01x06 - Episode 6

[bunniefuu]

[opening song in Norwegian plays]

[Live gasps]

- What are you looking for?

- Shh!

- What are you looking for?

- Papa's embalming equipment.

It hasn't been used for two decades,

but it has to be here somewhere.

- What for, though?

- Bingo.

[grunts] Embalming someone

is basically taking blood out

and filling them with chemicals instead.

We're not replacing it with chemicals,

we#'re just taking the blood out.

[sighs]

You've seen what happened to you today

when you didn't get blood.

Yep. [sighs]

We draw his blood out,

so we have our own reserves.

That'll stop us having to do any more

After?

After, we burn him.

Like he planned to burn us.

[grunts softly]

ARCHIVE 1992 - ARCHIVE 1993

[dog barking]

[Frode] You're bankrupt.

Nothing I can do about it.

If you are able to make a down payment

of 30,000 kroner

[Martin] Come on.

You didn't really think you'd make 30,000

getting an ordinary dead body?

[echoing] Thirty thousand, Odd.

[Rose] It's not really that awful, is it?

[Live] Come on!

- [Reinert] I'm trying.

- Shh!

[owl hooting]

[Live] Come on.

[grunts]

OVERDUE

[Live sighs]

[both sigh]

Why the police car, Live?

Because no one will suspect the police

have a dead body in the boot.

- Where are you going?

- I forgot the key to the crematorium.

[creaking]

[Odd] Hi.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

What are you doing?

Nothing.

[Odd sniffing]

At least, uh

I don't know what I'm gonna do.

Oh?

I mean the bank's taking the house.

- Huh?

- Tomorrow.

But

what about the trip to Sweden?

I guess it was too good to be true.

POLICE

[drumming]

[gasps]

[sighs]

- Hello.

- Hi, hi.

- Hi.

- At it early?

Yeah, must Someone has to.

Why don't we head to the petrol station,

see if we can get a cheeky coffee?

We're gonna need it today.

- I can get it.

- No, we'll go together.

- I can get them.

- We'll go together.

Judith? No stress at all

for me to get them..

[both sigh]

[Judith grunts]

[closes door]

So, the Arvid case.

In no time. We are so close now.

So close.

[sighs]

[sniffs]

[sniffs]

What is that smell?

[sniffs]

[Judith sighs]

- Judith

- Are you serious?

That was a stinker, Reinert.

Phew-hoo-hoo!

We'll take those there later.

[grunts and sighs]

[sighs shakily]

- By the way.

- Hmm?

Double cappuccino, two sweeteners.

Bye-byer.

[exhales shakily]

What do I say to Rose?

You must tell her how it is.

We have to leave tomorrow,

and I've lied for several weeks?

But you haven't lied, Odd.

Avoided the truth. All the same.

You have done what you thought was best

to save the family business.

But it's not about the business.

It's all about the family.

No one ever dies in Skarnes.

There's clearly not a market here.

We can't survive if no one's dying.

What if you were able to make the payment?

Yeah, yeah, but then I'd need

an exceptional funeral.

Not a f*cking miser's funeral,

like was had by the Gundersens.

A decent one.

[sighs]

You remember what Papa used to say?

Suddenly, it turns around.

Didn't work out for him, though.

Rose worked the late shift last night,

didn't she?

Yeah.

At least wait to talk to her

until she wakes up.

[sighs] Yeah.

[engine idling]

Okay, new plan.

Sverre is already dead,

- and we need to get away with it.

- Huh?

But we also have an opportunity here

to give Odd a funeral.

No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I can help him now.

- We can help him now.

- No.

They'll find something suspicious, Live.

Who are "they"?

The emergency doctor is lying

Lying in the boot.

And the police are behind the wheel.

POLICE

[fly buzzing]

[sighs]

There you are!

- [door closes]

- Here he is.

- [Reinert] Here I am.

- There you are.

Where did you go?

Did you go to Kongsvinger for that coffee?

