Don't you want an office?

I don't want an office.

I want you.

You should try and get some sleep.

We can talk tomorrow.

Okay.

Dimma?

How'd she go?

Wasn't easy, but we got her out.

One, two...

I wonder where she fell into the ice.

Dozens of water swells around here.

Hulda.

-Hi. Uh... -Hi.

Yeah, I saw you driving out

and I just thought maybe it'd be better

if I came over and, you know, just...

ripped the Band-Aid off, maybe.

So, last night, wow.

That was pretty embarrassing, wasn't it?

Yeah. Um-um, Petur,

I'm sorry. I truly am sorry, and-and, um...

I obviously didn't know.

I'm sorry.

I, I felt a little bit like a teenager

whose parents had just come home.

I'm so embarrassed. I'm...

really, truly sorry, and you must apologize to your...

Friend.

Just a friend.

- Now, look, um... - Uh...

M-Moa...

would be devastated

if you were to start avoiding us now.

So, you know, please don't do that.

Hi, Jon.

Petur.

Hi.

- Okay. See you. - See you later.

Hey.

Hello.

- Marta? - Yeah.

- Hi. Hulda Hermannsdottir. - Hi.

- Can I come up? - Yeah.

Go on.

I have some questions about the accident.

Okay.

Uh, why don't we start

with what happened again.

I was going to Hagkaup,

and...

he ran out from between the cars,

and I didn't have time to...

He was just there.

-And that's everything? -I called the police.

And you came.

I have evidence to suggest that this wasn't an accident.

Atli Karlsson

taught violin.

Private lessons.

I have bank records.

Payments into his account

from you.

Fifteen transactions.

The final one was made last week.

It's my son Emil.

Uh, he was having music lessons,

but we don't have money for that now.

Marta,

you knew the victim.

But it was...

This doesn't prove anything.

Not a thing.

Marta, I know bad people.

I've dealt with enough of them,

and I don't think that's you.

I think you...

...for whatever reason,

believed you were doing the right thing, so I...

I need you to help me understand, okay?

It's Emil.

He's only 10.

And...

...Atli.

He...

He touched him.

He's just a little boy.

Why didn't you come to the police?

I couldn't do that.

Put him through that, everyone knowing.

Online.

In the papers.

It would have...

This man.

He ruins... children's lives.

He had already went to prison.

And it didn't stop him.

He just got out and found another boy.

My boy.

The police didn't stop him.

Jail didn't stop him.

I did.

Because he is my son.

And it's my job to protect him.

And I was sending him

to that monster for many months.

Am I under arrest?

No.

No, I-I don't know.

I don't know.

Uh...

Not yet anyway.

What's new?

Found a dead tourist.

Mm, no way.

Mm-hmm.

Let me guess.

Reynisfjara Beach.

Nope. Kotlujokull.

Some Asian found her.

Jesus Christ.

Tourists treat this country like it's Disneyland.

I know, right? Signs and fences mean the same fucking thing.

Tour group found a girl at one of the glaciers.

Sounds like a fall.

God forbid they have to do their jobs.

Oh, hey, have you seen my new Harley?

-No. -No.

It's a Fat Boy.

Oh, Fat Boy for fat boy.

Hey!

Alexander, someone is here for you.

Now I've already said I can't share that information.

You need to listen.

That was my friend! She's...

-I don't know where. -I know.

-I heard you the first-- -I come to you.

No, no.

You tell me.

Her name Katja Popova.

Please.

People at hostel say you found girl.

Everyone say.

So look.

And tell me.

-I already said-- I-I can't-- -Look.

Is it her?

Hey, M wants to see you.

Yeah, I'll just be another moment.

-Look... -Is it?

I've already told you I can't share that information

right now. Understand?

Leave or I'll have you removed.

Do you want your son to see that?

Fuck you! Asshole, pig!

Mama.

I know, baby. Mama shouldn't have said that.

- What was that? - What?

Seriously, Alexander. I'm not fucking around.

What was that?

She thinks it was her friend at the glacier.

-And? -And what?

Why didn't you get her to identify the body?

