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HEAD AB0VE THE WATER

Is that you, Bj�rn?

Strawberries ... Yummy.

Is Einar ready?

Hi.

Einar ...

Why not try and get me on the hook today? How's the fishing?

Bj�rn is waiting!

- Let him wait. - He could walk in any moment.

- We must be away before dark. - Stay and have a good time with me.

- Another day. - This is our vacation.

Tell Bj�rn I'm ready.

- Are you ready? - Yes.

I'll tell him.

Is the Judge checking the supplies?

The Magistrate.

- Will you be okay? - I can always sniff your shirts.

You can cross to the mainland if anything happens.

We're building a pavilion! I'm staying.

- You used to yearn for Paris. - You were the only one here.

And you read comics all the time. Hopeless!

- We'll be back before lunch tomorrow. - Okay.

The sea air will be good for your allergy.

Hi, Lene!

- Gaute, you scared me! - Flowers.

- What are you doing here? - Visiting.

- Where's your boat? - I swam.

- From where? - Town.

No, my boat's over there.

Building a lighthouse?

A pavilion. Einar's dream project.

- Where is he? - Gone fishing with Bj�rn.

I expected you to meet me at the quay.

- We weren't expecting you. - You didn't get my postcard?

- What postcard? - I mailed you one. A picture of ...

Vigeland's The Angry Child.

Can I get you anything?

- A glass of wine? - Pleas, there is no need to ...

But if you've got a couple of open bottles, I won't say no.

Einar didn't like you modelling.

I care about him, so I listen to him.

Do you know anyone at Melhus?

He won't be a magistrate there forever.

- But do you? - There must be lots of nice people there.

I wish I were a potter!

Working with clay all day long.

What's the matter?

I'm heartbroken.

Evelyn kicked me out.

- This all you have? - We've some beer out in the shack.

Beer? How childish can you get?

- Remember your heart. - Alcohol does wonders for your hair.

Please don't.

We've been over all this before.

Don't be afraid of showing your feelings.

Loosen up a bit.

Here. Let's share this.

You know I don't like vodka.

I can top it up with water. Einar need never know.

You're afraid he'll find you with a naked man.

Shall we dance, Madame?

Tango!

- How long have you been on the bottle? - One can't write ...

One can't write about divorces without researching the subject.

What is love?

Really?

You meet with another crazy neurotic -

- and if he hang-ups match your psychosocial make-up -

- then you have love, Simple.

Cynicism often covers conflicts.

If you're not afraid of Einar finding a naked man here -

- then it's love.

I admit I overreacted. Everything went black.

But chasing him with an axe!

That's over the top. Even if he did have something going with your girl.

The axe wasn't even sharp.

Imagine she'd start over again with her old boyfriend ...

Gaute's so intense.

He influences people.

An he's a great shrink.

- Damn! - I'll take it.

- Careful. It's hot. - Doesn't matter with my hay fever.

Tabasco or wine, makes no difference.

- Is Lene still doing pottery? - Yes, very much so, And no more pills.

You too had to get away for the sake of your art.

Art, yes, art ... The papers buy my cartoons. I'm doing fine.

Cheers!

Gaute! Get up! They're back!

Get dressed! Wake up! Gaute?

Gaute?

No!

Oh, dear God, no!

Help me!

No!

Lene must've put the coffee on when she heard the whistle.

If she's asleep, we'll serve her in bed.

- Lene? - Yes.

- Did it go okay? - Not at all. I'm going for a short swim.

Any fish? Great.

Looks like we'll have to fix breakfast ourselves.

Where will I find the bacon?

Down the cellar, of course.

No, it's in the fridge.

- In the cigar box. - Bacon in a cigar box?

Bacon rashers are very expensive.

Fish balls.

And this is ... herring.

Is this honey?

Why do you keep shoe polish in the fridge?

- Is everything okay? - Sure.

You've started drinking spirits?

No, it ...

- It fell over. - You took the cap off first?

We have to talk. Alone.

- We're back now. - Please, we have to talk.

Strange ... It wasn't like this before.

Einar!

Had breakfast?

I'll talk to her. You watch the bacon.

Don't ask. Einar and I need to talk together - alone.

Has he been drinking? What is it then?

Come back for dinner. We'll have the fish.

- Anything I can do? - We'll have a good time. Like we used to.

Oh, that ...

You've got a new watch too.

There's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Perhaps a magpie flew in and placed it there?

Maybe it's for me? It's not my birthday.

It was ...

