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Ruth?

Are you home?

Ruth? Are you hungry?

I'm making food, do you want some?

-This can't be right...
-What?

Simon lives here.

Simon Follnes, a colleague.
Our colleague.

She's been living in a commune.
They hadn't seen her since yesterday.

I guess she wanted to be found
by her mom and dad.

Simon...

Simon...

No!

VARG VEUM
FALLEN ANGELS

Insurance fraud. In Poland.

Varg!

I haven't seen you in ages.

-Are you doing okay?
-Yes. And you guys?

Good. Very good.

I work a lot,
and things are going great for Jacob.

You haven't changed a bit.

-Rebecca?
-Coming.

-Say hello to him from me.
-I will.

They're playing at Verftet tonight.
Do you want to come?

I have work to do. Maybe next time.

You haven't changed much either.

You came!

The next song is about
what we want,-

-who we want and how we want it...

-He seems to be enjoying himself.
-He's good on stage.

Remember the Jane's Addiction
concert in London?

Jacob was standing next to us.
He leaned over and he said:

"That's me in a few years."

Look, there's the PI.
Did we do something wrong?

Hello, Jacob.

We must've done something wrong.
You never show up when invited.

-It's really good to see you.
-You too.

-What did you think?
-Great.

Don't lie,
I know it's not your style.

Varg!

-Am I interrupting the bonding?
-We're talking about old times.

-You're coming out with us, right?
-Of course.

We need to make up for lost time!

You guys go ahead.
I'll have a smoke with Varg.

-Now what? A tour?
-Yes.

-How long?
-Eight weeks.

What does she say about that?

She's cheating on me.

-Has she said that?
-No, I just know.

-You just know?
-No...

I think I know. That's the problem.

And I can't take it any longer.
I need to know.

-Forget it, Jacob.
-But that's what you do, isn't it?

Are you seeing anyone?

Then you'd understand how I feel.

Hello! I don't see you for years
and now twice in a week.

Are you following me or what?

Are you spying on me? Fuck you!

It's Jacob, isn't it?

I felt like I owed him a favor.
It's fucking stupid. Sorry.

He can be very convincing.

But I didn't think
he would go this far.

It seems like he had his reasons.

What do you know of relationships?
I just have to get away sometimes.

You're lurking around, taking photos,
and the truth is in that?

It was stupid of me.

Are you getting paid by the hour?

I remember you taking many pictures.
You ordered us around.

You lined us up in the cemetery with
turned-up collars and a dark looks.

You get to do that when you're 20 and
straight out of photography class.

-Are these yours?
-Yes. Do you like them?

-You should make more of these.
-I know.

But with this house, I to have
to continue with anorexic models.

Do you ever think about London?

That things
could have been different?

It was a mistake.

We shouldn't even talk about it.

Don't you ever think about me?

-I have to go.
-Then go.

You have to understand.
You were with my best friend.

I'm sorry. That was out of line.

Tell me about you. You don't meet
a private investigator every day.

Don't do this again.

You're married to Jacob.

It's not about that. Not anymore.

You're just afraid.

Come on!

-Nothing?
-Looks bad.

He stayed on the gravel. No tracks.

It's a nice house, huh?

Perfect location too.

What were you doing here?

I was working.

She was the wife of a friend.
He suspected her of cheating on him.

I didn't think
you worked on dirty cases.

I just wanted to calm him down.
Show him that he was wrong.

Was he wrong?

And she was alone?

What about the car?

Dark. Black...
Or maybe it was blue. Station wagon.

Can you come inside?

What was the last thing you saw?

She was limp like a doll.
He must have knocked her out.

No signs of a struggle, but she must
have fought back before he hung her.

The only thing I've found is this.

He attacked her from behind.
Thumb here, the other fingers here.

What's that?

The beginning of a bruise.

From a mask.

He sedated her first. Why?

The white dress...

-Did she wear that earlier today?
-No.

Did you see her change into it?

Have you spoken to Jacob?
Her husband?

He'll be questioned in Oslo today
and will fly home tomorrow.

They said that you found her.
Was she...

There's nothing to indicate
that she suffered.

This doesn't fucking happen...
Hanged!

What about what I asked you to do?

-Does it matter now?
-More now than ever.

