أول 200 سطر.
Why don't you go over there and ring the doorbell?
Why aren't there more police officers?
Everything is on vacation.
You might need a search warrant.
I have probable cause, so I don't need it. Thanks.
- What is he doing? - He's a police officer, he knows what he's doing.
Oleg.
Oleg, shut up.
Listen to me.
If your mother wakes up, I will be forced to kill her.
Do you understand? We have to help each other.
Let's go on a trip.
Put on a coat.
Come on! Hurry up.
Oleg?
Oleg!
Oleg?
Oleg?
Oleg?
Oleg, you don't need to worry, are you well?
Willy.
Harry?
How did you get in?
Through the balcony door.
- What do you want? What's going on? - I think you already know.
No.
We came to stop you.
"We came"? You are alone.
Are you drunk?
Marius Veland,
Camilla Loen,
Lisbeth Barli,
Barbara Svendsen.
I have no idea what you're talking about!
- Police headquarters, say it. - It's Rakel Fauke.
My son was kidnapped.
Can you explain why you think you were kidnapped?
Someone's been in my bed and he's not here, I know.
And he wore the Rosenborg shirt. He hates her.
I would only wear it if you were to tell me that something wasn't right.
A sweater It doesn't have to mean that he...
I worked in the police.
I know the protocol to report a disappearance
and I know someone took it.
Yeah, but you don't want to...
Yes, he did it to tell me that something is wrong!
You should never have given us Lisbeth's finger.
In the excrement we found Under her fingernail, there were seeds.
Fennel seeds from Theatercaféen.
Yes, you ate there, on the morning of Lisbeth's disappearance.
And the problem is that it takes time, at least 12 hours
for the seed to reach the end of your colon.
For a lot for her to stick her finger up her ass,
the seeds ended up in the nail after she disappears.
What does this mean?
That you killed her, that you cut off her finger and that you stuck it up your ass before we arrived.
We call this technical proof.
He is well. "Technical test."
It's a concrete and irrefutable fact, isn't it?
He is well.
I realized, when they arrived, that they would have a dog, right?
Then I realized it was the best hiding place for her finger.
Smart.
And then there was a certain sentimentality.
The photography…
I didn't realize that the photograph it was from Staromák Square.
And today I saw another photograph with the same two towers.
Martin Aminov hunted women there. Women who supported him.
Women like your wife.
That's when I realized why.
Did you discover that Lisbeth started a relationship with Aminov
during their honeymoon in Prague, wasn't it?
You just wanted revenge.
You wanted to get revenge on both of them.
I knew Lisbeth had…
…a slip up with this man.
But I just realized when we were renovating the apartment.
That's when I found two letters.
"My dear. The light of my belly.
You don't get out of my head.
Next time we'll make love in a four-poster bed, not in an alley.
From what you write, you deserve better.
This marriage is a convenience in a life without love.
As I told you, I was cheated on some deals.
I need more money, to reestablish myself.
As soon as you solve this, I'll come get you.
My account number It's on the back of the photo."
I remember him in Prague, four years ago, when he came
sell us some necklaces with star-shaped diamonds.
He gave us a card with an address, if we wanted to order something.
How do you think it feels that the person we love
not only betrays us, How are you not even capable of loving us?
And the other letter?
She was the one who wrote it.
It had a Czech Republic stamp.
It was returned because the address is unknown.
"Dear Martin. I haven't heard from you for so long.
I hope my money helped.
You don't get out of my head.
When I make love to my husband, I imagine it's you.
Where are you?"
But that wasn't the worst. The worst part was the shipping date.
Because she sent her…
…in February.
This year.
What should I do?
So you acted the murder of your wife.
And you blamed him.
What a feat of staging.
But first, I had to find him.
- I never met him. - Right.
When I mentioned star shaped diamonds
and what hotel was I in,
I just had to wait.
I told him
who needed a man to get me the diamond and weapons
without intermediaries.
And we agreed that he would come to Oslo
and leave his things at Frogner Park every five days.
So you knew he was there and that he had no alibi
for when you were killing.
You repeated this four times.
You recorded messages on cassettes that you left at the crime scenes.
A pentagonal cross.
Ask me a question and I will give you an answer.
Then you sent us your wife's finger.
Why did it have to be so complicated?
I needed a scapegoat.
If the case had no end and Lisbeth was just missing,
they would see me as the culprit.
Right? Because it's always the husband.
Where is she?
You tell me.
He is well.
Sit down, put it down, throw it! Play her!
Sit down!
She also reacted like that.
I'm just a simple man who followed his heart.
But can you tell me whose heart is most troubled?
It's the heart who can never stop loving
or is it the heart who can never love you back?
Where is she?
It's here.
It's always been here.
That's what you don't realize, I left it in a place only I know.
In a place that is just mine and hers.
And I want her here forever.
I preserved it in alcohol, Harry.
My problem is that I tried to do it again,
but she doesn't understand.
What are you talking about?
Okay, get up.
- Than… - Get up, I told you!
Turn around.
The new Lisbeth
panicked.
He threatened to ruin everything, just like you.
Isn't it beautiful?
See.
Until the end.
Listen...
This play deserves a proper ending.
The public will never accept
may you go, serenely, with you to the police station.
You need a happy ending.
If I don't have a happy ending, I create one.
It's my life motto.
In this case…
The motto of death.
A countdown from five…
You're so broken.
Four…
Where the hell are you looking?
It's not your job that's the problem, it's you.
Three…
You and I had an agreement.
- Two, Helge! - Two...
It's me.
Can anyone help me?
Call an ambulance!
Heavens! What did he do?
He gave himself a happy ending.
- Yes? - Did you hear about him?
- From Harry? No. - Okay.
What the hell are you doing, Tom?
- Let me know if he calls. - No…
I want to go home.
LOADING
MISSED CALL
MISSED CALL
LISTEN TO THE MESSAGES, HARRY.
Shit!
- I am? - It's Harry.
- I've been trying to call you. - I don't have a cell phone.
- Is Oleg with you? - No, it disappeared.
I'm at the police station.
They tell me to wait, that there is no suspicion of foul play, but I know.
I'll find him, okay?
What? Where are you?
- Go home. - But, Harry, I can't...
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