Come in here a minute.

Thanks.

So

This here is an unsolved m*rder from 1993.

I suspected Live's mother.

I totally screwed it up back then.

Didn't listen to this intuition of mine.

What's your intuition saying this time?

Everything is pointing to Live.

- There's something she's not telling us.

- Do you have any evidence?

Yes, I have evidence.

But Evidence with a capital E,

I don't have yet.

I will do.

Sorry I didn't listen to

or believe you when you

[phone rings]

Skarnes sheriff's office,

you're talking to Marianne.

- Judith?

- Yeah?

- Call for you.

- I'm busy. Call back.

It's the ambulance service.

Take this.

Hello.

Yeah?

Oh, God.

Yes.

Yes, thanks.

Reinert.

The doctor's dead.

- Huh?

- Sverre Hansen

has been found dead in his home.

Who would have thought it?

Something peculiar is screwing with us.

I'll do it.

- Yeah?

- Totally, yeah, yeah.

Yeah? Then I'll carry on

with the investigation here.

[snoring]

[Rose sighs]

[phone plays "Ride of the Valkyries"]

- Odd.

- Sorry.

Sorry.

Hallangen, this is Odd.

Huh?

No, I can make

the half an hour response time.

- Odd, I worked till two last night.

- No stress. Just a moment.

[whispers] The doctor's dead.

- Huh?

- Dr. Sverre's dead.

You must try to stop smiling

when someone dies.

Yeah, but I'm sorry.

[kisses]

[groans]

- Yes, this is Frode.

- Frode, this is Odd.

Hi, Odd.

Listen to this, do you hear?

I've got myself a funeral.

- Really?

- Hell, yeah.

So I guess that after all,

it'll all add up.

Frode, are you there?

Yes, I'm here.

You know, that depends on whether

you actually make money on this funeral?

Yeah, I'll make sure of that.

For sure?

For sure, yeah.

HALLANGEN FUNERAL AGENCY

[Odd sighs]

Hey, hey, boys.

- It's my turn, yeah?

- [man] Yes, yes.

[sighs]

- Hi, Reinert.

- Odd.

Where's Judith?

Judith's at the station.

A lot to do. Yeah.

Hmm. Finally! [laughs]

Well, well, well.

[sighs] Hmm.

It's a bit depressing

to think that even doctors can die.

- Yeah.

- Whatever next, eh?

Pyromaniac firemen, or

police officers who m*rder?

[chuckling]

Yeah.

Heh.

So, uh

Do we think it's anything suspicious?

No, why would you say that?

No, it's nice not to have

to make the trip to pathology.

- This is, without doubt, a natural death.

- Oh, gefinitely.

- Mmm.

- Hmm.

- Hmm.

- Man, 60s.

Overworked.

Mm-hm.

- Comes home, worn out.

- Mmm.

- Sits down, maybe takes a glass of whisky.

- Yes.

Feels dizzy.

- [Odd] Mmm.

- Um

- Wants to make his way to the toilet.

- Hmm.

Mm-hm?

Yes. On the way out, though,

he falls over.

- And that's that.

- Yeah.

There's no point

in sending anyone for an autopsy,

when it's obvious to see

it's a natural death.

Man in his 60s.

- Overworked.

- Hadn't been feeling well.

- We're not made of money.

- No.

- This isn't New York, is it?

- It's not even Elverum.

Mmm.

Let's get to it.

Can you take the legs?

[grunts] Let's see.

Oh, hi, there. Here we have someone

who hasn't got rigor mortis yet.

Huh?

Yeah, it just means

he's actually quite fresh.

Suspiciously fresh, is it?

No, he'll stiffen up, but, uh

- just not yet, as you can see.

- Hm.

Boosh!

Anything suspicious, huh?

[Reinert] Nothing suspicious, no.

[sighs]

- What did the emergency room doctor say?

- [horn honking]

The emergency room doctor, he's dead.

