All language subtitles for Post Mortem No One Dies in Skarnes E6 Rigor Mortis

A NETFLIX SERIES

- What are you looking for?
- Shh!

- What are you looking for?
- Papa's embalming equipment.

It hasn't been used for two decades,
but it has to be here somewhere.

- What for, though?
- Bingo.

Embalming someone
is basically taking blood out

and filling them with chemicals instead.

We're not replacing it with chemicals,
we#'re just taking the blood out.

You've seen what happened to you today
when you didn't get blood.

Yep.

We draw his blood out,
so we have our own reserves.

That'll stop us having to do any more...

After?

After, we burn him.

Like he planned to burn us.

ARCHIVE 1992 - ARCHIVE 1993

You're bankrupt.
Nothing I can do about it.

If you are able to make a down payment
of 30,000 kroner...

Come on.
You didn't really think you'd make 30,000

getting an ordinary dead body?

Thirty thousand, Odd.

It's not really that awful, is it?

Come on!

- I'm trying.
- Shh!

Come on.

OVERDUE

Why the police car, Live?

Because no one will suspect the police
have a dead body in the boot.

- Where are you going?
- I forgot the key to the crematorium.

Hi.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

At least, uh...

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh?

I mean... the bank's taking the house.

- Huh?
- Tomorrow.

But...

what about the trip to Sweden?

I guess it was too good to be true.

POLICE

- Hello.
- Hi, hi.

- Hi.
- At it early?

Yeah, must... Someone has to.

Why don't we head to the petrol station,
see if we can get a cheeky coffee?

We're gonna need it today.

- I can get it.
- No, we'll go together.

- I can get them.
- We'll go together.

Judith? No stress at all
for me to get them..

So, the Arvid case.

In no time. We are so close now.

So close.

What is that smell?

- Judith...
- Are you serious?

That was a stinker, Reinert.

Phew-hoo-hoo!

We'll take those there later.

- By the way.
- Hmm?

Double cappuccino, two sweeteners.
Bye-byer.

What do I say to Rose?

You must tell her how it is.

We have to leave tomorrow,
and I've lied for several weeks?

But you haven't lied, Odd.

Avoided the truth. All the same.

You have done what you thought was best
to save the family business.

But it's not about the business.
It's all about the family.

No one ever dies in Skarnes.
There's clearly not a market here.

We can't survive if no one's dying.

What if you were able to make the payment?

Yeah, yeah, but then I'd need
an exceptional funeral.

Not a fucking miser's funeral,
like was had by the Gundersens.

A decent one.

You remember what Papa used to say?

Suddenly, it turns around.

Didn't work out for him, though.

Rose worked the late shift last night,
didn't she?

Yeah.

At least wait to talk to her
until she wakes up.

Yeah.

Okay, new plan.

Sverre is already dead,

- and we need to get away with it.
- Huh?

But we also have an opportunity here
to give Odd a funeral.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I can help him now.

- We can help him now.
- No.

They'll find something suspicious, Live.

Who are "they"?
The emergency doctor is lying...

Lying in the boot.
And the police are behind the wheel.

POLICE

There you are!

Here he is.

- Here I am.
- There you are.

Where did you go?
Did you go to Kongsvinger for that coffee?

Come in here a minute.

Thanks.

So...

This here is an unsolved murder from 1993.

I suspected Live's mother.

I totally screwed it up back then.
Didn't listen to this intuition of mine.

What's your intuition saying this time?

Everything is pointing to Live.

- There's something she's not telling us.
- Do you have any evidence?

Yes, I have evidence.

But Evidence with a capital E,
I don't have yet.

I will do.

Sorry I didn't listen to
or believe you when you...

Skarnes sheriff's office,
you're talking to Marianne.

- Judith?
- Yeah?

- Call for you.
- I'm busy. Call back.

It's the ambulance service.

Take this.

Hello.

Yeah?

Oh, God.

Yes.

Yes, thanks.

Reinert.

The doctor's dead.

- Huh?
- Sverre Hansen

has been found dead in his home.

Who would have thought it?

Something peculiar is screwing with us.

I'll do it.

