Where are you, Linnea? Why won't you reply? Missed you lots yesterday.
Linnea.
Magnus?
William. Why didn't you look into tips about Haglund's alibi?
Did you take Aksel Presthus' statement?
-Your thoughts on Haglund now? -Comments on today's headline?
THE WITNESS THAT WAS NEVER HEARD
William, we need a comment. William!
-What the hell is this? -Journalism.
Some guy who says he tried alerting the police 17 years ago?
-You're not on this story. -It's word against word.
He talked to the police tip line. The phone log proves he called.
I've been thorough, checked and double-checked.
So the tip wasn't followed up because it wasn't reliable.
The police should turn every stone. We write about it if they don't.
Drop the self-righteous attitude, and get facts, before you write more.
Do you think you can do as you please?
-I have to react when... -Focus on your own job.
-Let Morten do his. -It's bad journalism...
No, Morten is doing exactly what he's supposed to.
You've got a murder case.
Go and get me something I can use. Either that, or stay at home.
What are you waiting for?
Thank you.
Terje? Hi. Torunn Borg. I'm acting lead investigator.
-Terje Nordbø. -Hi. Welcome.
-You can follow me. -Hello.
-Who was that? -The Bureau of Police Affairs.
Christ, he was a sorry sight.
-This will be your home. -Right.
Well... Just have a seat if you like.
We've got a coffee machine, if you drink coffee.
We've got drip coffee too, if you prefer that.
If you've got any questions later on, just ask. I'll answer as best I can.
William Wisting is a hero to a lot of people here.
You'll probably face some opposition.
But this is a serious matter, and we're ready to comply.
-Torunn Berg, was it? -Borg.
Let's drop the informal chat and leave this till the interviews.
-Thank you. -Sure.
-Hi, I've got an appointment... -You can go straight in.
I haven't got a key card.
-Hello, William. -Hi.
-Do you want to come in? -Yes.
He'd hidden something in his diaper.
His arse was so sore he could barely walk... Hi.
-Hello, William. -Hi.
Thank you.
Hey... This witch hunt...
It makes no bloody sense.
Right...
Who let you in, then?
The same one who let you in, I suppose.
Shall we talk?
There.
-Terje Nordbø, Police Affairs. -William Wisting.
Right...
You're described as a bit of a hero.
And not just by the papers.
I'm being effectively stripped of that hero status these days.
For the record, you're suspended. Stay away from the police station.
You are not to contact any of the old Haglund investigators.
The Cecilia case was your first murder investigation.
Yes, as lead investigator.
It started as a disappearance, but became the biggest case I'd had.
It received a lot of media coverage. A young model, well known father.
All of Norway was following this.
An early conviction would benefit your career.
There was pressure, after the Ellen case.
Of course there was! Two families needed answers. It was bad.
You logged 180 hours of overtime in 2 months.
Your wife was alone with your twins.
Are you asking if I cheated, so I could make it home to dinner?
Vidar Haglund. You must have felt very sure back then.
Yes.
When I look at this now, it strikes me as a bit odd.
Haglund did it. Who else could it have been?
That's not the question here.
You built a case against Haglund using vague circumstantial evidence.
-Well, we had a lot of it. -But you lacked the damning piece.
I will happily contribute to sorting out any misdeeds-
-or mistakes made under my leadership.
A man was sentenced to 17 years due to fabricated evidence.
This won't be sorted out quietly.
Should we put on a full, public spectacle, then?
We are going to restore people's trust in us.
17 years. That's a miscarriage of justice, under your leadership.
So you intend to charge me personally?
The maximum sentence is 21 years in prison.
Thanks.
-What are you so happy about? -That press conference you dropped.
Don't tell me the police said something I could have used.
They never do. But check this out.
I pretended to snap a wide shot, and caught this lying on the table.
-What's that? -A phone log.
Not all of it, but you can see the last calls.
Torgeir Roxrud. Who might that be?
"You're fantastic, Erik. Smart, resourceful, independent."
"What would I do without you? Handsome, too."
Ok, Erik. You're a great sneak photographer.
We need to find this Roxrud guy.
-Are you ok? -Yes. What is it?
A 19 year old girl is missing.
The parents want to talk to a detective.
-Are they here now? -They seem shook up.
She's previously reported a stalker. Linnea Kaupang.
Let Benjamin handle it. I've got an appointment.
Yes, but they asked for a detective who's a bit more grown up.
-Hi. -Hi, William.
-Are you doing alright? -Yes, I'm doing alright.
-Torunn. -Yes?
Know that you'll handle this just fine.
-You're more than ready for the task. -Thank you.