Oh. Yeah.

What did the paramedics say?

They must have observed something.

Well, nothing unnatural,

as far as they could tell.

But that's a bit strange.

[Judith sighs]

Are you going to send him for an autopsy

because of "a bit strange"?

[sighs]

If there's one thing

that blows the budget, it's that.

- [sighs]

- Judith?

Yeah. I've investigated

all possibilities present.

Sverre Hansen died

during the night from a mild illness,

in pyjamas, making his way to the toilet.

Nothing suspicious about that.

I suppose I had, uh such a good feeling.

What do you mean, "good feeling"?

Well, I suppose, a bad feeling,

that is. Mm-hm?

I have been around ♪

Searchin' for the sound ♪

Now it's on my mind ♪

You are what I find ♪

So let us go together ♪

Baby, my heart, you've got to trust me ♪

Now we can start

Just come and hold me ♪

Take me ♪

Baby ♪

Why have we to wait so long? ♪

- People say we're far too young ♪

- [knocking at door]

Can't you see that's wrong? ♪

[banging]

- Reinert?

- I can't do it. It won't work.

- Sh!

- It's not going to work.

[whispers] Come in. Shut the door.

We shouldn't have messed with that corpse.

We should've just got rid of the evidence.

- f*cking hell! What the f*ck?

- Uh

There's absolutely no evidence

pointing to us.

No, but Judith will soon find something.

Sverre will be cremated

in a few days. That has to happen.

All of the proof goes with him.

Live, I'm a police officer.

And I've k*lled a person

and done everything I can that's possible

to cover it up,

or make it look like a natural death.

That's what happened here, Live.

- It wasn't actually you who did it.

- No? Who was it?

I

Do you mean that

to say from now on, I'm a

a

monster for the rest of my life?

You're not a monster. Reinert.

You're not a monster.

If that was so, I'm also a monster.

No. You're not one.

[Live] Hm.

Uh

[sighs]

How silly of me.

You only need me

when you have to get away with m*rder.

Uh

[Odd] Number 43.

White-painted coffin in solid pinewood.

We have number 33, in a birch.

You can get it foiled,

painted white or as natural birch.

We have many options.

I, uh I really don't know

- how to make the decision.

- No.

- No, it's difficult.

- [sniffling]

- [sighs]

- [Odd] Mm.

Mind you, Wenche,

I don't think we even have to choose

a coffin for your brother.

What?

No, you and I, we really knew him.

He was our family doctor

since the '80s.

I think he was at my birth, even.

Oh. [chuckles]

And your brother,

he wore clothing of the highest quality.

Proud owner of the finest house

in Skarnes. Drove a Porsche.

And I, of course, can sell you a Toyota.

- Hmm.

- Yeah, or a Skoda, for instance.

- [chuckles]

- Oh! Yeah.

- No fear.

- No.

Not wanting to repeat myself,

but I don't think we even have

to choose a coffin for your brother.

Hmm?

He has already decided for us.

Number 52 is made from

mahogany-stained cherrywood,

which gives an exquisite finish.

This is the closest

I can get to your brother's Porsche.

That was, after all, who he was in life.

Who are we to say that

he should be someone else in death, hm?

[sniffles]

- [Wenche sighs]

- Hmm.

TILL DEATH DO US PAR

[high-pitched whooshing]

- [knock at door]

- [whooshing stops]

- Hi. I think your brother's lost it.

- [music playing]

- Now do you see?

- [laughs]

- You see why we're going down?

- It's that one. Yeah. Okay.

- Weird.

- Oh, my God!

- Hi.

- I sold the mahogany casket, yeah?

- You're kidding!

- No.

- Yes!

- Oh!

- Wonderful!

- [Odd laughing]

- Oh, no, no, no, no!

- Oh, sorry, sorry.

- That's wonderful! Oh!

- Yeah, I know.

And not just the mahogany casket.

300 programmes, lots of music.

