01x05 - The Devil's Star

[bunniefuu]

[tense music building]

[Tom] Well, you should have

plenty of a*mo now.

You need anything else?

-[woman] Bodies.

-[Tom] Yeah?

I had to handle this drunk on my crew.

That's not your problem.

-[Tom] No, no.

-But there's a situation that is.

What's that?

I've heard a rumor

that the Dearpmis prick's been talking

to the police from the hospital.

[man moaning]

Oh. Well that can't be good.

Okay, good talk.

Thanks for letting me know.

[phone dialing]

-[Harry] Yeah?

-It's Tom.

We might have a big problem here.

[intriguing intro music playing]

[Ståle] The typical serial k*ller

is a man. He's Caucasian,

and between 24 and 40 years old.

He prefers to work alone,

but some serial K*llers

have been known to collaborate,

for example in pairs.

But in the case of mutilations

like this crime scene,

it's a clear indication

that the k*ller is working alone.

The first victim is picked

based on the environment.

He'll choose a place he knows well.

[doorbell rings]

Up here, fifth floor.

[Ståle] The classic example

of his first victim, is his own mother.

Serial K*llers are

often associated with rituals.

Lots of people think every m*rder*r

has one. But that's not true.

That said, if you encounter a ritual,

there's a good chance

a serial k*ller is behind it.

[eerie music playing]

We've come to the conclusion that

there are two types of serial K*llers.

The psychopathic and the sociopathic.

The psychopath can't hold down a job,

he has no career or real education.

And he usually has

an extensive criminal rap sheet,

and that makes him an easy suspect.

The sociopath seems

high-functioning, sensible, intelligent,

of sound mind,

Sure, but I mean,

we gotta catch him first.

Anything we can actually use?

Anything practical?

[Ståle] We'll get to that, Waaler.

K*llers need time.

'Cause their task is not easy.

A m*rder that takes place during the week

isn't the same as one that happens

during a long weekend or a major holiday.

Because the latter could suggest

that the k*ller has a full-time job.

Or that in turn might indicate

a sociopath committed the m*rder.

So when our guy kills someone

on summer vacation,

it would suggest he might have a job,

and he's a sociopath?

He could be.

-Is that practical enough, Waaler?

-Yeah.

I think it'd be more helpful if you kept

talking about this case specifically.

So far we have three victims.

Two victims.

Lisbeth Barli's still missing--

I'm sorry, but no,

there are three murders, I guarantee it.

And they were committed with a perfectly

equal amount of time between them.

The ritual of mutilating

and decorating the body like this.

The m*rder*r followed

that structure all three times.

That suggests that

we're in an early phase with control.

And the choice of target and location?

[chuckles] Interesting, very interesting.

Sorry, what's interesting?

The victims and locations

the k*ller's choosing

actually suggests the opposite.

Why is that?

The first victim, Camilla Loen,

was k*lled alone in her apartment.

He could pretty much get in and out again,

with very little risk

of being identified or caught.

The second m*rder,

he kidnaps Lisbeth Barli

in the middle of a busy street,

broad daylight,

he probably used a car with plates.

He's starting to take risks.

The third m*rder, he was just crazy.

I mean, the ladies' bathroom

in an office building?

The guy was lucky

he wasn't spotted and identified.

So what is your conclusion?

Well, we think it's most likely

a well-balanced sociopath,

but we have no idea

if he's about to go bananas

or if he has the ability

to control his urges.

What should we hope for?

In the first instance,

I think we'd be facing a m*ssacre…

but with a chance of apprehending him.

In the second, there'd be significant

breaks between murders

but catching him is much more difficult.

You're between a rock and a hard place.

Pick your poison, Detective.

Okay. Thank you, Ståle.

I suggest that we begin by…

interrogating everyone

we've talked to so far one at a time.

We're gonna have a lot of eyes on us,

even from the international community.

So you were at ABC Debt Collection

to talk about hearing A*DS, is that right?

My lawyer is getting up there in age,

so I needed a new one

to assess a certain agency contract.

Yeah, so you got in touch with lawyers

who specialize

in run of the mill debt collection?

I didn't realize that

until the meeting began.

We only got a few words in before…

the commotion happened.

So if you're trying to find a new lawyer,

I assume you've booked

some meetings with a few.

What names are on the list?

Most firms wouldn't do a consultation

'till summer vacation was over.

ABC Debt Collection

was much more accommodating.

Am I a suspect here, sir?

Yeah, everybody is.

Fair enough.

Is that an accent I hear?

Yeah, it could be, I…

I travel abroad so,

it could be that I guess.

Okay. Where do you travel?

Well, I have a little house in Thailand.

I go to Switzerland

to monitor our hearing aid producers.

But mostly I travel in Norway,

to medical centers, clinics

and institutions like that.

You have a wife or family?

Kindly take a little peek at the notes

your charming colleague Skarre

took the time to write

and you'll see for yourself that I don't.

I live alone with Truls.

Truls is a Shar Pei.

That's a dog.

Uhm… Great.

Would you mind telling me

about what happened?

Well, I think that your colleague Skarre--

Yeah, he wrote it down here,

I get it but now, tell me your story.

-[doorbell rings]

-[door opens]

-Hey.

