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*-Hi.* -Hi. I'm at the mast I told you about.

I expect to get access within an hour.

-I'll call when I'm back at the hotel. *-Okay.*

SCREEN MEDIA Sigve Losnegård

Can you see the nest?

-Can you see them? Do you see the nest? -Yes.

-Can you see the mother? -Yes. They're incredibly cute.

They're not *predators.* But they're quite a handful.

-Absolutely. -They jump out of the nest before they can fly.

There goes the mother.

No, damn it. Here comes that bastard again.

Right in the middle of nesting season.

The eagle owl needs peace during nesting season.

This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen.

Yeah, it's beautiful. My family has lived here for over 300 years.

Oh? That's a long time.

-I hope I see you again soon, Pia. -Yeah. Bye.

Helga?

Hello?

Hello? Helga?

*-Sierra 04, come in.* -Sierra 02 responding.

Report of a burglary in progress at 52 Fimreitevegen.

01, this is Sierra 02. We'll be there shortly.

The intruder is reportedly still inside the house.

We'll wait for the others. We're keeping the house under surveillance.

You can just stay here, if you want.

Do you need any help?

01, Sierra 03. We've arrived at the Holgersen residence.

Everything looks quiet, so we're going in. Over.

Copy that. Sierra 05 is right behind you.

Police!

Is anyone here?

Ingolf?

-Hey! -Put the weapon down!

Okay! Ingolf?

-Listen to me. -Put your weapon down!

-Don't point that thing at me, you brat! -Ingolf! It's Vidar.

-What do you think I've done? -He's a police officer.

-He's pointing a gun at me. -Let's all calm down.

-There are people in the house. -Give it to me, please.

I know who it is. There are people in the house.

Those damn people have been here again. You have to do something, Ole.

-No need for backup. -Who?

Those damn neighbors. The new neighbors, those eco-hippies, have been here!

-Was anything taken? -I don't know. Check. You've got the whole team here!

-What happened here? -Ingolf reported a break-in.

-A break-in? -There were people in the house, Helga.

-No? -Yes! There were people in the attic!

-Was that while you were asleep? -I took a nap on the couch.

He's been having a lot of nightmares.

-You're not going to believe me? -I do believe you. But you've had them before.

-There were people inside the house. -I hear what you're saying.

Now I'm making you meatballs with potatoes.

Am I supposed to eat meatballs while there's a murderer on the loose?

There are people wandering around here, breaking into houses.

Ingolf? How's your health otherwise?

-It's good, as you can see. -Are you taking your medication?

-Is he still insisting someone was here? -Yes.

If Ingolf says he's experienced a break-in, then that's what he experienced.

-That got a little exciting. -Yeah, you finally got to air out your service weapon.

It would've been more exciting if the shotgun had been loaded.

Why aren't you replying to my messages?

-We don't discuss things like that over text, Ole. -Why not?

It's impossible to communicate with you by text.

-I mean... -You always become unreasonable and misunderstand me.

I was only trying to say...

-...that we could taste the Summerred cider. -I want to sell the house.

It'll be interesting to compare it with the Lobo in terms of dryness.

I need a property valuation so I'll know...

I'm just saying we shouldn't blend the varieties...

-...until we've tested each one separately.

So when are you available?

I want to talk about Halvor.

What's Halvor like when he's with you?

He's okay, but not very interested in talking about anything.

So he and I understand each other.

-So when are you free? -I don't know.

Ole! It's Førde again, and this time you have to take it. I'm putting her through.

Yeah, okay.

Hello?

*-Are you trying to ignore me?* -Not at all.

-Things have just been really hectic here. *-I've been trying to reach you.*

Have you spoken to the others yet?

Not yet.

*-You've known about this for two months.* -I still think it's a ridiculous proposal.

It's not a proposal, it's a political decision.

I've appealed it to the directorate.

I'm not doing anything until they respond.

There is no appeals process.

Of course there is.

You have to deal with this. It's happening. We have the press release ready.

Do you want the staff to find out that way?

Fine.

One more thing. You're getting a police academy student transferred to you.

What?

We don't have the capacity to have her here.

She might be useful to help pack everything up.

I've sent you everything by email.

