01x07 - Joseph's Blessing

[bunniefuu]

[Beate] I've looked into it

and I'm sure, Harry.

[Harry] The son?

Yes, he's definitely our serial k*ller.

[Harry] Okay.

Thank you, Beate.

Our guy is Martin Aminov.

He's a 43-year-old Norwegian citizen

living in Prague.

Previous sentence for smuggling.

He gave his mom a diamond identical

to the ones we found on the victims.

And according to her he came to Oslo

to see his mom

on all the dates of the killings so far.

-She lives at Villa Valle.

-His mother?

Yeah, she lives

under the fifth point of the star.

She's expecting him tonight.

Backup's on the way to Schweigaard Street,

and my car's parked nearby.

No, wait, hold on a second!

Sit down.

No one goes anywhere until I say.

And pull back all the units.

I don't want a single cop car

within a kilometer of that house.

Believe me, if this guy senses any sign

of trouble, we won't get a second chance.

Falkeid, you and your men

stay put right here

and you wait for my command.

-Didn't you say--

-I said wait for my command!

I'm in charge. If something goes wrong,

it's my a*s on the line.

So I want to deal with this on my own.

Is that understood?

Harry.

You stay here, take over.

[Delta] Hole, we're on our way

to Villa Valle now.

-Abort backup.

-Abort?

-Waaler is coming. He'll handle it.

-Okay, but we're five minutes away--

Abort. Now.

[tense music building]

-Alpha to all units, stand down.

-Standing by.

[intriguing intro music playing]

You carry a weapon?

[Beate] On an investigation

like this? Yeah.

Did he say when exactly he was coming?

Well, he said he had

something to do first.

Does he have a key to the front door?

I don't lock it when I know he's coming.

-The door isn't locked?

-No.

You can lower the g*n.

-Hi.

-Mrs. Aminov.

-Where is everyone?

-It's just gonna be us.

Are you out of your mind?

-What's wrong?

-You're in front of the f*cking window.

-Well…

-How long have you been standing there?

Amateur hour. Jesus.

Get into the kitchen. Now.

Into the kitchen.

Stay here no matter what happens.

Do you understand?

What is that?

Fourth floor, third door to the right.

Oh, f*ck…

[eerie music playing]

Falkeid, get your squad ready

to bust into 406.

[music turns dramatic]

-Alpha to Charlie 2, come in. Over.

-Charlie 2 responding.

Prepare to enter apartment 406.

Hole is on his way now.

Roger that.

Give me a g*n.

BACK IN FOUR WEEKS, JULY 7TH

[dramatic music fades]

-All clear.

-Clear!

[flies buzzing]

f*ck…

[Bjørn] Why do you think it's here, Harry?

Because this is the fifth floor.

[Falkeid] Hole?

[dramatic music playing]

[phone vibrates]

Yeah? Harry?

Hi, we were wrong.

We just found Marius Veland's body

wrapped in plastic up in the loft.

He wasn't the next victim,

he was the first,

so Aminov started with the thumb

and then he moved down the hand.

Now just the pinky's left.

He's coming here next.

I'm confused, tell me why Waaler's here?

Where the f*ck's SWAT? What is this about?

He said he didn't wanna scare him away.

This can't be normal.

Over here,

he told me to stay back

just like he told you.

Harry, what the f*ck is happening here?

I don't know.

Listen.

Be careful.

I have to hang up.

[Tom] Police!

Drop your weapon!

[dramatic music playing]

Drop your weapon now!

This is your final warning!

Drop your weapon!

[door opens]

[dramatic music stops]

Tom, he has no weapon.

What the f*ck are you doing?

He has no weapon on him now

because I disarmed him already.

Let's go! Put cuffs on him.

[Beate] Stand against the wall!

Drop the bag.

["Me and the Devil" by Soap&Skin playing]

Drop it now!

Early this morning ♪

When you knocked upon my door ♪

Early this morning ♪

[dialogue can't be heard]

When you knocked upon my door ♪

And I say, "Hello Satan, I ♪

I believe it is time to go" ♪

Me and the devil ♪

Walking side by side ♪

-Me and the devil… ♪

-[music fades]

[distorted voice] I'm on my way back.

Back to my womb.

There, I will take my knife

and cut my way through.

f*ck me, man.

This guy's batshit insane, right?

This Aminov is an ex-convict?

Mm.

-Any fingerprints?

-No, no results yet.

Has Martin Aminov confessed?

The suspect has just undergone

the first rounds of questioning,

so it's a process.

Captain Tom Waaler here

has been spearheading it.

As you all know, interrogation is a mix

of fact-finding and building trust.

