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Hulda,�report.
Road�accident,�male�fatality.
Corner�of...
Hulda.
She�hit�him�with�her�car.
You�really�think�so,�Leifur?
That's�some�great�work.
Case�closed.
I-I�already�questioned�her.
It's�Marta,�isn't�it?
I'm�Detective�Inspector�Hulda.
I�need�to�ask�you a�few�questions.
What�you�were�doing before�the�accident?
I�was�just�at�home.
And�your�full�name and�where�you�live?
Marta�Bjarnadottir.�Vesturbaer.
This�is�a�little�bit out�of�your�way,�isn't�it?
Yes,�I�was�going�to�Hagkaup
because�we�needed�milk, and�this�was�the�only�one�open.
I�already�told the�other�officer.
Yeah,�y-you-you�can�tell�me�now.
Ah.
Do�you�remember what�speed�you�were�going?
-I�wasn't�speeding. -Mm-hmm.
He�came�out�from between�the�two�cars,�and...
it�was�an�accident.
-Any�drugs? -No.
-Medication? -No.
What's�going�to�happen�to�me?
I'm�going�to�need to�examine�your�car,
and�I'm�going to�need�your�consent
to�take�a�blood�test.
Is�that�okay?
Yeah,�that's�fine.
And�then�I'm�going�to have�someone�take�you�home.
I'll�get�in�touch
if�we�have any�further�questions.
Do�you�have�children?
Yeah.
I�have�two�boys.
Mmm.
Made�you�some�coffee.
Wonderful.
You�better�get�it before�it�disappears.
That's�mine.�You're�okay?
Yeah-�mm,�rough�night.
Bringing�this�to�my�man.
Ah.
You're�a�godsend.
I�heard. Dead�at�the�scene,�right?
Yeah.�The�woman�who�hit�him, Marta�Bjarnadottir,
says�he�ran�out in�front�of�the�car.
No�witnesses.
-Any�cameras�in�the�area? -No.
Sounds�pretty�straightforward.
Hmm.
Is�there�a�problem?
The�victim�Atli�Karlsson-
he�was�a�registered�pedophile.
Don't�you�think that�complicates�things?
Well...
there's�one�less�pedophile in�Iceland�to�worry�about.
All�I�need�is some�time�to�look�into�it.
So,�uh,�what�is�this,�a�bribe?
Well,�it�feels�wrong,�don't you�think?�And�it's�just...
Okay,�stop.�Just�stop.
Jesus,�you're�giving�me a�headache.
Hulda,�you�retire
in�a�few�months.
Go�on�desk�duty.
Take�an�easy�ride�out.
You�don't�need�to follow�up�on�this�crap.
Leave�the�trash�for the�rest�of�us�to�take�out.
I'm�sorry, am�I�having�a�senior�moment?
Did�I�forget�how�to�do�my�job?
That�wasn't�what�I�meant.
Sounded�like�it�was.
It�was�a�suggestion,�that's�all.
Just�think�about�it.
There's�no�need�for�you�to�be running�all�over�the�place
if�you�don't�need�to�be.
I�can�still�run�faster�than�you.
You're�out�of�breath just�from�eating�a�pastry.
Okay,�off�you�fuck.
And�what�about�Atli?
Who?
The�pedophile.
God's�sakes.�Fine.
Wrap�it�up�quickly,�okay?
Yeah.
Score.
Excellent�police�work.
Excellent�police�work.
Police�Records.�How�can�I�help?
Yeah,�I�need bank�and�phone�records
for�Atli�Karlsson.
With�a�"C?"
No,�with�a�"K."
Uh,�date�of�birth?
October�'81.
Okay,�I'll�email�it�to�you.
Yeah,�thank�you.�Thanks.
- Hi. - Hi.
I'm�picking�up�for�Jon�Jonsson.
-My�husband. -Okay.
Uh,�sorry,
has�he�taken this�medication�before?
Yeah,�yeah,�he�has�angina.
-Ah,�I�see.�Okay. -Okay.
-Just�making�sure. -Yeah.
Uh,�it'll�be�a�few�minutes.
Sure.
So�just�be�careful. Just�stay�on�the�pathway,�guys.
We're�walking on�a�frozen�river�right�now.
Actually,�a�month�ago,�this�was all�filled�with�water�here.
But�glaciers�are always�on�the�move,
and�gravity�pulls everything�downhill,
so�just�keep�on�walking.
Are�you�okay?
There's�somebody�in�the�ice.
Ah.
You�look�beautiful.
- Mm. - Ah...
Not�tonight.