- [gasps]

- Yeah! I mean, the full package!

- Now it's turning round, Odd!

- That's exactly right!

- Yes!

- Yes, you, you tiny little froggy tadpole.

You'll get the finest room

in all of Skarnes.

And you, you magnificent old sock,

you will look just like a sleeping baby

- when I'm done with you.

- And that's my cue. Have a good one.

- See ya!

- Oh, I understand.

It sounds a little strange

when I say it like that.

It sounds strange

however you say it, period.

Yeah. Fair enough.

[thump]

[thump]

[thump]

[thump]

[thump]

[thump]

- [thump]

- What is it?

[Odd sighs]

Just that he's still so soft and limp.

- [thump]

- Oh, yeah?

There's no livor mortis,

or marks of death or marbling or anything.

I tried folding his hands,

but it was like

ooh, folding spaghetti.

[gasps]

At work, we always used to say that

rigor mortis can be a bit different

from person to person, you know?

Uh, no.

The stiffness of death occurs post mortem,

no matter what.

When the blood first starts coagulating

in the muscles, the body becomes stiff.

That's how it is.

Even if it has somehow

got a little bit warm?

In Norway?

In November?

Should I say something?

The police?

No.

No.

I don't think so.

But [sighs]

What if something suspicious

has happened?

With a 60-year-old workaholic?

Yeah, yeah. But still

But if you send him to pathology now,

it'll be at least for one

Most likely two or three weeks

before you'll get him back.

And then you have to postpone

the funeral for a good while, and, uh

you don't have the funds to afford that.

You can't afford that, can you?

No, I can't do that.

So

Now, with this chance you're given,

to look after the family business,

you shouldn't prevent it.

Hm. Yeah. You're right.

Hm.

OTHER SIDE OF THE RIVER? CAUSE OF DEATH?

[phone buzzing]

[sighs]

[ringing tone]

You have reached the voicemail of

Detective Reinert J. Tisthamar

at Skarnes sheriff's office.

Please leave me a message after the beep.

In case of an emergency, ring 113.

- [beep]

- [Live] Hi.

Um I just wanted to say

I do care about you, Reinert.

[thump]

Rose?

[groans]

[sighs]

I have to tell you something.

- [birdsong]

- [stream flowing]

- [Rose] I thought you were

- [Odd] I can't

[Rose] How could you say no?

- Why would you bring it up now?

- [Odd] There's no signs of rigor mortis!

- It's a red flag!

- [Rose] Why are you doing this?

[Odd] I have to go

through official channels!

- [Rose] Let it go! Just let it go!

- [Odd] I can't let it go!

- I could lose my licence.

- [Rose] Nobody needs to know!

- Why the hell didn't you say?

- Because, do you know what?

- Until just now, I thought I'd be able

- Why haven't you said anything until now?

If there's something wrong with the body,

I have to report it!

- I have to let Judith know! f*ck!

- Why now, Odd? I've heard enough.

- [Odd] Wait!

- [footsteps]

[Odd] I'm sorry.

- [Odd sighs]

- [door slams]

- [door opens]

- [Live] Reinert?

- Hi.

- [door closes]

- What the f*ck?

- Live, why are you here?

Why am I there?

SHERIFF'S OFFICE

- [man on phone] Are you completely sure?

- [Judith] Yes, I'm completely sure.

Something's not normal in Skarnes.

The funeral director, Odd Hallangen

- What, the brother of the

- Yeah.

The brother of the girl who woke up

after I sent her for an autopsy.

- Whom you declared dead?

- Yeah, I declared her dead.

And I've apologised profusely

for that situation.

But now I'm begging for the green light

for authorisation

to send Sverre Hansen's body for autopsy.

Uh-huh. And why is that, Judith?

- To discover if he's been m*rder*d.

- Uh-huh. By who?

- Oh, my God. No one can hear us now!

- Ssh! We'll talk here.

[Live] Well?

You just can't barge

into the police station like that.

