01x02 - Ghosts

[bunniefuu]

[reporter on radio] This morning,

police released further information

on Sverre Olsen, who m*rder*d

Ellen Gjelten in cold blood two weeks ago.

The deceased Olsen was the main suspect

in an ongoing investigation

regarding the importation

of ill*gal firearms into Norway.

Agnes Sjølid, Oslo's Chief of Police,

says they will continue working tirelessly

on uncovering the cr--

[door opens and closes]

-What's that?

-[pan sizzling]

[woman] Pork chops.

What's wrong now?

Chapter Eleven.

Leviticus.

Pig's blood is unclean.

Is that so f*cking hard to remember?

-[grunts]

-[woman] You're sweaty.

I won't have time to work out tonight,

so I went for a bike ride up to Sognsvann.

Yeah?

What are those lumps in there?

[woman] I don't know, the pot's clean.

Or it should be.

Ugh.

What's it taste like?

Like iron.

[liquid drips]

What the…

It's Camilla's.

Must be flooding or something.

[ominous music playing]

[intriguing intro music playing]

[record skipping]

Uh…

I don't think

you want to be here right now.

Uh…

Don't pretend like it's the first time.

I've seen this before.

I won't go through it again.

Do you remember our conversation?

If this happened again, it was over.

I guess you should get going, right?

Isn't that what you do best?

-Huh?

-[somber music playing]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[phone ringing]

Talk to me.

[Bjarne] We just got another m*rder.

I need you over there right now.

I know this has to be hard for you

after losing Ellen like that.

It was hard for all of us,

but life goes on, Harry.

I can't cover for you any longer.

This is your job.

I need you to come back to work.

And I need you sober.

["If I Had A Heart" by Fever Ray playing]

This will never end 'cause I want more ♪

-More, give me more, give me more ♪

-[buzzer ringing]

[man on intercom] Fifth floor.

["If I Had A Heart" continues playing]

More, give me more, give me more ♪

["If I Had A Heart" continues playing]

You lose a fight?

If I had a voice, I would sing ♪

After the night when I wake up ♪

-I'll see what tomorrow brings ♪

-[song fading]

You got any idea when…

Forensics are on their way, but…

we can see her body's not cold or stiff--

[Tom] Around five o'clock.

Why five?

Because her body wasn't moved there.

That means she was k*lled

on her way into the shower.

Her body's blocking the drain.

Janitor said that the shower

was on at full blast.

It's a tiny bathroom.

It wouldn't take long

for the water to overflow.

The downstairs neighbor

noticed the leak at exactly 5:20.

Right. It's been an hour.

And you've been

here for 30 minutes, right?

-Good work, everyone.

-Well, not everyone.

I'm gonna go talk to the building manager,

get the power back on.

[Harry clears throat]

I know, she's already started to smell.

It's from the heat and moisture.

No, that's not it.

I've gotten used to that.

[grunts] What are you thinking?

As you can see, the skin is burned

surrounding the entry wound.

And also the blood is black and congealed.

Discoloration doesn't suggest

direct contact, but still close range.

Yeah, I agree.

-You got optics?

-Yep.

[clears throat]

You okay?

[clears throat] I just need air.

[grunts]

[man clears throat]

[chuckles] Hole…

Thirsty, huh?

[woman on radio] Waiting on your report.

[man] Stand by.

[camera clicking]

The asymmetry in the sooting

suggests the sh**ter was taller than her.

He had to aim down at an angle.

The graduated burns,

no exit wound,

it's a short-barreled weapon.

Yeah. A p*stol.

[Harry sighs heavily]

No other signs of violence.

Some slight swelling

in the right eye socket.

Used a wire cutter

or one hell of a sharp knife.

Found the finger yet?

-No.

-The weapon?

No, not yet.

Ah…

That's a lot of blood.

Her hand is in the water,

so it didn't coagulate.

It still seems like a lot

from one severed finger?

Mmm-hmm. That can only mean one thing.

That the k*ller cut her finger off

while she was still alive.

Yeah. Exactly.

He wanted her to be found.

That's why he left the shower running.

[unsettling music playing]

-[Harry] Boyfriend?

-[woman] I don't think so.

[Harry] Hmm, a lover?

A lover? We don't exactly

stand outside her door and listen, okay?

Uh…

But do you think

a lover could've k*lled Camilla?

