BASED ON THE BOOKS "HULEMANNEN"
AND "JAKTHUNDEN" BY JORN LIER HORST
Sissel? Hello.
You are so kind.
WISTING
-Coming home at this hour? -Thomas! Hello.
Hello.
-What a sun tan! -Thank you.
-Nice with breakfast. -Yes, indeed.
-You are really good. -Please, help yourself.
-Merry Christmas. -This is Radio Tønsberg.
Good morning, and thank you for listening this Wednesday.
My name is Kenneth. I will soon serve you some mixed music.
But now, as the Christmas month has begun...
-What's the plan for today? -I am attending Viggo's funeral.
-Aren't you? -I have a lot of meetings.
The first one starting soon.
Meetings about the Christmas-tree murder?
I am meeting Amund Sund. He is officiating the funeral.
-Give him my regards. -And thank him for last time?
-He just left it there. -I guess he trusts you, then.
Yeah, really.
Try mom's birthday.
Fuck!
Thank you for a wonderful breakfast, my son.
You're welcome.
Are you doing something nice today?
I will go with Line to the church.
We can put a Christmas flower on the grave.
Yes. But maybe we could meet for lunch?
On the café by Wassilioff?
-If you have time. -I will take time.
Ok.
-What's that? -Christmas card to Viggo from Irene.
So we drained the wrong well. But we're close. I can feel it.
Washington sent these to help us.
These are digital mockups of old photos of Godwin
so we can see what he might look like today.
Shit, that could be like anyone.
Well, concentrate on the area around the eyes.
They are the hardest to change or alter.
Men don't generally wear makeup or pluck their eyebrows.
Old men wear glasses.
Concentrate on the eyes, not the glasses.
-But what if he wears sunglasses? -Really?
The newspaper called. They suspect that we're investigating a murder.
Not a word. If Godwin hears we're here,
he will run. Keep a lid on it.
-Is it the new one? Joachim? -Yes.
-Tell him to call me. -You don't pick up.
Guys, I've analyzed all your relevant missing person files.
And narrowed it down to 12 cases that fit Godwin's profile.
-Fits best how? -Taste, to put it bluntly.
Type, age and similar location. Anywhere close to a main road.
-Easy access, easy exit. -The Highway killer?
-Ellen Robekk. How sure are you? -She fits the profile.
I'm sorry.
Guro Linde.
The McDonald's disappearance in Drammen 2007.
Oh, dear. The Hilde case.
Maria. Bente Olsen?
So we have possibly 12 victims over a 20-year period. Right?
Given that he works within roughly the same perimeter as in the US,
which is 5 hours' driving, give or take,
around a focal point which we believe is here.
-You think he lives here, in Larvik? -Probably. Or works out of here.
And his rhythm?
-Pattern. -Yeah, pattern.
Statistically he craves a new victim every year and a half.
-And the last was? -Nearly two years ago.
Haglund? Your turn.
-What is it? Have you been here? -No.
Thomas, I have to go.
See you tonight.
Excuse me. Line Wisting. Could I ask you some questions?
Hi! You need to see this. Look.
If Godwin lives here in Larvik
and operates within five hours driving,
why wouldn't he also go here too? To Sweden.
-Damn. -Bloody hell.
I will take it. Leave it.
We have 12. How many might the Swedes have?
I'll continue with the wells. I'll call the historical society.
You should brag a bit about him. He is doing good. Benjamin.
-Excuse me. Are you Irene? -Yes.
My name is Line Wisting. I was Viggo's neighbor.
-Right. -Do you recognize this?
-Where did you get it? -I have access to his house.
I am working in VG and would like to write a piece on Viggo.
Access? Didn't you say you were his neighbor? Are you a journalist?
I grew up in the house next door. Now I work in VG.
Might I ask how you knew him?
Did you take a picture of me in the church? I do not want this.
Fuck!
-Yes? -Someone wants to report a stalker.
Stalker? Can't Benjamin take it?
-He insists on talking to you. -He?
Long time, no see.
Seventeen years.
So you think someone is following you?
I have served my time for something I didn't do.
I should not have to come out to this.
-Is someone following you? -I will report him for harassment.
-Hang on... -He wants me to feel it.
He is trying to provoke me into doing something stupid.
Something stupid? Like what?
Jump on him or something like that.
He knows that if I fuck up, I am going straight back to jail.
Who are you talking about, Haglund? Someone you know?
Who do you think? Frank Robekk.
Detective. The Ellen Robekk case. Something is puzzling me about it.
-Yes. -Her uncle, your colleague, Frank.
-Mm hmm. -Why wasn't he investigated?
She was his niece.
She was in his care when she disappeared.
He was the last to see her alive. That in itself...
-You think Robekk is Godwin? -No. No, I'm pretty certain he's not.
I ran his prints.
Robekk was robust. Competent. But then Ellen disappeared.
Then he became intense.
When Cecilia disappeared the next year,
Frank said it was the same perpetrator.
