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I was walking along the road with two friends.

The sun was setting.

Suddenly the sky turned blood red.

I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence.

There was blood and tongues of fire above the fjord and the city.

-Can you take our photo? -Of course.

-Thank you. -Will you join us for the ski jump?

I think the tour bus is leaving soon.

I would love to, but I have an errand.

Okay. Well, see you back at the hotel, have a nice day.

You too.

The colours shrieked. This became The Scream

-How can I help you? -I'm looking for a woman.

A friend told me that she came to pay a visit to this establishment.

The woman I'm looking for is a 19th century Brit.

With a touch of nasal syphilis.

I'd better get my cards for this.

You wouldn't be trying to warn anybody, would you?

Please...

-How does this work? -This alerts the police.

Press it, it triggers a full response. That one goes to me.

You can use that if the danger level is lower, but you still need help.

-You're so lucky... -Hi!

-Hi. -You're coming, right?

-Yes. -We'll wait in the car.

Hurry.

-Where are you going? -We're seeing Olaf's new house.

-Is that such a good idea now? -None of those guys are there.

He's at a talk show.

-But be careful, though. -Yes.

The single-copy newspaper The Citizen recently published-

-a story stating that the serial killer Jack the Ripper is back.

And that he was supposedly involved in the subway murder at Tøyen.

This story, however, has proven not to be rooted in reality.

We are inexpressibly rueful about the incident...

Miss Winther?

As the responsible journalist I want to offer my unreserved apology-

-to the Norwegian public. Last, but by no means least, I am sorry for-

-the unfounded fear and worry I have exposed our readers to...

-I see the circus is up and running? -She'll vanish if she grovels more.

The police have made several arrests in the Neo Luddite community.

The suspects have been arrested, charged with willingly misleading-

- the police authority and the press. -That's correct.

Among the arrested, is a person who is a suspect in the tunnel murder.

An English citizen, investigated for a similar case in his homeland.

He will be extradited to the London Metropolitan Police-

-effective immediately.

What the hell? Have you heard about this?

No.

So, miss Winther, what was the motive behind this false claim?

Thank you very much.

You can't extradite Ben Joseph without checking with us first.

I'm sorry that the flow of information was faulty.

But the decision has been made.

Do we at least get one last interrogation before they get him?

The paperwork for this has started, so that might be difficult.

-This is not bloody okay, Harald. -The press is here. Keep it down.

Yes... We'll continue this discussion later.

Now, the Chief of Police and I have a Q&A.

-Are you sure this is a good idea? -We have to give it a try.

There is only time for a brief talk.

-You are being extradited. -No recording device?

Where were you the night the woman was killed in the tunnels?

What were you doing at the time of the murder?

I was here in Oslo searching for him.

And by him you mean..?

Is this the man you were looking for?

Yes, sir.

-And you think he killed our woman? -I do.

So, what's the deal? Is he some Jack the Ripper copycat?

Oh no.

-He's the real Jack. -Excuse?

-What's your question, my dear? -The man is from now.

How can he be Check?

Our little chat is over. The cavalry is here.

-Answer me. How can he be Check? -He travelled backwards in time.

The general consensus is that backwards time travel is impossible.

The general consensus is wrong.

MPS formally took over responsibility for Ben Joseph this morning.

Any meeting should have been cleared with us.

Bureaucracy is not my strength.

B'ezrat hashem, I wish you the best of luck, fellow truth seekers.

My feeling is you're gonna need it.

Here, I picture knocking down some walls and making a lounge.

-With some downlights here, right? -Holy shit, it's nice!

-This is like the main living room. -How much is the rent?

Nothing, the church rents it for free to Olaf after he was acknowledged.

This is the dining room, kind of...

-I'm so looking forward to it... -It's so nice here.

Madde?

Madde?

We agreed not to be in touch in this time.

Olaf asked me to come. He needs help with a memory.

Well... It can't have been that important to him.

He's on a talk show right now.

You don't need to be afraid.

I have no intention of stealing your Olaf.

I don't fear anything.

I just don't want to have any more business with you.

-Can I give him a message? -No.

Olaf gave me his mobile phone number.

I'll arrange a new meeting with him directly.

-Who was that woman? -Just...

Some Olaf stalker.

Can you tell us what happened down in custody?

-What do you mean? -The collaboration is delicate.

-No improvised interrogations today. -There were follow-up questions.

London are furious. They demand that we give them the sound log-

- with transcriptions. -We have no recordings.

You had clear instructions to record every interview with Ben Joseph.

I meant to press rec, but you know... us Norse people and machines.

This is just getting worse and worse.

You do understand that you cannot be involved in the case after this?

-Are you taking us off the case? -We have no choice.