I didn't see anything.

Are you sure?

I suspected her for no reason.

-Can I take you somewhere?
-I just want to go home.

-The police are still there, so...
-I want to go home.

I'm really glad you're here.

Aren't you going to answer?

Are you here on official business?

This is Ruth Follnes,
the daughter of a colleague.

We thought it was suicide
until yesterday.

-Two identical murders.
-For now it is two, yes.

One thing is off. Rebecca had sex
before the murder, but Ruth didn't.

The question is: Are we way off
for trying to find a connection?

Or is your testimony flawed?

-Rebecca wasn't alone.
-No...?

Then who was she with?

With me.

Now I'm here on official business.

Are you an idiot,
or do you think I am?

-What happens now?
-Now I'm sitting here thinking...

...about whether or not
to arrest you for false testimony.

Then why don't you?

-It's a pretty normal fantasy.
-Arresting a man for false testimony?

Sleeping with your friend's wife.

But unlike you,
we have some self-discipline.

-How long has this been going on?
-It's not what you think.

Now I'm curious.

We slept together many years ago,
after a wild night out drinking.

It shouldn't have happened.

-Since, we've barely been in touch.
-Until yesterday.

Some red wine and old memories,
and it's full steam ahead?

I didn't know you were
so passionate, Veum.

Jacob's been having
a hard time lately.

-Is it possible that...
-...we don't tell him about you two?

This a murder investigation. I don't
give a fuck about your sex life.

If it wasn't sex or sadism...

What does he get out of it?

-Are you asking me?
-I'm asking you.

There's something about
the way he hangs them.

So white, clean and innocent.

It's quite theatrical.

Like he's trying to say something.

Unusual way to communicate.

Killing might not be the main point,
but a means to an end.

-What would that be?
-At least he works for an audience.

Yes, he's considerate of the victims.
A gentleman for sure.

Do you know how he drugged them?

With Rebecca it was gas,
with Ruth it was pills.

Enough to knock out a Shetland pony.

What kind of pills?

-You're on sick leave, Simon.
-I would like to help.

That's not a good idea.
Go to home your wife instead.

She's already started working.

It's worse sitting
at home staring at the wall.

Is there anything I can do?

Talk to Syversen,
but nothing related to this case.

It was lithium.
The pills were lithium.

They were supposed to help
with the mood swings.

-Do you recognize her?
-Rebecca. She's here quite often.

-"Is here"? In what way?
-As a guest, of course.

Did she often spend the night here?

Maybe once a month.
Mostly weekends.

Alone?

I've never seen her bring anybody.
There are some rumors, but...

Yeah, I don't know.
She doesn't seem like the type.

What about this girl?

-Have you seen her with Rebecca?
-No.

What's wrong with her? Is she sick?

Excuse me... Do you know a Ruth
who lived in a commune here?

-Are you from the police?
-No.

-A journalist, then?
-No.

Then what do you want?

I don't really have time.
I'm going to work.

-Why did she move?
-It didn't work out.

She was all screwed up,
so we threw her out.

-A long time ago?
-Three weeks ago.

Do you know
where she's been since then?

I guess she's been sleeping around.

What was her problem?

-Are you sure you're not a cop?
-Do I look like one?

Press play.

She stopped taking her medication.
She said the pills made her fat.

She just got crazier and crazier.
I almost got scared in the end.

-Why did you record this?
-To show her.

I thought if she could see it,
maybe she would understand.

Did she have a diagnosis?

Manic-depressive.

The treatment worked well,
if you ask the parents.

Her friend said she skipped her
medication and was very destructive.

A kind of sexual self-harm.

Barred from several clubs.
Went to bed with anyone for drugs.

The footprint.
Have you found anything?

-A standard army boot.
-Very common footwear.

But there's damage here, see?
And the sole is worn on the side.

He's spying on his victims.
This means they're carefully chosen.

-Fallen angels...
-What?

Like in the Bible. The fallen angels
were thrown out of heaven.

Pure and elevated, but corrupted
when they abused their free will.

-Did you join a cult or something?
-No, no...

What if the killer sees himself
as a divine executioner?

He sees it as his duty to kill women,
promiscuous women.

-Was Ruth a prostitute?
-According to the killer, yes.

And Rebecca?