When we got Haglund for killing Cecilia,
but couldn't connect him to Ellen...
Robekk was asked to leave.
WINDOW TABLE IS FREE. SEE YOU.
-Hello, Frank. Might we enter? -Only you. Not the kid.
I don't have any coffee. Or it is not ready yet.
Frank.
-I know why you're here. -Are you stalking Haglund?
I observed him to see where he lives.
-So that I don't run into him. -Leave him alone.
You are not the only one knowing the truth.
I still have it, even if you guys think I have lost it.
I do not think you have lost it, but you are wrong.
I think you want it to be Haglund because it makes sense.
Makes sense? There is nothing here that makes sense, William.
-He has served 17 years. -Yes, so now he is rehabilitated.
Let him out, so he can meet girls like Ellen and Cecilia.
Be "kind" to them?
What if it was Line?
-Are you changing the lock? -Yes.
I have the keys to the old one.
We need to clarify with the police that I can have a copy of the new.
Is it common that the elderly want an extra lock?
If people are anxious, they want an alarm. I told him that.
-Did you install the new lock? -Yes, just after summer.
He wanted an offer for securing windows, too.
But when I came to deliver, no one was here. Maybe he was...
Yes.
-Did you get any impression of him? -He seemed frightened.
The Swedish police are going through old missing girl cases.
They're sending someone. Meanwhile we need to locate the missing wells.
Good. We have to work our way through our list of suspects.
Yes, I'll check it.
SUSPECT: ROBERT GODWIN VICTIM: PETER CRABB
-Like this? -Thank you.
-Look at this. -No.
Sissel...
This is a bad idea. You are getting worse each day.
Don't feel sorry for yourself. If I can make it, so can you.
I know you have to go to work now.
But first you must lock me up again. That's how it is right now.
DAD
-Yes? -Irene?
Hello! It's Line, from the church.
I understand you want to be left alone, but...
-I grew up next to Viggo. -Spare me.
-You are just curious. -Ok. You're right.
But it is not only sensationalism. It is more.
I discovered that he was afraid before he died.
Installed a new lock. I believe there is something which
has gone under the police's radar. I want to find out what it was.
For Viggo. We owe him that much, don't we?
You don't do anything for Viggo.
-What? -You are not doing this for Viggo.
But I do not want you to make his life into a mystery. So...
-I owe him that much. -What can you tell me, then?
Viggo had problems.
Suffering from anxiety and delusions.
That's probably why he got the lock.
Delusions? Was he ill?
He was admitted. At the mental hospital.
It is 14 years ago now.
Did you meet him there? Were you both...patients?
Yes.
Suddenly Viggo did not recognize someone he knew very well.
-He thought he was someone else. -Like a demon?
No, that he had become a totally different person.
Do you know who that was?
No. Just that it was someone he knew as a child.
Hello!
Stop!
What would I have done without you?
Give me something nice for Christmas.
I have something on Fred Iversen. He lives in Denmark.
-In Denmark? -He moved there 20 years ago.
Is it the same Fred Iversen?
Most probably. I'll call you if I find something else.
-Splendid. Thank you. -Bye.
-Hello? -Fred Iversen?
-Yes. -Line Wisting, from Larvik.
I was just wondering if you grew up here in Larvik.
-Heckler? -It's a P30. Our standard issue.
Thank you. I like to do a few rounds every week. To stay sharp.
We use the Glock 17. I used to have a Sig, but I like the Glock.
-I'm not that into guns. -You may not like them,
-but sometimes you need them. -Just like dentists.
-Yes? -A journalist asks about Robekk.
-A journalist? About Robekk? -Yes.
-What? Ellen? -It's about Haglund.
-Bollocks. Okay. Thanks. -What?
Frank is stalking an old suspect out of jail.
He must have gone to the press. Sorry. I've got to deal with it.
-Let him. -What?
Better than "Murdered American found under a Christmas tree."
Anything to buy us time. Let them run it.
Thanks for your time, William. Just a short comment.
Why do you want to write about Robekk?
Why did you persuade Vidar Haglund
not to report Robekk for stalking?
Does Haglund say that?
Larvik is small city. People meet often.
-That is some claim. -Yes. I was also skeptical.
A former police, stalking someone who has served his time.
I had to check if it was correct.
Any comments now?
Can I say something off record?
I cannot promise anything.
Our job is to defend the man in the street.
If the photos are published, everyone will suffer.
Haglund, who has served his time, will be recognized everywhere.
And Frank Robekk is a nice guy. He is also the man in the street.
So, it is not for my own sake. I think you should let it rest.
What does it take to convince you?
The body under the Christmas tree... The American.
-Have they opened a murder inquiry? -Who says it was an American?
If we are to believe the landlord you visited, we also know the name.
Peter Crabb is missing in the US.
If you confirm that it is Crabb, and that it is a murder,
I will drop everything with Robekk.
But it has to be exclusive.
Come on! It was the right thing to do.
