01x03 - Episode 3

[bunniefuu]

["Alle venter på sommer" plays]

Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

La-la, la-la-la-la ♪

Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la ♪

Alle venter på sommer ♪

Fuglesangen i skog og hei ♪

Alle venter på sommer ♪

Ingen venter på meg ♪

- Og når solskinnet flommer ♪

- [sighs]

- Svermer unge langs sti og vei ♪

- Odd!

Alle venter på sommer ♪

- Jeg venter bare på deg ♪

- Odd?

Mørke kvelder ♪

Sne kulde og is ♪

Nei vi vil heller ♪

Synge sommerens bris ♪

Ja, alle venter på sommer ♪

- Slaps og søle det er vi lei ♪

- Odd?

- Alle venter på sommer ♪

- [Odd] Rose?

Jeg venter bare på deg ♪

Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la ♪

- La-la, la-la-la-la ♪

- [water running]

What are you doing?

I'm the head of a funeral agency

that has a funeral booked in.

Papa's.

And one that I'm paying for.

For four generations before me,

the best this funeral agency has managed

to do is survive, but now

[sighs]

Now now it's falling apart a little bit.

It's not really that awful, is it?

Or

- Uh

- [phone buzzing]

Oh, it's ringing. Ca can you reach it?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. Here.

[Rose sighs]

Hallangen Funeral Agency,

you're speaking with Odd.

- [man] Hi, is that the new boss?

- Yeah, that's me.

Ah, yes. I have a death to report,

unfortunately.

- Yeah, no, that's sad.

- Yeah, very sad.

- The name, do you have that?

- Yes. Margit Gundersen.

- Something to write with?

- Yeah.

Yeah. Just one moment.

I have to, uh get a pen.

- Left. Yeah, yeah.

- Left?

- Still there? Hello?

- Um

- Fine.

- Yeah.

- Hello?

- Yes, no, I'm still here.

- Just a second.

- Here.

Oh, that'll do. That's it.

Yeah, uh, ready when you are

- When did you say she was born?

- She was born June 21st

- 06:30. The rest you said?

- 37

37-47-3. Yeah.

- Want me to call back?

- No, that's fine. Thank you.

- You on your way?

- I'm coming now.

- Lovely, thanks.

- Yeah, yeah.

Thank you, bye-bye.

- At last!

- Aaah!

- What is it?

- Mrs. Gundersen's dead!

- Is that for definite?

- Yeah!

- No.

- Yeah!

She's lived with us for such a long time.

Yeah

- Yeah.

- But, um, she isn't any longer. [laughs]

I'm sorry. It's just that death is

what we're making a living from.

Yeah, anyway, I have to get going.

Hey, Rose,

could you put a cover over Papa?

[running footsteps]

[sighs]

[grunts and sighs]

[train horn blares]

[rattling and thumping]

[pacing]

A NETFLIX SERIES

[opening song in Norwegian playing]

POST MORTEM

NO ONE DIES IN SKARNES

SØR-ODAL MUNICIPALITY

"Did Arvid have any enemies

in the village?"

"Is there anyone

who would want to m*rder Ar" No.

"Would anyone wish to

to end Arvid's days?" Yeah, I think

Are you practising

what you're going to say to Odd and Live?

[sighs]

Now, remember that, first and foremost,

you have to put them at ease.

So what?

You are going to tell them that, most

probably, there is nothing to worry for.

We have it under our control,

we're examining the case,

- but we're not over-dramatising it.

- No, I know.

But at the same time,

it's a small village,

where no one dies, I mean, ever.

You know what I'm talking about. [sighs]

HALLANGEN FUNERAL AGENCY

Good day, Mathieu!

Hi, Odd.

- You must have had a long night?

- You could say that.

- Second door to the right, down there.

- Yeah.

[Mathieu] Her sons arrived an hour ago.

- I need some help.

- [Odd] Oh, right.

Since you're already here

would you be able to help me

with one little thing?

- Okay.

- Thanks.

[lock bleeps]

[Odd] We'll just get her on the gurney,

then I'll do the rest.

Yeah, the family's already chosen

the casket and all that. [sighs]

That should do it.

You stand down that end.

What we'll do now is raise the bed.

And then we'll let gravity

do some of the work.

Like my Papa used to say,

"You don't wanna break your back

over a corpse." [laughs]

Hi, Mrs. Gundersen.

"Born June 21st, 1930."

[mouths]

Yeah. That's correct. Let's get going.