Until he's finished,

I can't offer any more information.

But is it true that you found both weapons

and diamonds on Aminov

and that the diamonds are the same type

as those on the victims?

-I can confirm that, yes.

-Next up, VG.

Sir, is it true that Marius Veland's body

was vacuum sealed when you found him?

[phone vibrates]

[Bjarne] I can't comment on that.

[Maya] But can you confirm that the man

you arrested is the Bike Courier k*ller?

This is an ongoing investigation,

so I can't divulge any more details.

But aren't you at least glad

the search is over?

That's a trick question,

and won't take the bait.

Next up, Dagbladet.

Is it true the circumstances of the arrest

by Detective Tom Waaler

were rather dramatic?

I don't know, dramatic?

I was doing my job, that's all.

Was he planning to commit future murders?

Yeah, I mean, it's hard to say,

but he could've been.

[sighs] For f*ck's sake.

Tom's a star now.

He's the cop that singlehandedly

caught the Bike Courier k*ller

before he could go out and commit

his next grisly m*rder.

Guys, we found fingerprints

in Marius Veland's apartment.

They match the ones from the shop

and the ones at Camilla Loen's.

Now we've found the same

set of prints in the stairway

at Lisbeth Barli's place.

They match Martin Aminov?

No. That's the crazy part.

The print matches Veland.

So he's been bringing the thumb

to every crime scene we've found?

Yeah, apparently.

-Elegant.

-That's one word for it.

We're going to Boxer

to celebrate after this.

You coming?

-Yeah.

-Mm?

Are you coming?

Nah, I've already celebrated

enough for a lifetime.

Plus, now I'm no longer on the team.

-What?

-Yeah, today is my last day.

-The f*ck are you gonna do instead?

-Something different.

Something entirely different.

Yep.

The summer I turned 20,

I went down to Strömstad

to see my best friend Solo.

We stole his dad's piece of sh*t car,

and drove up to Oslo.

We didn't have two kroner to rub together.

We couldn't afford a hotel,

so we slept in sleeping bags in the park.

We'd walk up and down Karl Johan Boulevard

all day looking for girls.

I lost my virginity in that sleeping bag.

I think that's when I decided

that this was my city.

We were 20, but…

it felt like we had it all.

Marius Veland,

Barbara Svendsen,

Camilla Loen, Lisbeth Barli.

They were all in their 20's

when they died.

Life hadn't disappointed them yet.

And I just spoke to Aminov.

He's a cold, calculating son of a b*tch,

and he'll plead insanity to avoid prison

and wind up in a psych ward,

and then, he'll be good, make progress,

and before you know it, he's discharged.

Mhm.

That's how things are now.

We don't have anyone

cleaning up the trash anymore,

everybody just sweeps it

under the carpet and moves on.

And then everyone acts shocked

when the entire house smells.

It stinks, it is infested with vermin.

So someone has

to start cleaning up the sh*t

so everyone else can breathe.

You with me?

Mm, so far.

That's what we do.

We take out the trash.

It's time for your first mission.

All your issues,

this will solve all of them.

Get your job back.

So, what are we talking about?

Aminov.

He's trash. Take him out.

Joseph's Blessing.

KGB developed it.

It was mostly used by Chechen soldiers

when they wanted to commit suicide

after being captured.

It breaks down the cell walls,

every orifice in the body

starts to hemorrhage,

and then you bleed to death in seconds.

No smell or taste. One ampoule in a glass.

It should look like he committed suicide.

Sometimes you have to bend and break

the law to protect the majority.

Society demands our work.

Aminov will be in custody

until midnight tomorrow.

Then they'll transfer him.

They know you're coming.

[Harry] Right.

[Tom] Good luck.

[car door opens and closes]

[dramatic music playing]

[music fades]

-[calm string music playing]

-[doorbell rings]

[door opens]

[Oleg] Hey, Mom! Harry brought flowers!

Coming down!

You look really nice.

Yeah, so…

Sorry, I…

Thank you.

-Yeah.

-Let's put these in water.

-I got it.

-Not a bad idea.

Was it too much with the flowers?

-Kinda.

-Kinda?

Hi, Harry.

Harry. Maya Ek, Aftenposten.

We're asking people what they think

about the man getting captured.

-No, thank you.

-That's fine. Understood.

I wanted to ask you something else.

Really quick.

In your role as a police officer,

you've worked with Tom Waaler for years.

-Right?

-I don't work for the police anymore.

I see. But wait,

could you say anything about Tom?

Hey, just a second.

-You have a card?

-Uhh…

Call me anytime, please.