Oh,�let's�see.
Then�when?
I'm�here�all�day.
I�don't�get�to�bury�my�head in�the�sand.
What�did�you�do�that�for?
'Cause�you're�annoying�me.
That�is�the�last�refill.
So�stop�working�yourself�up.
You�need�to�go�back to�the�doctor.
Yeah,�yeah,�yeah.
Oh.
Ah.�My�friend�is�here.
Yeah.�Come.�Come�on.
Good.�Yeah.
- Yeah. - This�is�why it�keeps�coming�back.
Stop�feeding�it. It's�not�our�dog.
Aw...�Yes.
-So,�we're�an animal�shelter�now. -Yeah,�yeah.
-Good,�good. -You�know,�that�Petur�guy�is-
he's�so�creepy.
He's�not�creepy.
-Shh. -Oh,�yes,�he�is, and�he�can�afford
to,�uh,�feed�his�own�pet.
I�think�he�is.
I'll�take�Moa�home.
Here.�Come.
Moa.
Here.�Come.
Petur?�Here.
Oh...�Uh,�sorry.
Hulda...
I'm�sorry.�I'm-I'm-I'm�so�sorry.
It's-it's�just�the�dog.
Oh,�yeah.�Oh,�yeah.
Sorry,�I...
Oh,�yes.
It's�fine.
I�thought�you�were�tired.
I�have�some�work I�need�to�finish.
I'll�try�not�to�wake�you.
Hulda,�do�you�receive?
10-10,�looking�for�an�assist.
Hulda.�Copy.
Isn't�there�someone�there who�can�handle�it?
You�might�want�to�deal with�this�yourself.
Copy.
Have�a�good�night.
-I�want�you�to�take�me�home. -I�am.
No,�to�my�home.
-What�the�hell's�going�on? -Oh,�no!
I�don't�want�Dad�to�see.
I�didn't�need�you to�come�get�me.
I'm�sorry�that�you�have�a�family that�cares�about�you.
Why�have�you�even kept�it�like�this?
Don't�you�want�an�office?
I�don't�want�an�office.
I�want�you.
You�should�try and�get�some�sleep.
We�can�talk�tomorrow.
Okay.
Dimma?
How'd�she�go?
Wasn't�easy,�but�we�got�her�out.
One,�two...
I�wonder�where�she�fell into�the�ice.
Dozens�of�water�swells around�here.
Hulda.
-Hi.�Uh... -Hi.
Yeah,�I�saw�you�driving�out
and�I�just�thought maybe�it'd�be�better
if�I�came�over and,�you�know,�just...
ripped�the�Band-Aid�off,�maybe.
So,�last�night,�wow.
That�was�pretty�embarrassing, wasn't�it?
Yeah.�Um-um,�Petur,
I'm�sorry.�I�truly�am�sorry, and-and,�um...
I�obviously�didn't�know.
I'm�sorry.
I,�I�felt�a�little�bit like�a�teenager
whose�parents had�just�come�home.
I'm�so�embarrassed.�I'm...
really,�truly�sorry,�and you�must�apologize�to�your...
Friend.
Just�a�friend.
- Now,�look,�um... - Uh...
M-Moa...
would�be�devastated
if�you�were�to�start avoiding�us�now.
So,�you�know, please�don't�do�that.
Hi,�Jon.
Petur.
Hi.
- Okay.�See�you. - See�you�later.
Hey.
Hello.
- Marta? - Yeah.
- Hi.�Hulda�Hermannsdottir. - Hi.
- Can�I�come�up? - Yeah.
Go�on.
I�have�some�questions about�the�accident.
Okay.
Uh,�why�don't�we�start
with�what�happened�again.
I�was�going�to�Hagkaup,
and...
he�ran�out from�between�the�cars,
and�I�didn't�have�time�to...
He�was�just�there.
-And�that's�everything? -I�called�the�police.
And�you�came.
I�have�evidence�to�suggest that�this�wasn't�an�accident.
Atli�Karlsson
taught�violin.
Private�lessons.
I�have�bank�records.
Payments�into�his�account
from�you.
Fifteen�transactions.
The�final�one was�made�last�week.
It's�my�son�Emil.
Uh,�he�was�having�music�lessons,
but�we�don't�have�money for�that�now.
Marta,
you�knew�the�victim.
But�it�was...
This�doesn't�prove�anything.
Not�a�thing.
Marta,�I�know�bad�people.
I've�dealt�with�enough�of�them,
and�I�don't�think�that's�you.
I�think�you...