- Yeah?
- Totally, yeah, yeah.

Yeah? Then I'll carry on
with the investigation here.

- Odd.
- Sorry.

Sorry.

Hallangen, this is Odd.

Huh?

No, I can make
the half an hour response time.

- Odd, I worked till two last night.
- No stress. Just a moment.

The doctor's dead.

- Huh?
- Dr. Sverre's dead.

You must try to stop smiling
when someone dies.

Yeah, but... I'm sorry.

- Yes, this is Frode.
- Frode, this is Odd.

Hi, Odd.

Listen to this, do you hear?
I've got myself a funeral.

- Really?
- Hell, yeah.

So I guess that after all,
it'll all add up.

Frode, are you there?

Yes, I'm here.

You know, that depends on whether
you actually make money on this funeral?

Yeah, I'll make sure of that.

For sure?

For sure, yeah.

HALLANGEN FUNERAL AGENCY

Hey, hey, boys.

- It's my turn, yeah?
- Yes, yes.

- Hi, Reinert.
- Odd.

Where's Judith?

Judith's at the station.

A lot to do. Yeah.

Hmm. Finally!

Well, well, well.

Hmm.

It's a bit depressing
to think that even doctors can die.

- Yeah.
- Whatever next, eh?

Pyromaniac firemen, or...

police officers who murder?

Yeah.

Heh.

So, uh...

Do we think it's anything suspicious?

No, why would you say that?

No, it's nice not to have
to make the trip to pathology.

- This is, without doubt, a natural death.
- Oh, gefinitely.

- Mmm.
- Hmm.

- Hmm.
- Man, 60s.

Overworked.

Mm-hm.

- Comes home, worn out.
- Mmm.

- Sits down, maybe takes a glass of whisky.
- Yes.

Feels dizzy.

- Mmm.
- Um...

- Wants to make his way to the toilet.
- Hmm.

Mm-hm?

Yes. On the way out, though,

he falls over.

- And that's that.
- Yeah.

There's no point
in sending anyone for an autopsy,

when it's obvious to see
it's a natural death.

Man in his 60s.

- Overworked.
- Hadn't been feeling well.

- We're not made of money.
- No.

- This isn't New York, is it?
- It's not even Elverum.

Mmm.

Let's get to it.
Can you take the legs?

Let's see.

Oh, hi, there. Here we have someone
who hasn't got rigor mortis yet.

Huh?

Yeah, it just means
he's actually quite fresh.

Suspiciously fresh, is it?

No, he'll stiffen up, but, uh...

- just not yet, as you can see.
- Hm.

Boosh!

Anything suspicious, huh?

Nothing suspicious, no.

What did the emergency room doctor say?

The emergency room doctor, he's dead.

Oh. Yeah.

What did the paramedics say?
They must have observed something.

Well, nothing unnatural,
as far as they could tell.

But that's a bit strange.

Are you going to send him for an autopsy
because of "a bit strange"?

If there's one thing
that blows the budget, it's that.

Judith?

Yeah. I've investigated
all possibilities present.

Sverre Hansen died
during the night from a mild illness,

in pyjamas, making his way to the toilet.

Nothing suspicious about that.

I suppose I had, uh... such a good feeling.

What do you mean, "good feeling"?

Well, I suppose, a bad feeling,
that is. Mm-hm?

♪ I have been around ♪

♪ Searchin' for the sound ♪

♪ Now it's on my mind ♪

♪ You are what I find ♪

♪ So let us go together ♪

♪ Baby, my heart, you've got to trust me ♪

♪ Now we can start
Just come and hold me ♪

♪ Take me ♪

♪ Baby ♪

♪ Why have we to wait so long? ♪

♪ People say we're far too young... ♪

♪ Can't you see that's wrong? ♪

- Reinert?
- I can't do it. It won't work.

- Sh!
- It's not going to work.

Come in. Shut the door.

We shouldn't have messed with that corpse.
We should've just got rid of the evidence.

- Fucking hell! What the fuck?
- Uh...

There's absolutely no evidence
pointing to us.

No, but Judith will soon find something.

Sverre will be cremated
in a few days. That has to happen.

All of the proof goes with him.