Because by the time she's defrosted,

the only identification will be through dental records.

You'll be in the raisin ranch by then.

Hey, hey!

Wait a second. Wait! Wait!

I'm a detective.

Look, please, I want to help.

Just come back inside.

I can take a formal statement.

I tell him Katja missing.

I come here and say, two week before.

You reported her missing?

Yes. Police don't care.

I do. Okay? I care.

I...

Uh, j-just, uh, just come back inside.

No one care when we die.

No one.

What do you mean?

Hey!

-What do you mean? -Leave us alone.

Katja Popova, Katja Popova, Katja Popova.

Alexander, you must be so proud of yourself.

Here's the file. This girl is dead.

And this was the work you did to prevent it.

Elena Dubrovsky filed this weeks ago.

Hey, this has nothing to do with you.

-Is this about the tourist? -No.

Yeah, I'm still working that case...

No. Katja Popova wasn't a tourist...

Hey, one at a time, one at a time.

The pathologist identified her

from the antemortem records in her immigration file.

She entered Iceland seeking asylum.

You spoke to them?

He ignored a key witness.

You're a piece of work, you know that?

Katja Popova.

Her friend filed a missing person's report.

I responded to the situation as I was required to,

in exactly the same way Hulda would have done

had the situation been reversed.

I did what I was supposed to do.

I did my job.

Yeah, congrats, you did the bare fucking minimum.

Hulda, that's enough.

Inside.

Elena...

the woman who submitted this,

I spoke to her.

There was no follow-up.

There was no risk assessment of the disappearance.

There's not even a picture of the girl attached to the file.

This report was submitted two weeks ago.

And now she's dead.

Whoa, you're saying that's somehow my fault?

What I'm saying is it doesn't matter if it was an accident.

It was never followed up on.

I want the case.

Put me on the case.

Fucking unbelievable.

Magnus, if the press get wind of this,

they're gonna hammer you harder than Jesus.

It will be a PR nightmare.

At best they'll say the department's

misogynistic, that we're incompetent,

that we don't listen to women.

Get ahead of it.

Put me on the case.

Uh...

Hulda will play lead.

But this is your last case.

-Understood? -Mm-hmm.

-Copy that. -Copy that.

Her retirement can't come soon enough.

What about the, uh, the jogger?

Nothing yet.

Still looking into it.

This is Elena.

Please leave message.

Mr. Cretu won't be long.

-Okay. -He's expecting you.

-Hello. -Hi.

In here.

Katja was a journalist.

The Kremlin

launched a full-fledged witch hunt on independent media.

She was persecuted, beaten.

And she fled here.

What did the two of you talk about?

Her case.

Her family, how she missed them.

Her father was ill and she was worried

about not seeing him again.

She felt like she had somehow betrayed them

by leaving Russia.

Okay.

And can you tell me about her mental state?

Nothing alarming that I saw, but...

you never know.

Do you think she could've killed herself?

It certainly happens.

Applying for asylum,

the journey,

it's a marathon psychologically and, uh...

not everyone is made out for that.

I'll try and summarize.

We applied for subsidiary protection in February.

Katja had an interview in April.

And it went to the Directorate of Immigration

shortly thereafter.

Was her visa going to be approved?

It was approved weeks ago.

And she knew this?

I believe she was going to keep it to herself.

She had a friend that was waiting.

Elena Dubrovsky.

Yeah.

Why would someone who just had their visa approved

take their own life?

That's your question, not mine.

Her friend Elena, how's her application?

We're still waiting for an answer there.

Uh, it's tough being Russian.

Elena's volatile.

She's, uh, a single mom.

She's alone. She's, uh...

eh, the struggle's real.

Yeah?

I'm really sorry, but Lucila's here.

Okay, thank you.

Any further questions?

-Did you ever take her hiking? -Oh, please

understand that I'm way too busy

to be wading in foot-deep snow with my clients.

Thank you.

There's no sign of sexual assault.

And the cause of death?

Well, the initial impact point was her head.

But there's significant post-mortem trauma.

The body is ready.

How long was she out there?

A day, a week.

The ice preserved her.

