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Greetings, Great King.

I didn't even know that I had followers in Nidaros-

-before I saw your dedication in the comment section.

It's good to finally meet you in person.

"True men meet in sweat and sword, not on electronic webs."

You've been paying attention, I see... How did the mission go?

We think the result will please the King.

The son has risen from the grave.

To give his father back his name.

It was King Magnus the Good's grave that was vandalised-

-during last night's break-in at Nidaros Cathedral.

The remains were located underneath the cathedral floor.

It was one of the few known burial sites of the early Norwegian kings.

We'll just have to start without Alfhildr.

People. Now, the murder in the tunnel, and the investigation-

-of a possible link to the historic killer Jack the Ripper-

-is the top priority of this department.

Lars assists them. Jørn and Alex-

-you follow up on the witness statements..

Greetings.

-Alfhildr? -Alfhildr...

I think maybe she walked here in her sleep.

Read the latest news. The Citizen!

Is the community of Old Norse Faith behind the vandalising of the grave?

Come see me afterwards.

Good morning, Miss Winter.

I was thinking of...

She came to. Wenche had an extra set of clothes in her locker.

-She wants to carry on working. -You know the sleep disturbances-

-that affect some of the timeigrants, are you not?

-Sorry about before. -I'm happy to see you're feeling.

-Perhaps you should take the day off? -No, I'm fine.

-I just sleepwalked. -You appeared to be rather confused.

Have you considered that it could be... more than regular sleepwalking?

No. There's nothing more.

-Where are we going? -Are you up to going anywhere now?

I feel fine!

The Citizen just got a letter that could be linked to the Tunnel-murder.

Get a whiff of this one.

It's all right...

-Are you the one who called? -Indeed.

The abomination is in there, so... You can follow me.

What the hell is that?

"Dear Citizen, I send you this bloody piece of womanly flesh,"-

-"to inform the public that dusk has fallen."

Not to stir things up, but this has obvious similarities-

-with a letter from the original Ripper case.

-Yes... -We must close off the premises.

A team of forensics are coming.

This has to do with the slaying in the Tunnel of Tears?

-It's too early to say. -We have heard rumours that-

-the victim had been mutilated down below.

Let's not let our imagination run away with us.

That thing is probably just a piece of steak from some eager reader.

A bird just came.

"The sun shines on the mountain at midnight."

-What is the message? -It seems we can expect visitors.

From the distant abroad.

In the office to the right.

Will you update management and UK, while we hold the fort down here?

Section leader of OPK Harald Eriksen said this about the speculation that-

-the English police are investigating the tunnel murder:

We do not confirm nor refute information that is based on rumours.

Welcome to this workshop. My name is Gorgosh.

It means soft on the outside, hard on the inside.

You can call me Goggen. It's a bit easier for you to remember.

This is concerning structural timeism in public sector, and the police...

-What did we find at The Citizen? -A letter.

Most likely from the perpetrator.

It contained what appeared to be a bloody body part.

-Probably a severed clitoris. -My God.

-What does Scotland Yard say? -They're not answering my calls.

Keep trying. We have to get English police in the loop on this.

Let's start by trying our way of greeting.

Hi! Do you have time for a quick chat?

Not really. The case I'm working on has taken a dramatic turn.

The health services received a note of concern from the higher ups.

I explained that it's nothing to worry about.

Sleep disturbances among beforeigners can be very serious.

It is our duty to make sure our officers take their health seriously.

-I do. I went for a consultation. -Really? With your doctor?

With a knowledgeable woman from the old faith.

The old faith... I don't think we should pursue that.

So health services don't approve of me-

-approaching the problem with the tools available in my culture?

Yes. Of course we do, Alfhildr. This came out all wrong.

Is there anything in the witness statements?

We can conclude that those tunnel witnesses,-

-they are the least reliable witnesses we've ever encountered.

-What about the CC-TV from Tøyen? -Sorry, no. Those files are gone.

-Gone? -But I'll try to recover them.

In the middle of all this, management decides to hold a workshop.

Okay, everyone. It's time for the wine lottery!

Today we're going for a bit of a mead theme.

Of course there's a mead lottery. This is Oslo Police Department.

I must say, you have this vehicle all under control.

For a timeigrant, I mean.

Yes, I've had worse horses between my legs.

-Yes. -The plan is set in motion.

-That is good news. -King Olav...

We don't use that thing in the car. Hang it up.

It's not allowed. It is because it distracts you when you're driving.

You can't talk, and it's...

-Didn't you have a duty to yield? -No.

Olaf Haraldsson yields to no one.

Odin commands you to read.

