01x03 - To Silence the Voices

[bunniefuu]

-[g*n fires]

-[water rippling]

Uh, Wulf?

I saw the neighbors had an alibi,

but there was nothing about the janitor.

He also has a key to Camilla's unit.

Can you check that out?

You think it was him?

No.

[Wulf] Okay. Right away, Mr. Hole.

I'll call you.

Is this the one…

Camilla was shot with?

Yeah, we're pretty sure about that.

We just have to double check,

'cause it's difficult to know

with point-blank shots

to the cranium like this.

Yeah.

It was the same thing with Ellen, so…

What makes someone

hold a loaded p*stol to a defenseless

woman's head and just pull the trigger?

[man] f*cked if I know.

Usual stuff, I guess.

Hate.

-[g*n fires loudly]

-Love.

Madness.

What do you think?

Silence.

He wanted to silence those g*dd*mn voices.

Just guessing.

Um…

Hey, um,

that diamond that was

found in Camilla's eye.

What are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking it's a diamond.

Anyway, it's all there in the report, so…

Yeah, but I want to know if you

have anything that didn't make the report.

[man] Uh, well…

Yeah, actually there might be something.

Step into my office.

There was something carved into…

the beam right above the bed

that looked off to me.

Yeah, and it looks like a kid carved it,

not a girl in her twenties.

[Harry] Okay.

Okay, but, um…

the diamond there…

that was for us.

[man] What do you mean?

Well, he left the water running

to wash away everything

he didn't want us to find,

but he wanted us to find that.

And then there was the…

Yeah, the finger, right?

But that was more like, uh…

Well, a trophy.

It sounds like

you think this guy could end up…

k*lling again.

Why would I think that?

You studied serial K*llers

during your time in America, so…

you see a pattern in one place…

Then you start

to see it everywhere else, right?

No.

Doesn't fit here.

Why not?

Kind of a special case, right?

Yeah, but serial K*llers are, um…

like white whales.

They're very rare.

[man] Hmm.

Is a small part of you

hoping this is a white whale?

Just curious.

There's…

There's no white whale.

-Really?

-I don't want there to be one either.

But this guy's telling us something.

[darkly intriguing music playing]

[Tom] I don't like this.

[man on phone] I know it's not ideal,

but with Olsen out of the picture,

you need to handle the weapon sales.

We just raided it, though.

Exactly, that means

it'll be the last place they look.

We get the two

biggest gangs in Oslo to go to w*r,

they k*ll each other,

and do our jobs for us.

Give Dearpmis and Korps automatic r*fles,

that way the cops will be allowed

to bring their own firepower to the party.

Okay. It's a plan.

["Season of the Witch" by Donovan playing]

[woman] Wait here for a sec.

[Tom] You have the money?

[woman] Not until you show me the goods.

["Season of The Witch" continues playing]

[Tom] Odin.

[sniffing] Are you a cop?

I smell pig all over you.

Goods are inside.

Let's have a look.

Looks about right?

[woman] Now we're talking.

Word on the street is that Korps…

recently got ahold of automatic weapons.

-What do you know about that?

-Curious m*therf*cker, aren't you?

-Yeah.

-You want the g*ns or not?

-When's the next delivery?

-[Tom] Next week.

Here.

Did you have to pick a place

where a bunch of guys

have put their dicks

through f*cking glory holes?

Yeah, I did, actually.

-This is perfect.

-[man moaning in background]

["Season of The Witch" continues playing]

The Korps won't get their

automatic weapons until tomorrow.

So this is your chance

to clean up the competition.

Must be the season of the witch… ♪

[man on phone] Yeah, Prince?

Yeah, trap is set.

Okay. Nice work.

We have to find another method here.

I'm too exposed like this.

Next week's delivery's eight times bigger.

I can't risk it.

-Someone else has to do it.

-Do you have someone in mind?

Yeah, I have an idea, but…

it might take a little convincing.

[song fades]

-Hi.

-Hey.