Odd realised it wasn't a natural death,

he's alerted Judith,

and as soon as Sverre is sent

for an autopsy, we'll be f*cked.

- [sighs]

- [Reinert groans]

Yeah. And whose brilliant idea

was that, again?

To let Odd be in charge of burying

the person we k*lled?

Just so that he was able to keep running

- his ridiculous little shop.

- This isn't about the business,

- It's all about our family.

- Yeah, okay.

Can't you stop Judith?

- Stop Judith?

- Huh.

You saw that board there, right?

Judith suspects you

for all that's been going on

here in Skarnes lately.

- She doesn't even know the half of it.

- You have to help me. You have to help us.

But I What shall I do? I mean

- Yeah. I'm not a m*rder*r.

- You are, though!

[Reinert] f*ck.

A whole career

A whole life, yeah

All I ever wanted was to be the one

to solve a m*rder case in Skarnes.

What I'm struggling with is

that I'm the m*rder*r in the case, Live.

I just can't handle it.

HALLANGEN FUNERAL AGENCY

[Odd] I'm sorry.

- [Rose] I love you.

- [Odd] I love you too.

- And I love you, and always

- Odd?

[Rose chuckling]

- [Odd] Hm?

- [Live] Odd?

Hi.

Can I talk to you for a bit?

[man] What kind of evidence

do you have, Judith?

I don't have any evidence.

I don't have any yet.

But I will get it

if you give me authorisation

for sending this case for an autopsy.

Okay, Judith.

First, you send the body to pathology,

and then you can apprehend

Live Hallangen for 24 hours.

- Thanks!

- But, Judith

- this must get you results.

- I can promise you won't regret this.

- Don't let me down. All right.

- Thanks a lot.

So you understand I had to tell,

uh, Judith, unfortunately.

- Even if it means you're going to close?

- Yeah.

More important to live with myself

than, uh than

yeah, the business surviving.

I guess. I don't know what I mean.

[sighs]

I must show you something.

You found it? Great!

Where did you find it?

Sverre had it.

Where did uh, where did Sverre find it?

He didn't find it.

He was the one

who attacked me by the barn that time.

- What?

- And yesterday, he tried to

He [breathing shakily]

Or or I

Yeah

Did you have something to do

with Sverre's death?

It was an accident.

But how do we call it off?

I've already told her that we should

Odd, I'm going to go and tell them

that I committed the m*rder.

That way, you might not

have to send him for an autopsy

- or sell the house.

- [Odd sighs]

But

Wh

But wha

I

Just go back to Rose.

[footsteps thundering]

[Judith] This time I'll do it right.

The thing is, I wonder if I was a little

hasty when I called you earlier

I want him sent for an autopsy

immediately.

Judith, you don't have to send him

for an autopsy.

- Live

- Live Hallangen,

I'm apprehending you

for the m*rder of Sverre Hansen.

- Odd, we're sending him to pathology.

- No, I've prepared him to be buried.

Sverre's sister has ordered

the full package, with an open casket,

- music, flowers

- Odd, I need to know the cause of death.

Send him to pathology immediately.

Shall we go?

Do I need to get

the handcuffs out for you?

- No.

- Then let's go.

[Odd sighs]

[Rose] Baby, what's going on?

Odd?

- I'm sorry, I have to go downstairs.

- Huh?

I have to send Dr. Sverre to pathology.

Do you have enough evidence to arrest her?

- Kongsvinger will insist

- I' haven't arrested her.

I've apprehended her.

I can't arrest her

before I have enough evidence.

But my intuition tells me

that we'll get pretty juicy evidence

once this autopsy is complete.

Then we'll see that the doctor

didn't die of natural causes.

Then we can charge Live Hallangen.

[light buzzing]

[water dripping]

[birdsong]

Live?

Papa was right.

What about?

I'm not worth it.

This.

I'm sorry, Reinert.

Live

let's escape from Skarnes.

Come with me. I can't do this alone.