-Anytime.

-Thank you.

Did you say you don't work

for the police anymore?

Yeah. Last day on the job was yesterday.

But what's next?

What're you gonna do?

Something else.

[bell rings]

Attention everyone, the performance

will begin in five minutes.

Please find your seats.

Those of you with reserved tickets

are in rows one and two.

[breathes shakily]

[eerie music playing]

[cheering and clapping]

You're telling me that Pygmalion

is mostly about how…

people ultimately never understand

why they love someone?

It sounds simple

when you put it like that.

-Well, that is what you said.

-Yeah.

Yeah. I'm not much of a theatergoer.

[chuckles]

Well, I got an offer.

And I've agreed

to be a partner at the company.

-Congratulations.

-Thanks.

-That's what you wanted to tell me?

-No.

Look, Oleg told me.

I know he stole that wine.

And that you were the one

who picked him up and brought him home.

And then he told me

about the bet you made together.

He swore he would never…

ever drink again if you didn't either.

-Mhm.

-[Rakel sighs]

He loves you, Harry.

And that love just keeps growing.

[romantic piano music playing]

I know that the…

the odds are against us here.

But I'm hoping to get in on that bet.

If you want.

And I love you.

[Harry] Mm-hm. [clears throat]

And you love me?

Mm.

Yeah…

I love you.

I knew it.

Let's go inside.

[Harry] Hey…

I have to go do something. Sorry.

-At work.

-That's alright.

I won't lock the back door.

No, you should.

[music turns eerie]

Lock your doors.

For tonight.

["God's Gonna Cut You Down"

by Sivert Høyem playing]

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time ♪

Run on for a long time ♪

Sooner or later God'll cut you down

Sooner or later God'll cut you down ♪

-Hi, it's me. Can you hit record?

-[Otto] I got you, boss.

Consider it done.

Tell the rambler, the gambler

The back biter ♪

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down ♪

Well my goodness gracious

Let me tell you the news ♪

My head's been wet

With the midnight dew ♪

I've been down on bended knee

Talking to the man from Galilee ♪

He spoke to me in the voice so sweet ♪

I thought I heard

The shuffle of angel's feet ♪

He put one hand upon my head ♪

Great God Almighty

Let me tell you what He said. ♪

Groth.

…tell that midnight rider ♪

Tell the gambler, the rambler

The back-biter ♪

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down ♪

You can run on for a long time

Run on for a long time ♪

Tell 'em that God's gonna cut 'em down ♪

[music fades]

How are you, Aminov?

I'm Captain Hole.

Could you give me your hands?

Uh.

Is this your "good cop" trick?

Hm?

Mmm.

You seem unusually calm

for a man who's been

arrested for four murders.

I didn't do it.

We found a diamond that perfectly matches

the ones found on the bodies.

We also found a Ceska Zbrojovka,

which is the same weapon that was used

to k*ll a Barbara Svendsen.

You said that you were in Prague

at the time of the murders.

So we checked.

I know you made a quick stop in Oslo

on each of those dates.

Are you claiming to have credible alibis

at exactly 5 p.m. on those days?

Yeah. I didn't think so.

You got more?

The file marks on the g*ns we found

in your bag are almost the same

as all the g*ns that've turned up

on the streets over the past year.

I mean, it's almost like

there's some kind of smuggling ring

that's importing them.

Interesting theory.

You smuggling weapons for Waaler?

Are the police involved

in that sort of stuff?

[tense music building]

When Waaler arrested you, he had two g*ns.

He said one was his service weapon

and the other your Ceska.

You were unarmed, isn't that right?

-Hi, Martin.

-Hi, Tom.

Why are you here?

What the f*ck?

Tom, don't do this.

What's the matter?

Police!

And when I told Waaler

that the Bike Courier k*ller

was Martin Aminov,

he seemed terrified.

Not because there might be another m*rder.

Nah, you know each other.

And he's afraid.

Because you're one of his runners.

And Tom Waaler's aware

that if you get prosecuted

for the killings

we both know you committed,

you will do anything you can

to secure yourself a favorable deal.

You'll tell us everything about him

and the entire network.

So it'd be much easier just

to put a hole in your head.

You don't believe me.

Do you think Tom Waaler will save you now?

Hm?

Like some sort of reward for your loyalty.

Or do you think you have so much on him

that you can pressure him

into helping you?

I thought you were a smart guy.

This whole time,

you've been one step ahead of us.

But somehow, you couldn't outsmart Waaler.

You're right, I don't believe you.

How was that…

How was the water?

I mean, it's water.

Right.

Joseph's Blessing.