Rebecca used to stay at Park Hotel.

-Every so often.
-Do you know who I'm thinking about?

-Did you know?
-Eric Clapton.

He lost his son
and he wrote some beautiful songs.

I think that helped him a lot.

I don't have
the energy to work at all.

Jacob... Did you know
that she used to stay there?

Sometimes she left, sometimes I left.

Isn't that how relationships work?

You must have wondered
what she was doing, right?

-There were rumors at the hotel.
-Should I start having doubts now?

You said it yourself.
It doesn't matter.

Rebecca's dead,
and I'm a paranoid idiot.

We had fun, the three of us.

We did.

Do you want to go and get a beer?

Only if you can.

Find the bastard who did it.

Let's meet a popular man...

Here he comes, mommy!

Please welcome Johnny Solheim!

-Hello, Johnny!
-Hello, dad!

You've released your second album,
"Good To Be Back".

Why did you choose that title?

Well, I went to America
to record the album there.

You were in Nashville, right?

...came in as number one.

-Come on, mommy!
-I'm coming.

Stine? Have you been in the garden?

No. Come on!

You didn't come back
from America alone.

Johnny bought an old car there.
A Chevy '77.

-An Impala, yes.
-Right.

A reliable source says it's rusty
and has a cracked seat.

-Why buy a car like that?
-It's a piece of Nashville.

I have to watch myself,
so the wife doesn't lock me out.

You can sleep in the car.
It's spacious.

Good luck. Johnny Solheim!

You missed everything, mommy.

Mommy!

Mommy?

Stine! Stine!

Veum... Your theory of fallen angels,
we can just forget that now.

Hamre called me.

It's Johnny...

Johnny?

You need to come home.

It is Stine...

We don't have anything,
we don't know anything.

A ghost just passed through here.

We know a lot about him.
He's intelligent and organized.

He has to do this. It's a task
he has do while he still can.

You don't say.

This is still about guilt.
The dresses...

She was eight years old, Veum.

The only thing she was guilty of,
was being born.

Go home now.

-Varg?
-I've done something stupid, Jacob.

-We need to talk.
-In the middle of the night?

-I'm getting up early tomorrow.
-I have to tell you something.

-Can we do it tomorrow?
-Forget it.

Varg! Wait.

I was freaking out. You have
no idea what I'm going through.

I needed someone to be with me.
I miss her so much.

It's so fucking sad.

Sad? Do you want to know
something sad?

An eight-year-old
was murdered the same way.

Johnny Solheim's daughter.
Now that's sad.

Stine?

-Do you know Johnny Solheim?
-We played together.

-Before we were famous.
-Johnny was in your band?

He was our guitarist for a while.
But it didn't work out.

Ruth Follnes. Does that name
mean anything to you?

No. Who is she?

-Were you sleeping, Hamre?
-No, who can do that now?

Johnny Solheim
played guitar in Camp.

Two victims are linked to the band.
He's after their loved ones.

Like you said,
Stine was only guilty of being born.

Fuck, the murder
was revenge over Johnny.

-How do Simon and Anita fit in?
-I don't know, but there's something.

The next victim is among
the people closest to Harry or Arild.

We will organize protection.
All men will be armed.

Is this completely safe? Trude wants
to be at home with the girls.

I understand that,
but the point is to behave normally.

You can trust these guys.

-Do you know anything else?
-I'm afraid not.

-Hi, Harry. How are you guys doing?
-I don't know. This is crazy.

Yes, it is.

-Have you talked to everyone?
-Not Johnny Solheim.

He got sleeping pills
from the doctor. He's in shock.

-None of them knew Simon and Anita.
-What do Simon and Anita say?

-They had hardly heard of...
-Camp?

-Everybody's heard of Camp.
-No, not everybody.

-We're watching Harry's parents.
-What about Arild?

His mother is dead, no siblings.
His father in Brazil has been warned.

-Other than that, he's single.
-Everyone has someone.

Hello, Varg.

You disappeared suddenly last time.
You got a nice text message.

Is there anything you haven't said?

Is she married? A minor? Is it a man?

Are you willing to risk her life
because of some secret?

Her family is religious.
She's terrified of what can happen...

If they find out we're dating, she'll
be married to some pig in Pakistan.

