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A married couple, husband 72, wife 70.

He shot his wife first and then himself.

-When did this happen? -About an hour ago.

-Who called it in? -A neighbor.

-Is the house empty? -Yes.

All right.

Skin cancer.

Hey! Hey!

-Stop! -Stop! Call the cops!

Attention all units, harassment case, visual on the perp.

The suspect runs towards Munkkiniemi.

We're on our way. Don't let them mess up the scene.

All summer long, there have been attempted rapes, harassment.

-Is it the same perp or several? -Difficult to say.

Suspect is on the run. K-9, can you take it?

Roger that. Pete, let's go to work.

-What now? -You're smiling.

-I'm a happy camper. -Nobody else on the team smiles.

-I'm the newbie. -You'll lose that smile soon.

Where are you taking her?

Excuse me. Where are you taking her?

To the neuro clinic. Head injury.

Timppa Harjunpää! Are you the only detective in Helsinki?

Old habit from patrol. You never know what is important.

I'll go after the vic, stay here if the K-9 find something.

This is not our case, it's a rape.

-Or an attempted rape. -They have nobody else.

Give the bags to Thurman.

Oh, hi...

-You can't come in here. -Detective Timo Harjunpää.

We're prepping her for surgery.

Please, don't clean her nails. Get the swabs before the sperm dies.

-Did she have a bag? -We're trying to keep her alive.

Her skull is fractured. She had no underwear.

Her cheek has scratches. Someone tried to shut her up.

There's a driver's license, so you can go visit her home.

Keep her clothes, someone will pick them up.

Sure.

-I have to go the hospital. -You need to get a sitter first.

What happened? Terttu was going to bring her home.

-Do you have contact info for Terttu? -Sometimes they stayed at her place.

What kind of underwear did Marianne have?

What do you mean?

-I don't know... What do you mean? -I'm sorry, I have to ask.

-I'll kill him! -Don't wake the kids.

-I'll kill him! -Do you know the code to her phone?

-No! -Dad...

Oh darling...

Come here.

Who's he?

-Mom has been taken to hospital. -What's he doing here?

I'm from the police. Your mother is in surgery.

Mom had fallen and hit her head.

-What? Where? -At night somewhere...

Hey there.

Is she dead?

No... Mommy didn't die.

Thurman!

-Did you find anything? -A sole shoe print.

Is she going to live?

-She was still alive. -Good.

-What now? -Let's go bury Jallu.

-Jesus, let me wake up first. -He's in his coffin already.

-Is he rotting already? -No, he's just stiff.

-Have you seen a lot of dead bodies? -Well, yes.

It's good now.

This is a good spot, he'll like it here.

Mom! I found a good spot.

Good. We have to get rid of his cage.

-I want a new bird. -No, the aquarium is enough.

-Did you get the fish food? -I forgot.

-Are you staying home? -Night shift.

-What are you looking at? -You.

-You don't work night shifts. -I do now. A rapist on the loose.

All right.

-You can take us to the beach. -Dad can come with us!

-No way. -Yes, come with us.

-We'll force him to swim. -The water is cold!

Ready!

We visited a couple who died at home.

Miserable and poor.

Their wedding photo was on a shelf. They looked happy there.

What a contrast. Their life didn't go as they planned.

-We're still a wedding photo couple. -Right.

Skin cancer. Didn't seek help. Didn't know how to or didn't care.

-I can't take time off this summer. -Can't your dad come?

I can't take him or his new women.

When did you last have a vacation?

Can't say off the top of my head.

Harjunpää!

The vic's father yelled at me on the phone.

The investigation is shit, he said.

-As long as we know who the lead is. -It's yours until we know more.

Take Onerva from sex crimes, she's an experienced broad.

The techs got a shoe print. There are no cams in the area.

Not a lot to go from. What about the dog?

Lost the trace, found her panties.

No extra resources, no overtime.

-We have over 100 open rape cases. -Okay.

-How's Hietanen doing? -Just fine.

-Can she handle the dead bodies? -Looks like it.

Harjunpää...

-How's your work motivation? -Any complaints?

You're just... laying so low.

We're drowning in cases. Minimum resources, can't get results.

-You can always come and talk to me. -Thanks!

-Hi. Onerva Nykänen. -Timo Harjunpää.

Onerva knows the case.

I went through some old cases. This one was just released.

Henri Tuominen, serial strangler.

-What are you doing with that? -Getting rid of it. Our bird died.

I can take it, my son wants a bird.

Great! But they're a lot of work.

This case reminds me of my first case, Varpu.