[Mathieu] It was not a pleasant end

to Margit's life.

She wasn't ready to go.

[Odd] No, I can see

that she struggled for her life.

No one knows who decides

when it's our turn to die.

But one thing's for sure. It's not fair.

I can't find anything on the surveillance

videos from the petrol station.

[Judith] No? What did you expect?

That Arvid and his m*rder*r should have

a dramatic showdown right there,

under all the cameras

by the petrol pumps?

And then they moved on to the crematorium?

No.

Did you fill in the documents

for the old woman who left us at Soltun?

- Yeah, Margit Gundersen. Yeah.

- Great.

Then we deserve a treat at the café.

[grunts]

[sighs]

[chuckles]

I sem to be the only one working

on two suspicious deaths here.

Do you mean the old woman at Soltun?

- No, Live Hallangen. Holy Lord.

- But she woke up again.

- Yes, after she had died.

- Yeah, but she woke up again.

And Arvid

We don't have any clues to go by.

- You said that yourself.

- Yeah, at any rate,

I'll do everything in my power

to solve this case.

I can't imagine how hurtful

and unbearable it must be for Live

Poor thing.

Not to know how her father died.

And for Odd.

- [Judith] Mmm.

- For both of them.

I had a colleague when I worked

as a constable in Kongsvinger.

A hell of a dedicated police officer.

A little like you.

Except that he could choose

which woman he wanted to take home.

Married, unmarried

He could have become an amazing model.

But he wanted to

to be a police officer in Kongsvinger.

POLICE STATION

Yes, and your point is?

He never went home.

Not for himself, and not to others'.

Instead, he just sat at work, day in,

day out, fighting all the criminality.

- And he was bloody good.

- Oh? Where is he now, huh?

- Now he's dead.

- Was he m*rder*d?

Heart failure.

Upon the loo.

Yeah. What's the moral here, Judith?

I have a really adorable niece, yeah?

- Lykke. You know her. Really nice girl.

- Mm-hm.

Some might say she's a little bland,

that she's as much fun

as a coffee without the caffeine,

that she has the charisma of a frying pan,

but she's really great, and kind.

Maybe the last, uh

single woman in Skarnes.

That that's a hundred percent false.

That's Live is also still single,

- as far as I'm aware.

- You probably should move on from that.

- How's that working out for you?

- [both laughing]

- [receptionist sighs]

- [Judith chuckling]

Hey, you. Take Lykke out

for Chinese, would you? Reinert!

Chinese, yeah.

This here is what's going to occupy me.

How many people in Skarnes

could muster the strength

to crush seven ribs in a ribcage?

Some power there.

[sighs[ What are you going to do

about that?

Trawl through the list

- of members at the gym?

- I shall begin with that.

- Mm-hm?

- And then, maybe,

work my way up from there,

and do a little police work.

Heart failure.

Crushed ribage.

- On the loo.

- Yeah, in Skarnes.

Upon the loo!

One, two, three

[grunting]

- [thud]

- [Odd] There. There, yeah.

That's good.

Huh.

[whispers] All right, what's that?

Oh, hello, Mrs. Gundersen! [chuckles]

Naughty, naughty!

[Odd sighs]

Let's see. Okey-dokey.

Let's see. Let's see.

There.

[sighs] And we'll lower the bed.

You talked to the Gundersen boys already?

- I gave them a little coffee.

- Good. Lovely.

[Odd sighs]

- [Mathieu] Is that everything?

- [Odd] Yeah, yeah, it's done.

[door opens]

[Odd sighs] There we go.

One, two

That's it. Yep. [sighs]

[door closes]

[gasps]

[sighs]

Oh.

- Hi, Live.

- Hi.

Uh, I'm sorry,

I didn't know that you were

- Odd said we could just go straight in.

- Yes, um I was just going to

Condolences.

Thank you.

And thanks a lot, Live, for

Yeah, yeah. We haven't been here

as much as we should, so

No, but we knew everything was fine

with Mum as long as you were here.

Every time we talked with her

on the telephone, uh

- she said what Live had been saying

- Yes, or what Live had done.

- Yes, she was very, very fond of you.

- Very, very fond of you.

Yeah, she really was a

- fantastic woman, so

- Yes.

Yeah, I'm very sorry about this.

Yes, it was, in many ways, you

who kept her alive towards the end, hm?

Yeah. Well, excuse me, would you?

I'll leave you in peace.

Yes.

Thanks, anyway.

[train passing]

[panting]

[gasping]

[Odd] Stone, blue gneiss.