Live, I'm a police officer.

And I've killed a person
and done everything I can that's possible

to cover it up,
or make it look like a natural death.

That's what happened here, Live.

- It wasn't actually you who did it.
- No? Who was it?

I...

Do you mean that...
to say from now on, I'm a...

a...

monster for the rest of my life?

You're not a monster. Reinert.

You're not a monster.

If that was so, I'm also a monster.

No. You're not one.

Hm.

Uh...

How silly of me.

You only need me
when you have to get away with murder.

Uh...

Number 43.

White-painted coffin in solid pinewood.

We have number 33, in a birch.

You can get it foiled,
painted white or as natural birch.

We have many options.

I, uh... I really don't know

- how to make the decision.
- No.

No, it's difficult.

Mm.

Mind you, Wenche,

I don't think we even have to choose
a coffin for your brother.

What?

No, you and I, we really knew him.

He was our family doctor
since the '80s.

I think he was at my birth, even.

Oh.

And your brother,
he wore clothing of the highest quality.

Proud owner of the finest house
in Skarnes. Drove a Porsche.

And I, of course, can sell you a Toyota.

- Hmm.
- Yeah, or a Skoda, for instance.

Oh! Yeah.

- No fear.
- No.

Not wanting to repeat myself,

but I don't think we even have
to choose a coffin for your brother.

Hmm?

He has already decided for us.

Number 52 is made from
mahogany-stained cherrywood,

which gives an exquisite finish.

This is the closest
I can get to your brother's Porsche.

That was, after all, who he was in life.

Who are we to say that
he should be someone else in death, hm?

Hmm.

TILL DEATH DO US PART

Hi. I think your brother's lost it.

Now do you see?

- You see why we're going down?
- It's that one. Yeah. Okay.

- Weird.
- Oh, my God!

- Hi.
- I sold the mahogany casket, yeah?

- You're kidding!
- No.

- Yes!
- Oh!

Wonderful!

- Oh, no, no, no, no!
- Oh, sorry, sorry.

- That's wonderful! Oh!
- Yeah, I know.

And not just the mahogany casket.
300 programmes, lots of music.

Yeah! I mean, the full package!

- Now it's turning round, Odd!
- That's exactly right!

- Yes!
- Yes, you, you tiny little froggy tadpole.

You'll get the finest room
in all of Skarnes.

And you, you magnificent old sock,
you will look just like a sleeping baby

- when I'm done with you.
- And that's my cue. Have a good one.

- See ya!
- Oh, I understand.

It sounds a little strange
when I say it like that.

It sounds strange
however you say it, period.

Yeah. Fair enough.

What is it?

Just that he's still so soft and limp.

Oh, yeah?

There's no livor mortis,
or marks of death or marbling or anything.

I tried folding his hands,
but it was like...

ooh, folding spaghetti.

At work, we always used to say that

rigor mortis can be a bit different
from person to person, you know?

Uh, no.

The stiffness of death occurs post mortem,
no matter what.

When the blood first starts coagulating
in the muscles, the body becomes stiff.

That's how it is.

Even if it has somehow
got a little bit warm?

In Norway?

In November?

Should I say something?

The police?

No.

No.

I don't think so.

But...

What if something suspicious...

has happened?

With a 60-year-old workaholic?

Yeah, yeah. But still...

But if you send him to pathology now,

it'll be at least for one...

Most likely two or three weeks
before you'll get him back.

And then you have to postpone
the funeral for a good while, and, uh...

you don't have the funds to afford that.

You can't afford that, can you?

No, I can't do that.

So...

Now, with this chance you're given,

to look after the family business,

you shouldn't prevent it.

Hm. Yeah. You're right.

Hm.

OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER? CAUSE OF DEATH?

You have reached the voicemail of
Detective Reinert J. Tisthamar

at Skarnes sheriff's office.

Please leave me a message after the beep.

In case of an emergency, ring 113.

Hi.

Um... I just wanted to say...

I do care about you, Reinert.

Rose?

I have to tell you something.

- I thought you were...
- I can't...

How could you say no?

- Why would you bring it up now?
- There's no signs of rigor mortis!