...for�whatever�reason,
believed�you�were�doing the�right�thing,�so�I...
I�need�you to�help�me�understand,�okay?
It's�Emil.
He's�only�10.
And...
...Atli.
He...
He�touched�him.
He's�just�a�little�boy.
Why�didn't�you�come to�the�police?
I�couldn't�do�that.
Put�him�through�that, everyone�knowing.
Online.
In�the�papers.
It�would�have...
This�man.
He�ruins...�children's�lives.
He�had�already�went�to�prison.
And�it�didn't�stop�him.
He�just�got�out and�found�another�boy.
My�boy.
The�police�didn't�stop�him.
Jail�didn't�stop�him.
I�did.
Because�he�is�my�son.
And�it's�my�job�to�protect�him.
And�I�was�sending�him
to�that�monster�for�many�months.
Am�I�under�arrest?
No.
No,�I-I�don't�know.
I�don't�know.
Uh...
Not�yet�anyway.
What's�new?
Found�a�dead�tourist.
Mm,�no�way.
Mm-hmm.
Let�me�guess.
Reynisfjara�Beach.
Nope.�Kotlujokull.
Some�Asian�found�her.
Jesus�Christ.
Tourists�treat�this�country like�it's�Disneyland.
I�know,�right?�Signs�and�fences mean�the�same�fucking�thing.
Tour�group�found�a�girl at�one�of�the�glaciers.
Sounds�like�a�fall.
God�forbid�they�have to�do�their�jobs.
Oh,�hey,�have�you�seen my�new�Harley?
-No. -No.
It's�a�Fat�Boy.
Oh,�Fat�Boy�for�fat�boy.
Hey!
Alexander, someone�is�here�for�you.
Now�I've�already�said I�can't�share�that�information.
You�need�to�listen.
That�was�my�friend!�She's...
-I�don't�know�where. -I�know.
-I�heard�you�the�first- -I�come�to�you.
No,�no.
You�tell�me.
Her�name�Katja�Popova.
Please.
People�at�hostel say�you�found�girl.
Everyone�say.
So�look.
And�tell�me.
-I�already�said-�I-I�can't- -Look.
Is�it�her?
Hey,�M�wants�to�see�you.
Yeah,�I'll�just�be another�moment.
-Look... -Is�it?
I've�already�told�you I�can't�share�that�information
right�now.�Understand?
Leave�or�I'll�have�you�removed.
Do�you�want�your�son to�see�that?
Fuck�you!�Asshole,�pig!
Mama.
I�know,�baby. Mama�shouldn't�have�said�that.
- What�was�that? - What?
Seriously,�Alexander. I'm�not�fucking�around.
What�was�that?
She�thinks�it�was�her�friend at�the�glacier.
-And? -And�what?
Why�didn't�you�get�her to�identify�the�body?
Because�by�the�time she's�defrosted,
the�only�identification will�be�through�dental�records.
You'll�be�in�the�raisin�ranch by�then.
Hey,�hey!
Wait�a�second.�Wait!�Wait!
I'm�a�detective.
Look,�please,�I�want�to�help.
Just�come�back�inside.
I�can�take�a�formal�statement.
I�tell�him�Katja�missing.
I�come�here�and�say, two�week�before.
You�reported�her�missing?
Yes.�Police�don't�care.
I�do.�Okay?�I�care.
I...
Uh,�j-just,�uh, just�come�back�inside.
No�one�care�when�we�die.
No�one.
What�do�you�mean?
Hey!
-What�do�you�mean? -Leave�us�alone.
Katja�Popova,�Katja�Popova, Katja�Popova.
Alexander,�you�must�be so�proud�of�yourself.
Here's�the�file. This�girl�is�dead.
And�this�was�the�work you�did�to�prevent�it.
Elena�Dubrovsky�filed�this weeks�ago.
Hey,�this�has�nothing to�do�with�you.
-Is�this�about�the�tourist? -No.
Yeah,�I'm�still working�that�case...
No.�Katja�Popova wasn't�a�tourist...
Hey,�one�at�a�time, one�at�a�time.
The�pathologist�identified�her
from�the�antemortem�records in�her�immigration�file.
She�entered�Iceland seeking�asylum.
You�spoke�to�them?
He�ignored�a�key�witness.
You're�a�piece�of�work, you�know�that?
Katja�Popova.
Her�friend�filed a�missing�person's�report.
I�responded�to�the�situation as�I�was�required�to,
in�exactly�the�same�way Hulda�would�have�done
had�the�situation�been�reversed.
I�did�what�I�was�supposed�to�do.