Why don't you walk with me?

I have to jump into a meeting.

Oh, okay.

Listen, I feel like I should tell you

that if Haugen and Vik

weren't on summer vacation right now…

I wouldn't have given this case to you

since you're brand new.

Okay.

But the Camilla Loen m*rder

is currently our biggest case,

and you said you wanted to be on crime.

I do.

So what do you think?

[woman] Well,

we have all the right ingredients.

It's been four days.

All the police have

is the g*n they found in the trash

that turned out to be the m*rder weapon.

There's nobody strange

hanging around the building.

Only one neighbor says they might have

heard something like a g*nsh*t.

-Mmm-hmm.

-No signs of armed robbery.

So the police think

she let the perpetrator inside herself,

but her whole friend group's

pretty much been ruled out.

And everybody's alibis make sense.

Okay.

Maya Ek, don't let me down.

[laughs softly]

Keep us posted 24/7.

Yeah, absolutely.

Good.

See ya.

[Bjarne] Any suspects yet?

[Tom] Nothing.

We've knocked

on every door in the building.

We've talked to the local shop owners.

We questioned all the cab drivers

that work that neighborhood.

We checked every alibi

of the people in her circle

and we've still got nothing.

I don't get it.

They're talking about new evidence here.

Aftenposten knows about the finger

and about the diamond under her eyelid.

There's gotta be a leak, don't you think?

Maybe it's just some…

alcoholic that needs some money

to buy a bottle of booze.

[Bjarne chuckles softly]

[Bjarne] I could've sworn I fired you.

Well, as long as I'm getting paid

through the end of the month,

I figured I might as well

try to make some progress here.

If you think I wasn't serious about that,

you're wrong.

Your ID card will expire

on the last day of the month,

at which time you will hand in

your service weapon at the armory office.

Okay?

I don't know how you do it.

Drinking yourself

half to death again and again…

then you just stop?

Okay, if you think you can be useful

around here, that's fine with me.

You get paid until the end of the month.

But no more

looking into the Camilla Loen case.

-Why not?

-Waaler is on that case.

And I don't want you

getting into a pissing contest.

Got it?

[scoffs]

Sorry, the crime unit

handles missing persons.

We're investigating a m*rder--

They'll have to call someone back

from vacation. I can't afford to lose…

[sputters] Uh, hold on, hold on…

Yeah, what's the address?

I might have someone.

I actually do have an officer

who's available.

POLICE

[intercom ringing]

-[man on intercom] Yeah?

-It's the police.

Top of the building, fifth floor.

Ugh. Of course it is.

[lock buzzing]

[opera music playing in background]

-Hi.

-Hi.

-Willy Barli.

-Uh, yeah. Captain Hole.

[sighs] Uh, right.

So, um…

Lisbeth has gone missing.

I called her cell a bunch,

and it turns out she,

left it at home, and…

I tried calling the grocery store

and three different police stations.

Eventually, I called the National Theater

to make sure she wasn't down there.

The premiere is in eleven days,

she just wants to keep rehearsing.

She hasn't been sleeping…

So is that her?

-Mmm-hmm.

-Ah.

And soon everyone's gonna know about this,

that's why I called right away,

'cause I need help.

-The two of you are living here alone?

-Yes.

So this where you last saw her?

Yeah.

-This is where she would--

-[woman] Hey, there!

Hey.

So when did you last see her?

Uh, two hours, maybe a bit more than that.

What?

-So two hours and you call the police?

-Yeah.

I know it's not long,

but she was just going down to the Kiwi

to buy potato salad for dinner tonight.

You've called hospitals and the police?

Have you tried her friends?

-Maybe she bumped into someone--

-No, she didn't.

You hear of someone

walking out in a bikini

to buy potato salad for pork chops

that are already on the grill,

and then just deciding to run off?

[Willy stifling tears]

I gotta make a call.

-[Beate] Hey, there.

-Hey! Oh good Lord. Hot in here, huh?

Hey.