Gaute.

Nothing happened!

Why didn't you tell me he was coming? He's always welcome.

I didn't know. We hadn't collected the mail.

Why did he leave before we returned?

He is ...

He is ...

He is here!

Here?

Where?

- In the cellar. - What?

In the cellar?

Peek-a-boo, Gaute!

Fancy some breakfast? Or have you helped yourself to the house speciality?

Come on out!

Gaute?

- It was his heart. - Heart?

- It just stopped? - Yes.

He's always had a heart condition.

And his heart just gave out after 37 years for no good reason?

He'd been drinking. Evelyn left him.

- But he's naked. - He'd been swimming. I swear it!

Then he hit the bottle, and fell asleep.

Forgive me, Lene.

I'm sorry. I just panicked.

No, I'm sorry. I apologise.

Poor girl.

We'll put him in the shed and radio the police.

- He couldn't have fallen? - What do you mean?

His neck's broken.

When you ...

... stepped on the trapdoor.

"Nude ex-lover with broken neck ..."

"... delivered by jealous magistrate!"

"It was heart failure, he claims to the media."

- What about an autopsy? - Smack in the silly season!

Three weeks with nuclear war headlines.

Go and get his clothes.

They ...

They're at the bottom of the fjord.

I panicked!

I'm not delivering a naked body!

- I can't find them. - Sure it was here?

It was just out from this point.

You always need two points to take your bearings.

Damn this thing!

Goddamned motor!

We can dress him in your clothes.

- Your underwear will fit him. - You should know!

- You didn't kill him. - The court might disagree with you.

- Is this all to do with your vanity? - Please ...

Gaute is dead. He'll have to be buried.

Evelyn and the kids will have to be told.

We'll be stranded if I don't fix the carburettor!

Or do you fancy swimming in with him?

I'll buy a new boat. Go and get the methanol from the shed.

- I can't find it. - It's in the vodka bottle.

Blue Smirnoff ...

So, has he drunk all the methanol as well?

- He never went near it. - You watched him all the time?

- Even when he fell asleep? - Perhaps he wasn't.

He laid down on the couch, and I went out to fetch his cloths.

When I got back, he was asleep in our bedroom.

He could have gone looking for a beer and found the vodka bottle.

- But where's the bottle? - He could've thrown it away.

How goddamn stupid! Wood alcohol in a vodka bottle!

If he hadn't fallen asleep -

- he might have realised he'd gone blind.

Then he might have been alive now. Damn!

- We really should get rid of the body. - Don't joke about it.

Nobody will believe us!

Drowning is much more plausible.

Divorced people sometimes commit suicide, you know!

We didn't kill him! He just died!

"He just died!"

"First we poisoned him, then we broke his neck!"

"But we're extremely sorry."

Hell! Damn you!

You've just wrecked my career!

Couldn't you have died at home?

Help me, Lene.

- Hurry. Bj�rn mustn't see him! - We're taking him to the mainland?

- No! - Shut up and carry him!

No!

What's that for?

- No, Einar. We can't! - Shut up!

- Just tidying up a bit. - Loads of garbage lying around.

- There sure is. - Will you go and start the potatoes?

- What's the hurry? - I'm starving. Please?

Let me, Lene.

A woman shouldn't be doing this.

- That's easy! - Lift it properly.

Thanks, Bj�rn. We'll be okay now.

- You've got a chart? - Chart? What for?

You don't want to go dropping it in shallow water.

You're right ... 0f course.

We can dump it here.

It's deep enough.

- What's wrong? - An old sports injury.

- I'll tip it over the side. - No! You'll leave scratches!

Didn't you have a straw mat?

No. I put it away somewhere!

Listen ... Let's go for a swim!

- Einar, won't you join us? - No, my back's still painful.

Come on!

Ready?

You're it!

You'll never catch me!

Bj�rn? Wait!

What are you doing? You're leaving marks everywhere.

- I'll help you. - It's not necessary.

Bj�rn!

Bj�rn! Come on!

Let's see how deep it is!

Is it really that difficult, Einar?

- Well, that went just fine. - Many thanks.

We'll just say it was my fault.

- What? - Then you'll be in the clear.

Great! I'll tell them that when they come for me!

The magistrate can't be held responsible.

It's in the hands of a psychiatric patient.

What are we going to do?

Why was he drinking in the nude?

- I told you! He went swimming! - All night?

- Up and down, up and down? - Now you're being jealous.

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you want me to see him naked?