A gang raped her and stuffed lighters and beer bottles inside her.

-Varpu never got over it. -What about you?

I'm here, aren't I, looking for justice for women.

-You have any other family? -Just my son, 13.

-I'm a single mother, widow. -Two girls here.

Tuominen picked his victims from night clubs.

Otherwise, he fits the profile. An addict.

Looks for excitement and contact, wants the women to want him.

-Maybe he's active again. -What's this misogyny?

You should see the shit I get. Why do you hate women?

We don't.

They used to be lonely desperados, or druggies.

Now they have the support of online incel groups.

Incel?

Involuntary celibacy, women's fault for not putting out.

The net makes people crazy.

-I'm not your harasser. -A young woman is braindead.

-My vics didn't survive. -What do you think of them?

I've done my time. Fifteen years.

-Served in full. -And now you're clean?

I don't implement that part of my sexuality.

Are you cured?

I fight against it every day.

A bit like a sober alcoholic.

-The lust in me hasn't died. -Are you comparing murders to booze?

You have a family now.

Two small children, who don't know about my past.

-And they can't know? -I've paid for my deeds.

Do you know what the prison does to sexual criminals?

You strangled at least four women. Now you're playing a clean family man.

-I think this was it. -Yes, we're done.

-A psychopath. -Yes.

But not our killer.

I'm so disgusted. Therapy has taught him to act like normal people.

Sorry about last night.

That's fine. I have kids, too.

We had a fucking fight...

Right now...

I never got to apologize to her.

We will catch whoever did it.

Do you know...

The only thing they can do is pull the plugs.

Mikko! How come you're awake?

I can't sleep, my friends were playing.

Go to bed now.

-I've got a surprise for you. -What's that?

-You'll see in the morning. Night. -Night.

-What are you doing? -A spreadsheet.

-Why now? -I'm listing our house chores.

Huh?

I'm listing our chores and their division.

In a spreadsheet?

Haven't you heard of household meta work?

What's that?

Valpuri!

Come on now.

Be careful on the dock.

-Are you listing this in your file? -Not funny.

I have to work tonight.

-The Munkkiniemi perp? -Yes.

-We're in a hurry. -What if he's an incel?

-Don't know. -He could be dangerous.

-What do you do for a living? -Guess?

Kindergarten teacher.

I drive an ambulance.

All right. You must see all kinds of things.

Yes. And what do you do?

Well, guess.

You must be the kindergarten teacher.

True.

-You must see all kinds of things. -I do.

-I also design games. -Okay.

A game designer.

You're a coder. What kind of games?

I can't really talk about them.

-I can show you, if you're interested. -I totally am.

Seriously?

It's cool that you drive an ambulance and design games.

-Really? -That's so cool.

Hey, Ms. kindergarten teacher, you want another coffee?

Why not? Thanks.

-I'll go... -Sorry.

I just realized I have to go to work soon.

-Some other time. -Yes, call me...

True, we can leave together.

-I'll take these. -Thanks.

Look, an unicorn!

-I had a nice time. -So we can do this again?

-Yes, I'd like that. -That's nice, great.

Hey... You've got my bag.

Sorry, of course. The wrong bag.

-See you around, neighbor. -At the mall.

Yes. Maybe.

-Bye. -Bye!

And you don't have a suspect?

No.

We want to make Munkkiniemi safe.

We don't want women to be afraid.

It's just hell that one madman can terrorize an entire suburb.

How do we know we only have one suspect?

Right.

Well, what do we do?

Slow down after bends, so I can maintain visual contact.

I'm so uncomfortable in this getup.

-Be a bit drunk, but not too much. -Fine.

I'm like a fisherman's lure.

All right, I'm off.

-Stay in my field of vision. -Right.

Harjunpää...

I think someone is following me.

I'm coming.

All units, we need backup quickly.

-He's here. -I'm coming.

He's coming your way.

Police! Keep your hands where I can see them. Stop!

Hey!

-Timo! -Stop, do you hear me!

Hey!

Timo!

Police! Freeze!

-I am a cop. -Hands where I can see them.

-Get down on your face! -I am a police officer.

-Down on your face! -Drop your weapons.

He's an officer.

Timo Harjunpää.

All right, Pete, let's go.

Timppa, looking so sad. Should you call us more often?

-You wouldn't look so sad. -You only lose the trace.

-Do your dogs smell anything? -They're not mascots. Where to?

-He went down right there. -Let's go. Good boy, Pete.

-Onerva? -Yes.

-What do meta chores mean? -I'm a single parent, I do it all.

-Thank you, this is enough. -Okay.