You're the only one

who knows what this is.

[sighs]

Nothing will ever be the same

for us, though.

Even if we leave Skarnes.

Yeah?

We can at least be together. [laughs]

[Judith] Reinert?

What are you doing?

[Reinert] Um

It's a new witness statement.

- Witness statement?

- Yeah.

I'd like to check a couple of things.

Just go through a couple of points.

Yeah, okay. A couple.

f*ck!

The autopsy's happening today.

They're going to call any minute.

[Brynjar] So you have a guy

who's sentenced to death

- In Norway?

- [Brynjar] Yes, in the Viking era.

- Okay, what's he convicted of?

- [Brynjar] Asking too many questions.

- Wow. That's gorgeous.

- Mm-hm.

Anyway, the condemned gets to choose

between three different rooms.

The first room is, uh, filled with fire,

the second is filled with

assassins with loaded g*ns

In the Viking era?

and the third is filled with lions

who haven't eaten in three years.

Which room is safest?

The third one.

Lions who haven't eaten

in three years are dead.

- Yeah.

- [chuckles]

Oh, f*ck.

Skarnes sheriff's office,

this is Marianne speaking.

Yes.

Judith?

The pathology department's calling.

- Yeah, Reinert, I

- Listen.

We must wait a minute, and then

[Judith] Reinert!

- f*cking hell.

- What's up?

You take this. I have to talk with Odd.

For the love of God.

[Brynjar] What are you doing

over there in Skarnes?

I have no idea, to be honest.

First you try to send us

a corpse that isn't dead

and then you send us

a fully embalmed corpse.

- Embalmed?

- [slowly] Yes, em-bal-med.

- [Reinert] Yes Yeah Hmm

- Odd?

[Reinert] Yeah, that's

- Yes, yes, that's, uh Oh, dear.

- [Judith banging on door]

How do you expect any forensic pathologist

to find the cause of death,

when the corpse is fully embalmed,

drained of blood,

filled with chemicals and tampered with

in all sorts of ways?

Judith. I understand that you're

pissed off,

- but I tried to tell you.

- Tell me what?

That Dr. Sverre Hansen's sister

had requested the full package.

- Full package?

- Yeah.

Mahogany-stained cherry coffin,

300 programmes,

lots of musicians, full choir and

as you've probably just heard,

embalming as well.

Are you clear as to what this does

to the investigation?

Is it difficult?

There's no possibility of an autopsy

when you've filled the corpse with

Formaldehyde.

Does that mean that I'm free to carry on

with the funeral as planned, or what?

Go to hell!

[organ playing]

Hvor du meg fører ene ♪

Jeg følger med ♪

[Wenche sobbing]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Dear big brother.

I remember the first time

you took me camping.

You'd made

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

[Wenche] Um When I got stuck in

Is it strange for you, being here?

- Yeah.

- [Wenche] it for me.

- Hm. But it was

- [Wenche] Even though

Yeah.

[Wenche] all this mud, and

You still managed to get me out.

[Wenche sobbing]

There's something very strange here.

Don't you think?

Yeah.

Very.

What are you thinking about?

You raise me up ♪

So I can stand on mountains ♪

You raise me up ♪

[Live laughs]

To walk on stormy seas ♪

And I am strong ♪

When I am on your shoulders ♪

[Live] You raise me up ♪

To more than I can be ♪

You raise me up ♪

So I can stand on mountains ♪

- You raise me up ♪

- [machine gurgling]

To walk on stormy seas ♪

But I am strong ♪

When I am on your shoulders ♪

You raise me up to more than I ♪

[laughing]

Hey, what's up?

Nothing. [chuckles]

Doo-doo-doo, duh-duh-duh-duh, duh! ♪

[beeps horn]

You raise me up ♪

So I can stand on mountains ♪

You raise me up ♪

To walk on stormy seas ♪

[Odd] Yeah, yeah ♪

[Live] And I am strong ♪