I'm informing the English police that you two no longer will be involved.

Wenche takes over all communication with England.

-She leads the case from our side. -What the hell are we two doing now?

The woman was reported missing this morning.

And so far, there haven't been any signs of the woman.

I noted on the site inspection that there was a phone charger there.

But we have yet to find the phone.

Who's contacting the service providers?

-We're not ready to deal with this... -Did the woman have a mobile?

Sure.

How about I get on that now, and we go all in together tomorrow morning?

Sounds like a plan.

Do you see the part that looks like a sea horse? Thats the hippocampus.

It controls things like memories and perception of time.

Things people with TSD struggle with.

And how does the sea horse in my skull look?

Your hippocampus is much larger and much more active than normal.

-So, I don't have TSD? -That we can rule out.

We've never seen TSD where the hippocampus wasn't injured.

Your cognitive tests were unique.

I don't think I've ever measured such high scores before.

If everything is tip-top, there's no point in digging any further.

If the deviation is caused by timeigration, you're a unique case.

I'd love to share these findings with the Institute of Time Research.

-If you just sign here... -No, I won't.

I want you to give me my journal, and for you to delete all copies.

This is so interesting research-wise, but also for you personally.

Will you do as I say?

Or do I have to get in touch with the beforeigner ombudsman?

I probably overreacted by pressing that thing. I just freaked out.

-When did you find it? -When I came home from Madde.

What is that?

-This is like some mafia thing... -Looks like it's from a hare...

-Fucking hell. -He must have picked the lock.

-You see? What do I do now? -Go to Mum's. Immediately.

-Hi -Hi.

Are you familiar with that Norse weatherman, Sturla Arnesson?

You're sure Sturla is at the gym?

He just posted a selfie from there.

My God...

So, who really perished at Stiklestad?

A replacement.

Good evening, lovely warrior.

I didn't take you for someone who likes contemporary cock.

I guess a cock is a cock no matter how it hangs.

Hi. I'm Lars Haaland. I'm Ingrid's father.

Ingrid is a fair, lovely woman.

-It's an honour to meet her father. -I know that Ingrid is pregnant.

And I know you are trying to threaten her into keeping the baby.

-I would never threaten Ingrid. -Is that right?

Us Norse people have more emotions than you contemporaries.

So, we sometimes act out more.

But I've never threatened anyone. So, she's probably just misunderstood.

You should be aware that I'm a cop. I'm keeping an eye on you.

-So, no need to worry. -That's good.

It was nice to meet you.

How did the talk go?

-What did he say? -I'm not sure.

Come on, I saw that you heard what he said. What did he say?

I guess it means Father of a whore or something...

-That went well. -Yes, I kind of lost it.

No skitr...

I know that was way out of line.

I understand if you feel you have to report it.

I don't think the rules are as strict for external consultants.

Alfhildr and I apologise for our behaviour yesterday.

Being taken off the tunnel murder,-

-is no excuse for not contributing here.

Both you and the missing woman deserve better -

-than two police officers with their heads up their asses.

We confirmed that the soothsayer had a mobile.

The service provider checked the geo data.

There hasn't been any activity on it since she went missing.

I got her call log, in case there should be anything there.

She tried calling someone seconds before the phone was disconnected.

-Could it be an emergency number? -No. The log would have shown that.

-Did you trace the call? -The number was unregistered.

Probably a burner. Lars is talking to the phone shop where it was sold.

It was a hit. The security consultant can see us now. Are you coming?

Wait. A police dog has marked on a container near the fun fair grounds.

You go ahead. We'll follow up on the phone lead.

Hey!

-How is Sturla? -Concussion.

That pig will fucking pay.

Hello? Seatbelt.

Seatbelts are for sissies.

You want to know what's for sissies?

Having to pay a fine of several thousand.

Hi.

-Could you open it? -Yes.

What time was this, did you say?

The purchase is registered on the 25th.

-Could it be there? -It's here.

The girl's name is on the letterbox. Ingrid, wasn't it?

-Then that must be her father. -Okay. Let's go.

What errand do you have here, gentlemen?

This is from Sturla.

But that's not the father.

-Are you kidding? -No.

No. The guy at the gym was contemporary.

Is it confirmed that the woman you found was the soothsayer?

-Everything points in that direction. -Look.

Here's the one who made the purchase in question.

I've seen her before.

There's a photo of her in a folder Alex and I came across.

-From the Neo Luddite farm? -Alex said it wasn't worth anything.

It was an arrival file from a group of women who had timeigrated.

I don't get this.

This is clearly the woman the soothsayer called...

And here we have the victim of the subway murder.

Thanks for the help so far.

The transit centre confirmed that the women arrived near Drøbak.