-Did he hang up? -He hung up. Typical.

Maren. Everyone gather up.

Morten? Eva?

Okay. There's something I need to tell you.

So... here's the situation...

We're getting a student transferred from the Police Academy in Oslo.

That'll be nice. There's plenty we can teach her.

We'll give her a warm welcome. That's all.

What the hell...?

What the hell is this?

Jesus Christ... Is that you?

What the hell is this supposed to mean? You fucking sadist!

Are you completely insane?

No! Anette is twelve years old.

I'm telling you, she's not getting energy drinks. Good grief.

You know what? I'm completely serious.

-If she asks again, I'll delete Tik...! -Asshole!

The car is registered to Cecilie Hopen. No criminal record.

Driver's license, please.

Sorry. How much over the speed limit was I?

Cecilie Hopen, I have to confiscate your driver's license.

Get into the passenger seat...

...and we'll drive into town and have a talk with the station chief.

This is so wrong. This is so damn wrong.

Now this has really gone too far.

Good Lord...!

I understand. Just try to stay calm...

-We must've been doing about 120–130. -On Aurlandsveien?

Not now!

-But you didn't actually clock the speed? -No.

Holgersen called and said someone was shooting at him.

-Okay. I'll stop by. -Great.

Hi, Cecilie! My name's Ole Vik.

Come on, let's go for a drive.

When we get police academy students here, they're usually very focused on the rules.

Yeah. So am I, actually.

I just want to apologize.

You weren't officially clocked, and I need my staff to keep their licenses.

So I suggest we just let this one slide.

-Okay? -Okay.

Ole to Eva. Run the plate: Tango Victor 92362.

Birgitte Larssen. Licensed real estate agent in Førde.

*-Hi.* -Why are you in a real estate agent's car?

I told you I want to sell. It's not okay for you to stalk me.

We agreed not to sell Halvor's childhood home.

Then buy me out. Either way, we need a property valuation. Bye.

And what about you?

Why did you apply to Norway's smallest police station? Did you think it'd be easier?

No. I was assigned here.

Was someone reported shot?

Yes. We're on our way.

-We have to tell her. -Stop nagging me, Helga.

-I'll say it when I want to. -This isn't about you.

If you don't tell her, I will. Pia is going home in a few days.

-Here we are again. -Now they've been shooting here, Ole.

-Shooting? -Yes. I don't want them on my property.

Did you see who fired the shots?

I was in the storage shed. With a dead crow.

It's in the freezer. There's your evidence.

-Was the crow the one that got shot? -No.

The crow was hanging on the fence. Crucified!

Sorry you're having to waste time on this.

He has a very vivid imagination...

...and I can't always keep it in check.

-Do you live here? -I live in the little house.

As a Dane, being able to grow apples here...

...and look at these towering mountains...

Doesn't it make you want to stay here forever? You probably will, just like I did.

-Rubinstep already? -Yes. It's a bit warmer here than at your place.

-Mine won't be ready for another couple of weeks. -That's because you don't sing to them.

What's so special about Rubinstep?

It's a bit like the Riesling grape when it comes to acidity.

It has a crisp, cool character and is very sensitive to the soil.

-It tastes like the place where it's grown. -Okay.

-What's Holgersen's deal? -He's an apple baron.

He produces more than the rest of us combined and exports all over Europe.

What about the Danish woman? Are they married?

She works there.

Or... she works there and...

And...?

You know...

Do we really have the capacity for this? I've got enough kids to look after.

-It shows they're investing in us. -Yeah, but this is what they did in Førde.

Leif in Luster got a temporary officer at his station.

He was thrilled. Until it turned out...

...the officer had only been sent there to assess the staff's competence.

-They ended up shutting the station down. -Fucking Førde.

Fredrik, have you been to see your father lately?

No, not much. We're not exactly enjoying each other's company these days.

We've been there twice this week, and he seems fragile.

Helga's there. She's much better than I am at handling these situations.

-She's amazing. -She's worth her weight in gold.

-You're not allowed to say that. -The moon landing was staged by Førde.

Hi, this is Cecilie. A very competent driver... when she takes the time to think.

Hi. I'm Eva. Do you want to move in right away?

Just stick with her. See you tomorrow.