- It's a red flag!
- Why are you doing this?

I have to go
through official channels!

- Let it go! Just let it go!
- I can't let it go!

- I could lose my licence.
- Nobody needs to know!

- Why the hell didn't you say?
- Because, do you know what?

- Until just now, I thought I'd be able...
- Why haven't you said anything until now?

If there's something wrong with the body,
I have to report it!

- I have to let Judith know! Fuck!
- Why now, Odd? I've heard enough.

Wait!

I'm sorry.

Reinert?

Hi.

- What the fuck?
- Live, why are you here?

Why am I there?

SHERIFF'S OFFICE

- Are you completely sure?
- Yes, I'm completely sure.

Something's not normal in Skarnes.
The funeral director, Odd Hallangen...

- What, the brother of the...
- Yeah.

The brother of the girl who woke up
after I sent her for an autopsy.

- Whom you declared dead?
- Yeah, I declared her dead.

And I've apologised profusely
for that situation.

But now I'm begging for the green light
for authorisation

to send Sverre Hansen's body for autopsy.

Uh-huh. And why is that, Judith?

- To discover if he's been murdered.
- Uh-huh. By who?

- Oh, my God. No one can hear us now!
- Ssh! We'll talk here.

Well?

You just can't barge
into the police station like that.

Odd realised it wasn't a natural death,
he's alerted Judith,

and as soon as Sverre is sent
for an autopsy, we'll be fucked.

Yeah. And whose brilliant idea
was that, again?

To let Odd be in charge of burying
the person we killed?

Just so that he was able to keep running

- his ridiculous little shop.
- This isn't about the business,

- It's all about our family.
- Yeah, okay.

Can't you... stop Judith?

- Stop Judith?
- Huh.

You saw that board there, right?

Judith suspects you

for all that's been going on
here in Skarnes lately.

- She doesn't even know the half of it.
- You have to help me. You have to help us.

But I... What shall I do? I mean...

- Yeah. I'm not a murderer.
- You are, though!

Fuck.

A whole career...

A whole life, yeah...

All I ever wanted was to be the one
to solve a murder case in Skarnes.

What I'm struggling with is
that I'm the murderer in the case, Live.

I just can't handle it.

HALLANGEN FUNERAL AGENCY

I'm sorry.

- I love you.
- I love you too.

- And I love you, and always...
- Odd?

- Hm?
- Odd?

Hi.

Can I talk to you for a bit?

What kind of evidence
do you have, Judith?

I don't have any evidence.
I don't have any yet.

But I will get it
if you give me authorisation

for sending this case for an autopsy.

Okay, Judith.

First, you send the body to pathology,

and then you can apprehend
Live Hallangen for 24 hours.

- Thanks!
- But, Judith...

- this must get you results.
- I can promise you won't regret this.

- Don't let me down. All right.
- Thanks a lot.

So you understand I had to tell,
uh, Judith, unfortunately.

- Even if it means you're going to close?
- Yeah.

More important to live with myself
than, uh... than...

yeah, the business surviving.

I guess. I don't know what I mean.

I must show you something.

You found it? Great!

Where did you find it?

Sverre had it.

Where did... uh, where did Sverre find it?

He didn't find it.

He was the one
who attacked me by the barn that time.

- What?
- And yesterday, he tried to...

He...

Or... or I...

Yeah...

Did you have something to do
with Sverre's death?

It was an accident.

But how do we call it off?
I've already told her that we should...

Odd, I'm going to go and tell them
that I committed the murder.

That way, you might not
have to send him for an autopsy

or sell the house.

But...

Wh...

But wha...

I...

Just go back to Rose.

This time I'll do it right.

The thing is, I wonder if I was a little
hasty when I called you earlier...

I want him sent for an autopsy
immediately.

Judith, you don't have to send him
for an autopsy.

- Live...
- Live Hallangen,

I'm apprehending you
for the murder of Sverre Hansen.

- Odd, we're sending him to pathology.
- No, I've prepared him to be buried.

Sverre's sister has ordered
the full package, with an open casket,

- music, flowers...
- Odd, I need to know the cause of death.

Send him to pathology immediately.