I don't think anything.

I get you're doing your best, I do,

but for the residents here,

it's important for us

to know if this is a personal crime…

or if we have some psycho

going around murdering people.

Vibeke here, she's anxious. Don't pretend.

[laughs] I've been trying

to reduce her anxiety lately, but anxiety…

is a person's fear in the face of freedom.

And that realization that human beings

can do anything they want,

that's what really frightens them.

Heidegger.

[Vibeke laughs]

Sartre?

Kierkegaard? No?

I guess they don't teach

much philosophy at the police academy.

-I'm not anxious.

-Shh!

[Vibeke] Sorry.

It could very well be a psycho

running through your building.

But statistically it's more likely

that it's some guy that she already knew,

like a lover she rejected.

Do you think Camilla--

[laughs] I'm sorry,

but this is completely insane.

You walk in here, you sit us down,

and tell us that your conclusion

is that you don't know anything about her.

That's right,

I know nothing about Camilla Loen.

Right, so why share your theory then?

It's based off of a hundred years

of statistics, and, frankly, you asked.

If you're done asking me questions,

I'd like to finish asking mine.

Good.

Have you seen anyone else

in her house when she's not there?

You're saying whoever did this

got inside her house? They had keys?

Anybody you can think of?

Well? Any ideas?

[Vibeke] Not really.

All right, we'll be calling you in later

for further questions anyway,

so thank you for your time.

[ethereal notes playing]

Um…

-Which one of you called the police?

-It was me.

But you phoned it in

before you even knew that she was hurt.

How'd you know?

Oh, well…

After Anders said the pot

had stuff in it that looked like eggs.

He tried it and said it tasted like iron.

I used to be a chef.

Both eggs and blood

coagulate when you cook them,

so unless Camilla had cracked

a whole bucket of eggs up there,

it could only be one thing.

Bon appétit.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[menacing music playing]

[on voicemail] Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten.

I'm not here, leave a message.

[Harry] Hi, Ellen. It's me.

I… I don't know what to say..

There's no one else I can talk to.

I'm going after Waaler.

I know he was the one that k*lled you.

I'm going to take him down.

I promise.

[intriguing music playing]

How long?

Since the day before the cabin murders.

You've waited to report this. Why?

I've…

[clears throat] …been somewhat…

distracted.

You know, Møller thinks I'm blind.

I know he's been

covering for you for a while.

I don't know if he's doing it

'cause you're his best detective,

or if it's more that

he has a soft spot for stray dogs,

and I don't care.

I won't do that, Hole.

[softly] All right.

Okay.

Right, go on.

When narcotics was staked

outside Sverre Olsen's garage,

they took that photo

of Tom Waaler going in.

They didn't realize it was him,

the picture is too blurry, but…

when Beate Lønn,

she's a so-called "super recognizer,"

saw that image,

she identified the guy as Tom Waaler.

This picture?

Yes, with 70% certainty.

When Ellen and I confronted Waaler

with the picture, he said he wasn't there.

He brushed it off. Claimed he was

home alone when it was taken.

I've done a background check

with the police station in Stockholm

and with Interpol.

They had nothing bad to report

regarding Tom Waaler while he was there.

Do you have any hard evidence

proving he wasn't home then?

He found them by chance.

It's very convenient.

Waaler arrived out of the blue

at the cabin where

the suspect Sverre Olsen's hiding,

and where Olsen

and Ellen Gjelten are k*lled?

Is that all you've got?

A coincidence?

Say that picture really is Tom Waaler.

He got paranoid,

so he went to k*ll Sverre Olsen

so he couldn't testify.

Ellen was just in the wrong place

at the wrong time.

[line ringing]

She called my phone five times.

Forensics found evidence of an altercation

around 300 feet away from the cabin.

A DNA match for Ellen,

but nothing from Olsen.

-[phone vibrating]

-Her phone was turned off before she died.

The phone is still missing.

He beat and tortured her

in order for it to look like

it was a fight between her and Olsen.

That's Tom Waaler.

Hole, this is the moment

where I should toss you out of my office.

Not just because you don't have a case.

You do realize that this is

an extremely serious accusation

against one of your own colleagues?

If I give you the authority

to investigate Waaler,

it'll be on my head if you're wrong.

I'm sure you understand.

The same goes if I'm right.