Text, "Arvid Hallangen."

Typography, Times New Roman italics.

Colour, white.

Church, Udnes, of course.

Programmes, 75. Flowers, bunches of.

Foundation, song

Oh, he's decided everything.

What are you talking about?

When someone dies, you're supposed

to open a case. You know? Open a file.

He's done it himself already,

and filled in everything

we're supposed to spend

four, five hours doing, with

with the exception of the casket, maybe.

Yeah? Then he should probably have

that expensive mahogany casket,

- the one that's never managed to be sold?

- Yeah

No. He's written

"Use one of the models that Odd has

scratched or dented that we can't return."

So

And I know where that one is, so

Yeah, great. Um

Yes, except the eulogy, that is.

Which I wondered if you could do.

No.

- No, no.

- No?

[sighs] I understand that

you'd rather not do it, but, um

I just thought, since this

is my first burial as manager,

it's just really important

at this time that, uh

Isn't it important

that I appear steady and strong and

This isn't the '50s, Odd.

If you happen to cry at your father's

funeral, no one is going to react to that.

[Odd breathing shakily]

Okay, I mean, I I can do it.

Thanks for that.

Uh What's happened to your eyes?

- I don't know what

- Um

Looks like a green fleck, maybe.

Huh?

[light fixture buzzing]

[breathing shakily]

[gasps]

I can't understand how you manage

to stuff yourself

while a m*rder*r's loose in Skarnes.

Arvid was an excellent man.

Yes.

Same as Kennedy, too.

- And Gandhi and Olof

- I haven't said we won't investigate.

- No, but

- Reinert.

Has anyone told you about the strange

deaths we had in the early '90s?

- You think Do you think they're

- Uh

They're connected, you mean?

I was your age. Young and fresh.

And entirely convinced that there was

a m*rder*r running around in Skarnes.

And that I was the only one

who could arrest him.

Or her.

We know, now and then,

that many people will die,

and randomly, but all at the same time.

I was so obsessed

about solving this case, that I

I became that woman who cried wolf,

you know?

- Hm.

- It became pretty uncomfortable.

I always felt

that I had something to prove, yeah?

So I I went hard against my suspect.

I couldn't have known

that she constantly struggled

with many demons of her own,

my investigation would blow up

and become the last straw.

[whispers] Was it the mother of Live?

So now you understand, do you?

I'd rather not have to go into their house

and scream "m*rder" before I must.

[whispers] No, of course, of course.

[Judith sighs]

But at the same time,

I think it's very important

that we show Live

that we're doing all we can.

Do you know what I mean?

To figure out the case.

Both what happened to her,

and to Arvid.

- I mean

- Get over it, Reinert.

Everyone in Skarnes, including Live,

is aware of what you would do for her.

Yeah?

DEAR PAPA

[doctor] Hi, Live.

Hi.

How are you feeling?

[sighs]

Do you sleep at night?

Yeah.

Can you can you pop by this afternoon

and we can run some new tests?

I feel all right.

Okay.

FUNERALS

[sighs]

Burger. Yes.

Yeah. Wanna tell me about work?

No, but It's top secret, so

Yeah, in fact, Aunt Judith, uh, said

that your job is your life.

- Yeah, you're probably right.

- So that means we have nothing

to talk about on

on a date?

Uh [chuckles]

Shall we just go home and f*ck, yeah?

[slurps]

[Live sighs]

"On a day like this"

[sighs]

[squelching]

[stops typing]

[sighs]

"Dear Papa, you"

"We are gathered"

"Here today, we"

[sighs]

"You have buried

more than a thousand people

- during your career"

- [fly buzzing]

[buzzing continues, loudly]

Hm?

- [insects buzzing loudly]

- [high-pitched whine]

[loud buzzing]

[high-pitched whine]

- [loud, discordant ringing]

- [buzzing continues]

Ah, enough

- [many insects buzzing loudly]

- [machinery whirring]

[quiet humming]

[loud buzzing]

[quiet humming]

- [loud buzzing]

- [yells]

Hey! Hey, you! What the f*ck?

[sighs heavily]

That was hurting my brain.

- Your brain?

- Yes.

- The noise of the lawnmower?

- Yeah.

Are you kidding? Or have you just lost it?

Yeah, I'm not the twat who's bought

a robot to cut two square metres of grass.

No, because you couldn't even

afford to buy shears.

[high-pitched whining]

[techno music playing on radio]

What was it Aunt Judith said to you

to convince you to go on that date?