Shall we go?

Do I need to get
the handcuffs out for you?

- No.
- Then let's go.

Baby, what's going on?

Odd?

- I'm sorry, I have to go downstairs.
- Huh?

I have to send Dr. Sverre to pathology.

Do you have enough evidence to arrest her?

- Kongsvinger will insist...
- I' haven't arrested her.

I've apprehended her.

I can't arrest her
before I have enough evidence.

But my intuition tells me
that we'll get pretty juicy evidence

once this autopsy is complete.

Then we'll see that the doctor
didn't die of natural causes.

Then we can charge Live Hallangen.

Live?

Papa was right.

What about?

I'm not worth it.

This.

I'm sorry, Reinert.

Live...

let's escape from Skarnes.

Come with me. I can't do this alone.

You're the only one
who knows what this is.

Nothing will ever be the same
for us, though.

Even if we leave Skarnes.

Yeah?

We can at least be together.

Reinert?

What are you doing?

Um...

It's a... new witness statement.

- Witness statement?
- Yeah.

I'd like to check a couple of things.

Just go through a couple of points.

Yeah, okay. A couple.

Fuck!

The autopsy's happening today.
They're going to call any minute.

So you have a guy
who's sentenced to death...

- In Norway?
- Yes, in the Viking era.

- Okay, what's he convicted of?
- Asking too many questions.

- Wow. That's gorgeous.
- Mm-hm.

Anyway, the condemned gets to choose
between three different rooms.

The first room is, uh, filled with fire,

the second is filled with
assassins with loaded guns...

In the Viking era?

...and the third is filled with lions
who haven't eaten in three years.

Which room is safest?

The third one.

Lions who haven't eaten
in three years are dead.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Skarnes sheriff's office,
this is Marianne speaking.

Yes.

Judith?
The pathology department's calling.

- Yeah, Reinert, I...
- Listen.

We must wait a minute, and then...

Reinert!

- Fucking hell.
- What's up?

You take this. I have to talk with Odd.

For the love of God.

What are you doing
over there in Skarnes?

I have no idea, to be honest.

First you try to send us
a corpse that isn't dead...

and then you send us
a fully embalmed corpse.

- Embalmed?
- Yes, em-bal-med.

- Yes... Yeah... Hmm...
- Odd?

Yeah, that's...

Yes, yes, that's, uh... Oh, dear.

How do you expect any forensic pathologist
to find the cause of death,

when the corpse is fully embalmed,
drained of blood,

filled with chemicals and tampered with
in all sorts of ways?

Judith. I understand that you're
pissed off,

- but I tried to tell you.
- Tell me what?

That Dr. Sverre Hansen's sister
had requested the full package.

- Full package?
- Yeah.

Mahogany-stained cherry coffin,

300 programmes,
lots of musicians, full choir and...

as you've probably just heard,

embalming as well.

Are you clear as to what this does
to the investigation?

Is it difficult?

There's no possibility of an autopsy
when you've filled the corpse with...

Formaldehyde.

Does that mean that I'm free to carry on
with the funeral as planned, or what?

Go to hell!

♪ Hvor du meg fører ene ♪

♪ Jeg følger med ♪

Dear big brother.

I remember the first time
you took me camping.

You'd made...

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Um... When I got stuck in...

Is it strange for you, being here?

- Yeah.
- ...it for me.

- Hm. But it was...
- Even though...

Yeah.

...all this mud, and...

You still managed to get me out.

There's something very strange here.
Don't you think?

Yeah.

Very.

What are you thinking about?

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ So I can stand on mountains ♪

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ To walk on stormy seas ♪

♪ And I am strong ♪

♪ When I am on your shoulders ♪

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ To more than I can be ♪

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ So I can stand on mountains ♪

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ To walk on stormy seas ♪

♪ But I am strong ♪

♪ When I am on your shoulders ♪

♪ You raise me up to more than I... ♪

Hey, what's up?

Nothing.

♪ Doo-doo-doo, duh-duh-duh-duh, duh! ♪

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ So I can stand on mountains ♪

♪ You raise me up ♪

♪ To walk on stormy seas ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ And I am strong... ♪