But how long to freeze like that?

Faster than you'd think.

Any backpack?

Not that anyone found.

Got to warn you, she's, uh,

not in good shape.

She's gone through the freeze-thaw process.

Anything else?

Mm, fractures in the fingers of her right hand

suggest a fall. Maybe.

You're gonna want to wear that. She's, uh, decomposing fast.

She's very clean.

No dirt under her fingernails.

Or on her body.

That's strange.

She's gone through

the rinse-wash cycle of a glacier.

No calluses, no blisters under her feet.

- Mm-mm. - She wasn't a hiker.

Any indication of suicide?

Her medical records are back in Russia.

We don't know if she had depression

or history of mental health issues.

And without knowing the launch point,

if she left anything behind--

was she pushed, did she trip, did she jump?

I don't have an answer.

What were you doing on that glacier?

What were you doing on that glacier?

Can you tell me why you're dressed like Tenzing Norgay?

Going up the glacier.

I want to establish a launch point.

I don't think she fell, so maybe she was pushed.

Maybe she left something behind.

You know her visa was approved?

I don't care.

If you go to the field, you take someone with you.

Do you know how dangerous it is to be up here alone?

I know, that's why you're coming with me.

Let's go. Okay.

Shit.

How is this going to help?

There are channels, under the glacier.

Like giant water slides.

I know what goddamn meltwater is.

But most of them go nowhere, things get stuck in them, but...

if we can find out

where they all flow to the outlet,

maybe we can narrow down where she went in.

So I'll throw these down and we'll see where they end up.

That's littering.

You given much thought to your retirement?

-What you want to do? -Yeah.

I thought I'd knit you a "fuck the patriarchy" sweater.

You know it doesn't just affect you.

I have to make some changes in the department.

And I have to, uh, bring in someone else.

And consider your leaving...

I have to take care of the...

the goddamned department there. Watch it!

Just a little bit further.

Ah!

Hulda!

Fuck. Ugh.

You can say it.

Thank you.

I think I will.

Told you so.

This is Elena. Please leave message.

212 to Dispatch.

Go ahead, 212.

We're on-site at Skeljanes Viewpoint.

One adult female appears to be deceased.

Can we get an ambulance?

Received, 212.

Ambulance on its way. Have you attempted CPR?

Negative, Dispatch.

212, is there a child? A boy, maybe seven?

Negative. No child found in the vicinity.

Shit. Hey, stop her. It's an overdose.

It will trigger her. You know what she's like.

Is it the Russian girl?

-Is it? Did-did you find Elena? -Hulda.

Hulda, I need you to go back to the car.

Who are you talking about?

The Russian with the kid. Elena. Is it her?

What? No.

It's not suspicious, okay? Do you understand?

It's nothing to do with you.

It's just some nut taking the easy way out

and fucking up my night.

Turn your hearing aids on. I said piss off.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there.

-Hulda, easy, easy there. -That's someone's kid.

Are you fucking crazy?

You're done, Hulda!

It's someone's kid.

-Easy, boy. -Crazy.

Hey, there.

Dimma.

Your mom's here.

How's your leg?

-It's fine. -Good.

I didn't even know her.

That girl.

Who I got in a fight with, at the bar.

-She called me a slut. -What?

Like, what a mean fucking thing to say to someone

-you don't even know. -She wanted attention.

It just made me so angry

that there are people who suck that much.

That can be that fucking arbitrarily cruel.

Just don't engage.

What's going on? Talk to me.

I'm...

I get so afraid sometimes

that I'm not feeling things properly.

Like I'm wrong.

Like the wrong shape or something.

-No, baby. -I don't know.

-You're not the wrong shape. -Yeah.

Just next time, walk away.

'Cause that's what you'd do, right?

You'd just walk away?

-I just want to help you. -Yeah.

Thanks.

I think I should get back.

-I love you. -Yeah. I love you.

♪Now crawl to life ♪

♪But speak so careful ♪

♪Those whitened forces ♪

♪Descent unstable ♪

♪Come alive ♪

♪Fallen wild sons ♪

♪Fall. ♪