-Need a hand? -No, I'm fine.

This is nice. Same room I had during my internship.

-Maren had this room too, actually. -Cool.

-It's perfect. -Everyone's stayed here.

And now it's my turn. Well... yes.

*-Nice trip over the mountains?* -Yeah. But am I really staying above the station?

It was considered the best option.

Okay, it's not exactly ideal. But we'll talk later. Bye.

-Let me know if anything doesn't work for you. -Okay!

Halvor!

Fuck you too.

-Hello. -Hello...

-Having a party? -The Gravenstein tasted like piss.

-Oh? -But the Summerred...

-Yeah? -My God.

A masterpiece. Mom has to taste this. You...

Bingo!

Seriously... the Summerred is sublime.

Absolutely...! You have to try it.

-This isn't really a good time. -Why not?

Oh, hi.

Hi.

No... if you've got company, we can do this later.

Talk to you later.

-Do you know him? -Yeah, that's Ole.

Hello?

Who's this?

Try to calmly tell me what's happening.

Hello?

Sorry if it's a false alarm, but he sounded so...

It's perfectly fine. I have three kids. When two of them refuse to go to bed...

...getting called out like this isn't a problem at all. -Okay. That's good.

-You don't want to be over there. -Okay.

Wait. Stay in the car.

-You're too late! I need a doctor! -Ingolf! Wait!

Dad!

Dad!

-It's Maren. -What's happening?

I'm at Holgersen's. The situation is critical. I can't get him under control.

*-You have to come now!* -Okay! I'm coming!

-No! -Ingolf, stop! Ingolf!

01, Sierra 309.

Requesting assistance at 52 Fimreitevegen.

We've found an unresponsive person. Over.

Sierra 05 to 309. Can you describe the situation?

Ingolf Holgersen was holding Helga in his arms.

There was nothing that could be done to save her. Over.

309, we'll be there shortly.

All units, proceed immediately to 52 Fimreitevegen.

Was that the student?

Sierra 309 has reported finding an unresponsive person. Notify us when you're en route.

Emergency medical services have been notified. Estimated arrival time: about two hours.

Crime scene investigators are on their way from Bergen...

The crime scene has been secured. I'm the only one who's been near the deceased.

Where's Ingolf?

Oh, shit!

No...!

Alf, can you tell us what happened?

-I can't. -I know you're not a pathologist.

But what do you think?

Her right knuckle is swollen, so she probably fought back.

Thank you.

Good work.

Take him straight to observation.

Can you let me know when he wakes up?

-Joakim, do you have two minutes? -Yes, come in.

-You... -I just got your test results.

Oh, right... No, I was actually wondering about Ingolf Holgersen's condition.

-I mean his temperament... -I can't discuss Holgersen.

-You know that. -But when he's having a bad spell...

-What do you think... -You've developed a serious stomach ulcer.

-Medically speaking... -Ole. An ulcer like this has a cause.

You need to take it seriously.

Otherwise, I'll sign you off work.

-You know that's not an option. -What have you been eating lately?

How much cider have you been drinking?

-I only drink cider... -Stop. Cider is one of the worst things.

-The same goes for coffee, lemons, limes, tomatoes... -Everything that makes life worth living.

A woman has just been murdered.

And that's tragic. But you know I can't discuss my patients.

Holgersen has, as you know...

...had difficult periods, including episodes of paranoia.

If he had been diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia...

...the statistics would show only a modest increase in the risk of violence.

Okay. So you think he should have been diagnosed?

I can't answer that.

What I can say is that Ingolf is unstable...

...and more vulnerable than most people.

But in the fifteen years I've known him...

...he has never shown any signs of aggression.

-Never? -Never.

Sorry. Let's see...

There.

There we go!

*-Do we have audio too?* -Loud and clear!

First of all: we're not releasing the victim's identity. Helga had a daughter.

We've asked the Danish police to deliver the death notification.

*-Any updates on Holgersen?* -No. He's still under observation.

Okay. Experts will assess his criminal responsibility.

Our initial working theory is that no one else was involved.

Isn't that a bit early? We don't even have the autopsy report yet.

Helga was the person closest to him. He struggled mentally, but had never resorted to violence before.