- Did something happen? - No!

It's possible he fell overboard and drowned.

But we must get rid of the body.

What are you so afraid of?

Who's the one with nerves? Ever heard of projection?

We'll get him to the mainland.

- I'll leave you! - You?

I'll tell them everything! I want a divorce.

Okay, we'll take him to the mainland.

But he must wear his suit.

Hi, Bj�rn.

Oh, damn it!

It doesn't matter.

It's just an old suit. I found it floating down by the beach.

Sounds like Einar's up and about again.

- What have you got there? - Fish.

Do you need any for bait?

Have the newlyweds had an exhausting night?

You could say that ... yes.

Get some glasses, Lene.

Remember, when you were with Gaute, you only drank wine.

Don't drink beer if you don't want to.

It was my fault you messed up the suit. Let me clean it.

- But it's a good suit! - I only found it on the beach.

It's all right.

I'll cut it up for rags.

Who's is that dinghy?

Come and help me, Lene.

- There may have been an accident. - No, probably just drifted loose.

But I found the suit as well.

Who'd come all this way in a red dinghy and a white suit?

I'll just rinse the stains out.

Maybe Einar can make use of it.

He needs some working clothes.

Can I come over for lunch?

- We're going to the mainland. - Take the dinghy over.

- Maybe someone's looking for it. - Yes ...

We could do that. Good idea.

Look! I got the suit and the dinghy!

Good girl!

Wow! You've laid the steps!

Looks like Gaute drowned on his way over here!

What did you and Bj�rn do?

We went for a swim.

Aha! Perhaps he undressed, too.

Do you realise what you've done?

Can't you understand how I feel?

Our future is more important.

I can't bear to think about it.

Your friend! You cut him up and cemented him into the steps!

You know his wife and children!

What made you do it?

One of us had to or we wouldn't have stood a chance!

- We've done nothing wrong, Einar. - What do you know about criminal law?

We wouldn't stand a chance!

Gaute said he mailed a ...

- Did you collect our mail? - I went to the mailbox.

It was empty.

Where are you going?

For a pee.

Come on!

Where are you going?

What's with you? Stop! Come here!

The postcard. You knew he was coming!

- You killed him! - You don't mean that.

- You don't think I did it? - You put the methanol there!

You knew Gaute would drink it! You couldn't have cut him up otherwise.

- But he just found the bottle! - You liar!

It's the truth, Lene!

I'm doing this for you.

There. All traces gone, at least down here.

You've sure got the knack of getting men to undress.

- Had many? - None.

One. Today.

I take them all the time.

- Powerful stuff. - I must have one. Please.

I suspected this. But I'm glad you told me yourself.

I'm sorry I tried to run away.

We've got to get rid of the chocolates.

Please! Talk to me!

A single strand of hair is enough.

But I love you.

Eat the chocolate!

I can't.

No, thanks.

I said I'm sorry!

No ...

- I need a few hours on my back. - Me, too!

No!

No!

Alright, alright!

Night-night ...

Stop, Lene! Stop, damnit!

No!

Go away! No!

Damnit, Lene.

Killer!

No!

Bj�rn?

Thought you were on vacation!

Why are you up so early?

That suit and the dinghy ... Could there have been an accident?

Who'd go rowing in a suit?

No ... It must have been lying in the boat.

You mean the boat just slipped its moorings?

That's what I said. But Lene ...

Will you check it out with the police?

- I'm not going that way. - For Lene's sake?

She's worried there might have been an accident.

Why don't you two go?

She's got diarrhoea. She's been up and down all night.

The pavilion can wait. We're going boating for a few days.

- We need some leisure time, too. - I hope she feels better soon.

Hell ...!

- That was a quick trip. - I ran out of diesel!

Ready to leave?

- I'll say goodbye to Lene. - It's only for a few days.

She's asleep.

Is she ill? I've something that might help.

It's not diarrhoea.

- She tried to commit suicide. - What?

With your shotgun. An anxiety attack.

Really?

Well ...

Give her my love.

What are you doing here?

- He'll kill me! - Who will?

Einar!

So he's going to kill you? Just what kind of sadomasochistisc game is this?

- He killed Gaute! - You can't be serious?

He'll kill me next!

It's true!

Did he mess with my shotgun?

No, I did. I had to escape!

Lene, you're safe now.

Now, just calm down and tell me all about it.

Einar hid Gaute's postcard. He didn't want me to see it.

He was the only one who knew that Gaute was coming.