-Ivan Bratteng.

-Yeah, Harry Hole, hi.

So where do we start? Where's the husband?

Well, he's in there,

choosing some of her clothes to show us.

The dog doesn't need

to know her scent in particular.

Uh, let's not turn this into a big deal.

His wife could be anywhere, but still…

Sweep the building,

talk to the neighbors, and look around.

And while you're at it,

get another patrol officer up here.

I'll keep an eye on him, and then talk

to the neighbors across the yard.

-They have a good view of this unit.

-Mmm.

[quietly] So you suspect the husband?

By principle,

I always suspect the husband.

-[Ivan] Why's that?

-[Beate] It's always the husband.

Hole's first commandment.

-Could we please get going?

-[Beate] Yup. Yes.

Start upstairs, Beate.

-[Beate] Let's head back to the stairwell.

-[Ivan] Let's go.

-[wistful music playing]

-[door opens]

[door closes]

Everything okay, Harry?

Yeah.

[clears throat] Yeah.

You look kind of shaky.

You might need more iron in your diet.

[Harry] Mmm-hmm.

I told…

I say that to Lisbeth.

I stopped myself just now.

I almost said "told."

[woman] Frank, it's the police.

-[Frank] What?

-Yes.

-Frank.

-Harry Hole.

Lisbeth's gone missing, you know that?

We just saw her on the balcony

a couple hours ago.

Yeah.

We hear them all the time,

their balcony door's always open.

[Harry] Yeah.

She was wearing a bikini,

according to the husband.

Also high heels. She won't leave the house

without high heels on.

[Beate] What did

the neighbors on the balcony say?

[Harry] They saw her leave.

He was home the whole time.

[indistinct chatter]

[Beate gently] You think this one

could be an exception to your rule?

Maybe it's not the husband?

I'm worried you might be right.

Okay.

And if it's not the husband,

do you think there could be

a connection to the other m*rder?

-Why would you ask?

-'Cause I think you think that.

[Ivan] If he doesn't alert, that doesn't

mean your wife hasn't been here,

I just want to make that clear.

It's tough for him

to distinguish one smell.

Okay.

I don't think there's much more

we can do for you right now.

[Beate] Sir, it's gonna be okay.

No, it's not. I've tried everything.

I've called everybody I know.

-And no one's seen my wife.

-All our patrol cars have been notified.

We're doing absolutely

everything we can to find her, okay?

-Okay.

-She hadn't put anything on?

Just shoes and a bikini?

-She was wearing nail polish.

-[dog barking]

It looks just like mine,

only it says "Willy" right here.

-[Ivan] He's got something!

-On her right hand.

[barking continues]

-[ominous music playing]

-[barking continues]

[darkly intriguing music playing]

[Willy exclaims]

Oh my God, this is bad.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

She's not coming back, is she?

This is really bad.

Oh my God, I'm gonna be sick.

[intriguing music building]

[distorted male voice]

Book of Revelations, chapter 16.

"And the third angel poured out

his bowl into the rivers and the springs,

turning them into blood."

"Come ye, and witness

the judgment of the Great Harlot…

who sits upon the waters."

[darkly intriguing music continues]

[somber music playing]

[somber music continues]

-[knock on window]

-[man] Hey, are you available?

-What does it look like?

-Really?

f*cking d*ck.

[muttering] Turn your light off.

Hey! Can I get a ride?

Where to, stranger?

[exhales] To, uh…

Dreamland.

Or, no, Sleepville actually.

I'd rather not dream at all.

-[exhales]

-You having nightmares?

Uh…

I want to be completely knocked out.

But not by booze.

You got anything?

Do I look like I'm a criminal?

-[glove compartment opens]

-[objects rattling]

All right, so what's this?

Put it this way, if you take half of one,

you'll sleep like a rock.

Take a whole one and your…

your lights will be out

for a good long time.

Okay.

I'm a little light on money,

but I'll hit you later if--

Hey, relax, my man. Jesus.