You are not Odin.

You are a weird hag I imagine,-

-because my head has a hard time getting off the temproxat.

-Respect Odin. -What the fuck?

-I said, respect Odin! -Okay. Fine. Fine.

Just drop it, okay? That book is a dead end.

So, you don't think the library it is borrowed from, creates doubt-

-about the people who claims to be from Scotland Yard?

Hi.

-Did you hear from the English? -No. No, it's a little odd.

I'm starting to get a bad vibe about this, Harald.

-Sure they are from Scotland Yard? -Of course.

What kind of documentation did they present?

Honestly, Lars, now you seem a little paranoid.

This is a book Rubinstein gave me.

One thing is that it seems irrelevant.

But what's worse is that this copy comes from a patient library-

- at a mental insititution. -Probably a good reason for that.

I contacted HR at MPS.

They don't have a consultant from the 19th century named Rubinstein.

A Precious Clark is listed among the staff.

But her phone number doesn't match the business card she gave us.

Well... We'd better try the number you have found then.

Yes, don't you think?

Homicide Command, Precious Clark speaking.

Good to finally reach you, Miss Clark.

This is Eriksen from the Oslo police.

We need to discuss a development in the Ripper case.

We need to discuss a what?

Hello..? Is this some kind of prank?

Your voice tells me you are not the investigator we were working with.

Could it be a mix up with a colleague with a similar name?

There's only one Precious Clark in Homicide, and that's yours truly.

First of all, I would like to apologise...to everyone.

It seems we've been tricked by two imposters-

-pretending to be British officers.

Have London indicated who these imposters might be?

They suspect that they have ties to that Neo-Luddite community.

Those 19th century people who hate machines?

-What's supposed to be their motive? -We didn't discuss that.

Scotland Yard have no faith in the Ripper-theory?

-No, none at all. -No?

We'll do the briefing together.

-Hello again. -Great to meet you.

I'm the real Precious Clark from Homicide.

Joining me is senior investigator Henry Black from SO15.

Oh, good you could join us.

Let me again apologise for this terrible mess.

We received your footage, and we believe this is the individual-

-responsible for assuming Miss Clark's identity.

-Could be her. -She is a timeigrant from Nigeria.

Known by her African name, Adepero Abeke. She's with the Neo-Luddites.

And the guy who called himself Mr. Rubinstein?

-We don't have anything on him yet. -I might have a lead.

The man gave us a book that turned out to be-

-from the library of a mental institution.

Have you contacted the library?

Our legal team is making a request about handing over information.

Keep us posted on that. Identifying him is a priority.

I have to go on a journey and need a favor.

I have gathered my earthly belongings and want you to keep them.

Help my family if something befalls me.

The journey you are going on, is it to the lighthouse down south-

-that we conversed about earlier?

I have no choice.

Jack is there.

God has given me a vocation to stop him.

How do you know the vocation is from God?

The devil can also plant seeds in a sensitive mind.

It's from God. I am certain.

Dad must go away for a while.

Be good to your mother.

Give me one of those trays with drinks.

And don't fucking bother with those cocktails. We're just thirsty.

-Put it on the tab, then? -What tab?

-One more glass, please. -I can't.

I have to do the cash register.

Farewell.

Excuse me, Gentlemen.

Any of you Aryan cunts have a bottle opener?

Who are you, a fuckin' jew?

The long eyes are fucking good.

Is it him?

A little fatter than I remember...

Can I have a sip?

Does Satan's ass smell of ivy?

It means no, mush head.

Go buy your own milk if you're so thirsty.

The package is delivered.

Tip off the police.

What in the Lord's name?

I went for a drink, and I ended up having a disagreement with a local.

Why would you do that? We agreed to lay low.

It was a misjudgment, alright?

Here's our local connection.

Examination has shown that the body part isn't from a human.

-But from a dolphin. -A dolphin?

I presume that the sender meant to deceive.

The dolphin's clitoris most closely resembles that of a human.

You didn't find any biological material in the letter that-

- can be tied to the crime scene? -Everything's from the animal.

To sum it up, the conclusion is that the letter too-

-is part of the Luddites' information manipulation.

This is a potential PR disaster.

Nothing leaves these four walls.

Not about the imposters, nor this Jack the Ripper nonsense.

The rest must be travelled by foot.

Can you fathom why they have abandoned us?

Oh, well. A life without honey is still a life, I suppose.

-They just arrived. -Have these removed.

Welcome.

-What is it? -I saw several black cars outside.

I think it may be an inspection.

Hi. We have a warrant to search the premises.

Why?

They're not here about the blót?

-It seems to be about something else. -Found something!