He put methanol in the kitchen, hid the vodka, and left it for Gaute to find.

Einar butchered him and cemented him in the pavilion steps.

He did!

- Are you serious? - Go and see for yourself!

I always thought there was something strange about him!

You stay here and take it easy. I'll take care of Einar.

- Don't worry. - Promise?

I promise.

Okay.

Do you have some lemonade?

- No, but there's beer outside. - I'll get it.

You'd better take care of this.

- No! Don't touch me! - Everything will be okay, Lene.

- Stay away! - Don't be afraid.

- You're safe with us. - Help me!

- Help me! - We must tie her up for her own good.

He'll kill me and call it suicide!

- Damn! It's loaded! - It can't be!

See for yourself.

Another anxiety attack.

That's not true!

No! No!

Lene, give me the knife.

Remember what we talked about?

Go away!

Bj�rn!

- Help me, Bj�rn! - How?

Fetch a rope.

Bj�rn, you promised!

There. Now she's safe.

We'd better remove all sharp objects.

Bj�rn! You promised!

Check the steps for yourself.

Let's go take a look at them, Einar.

Why? I've just finished them.

I'll make good the damage. It'll only take a few hours.

Okay, if you think it'll do Lene any good.

Have we left anything dangerous?

No. I think we've got everything.

Good.

This is crazy!

Are you serious about braking them up?

Can't we just say we did it?

No, let's do it. I promised Lene I would.

- Impossible. It's like rock! - Start here.

A postcard with...

- The angry boy. - No!

No!

I know who killed Gaute!

Einar?

Einar!

Einar! Einar?

He's dead.

Let's see if we can get that wound seen to.

What a story!

Take Einar ...

Always so proper and normal.

In reality, a homicidal maniac.

- He's always been jealous. - That's also a kind of love.

But when love remains unfulfilled it turns into hatred.

- I think I should leave now. - Wait! I think you'd better ...

- You need to calm down a little. - No, you need a rest.

Yes, perhaps I need company.

Stay for a while.

You've always been special to me.

When we were little, I looked forward to coming here.

The other girls were so childish.

You were different. Our relationship was special.

You weren't giggly and you didn't tell tales.

When we were out getting rid of the stove ...

I didn't want to do anything with Einar around. Do you understand?

But if things had been different ...

I think you're more upset than you realise.

Perhaps you should stay the night.

- Is there more beer? - Yes, shall I get some?

- Will you fetch it? - Sure.

My arm is hurting.

So you've found the mail?

No wonder you've been eying me.

I collected your mail on the mainland. I was going to give it to you.

I didn't know Gaute was coming. I don't read other people's mail.

Don't look at me like that.

You don't think I killed Gaute?

Because I was pining for you?

- Wait! Damnit! - You're stark raving mad!

No ...

Einar?

Are you crazy?

I'm your only friend! Can't you see that?

Einar!

Einar, listen to me! I know you're innocent.

Bj�rn killed Gaute!

- Bj�rn had the postcard. - What postcard?

The one Gaute sent.

- I know you're innocent! - Shut up!

Go and see for yourself.

- You two were having an affair. - I've never been with him!

It was all in his mind.

Very clever!

Did you ever consider my feelings? Did you? Just for one single moment?

"Hi, Lene. Arriving Tuesday. Hope you both can meet me at the jetty."

"Lots of love, lots of beer! Gaute."

"The court believes the deceased dismembered the body -"

"- and concealed it in the steps of his neighbour's pavilion."

I've got it.

Bj�rn killed Gaute and cemented him in the steps!

We're as innocent as two lambs, Lene.

We didn't know a thing. We were out fishing! You and I.

When we returned, Bj�rn had finished the steps.

Cheers!

What are you drinking?

- 0h, Christ! I can't see! - Don't joke about it.

It's the methanol bottle!

- Then Bj�rn borrowed it. - Hell?

Oh, God ...

Then Gaute did die of hart failure.

- Help me! - Not that way!

POLICE

Ah! There it is.

So this is where you've been hiding.

Come on ... I'll pull you on board.

No! You can't ...!

What am I to tell?

Jesus! Did someone tie you up?

There's a perfectly reasonable explanation, you'll see.

Gaute, my ex., came to see us. He sent a postcard but I didn't receive it.

It was hell! They're scattered all over the place!

- Got anything to drink? - There's some mineral water in the boat.

- Want some? - No, thanks.

I'm so glad you came out here.

If I came in alone, nobody would have believed me! Not a soul!