But on the other hand,

it is also very important to me

to leave no stone unturned.

So if your plan is to continue

pursuing this theory of yours,

you'll be doing it on your own.

You'll report to me.

Only to me.

This meeting never happened.

Are these terms acceptable, Hole?

They're acceptable.

["I'm A Wanted Man"

by Royal Deluxe playing]

They didn't know it

When they turned me loose ♪

I shot the sheriff

And I slipped the noose ♪

The law ain't never

Been a friend of mine ♪

I would k*ll again

To keep from doing time ♪

-You should never ever trust my kind ♪

-[song fades]

-[on recording] Police dispatch central?

-[Tom] This is officer Tom Waaler.

An officer's been k*lled.

The perpetrator too.

I had to sh**t him in self-defense.

-[rock song resumes playing]

-I'm a wanted man ♪

I took the p*stol

And I shot out all the lights ♪

I started running

In the middle of the night ♪

The law ain't never

Been a friend of mine ♪

I would k*ll again

To keep from doing time ♪

You should never ever trust my kind ♪

I'm a wanted man ♪

I got blood on my hands ♪

-Do you understand? ♪

-[music fading]

[on voicemail] Hey, it's Ellen Gjelten.

I'm not here, leave a message.

[Harry slurring]

I haven't found a f*cking thing.

Not a f*cking thing. He…

He probably knows that I'm…

that I'm watching him.

What the hell am I doing,

promising things?

It's like with…

with Rakel.

I can't drag her into this sh*t.

Right?

-You know--

-[bottle shatters]

-You know that.

-[dissonant music playing]

I can't promise anything.

I can't… I can't promise…

[dissonant music continues]

[phone vibrating]

[grunts softly]

-Hey, talk to me. [clears throat]

-[Bjarne] Hey, where the hell are you?

On second thought, I don't want to know.

Harry, I'm calling you to remind you

that Ellen's funeral is today.

Did you forget?

No, of course not, Chief.

[clears throat]

[pensive music playing]

[church bell tolling]

[somber music playing]

[somber music continues]

[somber music continues]

[Rakel] Got plans today?

I'm gonna go hang with Lucas.

-We're going to the Frogner Baths.

-Okay. That's fun.

Yeah.

When's Harry visiting again?

[sighs] He's really busy right now, so…

Okay.

Call you later. Okay?

-'Kay.

-Bye.

[car door closes]

[upbeat music playing]

[automated voice]

You have one new message.

[Agnes] Hi, Bjarne.

I wanted to inform you

that Harry Hole was spotted drunk at work

by a fellow officer

in the middle of a crime scene.

I trust that you'll handle this.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

[sighs]

m*therf*cker.

[foghorn blaring]

["Shut Up" by The Dogs playing]

You don't listen, you don't listen ♪

I don't like people that talk non-stop ♪

You don't listen, you don't listen ♪

For the love of God, woman

Won't you please shut up? ♪

[Tom] Has that been logged?

Yeah. Just a minute,

I'll get you this one too.

[phone ringing]

[ringing continues]

Hello?

POLICE

[Tom] Hey, what's up?

I'm Tom. You're Rakel's son?

You know my mother?

Yeah, she used to work here

when you were a baby.

Uh…

Can I help you?

Yeah, I just wanted to give this to Harry.

Just in case.

Okay, so what's it for?

I don't know.

So he can still get in

when he gets off work.

In case he's lonely or whatever.

That's really sweet.

But…

Why not give it to Harry yourself?

Come on, I'll take you to him.

He'll love it.

[dark music playing]

[Tom] There he is. Come on.

Harry!

Harry…

Oleg here's got something for you.

Go on, give it to him.

It's okay. Go ahead.

See?

The f*ck you looking at, boy?

-Huh?

-[dark music playing]

The f*ck you looking at, boy?

[yells] What the f*ck are you looking at?

[dark music continues]

[droning note plays]

Hi.

Hey.

Beer, cookies…

and instant coffee.

Having a party?

Yeah…

you could say that.

Look, it's that cop again.

Harry.

[droning note plays]

[Harry sighs]

I'm afraid I've got some bad news.

[winces]

Ah, f*ck.

Is it cancer?

Nah, I've got a sensitive stomach.

Ow. f*ck me.

Slow digestion, I guess.