Restore people's trust in us, then.
-So she didn't come home last night? -No.
Kids that age need a bit of freedom and don't always give word.
She always lets us know.
School has just started.
That usually means a bit of wild partying.
Maybe she met a boy-
-or got the chance to go to a concert you weren't supposed to know about,-
-or maybe her phone died.
If she were with someone, she'd manage to borrow a phone.
-She'd just borrow one. -She always says where she's going.
-She talks to us about everything. -Very conscientious.
Go home. She'll most likely show up there soon, safe and sound.
We'd like names and phone numbers of the people Linda hang out with.
-Linnea. -I'm sorry. Linnea.
One moment, please, I'll...
Benjamin, could you take over here?
-She's not taking this seriously. -Just trust that it will be ok.
My colleague Benjamin will be taking your contact details.
And I promise you we'll pursue the matter immediately.
-Hello. -Hello.
I'm Benjamin Fjell. Did you fill out the contact details?
This is Line Wisting. I can't take your call. Please leave a message.
Hi, love. It's dad.
I'll be at the cabin for a few days to collect my thoughts.
But call me if you need to. Ok? Bye.
Wasn't it you she talked to when she was here?
Yes, that's right. She was here last winter.
-She felt she was being stalked. -And you did nothing?
No, at the time it seemed it was just a feeling she had.
-We had nothing to go on. -What are you thinking now, then?
One measuring 18 mm on the right, and one measuring 20 mm on the left.
Are there only two eggs? I've been taking a much higher dose.
There might be eggs in the small follicles too.
I'm sorry. This might be the last time we try.
-It's ok. Torunn... -Yes.
We'll harvest two magnificent eggs tomorrow morning. You need to rest.
I'll write you a one week sick note.
Make sure to relax and take extra good care of yourself.
My husband is a sexy, badass cop. What does your husband do?
Roxrud.
-How do you want his pics to look? -Grainy. Gloomy.
As weird as this place.
Torgeir Roxrud?
Tiedemann was how we got to know each other.
-Tiedemann? -Jonas' dog.
Named after his favourite tobacco. What happened to Tiedemann?
I know Falck picked him up.
I'd like to call and say that he can stay here.
-Did he have a lot of friends? -No. Not that I know, anyway.
What was he like as a person? What did you talk about?
Dogs. And he liked old motorbikes. I think he tinkered with them.
Nothing more personal? Did he have a girlfriend?
He had a woman before he moved here. That's all I know.
-Where did he use to live? -Vestfold. Near Larvik.
Someone's decided this is all William's fault.
Things must be really hard for him now.
But Wisting will want all the facts on the table.
They're starting with the conclusion. That prick Nordbø.
It'll be easy for everyone, when there's someone to blame.
We'll go on as before. Only William takes the blow.
Yes...
I don't know what to do, Sissel.
What would he have done, if it was you?
CECILIA'S LAST MOVEMENTS
STALLTEIGEN FAMILY FARM
August 17th, 2001. Copy of minidisc recording, Cecilia Lunde.
Oh my God. Oh my God.
I'm in the boot.
He was waiting for me at Stallteigen.
He's wearing a leather jacket. It all happened so fast.
He's driving an old, white car.
And he smells bad. He smells of cigarettes.
I think I've seen him before. Help me!
Let me go! No!
Help!
-Line? -Tommy?
-It's been a while. -Yes.
Where do I begin?
Start with the black eye. Is your boyfriend beating you?
-No, it happened during work. -So you don't have a boyfriend?
No. I don't.
-What do work as now? -I'm a journalist at the VG.
Yikes. Wow.
-And you? Did you become a diver? -No, I dropped that.
I got my PADI certificate and realised how dangerous it is.
Diving in warm Mexico is one thing.
The Oslofjord is a completely different matter. It's bloody cold.
-It really is. -So what did you end up as?
That's a secret.
-Nils? -Hello.
You're hard at it, I see. Do you need any help? And food?
Look at this. You've been busy.
So, is everyone doing ok at work?
You're thinking of us, are you? Sure. It's all one, big party.
We feel a bit lost, though.
-And Torunn? -Taking her job very seriously.
Micromanaging everything, in her usual, finely tuned manner.
All the responsibility and annoyance might just kill her.
-You'll have to help her out. -I thought I'd help you out.
So things can get back in order.
Who has access to the evidence room?
Nordbø will give you trouble if he finds out you're helping me.
Yes. But I don't plan on telling him.
Can we forget Haglund for a while and go through these instead?
We've got the kidnapping theory,-
-the boyfriend theory and the corporation theory.
You've started having doubts?