-What were you thinking? -What do you mean?

It's a childishly executed violent teen wanking fantasy.

I see.

-I don't think you understand... -Because I'm a woman.

-It's totally sick. -No.

It has potential for millions and a ready-made global audience.

On some dark net forum, yes.

They play a lot. They'll pay for this, it unites them.

-You're serious. -Yes.

You're selling me a game where you rape and kill women.

-Masculine survival. -No, I...

I'm creating a society where birthing women have huge halls.

Men can go to brothels to impregnate the women they want.

In this world, women can't rationally choose their breeding partner,

they always choose the weakest.

It's good that the gamer can choose,

as women are incapable of handling tasks involving society or finances.

Nobody has done this before.

All right...

Fuck you!

-Hello? -A young woman is missing.

Near the place we were last night.

Get your ass over here.

Hey.

-He has risen! -I have to go.

Have breakfast with us.

-Dad stinks. -Dad stinks of cops.

-You're the stinky ones. Bye. -Bye.

-Bye. -Bye.

Her cellphone is on, but she's not answering.

-Can we locate it? -Not yet.

Onerva...

Target found, call off the search. We need CSU and a hearse.

-Fucking hell! -Stabbed.

Lower body bare, dragged here.

Hanny Myllykangas, 34, former car salesman.

Several rapes. Started using drugs in prison, has drug convictions.

He had threatened his live-in partner.

He had flashed his knife and she called 911.

An unit went by, Myllykangas had left.

Didn't come home last night.

The spouse called again, he's passed out at home,

-covered in blood. -I remember him.

He enticed women to his place and got violent when they were naked.

-Should we go say hello? -Go.

-Just the two of you? -Yes.

-I'll go see the coroner. -Are you still laughing?

Only when you're arrested for harassment.

Police. Timo Harjunpää and Onerva Nykänen.

Hello.

Wake up.

-Hello, wake up! -Get up, the police!

-Fuck! -Take it easy.

We're the police. You need to come with us.

-I'm not going anywhere. -Empty your pockets.

-What are those pills? -Headache pills.

-You're coming with us. -What happened to your face?

I don't know. What about your face?

Three of the four stabs went through the heart, she died immediately.

No semen or tears in her vagina but sperm on her clothes and thighs.

-What kind of a weapon? -A sturdy knife.

Her father is coming to identify her.

Hello.

I'll go.

I'm so sorry.

I think all men in Tinder are just players.

Women have to be ashamed of what men do to them.

How come?

Men grow up surrounded by porn, they focus on their own erection.

The three female holes are at their service, often violently.

I see.

And MeToo has brought out all the whiners:

"You can't say anything. You can't desire women any more."

Or then they testify to how they've treated women well.

"Not all men are rapists."

I've never been with a woman.

Okay...

That's just fine.

Why not?

I guess women don't want me.

-Would you like to be with me? -What?

-To have sex with me? -Oh...

What do you mean?

I can pay.

Excuse me...

I thought we're getting to know each other.

-Now you want sex. -I asked politely.

So, not even for money?

Maybe you should leave.

You're exactly like all others.

Where were you last night around 10 p.m.?

I don't remember. I was out of it.

You threatened your spouse and then left.

-I'm so sorry. -Where did you get those bruises?

-I don't know. -Were you in Munkkiniemi?

-Don't remember. -What did you take?

Booze and downers.

Why am I here? Did I do something?

We're trying to figure that out.

-Have you attacked women? -Not since I got out.

-I have my own missus. -You needed to hit to get aroused.

That was my addiction.

-Sex with my missus is different. -You don't have to hit her?

No.

Am I to believe you're cured from your addiction?

I go to groups, I have meds...

We have a woman stabbed to death.

And a braindead woman who was almost raped.

You have all these bruises and can't tell us anything.

The interrogation ends at 1.22 p.m.

-What do you think? -We'll get the DNA soon.

No matter what he says,

we don't have enough to keep him here.

Bad news.

Marianne Sauren-Yliluoma just died in hospital.

So that too turned into a murder investigation.

You start the test here.

Take your time, I'll see when you're done.

You passed the test.

-You want a license for a pistol? -I'm interested in target shooting.

You don't have a history with the sport?

No, but I'm joining a shooting club.

It's harder to get permission for pistol than a rifle.

I know.

What will you do if the license is denied?

I will throw a violent fit.

Sorry. Of course I won't.

I will be disappointed, but I'll practice with club guns, then.

All right. This will take a month or two.

A month?

We will mail you the license, if granted.

Come register the gun, then.

Subtitle translation by Jouni Luoma