The idea of slow digestion

is bullshit, you know.

Digestion takes anywhere

from 12 to 24 hours for everyone,

so your bowels aren't actually backed up.

They're just bad.

I came here to tell you that it's over.

So you're dumping me?

I received a complaint

you were intoxicated at work.

I keep putting my neck

on the line for you.

I really tried.

Well, no more.

Ah.

[somber music playing]

I've drawn up your letter of resignation.

It's on Agnes Sjølid's desk.

Only thing missing from it

is her signature.

[somber music continues]

You have no idea

how difficult it is to see you this way.

[door opens]

-[somber music building]

-[door closes]

m*rder INVESTIGATION CHIEF

[distorted male voice]

Book of Revelation, chapter 16.

"The third angel poured out his bowl

on the rivers and springs of water,

and they turned into blood."

"Come, I will show you

the punishment of the great prost*tute

lying in the water."

Open your eyes.

It's a simple pattern.

[line ringing]

-Hi, Beate.

-Harry?

I'm calling you on speaker

with the ballistics expert.

We found the m*rder weapon.

Yeah? Where?

In a trash can not far from her apartment.

You were right. It's a p*stol.

Make and number?

Ceska.

Serial number's been scratched off.

And the scratch marks?

The same as everything else

we've seized so far.

-But get this, the pathologist found--

-Uh, just take it to Waaler.

I almost forgot,

they took me off the case.

Okay.

I mean, I hope that, um…

Waaler can make some sense

of the pathologist's findings.

-Yeah. All right.

-Take care.

Hang on, f… f*ck.

Wait a second.

Okay, fine, tell me.

Remember how

one of Camilla Loen's eyelids,

the right one, was all swollen?

Turns out it wasn't swelling.

It was a small red gemstone…

cut into the shape of a star.

What do you think?

That it's not my case.

Good luck.

[sighs heavily]

[dark music playing]

[dark music continues]

[overlapping voices whispering]

Look, it's that cop again.

Where's that exactly?

f*ck' cops are here again.

f*ck' cops are here again.

[voices fading]

[menacing music playing faintly]

[intriguing music playing]

[menacing music continues faintly]

[chair creaking]

[chair creaking]

[chair creaking]

[menacing music continues faintly]

[menacing music building slowly]

[menacing music continues]

[menacing music building]

[music stops]

[machinery humming]

["So Far from Your Weapon"

by The Dead Weather playing]

There's a b*llet in my pocket

Burning a hole ♪

You're so far from your weapon

And the place you were born ♪

There's a b*llet in my pocket

Burning a hole ♪

You're so far from your weapon

And you want to go home ♪

[dog barking]

I tried to give you whiskey

But it never do work ♪

Suddenly, you're begging me

To do so much worse ♪

But I knew it from the get go

The b*llet was cursed ♪

-[music stops suddenly]

-[loud slap]

[clattering]

[shears snip]

A little off the sides.

Oh sh*t, it's you.

I'm glad to see

your brain's still working.

What's that?

That's a picture of a man

who was leaving Sverre Olsen's garage

just before you got there.

I think you saw him

and you could tell that he was a cop.

Could you put down the f*cking scissors?

-Okay.

-Good.

Don't worry, Roy,

I'll make this easy for you.

Now, I'm sure

you're probably relieved that…

I'm not some drug lord

looking to break your legs,

but I promise you I'm way worse than that.

You're royally f*cked.

I can drag you out of here in handcuffs.

Me and my buddies

will raid your garden out there.

All those plants you're growing

at the back of the greenhouse?

That Mom thinks are flowers.

Your little hobby that she

and your father will 100% be arrested for.

All you need to do to prevent it

is take a look at those photos.

Be smart now.

Okay?

Uh…

I don't know who it is.

But…

I did see him.

[Harry] Hmm.

He's a cop, all right.

[intriguing music playing]

How'd you know?

The lanyard on his neck.

Like the one you've got.

I mean, man, at least try to hide it.

Huh.

Next picture, please.

That him?

[intriguing music continues]

[Agnes] And Roy Kvinsvik

is absolutely positive he saw Waaler?

-Yeah.

-Good work, Hole.

You know we'll need him to testify.

He refuses to come to the police station,

so I've arranged to meet him

at Schrøder today at 11:00.

[expectant music playing]

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

[faint threatening voice on the phone]

-[woman] Who was that?