*-He has been hospitalized.* -Ten years ago.

Yes.

Apparently a police academy student secured the crime scene.

That goes against most standard evidence-preservation procedures.

-Yes, it didn't exactly go according to plan... -Cecilie did an excellent job.

Everyone did an excellent job. Hi, Ingrid. After a long night, we're still working the case.

But if you'd like to evaluate us as we go, be my guest.

Hello, everyone. How are you all holding up?

I understand it's been quite a night.

I've been thinking about you, Cecilie. You were thrown straight into the deep end.

Yes, but I'm doing just fine.

For now, you're still leading the investigation in Sogn.

Depending on how things develop.

Good. If that's everything, let's get to work.

So... okay.

I bet it was the young girl who told Førde that Maren brought her along.

Cecilie, you're coming with me.

Eva, let's go talk to Holgersen's neighbors.

The hospital has documented Ingolf's injuries and is sending them over now.

Can you check with the Danish authorities whether Helga had a will?

Check whether Holgersen has one too.

I'll call the district court, but I need a reason.

He's a suspect, and I want to see it before Førde does.

We're a small station, Cecilie.

We often have to solve cases differently from what you're taught at the academy.

We have to be more flexible and more versatile.

That's the strength of Norway's local police.

The value lies in being close to the community and looking after your people. You can't manage that remotely from...

...fucking Førde?

Exactly.

-You're with us, aren't you? -Yes.

Yes?

-Yes. -Good.

-Hello! -Hi.

Terrible, isn't it? Helga was such a wonderful person. It's unbelievable.

-Do you know what happened? -Not yet.

-We just wanted to... -Would you like some elderflower lemonade?

Uh... sure.

Biodynamic.

Yeah, okay.

Refreshing.

-No, we... -We've met before.

-You came third with Scandic Cider last year. -Actually, we came second.

-Sorry. How's your wife doing? -We're not together anymore.

That's too bad. What happened?

Have you noticed anything unusual down there over the last few days?

-Unusual? -Yes.

-Have you? -Come.

Something is always going on with Ingolf, but a couple of days ago I came down here...

...and something strange happened.

Someone was running really fast and disappeared behind... the barn.

-When was this? -The day before yesterday.

-Can you describe the person? -No.

The shooting happened yesterday, didn't it?

What? The shooting?

Yes. Two loud bangs right in the middle of the day.

-Why didn't you contact us? -Well...

Ingolf often takes out his shotgun. He wants to protect his eagle owls.

He's not an easy neighbor.

-Who owns the beehives? -We do. Do you see that fence over there?

There. Ingolf checks that fence every day. I don't know why.

Isn't it strange that Ingolf called the police if he was the one doing the shooting?

Yes.

-Hey, what are you doing? -He's completely obsessed with those eagle owls.

He feeds them every day. His property is full of mousetraps.

-So you throw dead mice over the fence? -It's a little strange, but...

-It's what he cares about. -Do you usually do that?

No.

I probably should've been here more often.

Hey...

Ole...

Look at this.

Ole to Crime Scene.

"A shot was fired." Here she comes.

...deep into the case. -Don't let your emotions get the better of you.

-Remember what we learned in training. -I will.

The case will probably be transferred to Førde, and we'll assist them.

The important thing is that we solve the case together.

-Maybe it's better if Førde takes over from the start? -Why's that?

-Anything Førde can do, we can do too. -Of course.

But it won't be long before we'll be working somewhere else anyway.

Why would we?

Isn't it only a few weeks until...

-...this station is shut down? -What are you talking about?

-Shut down? -Are you kidding?

I thought everyone knew.

It doesn't matter how well you know Ingolf or anyone else here, Ole.

Jonas Berge is leading the investigation from Førde.

This place will soon be locked up for good.

And you still haven't told them?

What happens now, Ole?

-What is this all about? -Ole, one small thing...

-What's going on? -Cecilie says the station is being shut down.

-Yes. -What kind of visit was that? Answer me!

-What do you mean, "yes"? -What kind of visit was that, Ole?

Charlie thought the signal came from the radio tower on Storehogen.

But don't take any chances. She was found dead just below it.

Copy that.

Oh! No! He's here!