That's what friends are for,

to give you pills on a shitty day, eh?

[laughing]

Yeah.

Hey, uh…

You have anything that can…

turn it off?

I don't like this.

That look on your face, it's--

Nah, come on.

Is it Rakel?

-Why would you ask that?

-I don't know.

I mean, I've only

known you since primary school, so…

-What's going on?

-[exhaling anxiously]

Sorry, Harry,

I don't think there's a drug for that.

-One thing comes to mind, I guess…

-A b*llet? [laughs softly]

I was gonna say "yourself."

No.

I f*cking need it.

["Keep The Streets Empty For Me"

by Fever Ray playing]

[lighter flicks]

[man 1] You're f*cking hammered.

Attila's gonna kick you out.

[man 2] I don't f*cking care.

Who's that?

-[cars approaching]

-Hey, who the f*ck is that?

[man 3] Dearpmis is so f*cked.

[man 4] Why do you say that?

[man 3] Attila has the firepower.

Get your stuff and I'll show you.

[man 4] Okay.

[car approaching]

f*ck!

Hawk!

It's Dearpmis! Run!

[man 1] Attila!

-[somber song continues]

-For bruises, asses, handclaps ♪

I will never disappear ♪

-For forever, I'll be here… ♪

-[automatic r*fles firing]

[man yelling] Let's go!

-Come on! Go, go, go!

-[somber song continues]

-[g*nf*re continues in background]

-[man] I need a*mo!

Attila! Here!

[g*nf*re continues]

There!

[man yelling] f*ck!

They're packing real heat!

[Odin] Loke!

Get back! For f*ck's sake!

[man] Let's get out of here!

Get back!

[g*nf*re continues]

-[r*fle firing]

-[man groans]

No! f*ck! Loke!

[somber song continues]

On a bed of spider web ♪

I think of how to change myself… ♪

-[g*nf*re continues]

-[glass shattering]

A lot of hope in a one-man tent ♪

[Odin yelling] Hurry, get him in the car!

Hospital now!

Drive!

[g*nf*re continues]

-[somber song continues]

-[tires squealing]

[man] Wait, please…

[flames igniting]

[man screaming]

[somber song continues]

Morning, keep the streets empty ♪

For me ♪

[phone vibrating]

-Hey.

-[man] Yeah, Prince?

-Less than we hoped for.

-[man sighs]

But there'll be more in the future, so…

We have a few casualties.

Well done.

Okay.

[somber song continues playing]

[song fading]

[reporter] A young man lost

his life a few hours ago

in the overnight sh**ting

between rival gangs Dearpmis and Korps.

According to police intelligence,

tensions between gangs

has been on the rise recently…

[man] Ah, early bird.

[reporter] The search

for Lisbeth Barli continues.

Investigators say they can't

release any more details at this time,

but Lisbeth's sister Toya…

MISSING FOR THE SECOND DAY

How many views did VG get on their story

about the sister of Lisbeth Barli?

Uh, 400,000.

[woman] Okay.

Drop what you're doing.

I want you on the Lisbeth Barli story.

-[Maya] Barli? But…

-Mmm-hmm.

-She's just missing, what's going on?

-Did you not hear those numbers?

Those sisters have gone

from B to A-list celebrities overnight.

Get a comment from one of them.

I want to hit some numbers.

[exhales]

[phone vibrating]

Maya Ek, Aftenposten.

[distorted male voice] Hello, Ek.

I have a tip for you.

Okay. What is it?

The sh**ting at the biker club yesterday.

They were using flamethrowers

and automatic r*fles.

So the question is,

"What will the Minister of Justice do

in terms of arming the police?"

"And how will they defend the city

against these th*gs?"

Interesting.

Who is this? How do you know

about the weapons they were using?

[Tom] I'm on the inside, Ek.

That's all you need to know.

[dark music playing]

MISSING

CONTACT THE POLICE

[singing "You're Still The One"

by Shania Twain on video]

[phone beeps]

[on voicemail] Hi, Harry.