We only dropped these because of Haglund.
-The evidence was piling up. -Circumstantial evidence.
Come on. The farmer at Stallteigen saw him.
He stood there smoking, waiting for her.
Do you have pics from the line-up? I remember him pointing out Haglund.
What if the farmer was mistaken? What if Haglund did have an alibi?
Henden can prove that Presthus called the tip line-
-with an alibi that was never looked into.
-Right. Says who? -Line.
Frank was manning the tip line at the time.
Is it possible that he "lost" that tip?
He was convinced Haglund did it, from the get-go.
We all were.
-Where are you going? -I'll talk to Presthus.
-He's a corrupt accountant prick. -That doesn't mean he's lying.
If he thinks we disregarded info, he can tell me directly,-
-not fart it out via Phillip Henden.
Nils!
Oh, come on.
Cool car.
Choose. You can watch me bending over your engine,-
-or you can leave the car and come along with me.
Nice car.
WITNESS INTERVIEW
Nils.
Hello.
Karsten Brekke? William Wisting.
-We've met before. -Yes.
You pointed out Vidar Haglund in a photo line-up,-
-during the Cecilia Linde case.
Yes.
You seem a bit hesitant. Wasn't it Haglund that you saw?
I thought so.
And now?
What if I was wrong?
If you weren't sure, why did you point out Haglund?
He resembled the guy the most.
Of all the ones I was shown, he resembled the guy the most.
Were you told that the perpetrator might not be in that photo line-up?
No.
The seniors are having a kick-off party tonight.
Comments are pouring in on Linnea's blog.
-No signs of her? -No. But her phone never left Larvik.
She came to us and said she was being stalked.
She had nothing. It was almost comical.
-Comical? -Not comical, but... You know.
REALLY LOOKING FORWARD TO THE KICK-OFF!
He's driving an old, white car.
And he smells bad. He smells of cigarettes.
There's something else too.
-I'm sorry. Am I disturbing you? -No, no.
I was just checking something. Can I help you with anything?
No, I'm sure it's nothing.
Linnea Kaupang, who's been reported missing,-
-was here last winter. She said she was being stalked.
I certainly hope you followed that up properly.
-Yes. It... -I really trust you, Torunn.
-I think you'll do a great job. -I'm on it.
POINTS OF CONTACT
Hammer, four. One, two, three, four.
Robekk, Hammer...
Find out where the party is at, and text me the address.
18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23...
Ok. The alibi's not worth a damn.
Presthus thinks he saw someone who looked like Haglund,-
-fishing by the lake, hours after Cecilia went missing.
He could have taken her and gone fishing afterwards.
-What are you up to? -We've got nothing, Nils.
Our conclusive evidence was the DNA,-
-and Haglund being pointed out in a line-up.
The line-up was what opened up for a DNA test.
The cigarette butt was tampered with. Brekke is no longer sure.
He was sure back then.
During the line-up you failed to say the perpetrator might not be in it.
Henden will be able to have the photo line-up dismissed.
Ok. You're talking about our chances if the case gets reopened.
But what about the question of guilt?
Sure, tampering with evidence is not ok.
We could have been more by the book.
But raping and killing girls is far worse.
I agree completely. So what if we got the wrong man?
What if we went with the wrong gut feeling?
You mean me.
I pushed you all too hard to find evidence.
This is my fault too. I should have been more methodical.
Things I said may have seemed like a go-ahead to...
Lie. Commit professional misconduct.
Ok. Wow. And then you've got an idiot like me,-
-who misinterprets your every word and takes matters into his own hands.
Bloody hell.
-Is your dad at home? -No.
Are you sure?
I don't understand how you can still like me.
No, I haven't talked to Isabell. They follow each other on Instagram?
Have we ID-ed the guy who dissed her on her blog?
Ok. Alright.
-Hi. Isabell. -Who?
-Isabell! -She's over there.
Isabell? Isabell!
Hi. I need to talk to you.
You're not in trouble. Just come with me.
-Linnea reported a stalker. -I thought she just made it up.
-When did you last see her? -At school, the day before yesterday.
-But you haven't talked since? -I called yesterday. No answer.
-When did you try calling her? -At about nine.
-Oh, God. She's done this herself. -What is it?
She's done this herself! It's on Instagram.
-Show it to me. Hey! Show me! -Here.
I'm leaving now. Thank you for everything.
Hi. Linnea posted this:
"I'm leaving now. Thank you for everything."
Oh my God. Is this a suicide?
-Was this posted just now? -It looks like Farris Lake.
Then she may not have gone through with it.
Translation: Petter Røen www.sdimedia.com