-It's no one.

[exhales nervously]

We need the confirmation in writing.

There he is.

Hole.

[clears throat] This is

our Chief Prosecutor Abildsø.

Hi. Harry.

Where's your guy?

Ah.

It seems Roy Kvinsvik changed his mind.

What do you mean he changed his mind?

[music playing in background]

I've thought about it.

And I only told you it was that guy

because I thought

that's what you wanted to hear.

You have nothing on me.

I told my parents about the weed,

about everything.

They've already burned all the plants, so…

I won't lie for you.

Are you telling me

you did the stereotypical move

of pressuring a witness

to give a false statement?

Flank steak or potato dumplings,

they're both very good.

I'll say this once.

So pay attention, Detective Hole.

I have a zero-tolerance policy

when it comes to corrupt officers.

I'm committed to that goal.

I also have no tolerance for unethical

and immoral behavior in the department.

The m*rder of Ellen Gjelten

has been solved,

and the case is officially closed.

If you so much as whisper about this case,

I'll see it as a direct refusal of orders.

Now, what do you think about that?

I'm thinking dumplings.

I'm going dumplings.

Well, enjoy then.

f*ck.

-[woman] How's it going?

-[Harry groans]

On a scale from nine to ten? Nine.

[laughing]

f*ck it, I'll have another.

[man] Forensic evidence

has provided us with sufficient proof

to conclude that Ellen Gjelten

was k*lled by Sverre Olsen.

The Bureau of Investigation

of Police Affairs

has also concluded that the police officer

who arrived at the crime scene,

Tom Waaler, was acting in self-defense

according to police regulations,

and tried to save a colleague

while risking his own life

to do what was right.

[dark music playing]

["The Brothel" by Susanne Sundfør playing]

Purple pavements ♪

Crooked fingers

Knocking on windows without souls ♪

Bodies are swinging ♪

From rooftops and poles ♪

Howling through hollows ♪

Restless nights

In one-night cheap hotels ♪

Oh, I'm only drifting ♪

To always come back ♪

[yells]

[crying softly]

And I search for something ♪

Oh, whatever, I don't really care ♪

Driving with their lights off ♪

They can be anywhere ♪

Rolling down their windows ♪

Open car with open mouths ♪

Golden teeth and gold tops… ♪

[song fading]

["I Wanna Be Sedated"

by the Ramones playing on headphones]

[somber music playing]

-[sniffling]

-[somber music continues]

-Hey.

-Hi.

THANK YOU SO MUCH

[darkly intriguing music playing]

[distorted male voice] Open your eyes.

The pattern is simple.

A red guiding star.

A five-pointed devil's cross

will show you the way.

[darkly intriguing music building]

[music intensifies]

-[girl screaming]

-[music building]

[screaming]

[music fading]

[phone vibrating]

Hello?

[Harry] What forensic evidence do we have?

Uh, we've collected fingerprints and DNA

from the apartment,

but nothing we can pin on the k*ller yet.

Did you find out

where the diamonds came from?

Well, we're still working on it, but…

they're most likely

not from a Norwegian jeweler.

So it could be that the k*ller is foreign.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

You know, last time you told me

this wasn't your case anymore.

Yeah, it's not.

I had a dream about Camilla Loen

and the diamond that you found.

Did you know that thousands of years ago,

they would put coins

over the eyes of the dead

so that their souls could reach

the afterlife and not just hang around?

Yeah, I did know that,

but I believe in science.

I don't believe in ghosts

or any of that stuff.

When are you coming back?

Hmm.

I thought you didn't believe in ghosts.

[laughs softly] Good night, Harry.

Good night.

["Ain't No Sunshine" by Wovenhand playing]

♪ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone ♪

[resolute music continues playing]

♪ It's always cold when she's away ♪

♪ I wonder this time where she's gone ♪

♪ I wonder if she's gone to stay ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone ♪

♪ And she's always gone too long ♪

♪ Any time she goes away ♪

♪ And I know ♪

♪ Yeah, I know ♪

♪ Yeah, I know ♪

♪ I will leave your things alone ♪

♪ But ain't no sunshine when she's gone ♪

♪ When she's gone ♪

♪ Only darkness every day ♪

♪ Ain't no sunshine when she's gone

And this house just ain't my home ♪

[song fading]