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[Speaking Norwegian]
Woman: This is it.
We'll do a final sweep in the morning.
Okay, we ship what we have to Oslo and let them get started.
Good. Do we know if it's just one?
I wanna know if all pieces belong to the same girl.
It's not a girl.
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I mean, this pelvis here, it belongs to a man.
A grown, middle-aged man would be my best guess.
The first victim.
The life that Godwin stole.
And if so...If we figure out who this is,
we'll know the identity that he's using.
Yeah.
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[EDM playing from vehicle, woman speaking indistinctly]
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[Honks]
[Music from vehicle fades]
[Car door slams, footsteps crunch]
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[Footsteps resume]
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[Footsteps approaching]
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[Speaking Norwegian]
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[Toilet flushes]
[Gulls crying]
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[Conversing in Norwegian]
[Sighs]
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Okay, okay, I understand,
but can't we use his teeth to identify him?
No -- without age or name is quite a stretch, even here.
And the fracture in his arm? There might be hospital records.
Yeah, but if they exist they're probably not digitized.
But if we assume the man Godwin became is local,
the hospital might be able to help.
Yeah, I'll look into it.
Your list, how long is it now?
Uh, it's 322 possible men.
That's a start.
Okay, time to start knocking on doors.
Benjamin will lead the small team, and the rest of you...
You'll need a good excuse...
And I know exactly what that should be.
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[Vibrating]
I wanna do rounds.
I'll go with the kid.
I'm the only one who has seen Godwin up close.
What if he recognizes you?
We'll use a hidden camera. I'll stay in the car.
No. You can observe from the car, no camera.
Why?
Because we don't spy on random citizens.
Oh... I'm sorry.
Really?
Hey.
I want you to wear this.
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You wanna get him, right?
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Don't even think about it.
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[Conversing in Norwegian]
Griffin: It's not him. Let's go.
[Buzzes]
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[Barking]
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[Barking]
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[Conversing in Norwegian]
[Paper rustles, footsteps]
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[Humming, instrumental music in background]
[Man singing indistinctly]
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[Lock buzzes]
[Gulls crying outdoors]
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[Conversing in Norwegian]
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[Cellphone ringing]
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[Beep]
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[Cellphone chimes]
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[Engine rumbling]
[Radio chirps]
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[Shower running]
[Cellphone ringing]
Sorry...
It's work.
Hello? No, no, no, I'm awake.
What?
Right. Okay.
All right, I'm leaving now, okay? Right now.
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Hey, Line!
Line, I'm sorry, but I've gotta run.
Something came up with work.
What do you do again?
Corporate insurance.
Never rests.
You're more than welcome to stay.
Why don't you get breakfast? Use the spa, hmm?
Oh, forgot...
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[Cellphone vibrating]
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The sleeping bag wasn't there.
Madelen Vikne.
Yes, she was on her way camping,
with a blue sleeping bag and a backpack.
[Cellphone ringing]
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[Message notification chimes]
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[Message notification chimes]
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14 to 18 girls, approximately.
It's out! They even got a picture of your badge.
I don't understand, what do you mean?
VG called me for a comment, but it's already out there.
No... No, no, no fucking way!
This doesn't make any sense at all, someone must have...
Jesus.
What the fuck?!
How did this happen? He's gonna run!
That's your guy, not mine!
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[Switches among radio stations]
[Switches off radio]
[Helicopter blades whirring]
[Beeping]
[Horn blasts]
[Sighs]
Hey! William!
Wisting.
William Wisting.
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He's getting away!
I know.
Most people here trust the police
and I find that valuable.
That sounds cozy. Where I come from,
people prefer to be safe.
I find that valuable.
You're gonna sit in the back?
[Cellphone rings]
You wanna tell me what's going on?
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[Cellphone ringing]
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She's writing about my neighbor.
He died alone, he wasn't missed or discovered for months.
It started out as a feature about loneliness,
but she thinks it was murder and I didn't listen.
And the man had no social life, no relatives, no relations.
Another hollow life.Uh-huh.
Let me take this.
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[Cellphone ringing]
So... Wisting is on his way.
We're gonna meet here and look at some names.
Some names?Yeah, it's a case that
his daughter is working on, it could be relevant.
Wisting has a daughter in the police force?
Well, no, no, Line is a journalist.
I'm sorry, his daughter is a journalist named Line?
Yeah.
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Um... Uh, sir,
may I speak with you for a moment, please?
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