I�did�my�job.
Yeah,�congrats,�you�did the�bare�fucking�minimum.
Hulda,�that's�enough.
Inside.
Elena...
the�woman�who�submitted�this,
I�spoke�to�her.
There�was�no�follow-up.
There�was�no�risk�assessment of�the�disappearance.
There's�not�even�a�picture�of the�girl�attached�to�the�file.
This�report�was�submitted two�weeks�ago.
And�now�she's�dead.
Whoa,�you're�saying that's�somehow�my�fault?
What�I'm�saying�is�it�doesn't matter�if�it�was�an�accident.
It�was�never�followed�up�on.
I�want�the�case.
Put�me�on�the�case.
Fucking�unbelievable.
Magnus, if�the�press�get�wind�of�this,
they're�gonna�hammer�you harder�than�Jesus.
It�will�be�a�PR�nightmare.
At�best�they'll�say the�department's
misogynistic, that�we're�incompetent,
that�we�don't�listen�to�women.
Get�ahead�of�it.
Put�me�on�the�case.
Uh...
Hulda�will�play�lead.
But�this�is�your�last�case.
-Understood? -Mm-hmm.
-Copy�that. -Copy�that.
Her�retirement can't�come�soon�enough.
What�about�the,�uh,�the�jogger?
Nothing�yet.
Still�looking�into�it.
This�is�Elena.
Please�leave�message.
Mr.�Cretu�won't�be�long.
-Okay. -He's�expecting�you.
-Hello. -Hi.
In�here.
Katja�was�a�journalist.
The�Kremlin
launched�a�full-fledged witch�hunt�on�independent�media.
She�was�persecuted,�beaten.
And�she�fled�here.
What�did�the�two�of�you talk�about?
Her�case.
Her�family,�how�she�missed�them.
Her�father�was�ill and�she�was�worried
about�not�seeing�him�again.
She�felt�like she�had�somehow�betrayed�them
by�leaving�Russia.
Okay.
And�can�you�tell�me about�her�mental�state?
Nothing�alarming that�I�saw,�but...
you�never�know.
Do�you�think she�could've�killed�herself?
It�certainly�happens.
Applying�for�asylum,
the�journey,
it's�a�marathon�psychologically and,�uh...
not�everyone is�made�out�for�that.
I'll�try�and�summarize.
We�applied�for�subsidiary protection�in�February.
Katja�had�an�interview�in�April.
And�it�went�to the�Directorate�of�Immigration
shortly�thereafter.
Was�her�visa going�to�be�approved?
It�was�approved�weeks�ago.
And�she�knew�this?
I�believe�she�was�going to�keep�it�to�herself.
She�had�a�friend that�was�waiting.
Elena�Dubrovsky.
Yeah.
Why�would�someone who�just�had�their�visa�approved
take�their�own�life?
That's�your�question,�not�mine.
Her�friend�Elena, how's�her�application?
We're�still�waiting for�an�answer�there.
Uh,�it's�tough�being�Russian.
Elena's�volatile.
She's,�uh,�a�single�mom.
She's�alone.�She's,�uh...
eh,�the�struggle's�real.
Yeah?
I'm�really�sorry, but�Lucila's�here.
Okay,�thank�you.
Any�further�questions?
-Did�you�ever�take�her�hiking? -Oh,�please
understand�that�I'm�way�too�busy
to�be�wading�in�foot-deep�snow with�my�clients.
Thank�you.
There's�no�sign of�sexual�assault.
And�the�cause�of�death?
Well,�the�initial�impact�point was�her�head.
But�there's�significant post-mortem�trauma.
The�body�is�ready.
How�long�was�she�out�there?
A�day,�a�week.
The�ice�preserved�her.
But�how�long�to�freeze like�that?
Faster�than�you'd�think.
Any�backpack?
Not�that�anyone�found.
Got�to�warn�you,�she's,�uh,
not�in�good�shape.
She's�gone�through the�freeze-thaw�process.
Anything�else?
Mm,�fractures�in�the�fingers of�her�right�hand
suggest�a�fall.�Maybe.
You're�gonna�want�to�wear�that. She's,�uh,�decomposing�fast.
She's�very�clean.
No�dirt�under�her�fingernails.
Or�on�her�body.
That's�strange.
She's�gone�through
the�rinse-wash�cycle of�a�glacier.
No�calluses, no�blisters�under�her�feet.
- Mm-mm. - She�wasn't�a�hiker.
Any�indication�of�suicide?
Her�medical�records�are back�in�Russia.
We�don't�know�if she�had�depression
or�history of�mental�health�issues.