This is Willy Barli calling.

I think it would be a good idea

to put more officers on the search.

-Because I've heard that the first--

-[phone beeps]

Hi, Harry. It's Willy Barli again.

I was thinking maybe we should set up

some sort of monetary reward.

-I'm willing--

-[phone beeps]

Hi, it's me again.

I was just speaking to a clairvoyant

that the Danish police have used before,

and apparently she's seeing Lisbeth

in the water or something.

-Can you get in touch with her?

-[phone beeps]

[man breathing indistinctly on voicemail]

[breathing continues]

[phone beeps]

[man breathing indistinctly on voicemail]

-So annoying when they don't say anything.

-[phone beeps]

[tense music playing]

I heard you were quitting.

Yeah.

So what are you gonna do instead?

Same old stuff?

Debt collector? Hmm?

Maybe a security firm?

-[Harry laughs softly]

-Insurance?

Gotta be plenty of opportunities

for a famous investigator

with a legal background.

'Cause they don't know

you k*lled a colleague

while driving under the influence.

Not yet anyway.

We've never seen eye to eye.

Right?

[tense music continues]

But…

[laughs softly] …I respect you a lot.

[laughs]

We're not that different.

We're both intelligent, and…

we don't give a sh*t

about what anyone thinks.

You…

You don't know how to make money.

-What do you want?

-I want to help you.

We don't have to be enemies.

Sjølid might not sign your dismissal

if I help out.

Understand?

But I do have a little project

that I'm gonna need some help with.

Think about it.

[pensive music playing]

[somber music playing]

[on radio] Sjølid, crime squad.

What's the situation?

[officer 1] M207 here.

Patrol car Bravo 42 just crashed

on the train tracks at Majorstua station.

The driver's injuries aren't serious,

but the passenger's deceased.

-[Harry groans]

-[officer 2] Can you hear me, Harry?

[officer 1] Yeah, I think so.

There's no one and I smell alcohol.

[officer 2] I'll be right here

until the ambulance arrives.

-[officer 1] There's no one in the area.

-[officer 2] Don't worry. Don't move.

[somber music continues]

[sobbing softly]

[officer 1] Roger that.

No, I heard you, Chief. Understood.

Okay, we're going to move the body

into the driver's seat.

-[officer 2] What?

-[officer 1] It's an order.

-[officer 2] No, we can't just move…

-[voices fade]

[somber music continues]

What did you do?

This is your f*cking fault!

You did this!

He's f*cking dead! You k*lled him!

[somber music continues]

-[church bell tolling]

-[somber music continues]

ELLEN GJELTEN

REST IN PEACE

[Ellen] Thank God humans

were made to survive almost anything.

Despite it all, we survive and carry on.

[phone ringing]

-[clears throat] Talk to me.

-Yeah, hi. Ivan Bratteng here.

-Yeah.

-So we're at Sognsvann right now.

But we're not finding anything.

How would you like us to proceed?

Just move on and keep me posted.

Yeah. I'm on it.

[clears throat]

[dissonant music playing]

[darkly intriguing music playing]

[distorted male voice]

Open your eyes and behold.

The pattern is simple.

A red star that guides you.

A five-pointed devil's cross.

It will show you the way.

[music fades]

[Rakel] How did it go?

-Huh?

-Not good. I froze.

It's okay.

Why do adults drink?

-Hmm?

-Like Harry does.

I don't know, Oleg.

There must be some way to get him to quit.

Well, sure.

He does quit.

Only it's temporary.

Yeah, but does he want to get that drunk?

'Cause it looks like

it f*cking sucks, honestly.

[pensive music playing]

[automated voice]

You have one new message.

Yeah, hi, it's Møller. Listen, Harry.

You can't mobilize the entire department

because a person's

been missing for 24 hours.

Stop treating this like a m*rder case.

This is amateur-level behavior.

It's a standard missing person's case.

You know 99% of the time

they come back after two days.