What the hell is that?

No idea.

I spoke to the officer in charge.

They have a warrant to keep you overnight.

What the hell? I haven't done anything.

The contents of the bag are from a break-in at the Nidaros Cathedral.

As you have the key to the basement, you're the main suspect.

This is not happening.

I was trying to live a normal life. I don't need this shit.

Do you have an alibi?

Were you at home on Thursday?

I was at an autumn party at the volva's place.

When did the party end?

The break- in was at night, but it takes a few hours to drive there.

I have no idea, Alfhildr.

I remember having some sweets when we got there.

The rest is foggy.

The pills in the Volva's casket aren't sweets, Tore.

It's ecstasy.

Hi.

What..?

What has happened?

There is something I need to tell you.

Yes?

We... We should probably just get this over with.

I...

Yes...

Ingrid thinks she's pregnant.

You think you're pregnant?

Yes, or... I'm pretty sure. I have taken several of those tests.

An unfortunate piece of news, no doubt about that.

So, who's the father?

A random person I hooked up with at a party. A friend of that Olaf guy.

Random person? I mean... Ingrid, have you heard about contraception?

I fucked up, okay?

That's fine, Ingrid. We all make mistakes.

This is too modern for my taste.

We're all adults here. We can't condone such harlot behaviour.

-Harlot? -This you didn't handle very well.

I noticed straight off myself...

Perhaps you should go and smoke a pipe?

An excellent idea.

Ingrid, take a seat.

Okay. So...

Well, how far along are you?

Because you're not planning on having a baby, are you, Ingrid?

-I don't know. -You don't know?

Yes, probably, but...

I can't do this right now.

-Ingrid! -Give her some space.

Ingrid!

Ingrid, you can't just walk off like that. We need to talk about this...

What a pleasant reunion.

We need to talk about Tore.

Police suspect him of the Nidaros burglary.

-He says he was at a party with you. -Don't ask me what happened there.

Is there anyone else who can remember?

I'll ask around.

Now, can we discuss the important stuff?

I know you think Tore blabbed about the girl in the vest.

Well... It certainly wasn't a vision.

-You didn't see it through my eyes. -No.

It wasn't a vision. It was a memory.

Whose memory?

Mine.

I was a slave girl for Hårek from Tjøtta.

I was there that morning the men brought you.

You were light and fair.

With a brightness from a different world.

I have several memories from Tjøtta. I don't remember you from there.

Hårek released me when he realised my powers.

After that the road was where I belonged.

Please. Let me find out what you are.

How?

You will have to let me taste you down there.

Is this really about witchcraft?

Or are you just a horny lesbo?

The one doesn't have to exclude the other.

You won't regret it.

My tongue knows more than any man's tongue.

I guess you can have a couple of licks, if it's that important to you.

Aren't you going to tell me what you saw?

I didn't see much.

What do you mean?

I saw your eyes turn inwards when you where down there.

I know when I have a vision, okay?

I didn't have a vision.

It must be him. What was he treated for?

-Paranoid schizophrenia. -I can't say I'm surprised.

It was when I googled the guy that it really got interesting.

He may have been involved in the original Whitechapel investigation.

You're not seriously suggesting we dust off the Jack the Ripper theory?

-You don't think this is astounding? -It's astoundingly stupid.

You heard the management: The Jack the Ripper theory is bullshit.

And we made a fool of ourselves, buying into it. Leave it, okay?

We'll call that the end of the consultant work for now.

Coming, Alfie?

The Citizen! Man pushed up through the ice after several hundred years.

The Citizen! Half price. Buy it now. The Citizen!

Where were you yesterday, young lady?

-Something provoked my interest. -Is that so?

-What's this? -I looked at 19th century slayings-

-with a British connection, and I happened upon a letter-

-with striking similarities with what the paper received.

To which case does this relate?

The letter is supposedly written by a certain Jack the Ripper.

What are you thinking?

Do you think Ben Joseph is behind the tunnel killing?

I normally like to treat my guests to a taste of my renowned honey.

-But my bees are gone, so... -This looks wonderful.

So, the arrival files of the three women...

Is that a part of the project you are working on here?

I do not intend to discuss details of my project with local operatives.

Local operatives?

Mr Ben Joseph is new to the movement.

He is not all together familiar with our structural principles.

I see.

-The Luddites used our printer. -Okay.

They borrowed the receptionist's guest device.

Is there a way to find out what they printed?

-Yes, I can check the log. -Yes.

Good. Do it.

It's been a long time.

True. Thank you for your persistent loyalty.

Until the sun goes out and sinks into the ocean.