Why has this not showed up in our searches?

They weren't registered in INSYS.

They have an ongoing case about extradition-

-regarding the Schengen Agreement about arrival in foreign waters.

If there's a link between the soothsayer and the tunnel murder,-

-shouldn't we notify management?

I think we need a a bit more before we can present that link to them.

What do you think?

Is it the guy Ben Joseph was talking about who is doing this?

I just did a tarot reading and had a vision of you.

Yes?

Hi. I'm sorry for pulling you away from work, but...

-He insisted on talking to you. -Did he say what it was about?

Just that you needed to have what he called a gentlemen's discussion.

Maybe it's something medical that he finds embarrassing to tell me.

-Yes... -He's in here.

This really sucks, Gregers.

It's merely a few scratches.

If the girls would excuse us for a moment?

Ingrid, come, let's go outside.

So... What did you want to talk about?

Well, it's about today's assault.

I don't want to worry them needlessly,-

-but I doubt it was a coincidence.

-No? -I suspect-

-this weatherman of Ingrid's is behind it.

The attackers were Norse, and one of them said this was from Sturla and-

- then whacked me over the noggin. -Oh fuck.

That's one way of putting it.

Do you have any hypothesis on why they implemented such a measure?

No, not really.

It's important that you level with me now, Lars.

You see, some confusion arose in the course of the tumult.

I got the impression that the attack was, well, directed at you.

This is my fault... I managed to get myself into a confrontation-

-with that Sturla guy yesterday evening.

-Lars... -Yes, I know.

I didn't mean to. I was just going to talk to him. And then...

I lost it completely.

I'm sorry. I wish I could swap places with you right now.

Oh well...

Now, don't be too hard on yourself, Lars.

All things considered,-

-you are simply a father who defended a tested daughter.

I think you're taking this surprisingly well.

What do you think Marie will say?

Perhaps we should wait-

-before informing the others of the details until I have recovered a bit?

Are you sure that's a good idea? There may still be a threat here.

I gave one of the louts a nasty smack with my pipe.

They will probably also be licking their wounds tonight.

Direct hit. Clack. Straight on the noggin.

-Do you mind? -Not at all.

I'll take what he's having.

-So, where's your mummy tonight? -She finally went to her room.

So now the daughter gets to spread her wings?

-Do you have a family? -Oh, nothing much to speak of.

-Work has taken up most of my time. -Which line of work?

It used to be quantum physics, but then I got bored.

And now my interests have...

Drifted somewhat.

And what tickles your scientific curiosity these days?

Mostly close encounters with the female anatomy.

Why don't you stay the night?

-We can go again in the morning. -No thanks.

It's another woman.

I need to blow off some steam after an email marathon with MPS.

Do you want to go out for a bit?

-Sure. Where are we going? -Come.

-The loser buys a pint. -Do you want to risk it?

-I feel sharp today. -Try me. I'm a four times medalist-

-in the East Norwegian police championship in short track shooting.

Are these for me so that I don't have to listen to your bragging?

What's that?

The dust of the White Christ. It makes God's flame burn stronger.

Breathe it in.

You will once again be king. Did you see?

I saw it. Clear as day.

I liked that divine dust.

It had truth in it.

I'll give you a bag before you leave.

And you believe that this Engingsdottir-

-has a role to play in my return to power?

As sure as day follows night.

A fire is burning in her that is not of this world.

So, Madeleine has nothing to contribute?

All my doubts vanished when I felt the power of the Motherless.

What is it, the force that she possesses?

I only know this: That woman has been touched by the Gods.

Hey. Well? What do you think?

-You'll struggle to win this round. -Is that right?

You only hit with one, though. It is a bullseye, but still...

This pint is on you.

Judgment day has come! We are the children God forgot!

There is no point in seeking shelter, for the storm is already here!

Listen!

We just talked to the phone service provider.

There was activity on the victim's cell phone last night.

We'll have to involve management after all.

The one behind the tunnel murder, killed the soothsayer too, we think.

The killer is now on the loose in Oslo.

And you're certain that this is the victim of the tunnel murder?

I'd like to discuss this with the Chief of Police before we decide.

This is not the time to hesitate.

As long as there's a chance that Lars' theory is right, we must act.

If another woman is killed and we could have stopped it,-

-you're the one who has to live with that decision.

We'll take action.

-Do we have a location for the phone? -Pick up any signals?

Nothing so far. Let me try something else.

-Is it him? -Yes.

-Is he moving? -It seems like it.

Sierra 3.0 to HQ. We're approaching the Ekeberg forest.

-Any change of position, over? -The target is still moving. Over.

Don't fight the inevitable.

We're now approaching the indicated position. Over.

Found something!