No one knows about us.
We've been careful.

Have you met her recently?
Because he'll know about you.

What's her name?

-I can't...
-What's her name?

-Noor.
-And where is she now?

She teaches adults at Fana college.
Evening classes.

Call her. Call her,
and I'll head over there now.

-Hello, baby. Finally!
-I had my phone on silent.

-Is everything okay?
-Yes, why?

-Do you have people around you?
-Most of them have left. What is it?

The police showed up.

They think Rebecca's killer
might be after you too.

-He's after wives and girlfriends.
-You didn't tell anyone, did you?

Listen to me. Come to my place,
and we'll talk about it.

-I love you.
-Love you too.

Hello?

Noor?

Hello?

Noor!

Arild? Call her. Now!

Come on, out of the way.

-Is he armed?
-I don't know.

Armed police,
we're unblocking the door!

Confirm you've understood!

I repeat, we're unblocking the door!
Confirm you've understood!

-What are you doing here?
-I heard you had caught him.

Door is clear. Come out
with your hands above your head.

-Put the gun down!
-Simon? Put the gun down.

I'll count to three. One... Simon?

Who are you?

Who are you?!

She's mute.
She works here as a cleaner.

-We've searched the entire building.
-Do it again.

-At least now there's no doubt.
-No. It's the band he wants.

-And he needs an audience.
-Yes, he's avenging something.

Something they've done.

What are you not telling me? Simon?

-Are you talking to me?
-Yes.

The murders are punishments, right?

What did you do to deserve that?

What do you mean?

What's so secret that you'd
rather have people killed?

You're going too far, Veum.

Susanne and Elisabeth,
it's time for bed.

I've already said everything I know.

He's taken everyone else, Harry.
Your wife or your daughters are next.

-We've got surveillance, so...
-For how long? The rest of your life?

He'll do it sooner or later.

Are you protecting someone?
Or is it someone you're afraid of?

-Is it about money?
-We didn't make money back then.

"Back then"? When, Harry?

Before your breakthrough?
Before Johnny left the band?

Tell me what happened.

You should talk to Jacob.
You guys are friends.

You know how he manipulates
everyone around him.

-Is he manipulating you?
-No. I don't know. No.

-But I don't want to...
-What do you not want?

-What is it?
-Nothing.

Jacob Åsen is here.
He wants his wife's wedding ring.

TRACES OF SPERM
SEX BEFORE MURDER

You said
she hadn't been sexually assaulted.

No, she hadn't.

So what does that mean?

I had to you suspended, Simon.

I had no choice. You understand that.

What were you thinking in there?

I wasn't thinking at all.
I just snapped.

You've been under terrible pressure.
We'll take that into consideration.

I'm sorry.

Something happened back then
that explains the murders.

Harry asked me
to talk to you about it.

Jacob... What are you so afraid of?

I've written a speech for Rebecca.

I wanted to say
everything she deserves to hear.

To thank her for being so patient.

But I can't do it.

That she was smart, funny,
whimsical and amazing.

They're all out there,
her mother, her whole family.

That's what they need to hear,
not that you fucked her.

You didn't have the courage
to take her, but went behind my back.

For how long? For how long, I asked?

-Do you know when he'll wake up?
-In a couple of hours at best.

Maybe not until tomorrow.

-Did you cook?
-Yes.

Would you like some bread or salad?

She would have become just like you.

There's something I have to tell you.

-I've done things...
-Simon.

I know how much you loved her.

But now we have to move on.
Do you understand?

You are all I have. Simon...

You know that.

Yes, I do.

It's been three years!

It's been three years...

-Do we have anything to go on?
-There were no cameras there.

-So he knew the place?
-Or was lucky.

This killer doesn't rely on luck.
Everything is planned and methodical.

We have the whole picture,
but we can't see shit.

Are you the ones
going in the police car?

The car is over here.

THE BEGINNING

-Isachsen, it's Veum.
-He's taken the twins! Shit!

-Let's go then.
-This is crazy.

-Then what do you suggest?
-That we go to the police.

He kills Stine and gets a few years
in prison? No fucking way!

-Are you just looking for revenge?
-Do I want revenge?

He sneaks into my house
and kills my eight-year-old daughter.