Frank's troubles are personal to me, but so is Godwin to you,
and I had to make a decision, that's my job.
So...
How'd he get under your skin?
I let him go.
Made a lead on a car. A brown Buick.
Godwin's name came up. He...he knew the first victim.
So I pulled him in and got him in the chair. I just knew it was him.
I didn't have enough to hold him or the nerve to bend the rules.
So I let him go.
Thinking that I'd have a second chance, you know,
once I built my case.
Two days later we found his DNA and another victim.
Now we had the evidence, but he was gone. And...
He came here.
Excuse me. Fred Iversen?
Thank you.
Hello!
-Fred Iversen. -Line Wisting. Nice to meet you.
-Please. -Thanks.
Please tell me how you found me.
By a really tough process of elimination.
And the Christmas cards.
So, you have looked through Viggo's stuff.
I'm a journalist, you know. Occupational disease.
But I noticed that the last card was from Christmas 2009.
-Did you stop sending them? -You are really on the record.
A glass of wine?
Yes, I'll hold.
Be nice to the boss, folks.
Some jackass vandalized the statue last night.
PURE VANDALISM
It's not a statue of me.
Are you related to the polar explorer?
-I'll take number nine. -Benjamin, Hammer?
Could I have number four, please, with extra cheese?
Okay. The fact that we're working on a murder case
is about to hit the news.
Crabb being an American may bring more attention than you're used to.
Yeah. We're not amateurs. We've had murder cases before.
Well, the release of Crabb's identity narrows our time frame considerably.
It's imperative that our presence here remains a secret.
I knew he didn't have many people in his life.
But you know how it is when a friendship's not is reciprocal.
-It fades away. -I do understand that.
-Something else but coffee? -I'm on duty.
Why did you agree to meet me if you do not want to say something?
Why do you dress like that if you do not want me to look at you?
Why do you dress like that?
You look like you need cheering up. Hi, I'm John.
Line.
-May I? -Yes.
Please don't tell me that was a date.
-It wasn't a date. -Right.
Long live the historical society. My God, how old they are.
We have found a new well.
I found the farm of Godwin's family.
By Tverrfjorden, close to Torsteintjørna.
-What? -A new well.
-It is the same place. -What have you got?
One of the wells in Crabb's photos is from the farm of Godwin's ancestors.
We should talk to the family there.
Maggie, you're ready to dive in? Right?
I'd like to throw your ass down the well.
-Really? -Yeah, really.
Wow. It's too bad I have to be up here then.
Make sure we don't fuck up. We're this close in less than a week.
How many years did it take you to not find him?
Nils!
-What is going on? -She is telling me the obvious.
Fuck.
Sissel is back home.
We are trying to sort things out.
-Is she in treatment? Methadone? -We have been through all of that.
We are trying to solve it at home. I have to take extra care of her.
She cannot be home alone for too long.
I promise to pull myself together.
-Do you need some time off? -No, I'd rather not.
Go home, then. We will manage one night without you.
Ok. You just...
You do not need to do that while we are talking.
There are lots of people here now. We are going out. You'll manage.
Place him over your knees. Use plenty of zinc ointment.
When he has calmed down, you open his ass and insert the pill.
Has he worn you out? This says it all.
He is five, and it is your first Paracet!
-Do you want to go home? -No!
-Hello, Thomas! Come with me. -Where to?
-Just come with me. -Ok.
-What is it? -Just come.
-Are you drunk? -Just a little bit.
-What are you doing? -Don't be so boring. Come on.
Everyone believes he suffered a natural death. I don't.
-Was he murdered? Became insane? -Maybe both.
-Did you know Viggo was admitted? -No.
His father hung himself. I think it was in here.
Here.
-Line, we can't... -Yes.
-We have to find out more. -Now?
-Yes. Fred did not give me anything. -Then I need a drink too.
-Hello! -Hello.
Sorry for interrupting. It is the police.
-Torunn Borg and William Wisting. -Ida Alsaker.
My husband Magnus. It is the police.
-Is something wrong? -No.
Did strangers visit you this summer, asking about the farm?
-The American guy? -Yes.
Has an American been here? Alone?
Yes. He said that his family emigrated from the farm.
He was disappointed that we were not related.
We bought it two years ago.
This picture is rather old. But...could it be him?
-It's hard to...No. -Ok. This one is more recent.
-Could it be him? -No, it was not him.
I have...
What about this?
Yes. It was him.
He walked around on the farm, taking lots of pictures.
Are some of these pictures taken here?
Isn't that the old irrigation system?
That's right. It is right behind the barn, across the road.
-Did you find anything? -Letters from America, I think.
Imagine, they just packed and left. No Skype or telephone.
Most of them never saw their family again.
MURDERED AMERICAN FOUND UNDER CHRISTMAS TREE
Dad has given the case to Dagbladet!
We should open it, right?
I think I see the bottom.
What's that?
There's something moving down there.
You're right.
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