So here's deal. I'm giving the case

to the missing person's department.

You don't need to come into work anymore.

This arrangement was a bad idea.

Remember to turn in your service weapon.

Goodbye.

[phone beeps]

[somber music playing]

[man] Well, well.

Another career comes to an end.

For all you know, I could just be

getting a new service weapon.

No, I know the look in peoples' eyes.

I know whether they're moving up or down.

How long you been working here?

Way too long.

Are you proud of your career?

Nah, it's been average. Lots of…

hit-and-miss, you know the story.

Oh, yeah? Homicide division?

Least you're around

a lot of good folks there.

That was pretty hit-and-miss as well.

Hope the rest of your life

is nice and aimless, Harry Hole.

-[reporters clamoring]

-[Bjarne] Please quiet down, everyone.

One person at a time, thank you. VG?

[reporter 1] Camilla Loen has been

m*rder*d, and Lisbeth Barli is missing.

Is it true you haven't made significant

progress in either investigation?

Uh, following up on leads

and exploring tips

is the process used to narrow down

potential persons of interest.

We consider that progress.

[dark music playing]

m*rder INVESTIGATION CHIEF

POLICE HQ

[reporter 2] Lisbeth Barli's

been missing for a while.

What are the chances she's still alive?

[Bjarne] All I can say is we have

our best detectives working day and night

to solve these two cases.

POSTAL SERVICE

[woman] We're giving

the next question to Aftenposten.

We received a tip

which claimed that automatic weapons

and flamethrowers were used

during the sh**ting at the biker club.

What is the view of the administration

on the rules regarding arming the police?

Due to the active investigation,

we have no comment at this time.

But it must feel like a risk

to send out vulnerable, unarmed police…

[woman] That will conclude

our press conference. Thank you.

[Maya] …with so

many weapons in the street.

["Hand of God" by Nick Cave

& Warren Ellis playing]

And I'm going to the river

Where the current rushes by ♪

MISSING

CONTACT THE POLICE

I'm going to the river

Where the current rushes by ♪

I'm gonna swim to the middle

Where the water is real high ♪

Hand of God coming from thе sky… ♪

[Tom] Camilla Loen, what do we know?

We know that she was found

with a g*nsh*t wound in her shower,

and her finger was likely cut off

before she was m*rder*d.

-[Tom] Beate?

-[Beate] Nothing.

No fingerprints. No DNA.

Okay.

-Wulf?

-We've got nothing.

-["Hand of God" continues playing]

-Goin' way down low… ♪

m*rder INVESTIGATION CHIEF

POLICE HQ, 0190 OSLO

Let the river cast its spell ♪

On me ♪

Hand of God, hand of God, hand of God ♪

[darkly suspenseful song continues]

[phone ringing]

Dad, what's going on?

Uh-huh. No, I don't think so.

Don't be. No need to worry.

Singin' boy sitting on the bridge ♪

[song fading]

-[bartender] Hi.

-Hi.

A lager.

-One lager.

-[phone vibrating]

-Hi.

-Hey.

[Vibeke] You're here.

[vibrating continues]

-[vibrating stops]

-Thanks.

[softly] f*ck you, Harry.

[indistinct chatter]

[Bjarne] Okay.

-Did he answer?

-No.

Listen, let's agree that nobody

working the case discusses this

until we know how to proceed.

[ominous music playing]

[ominous music continues]

["Down by the Water" by PJ Harvey playing]

I lost my heart under the bridge ♪

♪ To that little girl ♪

♪ So much to me ♪

♪ And now I moan ♪

♪ And now I holler ♪

♪ She'll never know ♪

♪ Just what I found ♪

♪ That blue-eyed girl ♪

♪ She said, "No more" ♪

♪ And that blue-eyed girl ♪

♪ Became blue-eyed wh*re ♪

♪ Down by the water ♪

♪ I took her hand ♪

♪ Just like my daughter ♪

♪ Won't see her again ♪

[song continues]

[song fades]