Detective Hole (Harry Hole)

PRAGUE

- Did you eat? - You were late and I ate without you.

It doesn't hurt.

When are you coming back?

Maybe on Monday.

You can…

I'm sure you have girls waiting for you in that city.

I hope so.

Will you be with them?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I think you smell like women whenever you get home.

Why don't you tell me what you do?

Because you love me.

Open your eyes.

It's a simple pattern.

A red guide star.

A five-pointed cross

will show the way.

It is made up of five streets.

The street on the right

leads to the place where the debt will be paid.

I'll be honest, Agnes.

I came as chairman of the Justice Committee

and I will vote against the proposal

which allows police officers carry weapons on duty.

I will persuade the Center and the Left to do the same.

I have full confidence in your opinion and the committee's, Eddy.

It's... Okay.

I thought you were going to try to convince me to vote in favor.

Isn't that what the cops want?

- Carry weapons? - No.

You should have been at the meeting with the Narcotics Officers Association.

Yes, it was a fascist association, but it no longer exists.

You know what else? Sincerely,

It makes my work much easier if they vote against the proposal.

So, do you think you Shouldn't they be armed?

We can blame the politicians when the public complains about the police.

We say we are not receive the necessary support.

Then.

This association disappeared from day to night

when the Justice Department prevailed.

Perhaps. Maybe not.

Like this?

It may not have happened overnight, It could have been into the night.

You mean underground, right? And that?

I imagine that some of the members more extreme and dangerous

are not easily blocked.

Mom, a call for you.

- Møller? - Sorry to bother you on a Sunday.

We received something in the mail.

It also appears that Lisbeth Barli her finger was cut off.

Are you saying that…

Are you saying we have a…

One of those?

Yes, it seems so.

He is well. I'm going there.

One more thing. If this is confirmed, we need Harry Hole.

He was fired.

Yes, but he's the only one here with experience in these things.

- He is well. Talk to him. - Excellent.

I'll take care of it.

And now…

… I talked a lot about myself and about my things.

You really miss her.

I would love to have it like that I miss Anders so much.

So why are they together?

Because he earns a lot.

No, I...

I don't know.

Maybe I don't dare leave?

Where is he?

Somewhere in Europe.

It will arrive tonight.

What is…

What does he do?

He sells…

…church supplies. Crosses, altarpieces, pulpits.

Old and new.

So, are you a Christian?

Nice tits.

Look...

I apologize by the behavior of my friends.

Today, they are a little excited.

But, having said that,

you have a nice shelf, girl.

No, nevermind. Everything is fine.

I tried to contact you at work.

I wanted to tell you things about Camilla

that I couldn't say when you were in our house.

- Why? - Because Anders was there.

He got angry whenever I said that Camilla was taking a man home,

as if I hadn't heard him either.

Why was he furious?

Well, I guess he thought

that I was accusing Camilla of being a prostitute.

But…

I just wanted to say that she had a great and healthy sex life.

And you wanted to contact me to tell me that Camilla fucked a lot?

No, it was…

It wasn’t just because of that, it was…

Someone called me from a private number. I would never care much about it, but…

After what happened with Camilla, I…

Yes?

I heard someone breathing

and that person didn't speak.

I believe the person who did this it was very close.

But…

You or your partner Do you know Lisbeth Barli?

- The missing singer? - Yes.

Why would we know her?

Yeah… Why would they know her?

I have to go home.

I can accompany you.

It's only 400 meters.

Yes…

I think I'll turn around.

Could I have made you forget Rakel?

And what an ass too. Shit!

What do you want?

What the fuck? Okay…

But what the hell? For God's sake!

Hi. Where's Hole?

- The drunk? - He's in cell 129.

The guard lets him in.

Is it there?

What the hell is going on?

Too much fun?

At least a part from Lisbeth Barli appeared.

It came in an envelope.

I lead the Barli and Loen cases.

You're the only one who's ever dealt

with these kind of killers,

but it depends on me.

And then?

I wonder if you've ever thought what we talked about before.

Yes.

About you wanting to help me.

About helping each other.

Did you kill Ellen?

He is well.

I'll tell you this, Harry.

I killed Sverre Olsen.

I entered the cabin.

Put down the gun!

He dropped the gun and raised his hands.

On your knees, hands behind your head.

And then I saw Ellen.

I saw what he did to her.

She was…

Ellen…

You saw.

Ellen.

What was I going to do? Were you going to let him just get arrested?

In this fucking country? With a life sentence, he would be out in 15 years.

So I shot him.

I fired two shots at the door, to appear as self-defense.

So, you didn't kill Ellen?

Sverre Olsen killed her.

Have you ever thought about what it is

What makes us do what we do?

My first memory.

My father next to my bed.

He smelled like tobacco.

It was a comfort.

He was a bricklayer and arrived home after I went to bed.

I knew he was going to work before I wake up, so…

If I opened my eyes,

he would smile at me, he would stroke my hair and leave.

So I pretended to be asleep, so that he would stay a little longer.

Was it like that with your father?

No, my father was a teacher. He was always at home.

I had a neighbor down the street.

He was a judge.

He had a huge German shepherd who was always barking.

He barked all night.

One morning I was on my way to school

and I stopped where he was.

I tried to look him in the eyes, but he just barked.

He threw himself at the fence and growled.

So, I went to the gate.

I opened the gate.

As if I sensed his anger.

The dog jumped on me and bit me everywhere,

the judge came out and chased the dog away.

And he shouted, "Never come in again on my property, brat!”

Not that I'm in a hurry, But is there any moral to your story?

That night I woke up

and there was total silence.

And then I heard the front door open.

I heard my father's footsteps.

He opened my bedroom door.

So I closed my eyes…

…but I saw the hammer anyway.

And I realized.

We would never see that dog again.

I pretended to be sleeping.

The smell of tobacco.

The comfort.

I killed Sverre Olsen.