And�without�knowing the�launch�point,
if�she�left�anything�behind-
was�she�pushed, did�she�trip,�did�she�jump?
I�don't�have�an�answer.
What�were�you�doing on�that�glacier?
What�were�you�doing on�that�glacier?
Can�you�tell�me�why�you're dressed�like�Tenzing�Norgay?
Going�up�the�glacier.
I�want�to�establish a�launch�point.
I�don't�think�she�fell, so�maybe�she�was�pushed.
Maybe�she�left�something�behind.
You�know�her�visa�was�approved?
I�don't�care.
If�you�go�to�the�field, you�take�someone�with�you.
Do�you�know�how�dangerous it�is�to�be�up�here�alone?
I�know,�that's�why you're�coming�with�me.
Let's�go.�Okay.
Shit.
How�is�this�going�to�help?
There�are�channels, under�the�glacier.
Like�giant�water�slides.
I�know�what�goddamn meltwater�is.
But�most�of�them�go�nowhere, things�get�stuck�in�them,�but...
if�we�can�find�out
where�they�all�flow to�the�outlet,
maybe�we�can�narrow�down where�she�went�in.
So�I'll�throw�these�down and�we'll�see�where�they�end�up.
That's�littering.
You�given�much�thought to�your�retirement?
-What�you�want�to�do? -Yeah.
I�thought�I'd�knit�you a�"fuck�the�patriarchy"�sweater.
You�know�it�doesn't just�affect�you.
I�have�to�make�some changes�in�the�department.
And�I�have�to,�uh, bring�in�someone�else.
And�consider�your�leaving...
I�have�to�take�care�of�the...
the�goddamned�department�there. Watch�it!
Just�a�little�bit�further.
Ah!
Hulda!
Fuck.�Ugh.
You�can�say�it.
Thank�you.
I�think�I�will.
Told�you�so.
This�is Elena.�Please�leave�message.
212�to�Dispatch.
Go�ahead,�212.
We're�on-site at�Skeljanes�Viewpoint.
One�adult�female�appears to�be�deceased.
Can�we�get�an�ambulance?
Received,�212.
Ambulance�on�its�way. Have�you�attempted�CPR?
Negative,�Dispatch.
212,�is�there�a�child? A�boy,�maybe�seven?
Negative.�No�child�found in�the�vicinity.
Shit.�Hey,�stop�her. It's�an�overdose.
It�will�trigger�her. You�know�what�she's�like.
Is�it�the�Russian�girl?
-Is�it?�Did-did�you�find�Elena? -Hulda.
Hulda,�I�need�you to�go�back�to�the�car.
Who�are�you�talking�about?
The�Russian�with�the�kid. Elena.�Is�it�her?
What?�No.
It's�not�suspicious,�okay? Do�you�understand?
It's�nothing�to�do�with�you.
It's�just�some�nut taking�the�easy�way�out
and�fucking�up�my�night.
Turn�your�hearing�aids�on. I�said�piss�off.
Whoa,�whoa,�whoa,�whoa, whoa,�whoa,�easy�there.
-Hulda,�easy,�easy�there. -That's�someone's�kid.
Are�you�fucking�crazy?
You're�done,�Hulda!
It's�someone's�kid.
-Easy,�boy. -Crazy.
Hey,�there.
Dimma.
Your�mom's�here.
How's�your�leg?
-It's�fine. -Good.
I�didn't�even�know�her.
That�girl.
Who�I�got�in�a�fight�with, at�the�bar.
-She�called�me�a�slut. -What?
Like,�what�a�mean�fucking�thing to�say�to�someone
-you�don't�even�know. -She�wanted�attention.
It�just�made�me�so�angry
that�there�are�people who�suck�that�much.
That�can�be�that�fucking arbitrarily�cruel.
Just�don't�engage.
What's�going�on?�Talk�to�me.
I'm...
I�get�so�afraid�sometimes
that�I'm�not feeling�things�properly.
Like�I'm�wrong.
Like�the�wrong�shape or�something.
-No,�baby. -I�don't�know.
-You're�not�the�wrong�shape. -Yeah.
Just�next�time,�walk�away.
'Cause�that's what�you'd�do,�right?
You'd�just�walk�away?
-I�just�want�to�help�you. -Yeah.
Thanks.
I�think�I�should�get�back.
-I�love�you. -Yeah.�I�love�you.
Now�crawl�to�life
But�speak�so�careful
Those�whitened�forces
Descent�unstable
Come�alive
Fallen�wild�sons
Fall.
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