Uh Uh, that

"You simply have to trust me, and, uh

meet my nymphomaniac niece. Come on!"

[both laugh]

[man yelling]

- [brakes squeal]

- [Lykke] Oh! Oh!

- Did you see that?

- [tyres screech]

It's Live.

- [Live yelling]

- [man grunting]

[screams]

[man] No!

[squelching]

[man groaning]

[yells]

- No!

- [grunts]

[yells]

[gasps] Reinert?

[high-pitched whining]

Reinert? Oh!

[Lykke panting]

[Reinert groans]

Why the f*ck did you start attacking me?

[groans]

[panting]

POLICE

[ringing tone]

- Hi, this is Live. Leave a message.

- [bleep]

Hi, Live. It's Reinert.

I just wanted, um

to speak to you.

So maybe

If you could call me back, maybe,

I'd be grateful.

Hopefully we can speak later on.

Goodbye.

- Do you wanna explain this to me?

- [puts phone down]

Yeah?

- The thinking here is I know

- Red yarn?

When did the police start using red yarn?

- Live

- Have you taken Marianne's yarn?

[sighs]

- Reinert, take it down.

- Yeah, can you

Take it down, Reinert.

And then it's your weekend.

Yeah, but Oof.

We'll talk on Monday.

- Judith, I want to

- That's an order.

- You'll want to hear what I have to say

- Goodbye! Take it all down. Down.

[sighs]

[Brynjar] Arvid Hallangen.

ARVID

7 CRACKED RIBS

His ribs were broken.

Falling backwards down the stairs

doesn't cause that to happen.

Someone must have pushed him.

[yells]

[Judith] Lost his balance

SOMEONE TRIED TO k*ll HER

[whistles]

[sighs]

- [bird calling]

- [dog barks]

[Madeleine] I'm worried about Live.

What if she's inherited this from me?

I have to k*ll to keep my family safe.

I need blood to keep

my urges under control.

I have to keep this hidden from Arvid

[lamp buzzing]

[electricity crackling]

[loud buzzing]

[fly buzzing]

[electricity buzzing]

- [whispering] Wake up, Arvid. Wake up.

- [screams]

[Madeleine] I can't do this. [gasping]

I I need blood.

[sobs] I must have blood.

I I can't

[sobbing]

[panting]

[screams]

[breathing shakily]

[door opens and closes]

[running footsteps]

[gasping]

[yelps]

[gasps]

[Madeleine] I must have blood.

- [sighs]

- Shut up.

[Madeleine groans]

I must have blood.

[whispers] Shut up.

- [Madeleine sighs]

- [knock at door]

- [Odd] Live?

- [sighs]

- [knocking]

- Hello? Are you in there?

[knocking]

Live?

- [knocking]

- Live!

Come in.

- Hi.

- Hi.

Are you okay?

Yes.

Um

You should get ready to leave.

Uh, for what?

The funeral?

Yeah, that's not until Thursday, mind you.

[sighs] It's Thursday today.

It's pretty common to lose a little

track of time when you're grieving.

It's normal, I assure you. It passes.

I just have to get past this bump.

It'll all be fine.

- I just need to get myself together.

- Hm.

Yeah, we can do it.

- See you.

- Yeah, you'd better go straightaway.

- I'll come after.

- Mm-hm.

[sighing]

She, uh I don't know,

she's coming later, I guess.

Don't you have enough

to deal with yourself, Odd?

What have you done with that knot?

I can tie a tie.

- Let's see.

- I've tied my own tie since I was born.

Sure. It just looks a bit crooked.

- Is a little tight now?

- No.

There's no one who expects you

to stand at the door and

- arrange the funeral for your own papa.

- Yeah. There actually is.

If I can't manage my own father's funeral,

no one will want to come to me

with their father, or mother, or

anyone.

At any rate, you look very smart. [sighs]

Very professional.

I would go so far as to say

you're actually the most handsome funeral

director in the whole Hallangen family.

I'm currently the only funeral director

in the entire family.

Like, ever.

Hm.

Thanks for trying.

- Yeah. I'm gonna go.

- Yeah. See you there.

- ["De nære ting" plays]

- Yeah.

Ditt sinn monne flyve ♪

Så vide omkring ♪

Det er som du glemmer ♪

De nære ting ♪

Det er som du aldri ♪

En time har fred ♪

- Du lengter bestandig ♪

- [Odd sighs]

Et annet sted ♪

Du syns dine dager ♪

Er usle og grå ♪

Hva er det du søker? ♪

Hva venter du på? ♪

- Når aldri du unner ♪

- "Highly beloved, deeply missed"?