Yes, I fucking want revenge.

When he gets out, do you think
he will have forgotten about you?

And your twins?

He needs to be stopped.

I've already spoken to the police.

The report said you found her.
You seemed to keep a clear head.

-Yes, that's who I am.
-Do you know anything about knots?

-Do you know anything about knots?
-No.

Because if you did,
you'd know that this is all wrong.

Strange, huh?

The other snares were professional,
but this one is completely wrong.

Please leave.

The day you found her...

She wasn't getting better, was she?

She didn't take her medication,
and she was worse than ever.

And one day,
she couldn't take it anymore.

She went home, took some pills
and committed suicide.

Simon is blaming
the band for something.

What did they do to her?
Anita... What did they do to her?

She worshiped him. The lead singer.

Simon forbade her to go
to the concert, he was afraid.

He works with these things,
and he knew what might happen.

And what happened?

I was waiting
in the kitchen all night.

Simon was driving around
looking for her.

About 5 o'clock in the morning
he found her.

In a bus shed.
She was completely apathetic.

She didn't say anything.
Didn't answer any questions.

She went to bed immediately
when she got home.

I finally got her to tell me.

She'd ended up with the band
after the concert.

She had been given some pills...

...and they had...

They had...

All four of them.

Grown men.

She hadn't even turned 15...

I promised her one thing.

"Don't tell daddy!"

There must be
something else we can do.

Jacob,
you can't tell me you're in on this.

It was my fault!

If I hadn't said anything...

Anita. There are two little kids
out there. Two little kids.

I don't know anything.
I can't help you.

You've reached Jan Isachsen...

Open the door and get in.

You tried to protect your daughter,
but it still went wrong.

It's not too late to turn back.
Hamre is still alive.

What happened?

What happened, Simon?

Your daughter committed suicide
because you weren't there for her.

They were four grown men.
One by one.

That's what killed her.

Throw it out!

You heard me! Out!

Throw it out!

Get out of the car, now!

He's got Varg.

What do we do with Varg?

We don't have a choice.
Let's take him.

What are you doing?
Look at me, Jacob.

Are you going to kill me?

How are you going to kill me?
Shoot me in the back of the head?

How will you get rid of the bodies?

If you bury us, there's always
some dog that will dig us up.

-You can dump me in the sea...
-I didn't ask for this.

Some little girl four years ago...
How can you avoid it?

Stop raping 14-year-olds!

It wasn't rape.

And we didn't know she was 14.

She was in on it.

What do you think will happen
if this comes out?

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve any of this.

What happens now?

You regret what you have done
and shoot yourself with your weapon.

What do we do with Varg?

Jacob, you can't...

-Everyone will think it was him.
-Are you out of your mind?

You do it.

I wouldn't do that.

Not if you want to see
your daughters again.

-What do you mean?
-Have you checked your phone?

-He's bluffing.
-Check your phone.

-Where are they?
-They're alive.

But not for long if I die.

If he had them,
he would already have killed them.

I forgot the dresses.

Tell me where they are!

-Now!
-Or you will shoot me?

Tell me where they are!

-Harry! I'll find your girls!
-The next shot will be in your thigh!

-Harry!
-Tell me where they are!

Okay, okay. Come here, I'll tell you.

Come here, I'll whisper it.

-Don't listen to him.
-Shut up!

-What's he saying?
-Do whatever you want with me.

It's the only way.

Harry...

Harry...

-What are you doing?
-Ruth was in love with you.

I said we should go to the police,
but you wouldn't listen.

-Why do you never listen to me?
-Drop the gun, Harry.

-Harry! I know where your girls are!
-I'm the only one who knows that.

There's only one place they can be.

-Then tell me where they are!
-Call the police and I'll tell you.

-If you don't obey, they will die.
-Who do you trust, him or me?

Shoot Jacob.

-Him or me?
-Shoot Jacob!

Don't do it!

I'll find your girls.

-Where are they, then?
-I don't know. I was bluffing.

I had to.

We need to reconstruct his route.
Through turnpikes or something.

It's two little girls, he can't have
taken them just anywhere.

Something about his reaction...
He actually thought I knew.

-Why did he think that?
-Because it was obvious?

Translated by: Nina Flesvik
Iyuno-SDI Group