[dark music playing]

-It's empty.

-Mhm.

Bon appétit.

What?

Compliments of Tom Waaler.

[retches]

Look, who do you think put you

in here unguarded and vulnerable?

You should have been

in a maximum-security prison.

Instead you're here

in an ordinary holding cell.

And that means anyone holding a police ID

can come in and out as they please.

I want to make a deal with you.

If you pop one of these within the first

ten minutes after taking a Joseph's,

you have a pretty good chance of survival.

I want you to testify against Waaler.

Wait.

Tick, tock.

Yes, alright, give it to me.

I will, I promise.

-Can I trust you or not?

-Yes!

How do I know that?

You need to convince me,

you understand that?

Start talking.

'Cause otherwise you'll bleed to death.

Ever seen someone die

from this stuff before?

First, you'll sh*t yourself,

and then blood pours out of every open

hole in your body, even your eye sockets.

Yeah, fine. Look, okay,

you can trust me because it's logical.

If I don't die tonight,

Tom will realize that I've betrayed him.

After that,

there won't be any turning back.

It'll be me or him. Plain and simple.

I won't have any other choice.

Keep talking.

If I have to stay in here,

there's no chance I'll survive.

Even if you give me the pill, someone else

will finish what you started.

I mean, come on, I'll only survive if…

if Waaler gets exposed,

arrested and sent to prison.

And you're the only one

who can help me do that now.

Well done. Congrats.

-Get up, turn around.

-Give me the pill.

Nah, we're leaving. Come on.

Give me the pill, for f*ck's sake!

This pill's just Flunipam.

They're for insomnia.

Come on, get up.

[dramatic music building]

Easy.

Now, I wouldn't worry about it.

I'd already emptied the capsule

into the sink.

If the water tasted funny,

you can take it up with Water and Power.

Hey, what's going on?

Well, the detainee has to be taken

to the sixth floor for some questioning.

Where do I sign?

No one told me about this, Harry.

Well, yeah, but we don't typically

tell you guys this kinda stuff, Groth.

Just relax.

It's a small change of plans. This guy…

He's refusing his meds

so we're gonna try a different approach.

Nobody informed me.

Right.

Of course not.

Huh.

If you're done

with all your important questions,

could you pull up your prisoner's log

so I can put in the details and sign it?

For the cause.

["Insomnia" by Faithless playing]

I get no sleep ♪

["Insomnia" playing intensely]

I can't get no sleep ♪

[music is muffled]

[music playing intensely]

I can't get no sleep ♪

[music continues]

[Tom] Hello?

Yeah, It's Groth.

I've trying you for the last hour.

Yeah, well, I've been working out.

Yeah, I had a question. Was that detainee

supposed to be moved tonight?

Hole came here to pick him up

for an interrogation.

[music distorts]

f*ck!

f*ck.

f*ck!

m*therf*cker!

-[car alarm blares]

-[music fades]

[tense music playing]

Why do you keep checking the clock?

To see when they start hunting us.

When's that happen?

Right about now.

[woman] Hi.

-[Tom] Son of a b*tch.

-Hi, excuse me?

-What do you want?

-I just wanted…

I wanted to be sure to say thanks.

For what?

For the diamond.

[eerie music playing]

Thanks.

[phone vibrating]

Beate Lønn.

Hello, I'm sorry if I woke you up, Beate.

This is Maria Aminov calling.

-I've been wondering about Martin.

-Okay.

I wanted to know

when I can visit him in jail.

It's very hard to say at this point, but…

let me talk to some colleagues

and look into it and…

I'll call you back early tomorrow morning.

Okay?

There's something else.

It's probably nothing.

I'm a little worried about my tenant, Ina.

She hasn't been home for days.

You have someone living

at your place, Maria?

Yes, I forgot to tell you.

She's living in the old maid's room

but I never showed it to you.

She hasn't been there for a few days.

Well…

Where is she? She alone?

No, but now I really wish

I'd had a chance to meet the guy.

She just said

they were going to his cabin.

[eerie music playing]

-[man on phone] Yes?

-Hole f*cked us.

He took Aminov and disappeared.

This is a big problem, Prince.

And for now, it's your problem.

How are you gonna solve it?

I mean, he's police.

How far do we want to take this?

Well, you don't have

a lot of options here, do you?

I talked to the Chief.

Your orders are to take out both of them.

Could you repeat that?

We want you to k*ll Harry Hole.

[eerie music reaches cl*max]

Okay.

Hey, it's me.

I just got off the phone with the boss.

-We've got a job to do.

-Okay.

["Scream" by The 5.6.7.8's playing]