- Deg rast eller ro ♪

- "Live"

- Kan ingenting vokse ♪

- "Rose and Dodd"?

"And Dodd"?

[door opens]

- [door creaking]

- [sighs]

"Dodd"?

- Shall I get them to print out a new one?

- It's not worth it now!

- Yeah, but, Odd

- Don't you mean "Dodd"?

For f*cking the devil in hell,

are you kidding me?

Those b*stards at Skarnes Flowers

can't even learn to check their spelling.

[yells] For f*cking the devil in hell!

[sighs]

- Hi, there.

- Hi.

Are you ready?

Yep. Mm.

Mm-hm.

[organ voluntary plays]

[sighs heavily]

[metal squeaking]

- [woman] My condolences.

- Many thanks.

[bell tolling]

[man] My condolences.

[Frode] My condolences.

- Yes, hi. Thanks.

- Uh

Wish there was something I could do.

You could give me

more time to pay the mortgage for Papa.

[laughs]

Mm.

Hi.

My condolences.

[gasps]

- We'll talk afterwards.

- Yeah.

Hi.

- [bell tolling]

- [organ voluntary continuing]

- I have to talk with you about something.

- Reinert

- I think maybe I've found out

- After the funeral.

- Yes, but you need to see

- Ssh!

[music stops]

- Please, Judith, will you listen

- Ssh.

[woman coughs and sniffles]

[clears throat] We are gathered here today

to say farewell to Arvid Hallangen

and surrender him to God's hands.

LIVE, ROSE AND DODD

[organ plays "Å leva det er å elska"]

[all] Å leva, det er å leggja ♪

All urett og lygn i grav ♪

[fading] Å leva, det er som havet ♪

- Å spegla Guds himmel av ♪

- [high-pitched whining]

[muffled] And now, Arvid's daughter, Live,

would like to say a few words.

[high-pitched whine over low rumbling]

[noises stop]

[woman coughs]

Um

"Papa"

- [high-pitched whine]

- [sighs]

"Dear Papa"

[high-pitched whining]

"You were never an especially

sentimental man."

[rattling]

[clicking]

- [skittering and scratching]

- [low rumbling]

[high-pitched whining]

[Live clears throat]

[echoing] "I remember when

- when we were small"

- [Madeleine] Blood.

I can't take it.

I must have blood.

- [high-pitched whining]

- Sorry.

[Madeleine] I must have blood.

Uh, one moment

[sighs]

Live. Live, wait

Live! Wait!

Wait!

[murmuring]

- [whispers] Do I do it?

- Yeah. Good luck.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Um [clears throat]

"I still remember when I was quite small,

and I asked why you had this job you had."

"'I wouldn't have managed it, ' I said."

"'I couldn't have managed for all'"

"'I couldn't have managed it

because of all those, um left here.'"

"'The bereaved, and all that sorrow.'"

[Odd sighs]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

Odd

[Rose sighs]

I think it was a fine ceremony

Dodd. [chuckles]

[sighs] Have you heard from Live yet?

Hmm? No. No.

- [phone buzzes]

- [gasps]

- [gasps]

- [phone continues buzzing]

[whimpers]

INCOMING CALL - REINERT - REJEC

13 MISSED CALLS - REINER

5 MISSED CALLS - ODD

[gasping]

Hi, Live, this is Reinert. Can you

Hi, Live, this is Reinert.

Hi, this is Reinert speaking.

Can you please call me back?

What's going on?

Live, I'm worried about you.

I want to help you.

[Judith] You left so fast from the church.

What happened? Did you talk to her?

- No, I couldn't catch up with her.

- [Judith laughs] No!

No, it's not your strong point,

that shape of yours, you know. [laughs]

Yeah, all right. The shape I'm in?

You should join me on my next hike.

- Oh? [laughs]

- Yeah. You won't make it home.

- [laughing]

- No.

- That ego-worship you can keep

- [oven pings]

Yeah, okay. Whatever.

- See you tomorrow.

- See you tomorrow.

Okay, bye.

Live?

[crackling]

[high-pitched whining over low rushing]

I tried to get hold of you for a while.

I think I'm just a little tired.

Yeah

[steady heartbeat]

[heartbeat growing louder]

[birdsong]

[gasping]

[whimpering]

[sobbing]

[crying]