-Hi. How can I help you?

I have a meeting

with Halle in a few minutes.

Those five floors are no joke…

I spoke to the receptionist, and--

Barbara Svendsen.

Barbara Svendsen,

I asked her for a glass of water,

and she went down the hallway.

-Yeah.

-Mmm.

She didn't come back,

so I went down the hallway

to look for Halle,

the lawyer I had an appointment with.

-Hi.

-Hi!

-I'm Clausen.

-Oh, Clausen! Hi!

Did you see anyone

except Barbara Svendsen walk in or out--

No!

There was no one,

just a few people who worked there.

Come on, I've already been over this.

I see that, but there's nothing saying

which specific employees you saw.

-Everybody's a suspect, right.

-[door opens]

Uh, I need the room, Harry.

Right, you can go.

-Thanks.

-Not you.

You can go. He'll be staying.

I'll be staying.

-You were saying?

-The cleaning lady came by.

But then she went off

further down the hallway.

-That part I'm familiar with.

-Yeah.

I also saw a guy in a suit…

Dressed nice.

He poured a little coffee.

After that he disappeared.

I didn't see where he went.

I assume he just went into his office.

Then, there was

the bike courier, of course.

-The bike courier?

-Yeah.

The bike courier walked out

before I went to look for Halle.

Technically, I guess he wasn't

one of their employees, but still,

it definitely looked like

he was there for work.

Now you're staring at me.

What'd he look like? Tall? Thin?

How the f*ck am I supposed to know that?

He was on his way out the door.

-He looked regular, like me, you know?

-Soft?

Soft?

-I'm pretty sure you can't call me soft.

-Stay here.

[dramatic music playing]

Can you make me a list of orders

to bike couriers on the day of the m*rder?

-Uh, I could have that pretty quick.

-But first, I need--

First, call every bike delivery company.

See if anyone in Oslo sent

a delivery or pick up to ABC.

-Alright, except you're not leading--

-Skarre. Do it.

Did this Clausen guy

give you a description?

[Harry] He was wearing a black shirt.

With bike shorts,

and shoes that made a clicking sound.

He wasn't sure about the height.

He was wearing sunglasses and a helmet,

but the most interesting thing is,

he was wearing a face mask.

That's how he got

into Camilla's apartment.

Of course, he just rang the bell.

Those messengers

are always masked on security cameras.

So he could've showed up

with flowers or an express package.

From Clausen arrived 'till he saw

the bike courier leave the reception,

was a total of four minutes.

You know, most couriers,

they drop their deliveries off

and leave right away.

Why would you spend

four minutes messing around?

Okay. I'll get people

to check for couriers

at the crime scenes

at the time of the murders.

Yeah. There's another thing

we have to think about.

If we should issue a warning

about random couriers.

-Okay, I'll talk to Møller.

-Okay.

Hey, Harry.

Great job. Really f*cking great.

Mm.

[Bach's "Toccata and Fugue"

playing on church organ]

[reporter] One person

has been confirmed dead

after the attack

on Dearpmis motorcycle club yesterday.

The use of automatic weapons

and a flamethrower

have got people on edge… [fades]

[organ music continues]

[organ music reaches cl*max]

Hello?

-Hello?

-[music stops]

-Can I help you, my son?

-Yeah.

I'm with the police.

Uh… what's with those…

star symbols on the door back there?

Uh… the pentagrams?

Mhm.

Why?

Is something wrong with it?

No, no, I'm just wondering

what exactly they mean?

[chuckles]

Pentagrams, my son,

are extremely old religious symbols.

First found on gravestones

more than a thousand years old.

Right, so it's a symbol

for something good?

Of course, ours is.

But…

when the pentagram is turned

upside down and the…

the points on the bottom are up…

then it becomes a sign that you're

entering the field of demonology.

Demons?

-Evil teachings void of wisdom.

-[eerie music playing]

The lead on the bike courier

at ABC gave us nothing?

Well, we put out notices

on social media, radio, TV.

Twenty-four tips so far.

Pretty much confirms what we already know.

You should hit up the press

that was outside ABC.

They might have footage

of him if he came back there.

You do know it's a myth that murderers

come back to the scene, right?

If it's a sociopathic serial k*ller

we're after,

then he'll view the investigation

as some sort of stimulating little game

he keeps playing with the police.

Right this way.

[Bjarne] What does

the Forensics team think?

We're chronically understaffed

and behind schedule.

That said, we've shelved some

current cases to prioritize these victims.

There's no semen, no traces of skin

or hair, and not a single drop of blood.

There's absolutely

no indication of sexual as*ault.

The only physical evidence left

by the perpetrator

is the b*llet wounds themselves.

-[Ståle] That's interesting.

-[Bjarne] What is?

[Harry] That there are

no signs of sexual as*ault here.

[Bjarne] I guess it's not about sex, then.

[Ståle] No, a serial k*ller's motive

always relates to sex somehow. Always.

[Harry] Maybe we've got

a voyeur on our hands.

-He likes to watch.

-[Ståle] Good point, Harry.

It's possible that he may not need

to touch her to be sexually satisfied.

Maybe the act of k*lling itself

or the sight

of his victim's corpse is enough.

[Beate] What about Lisbeth Barli?

[woman] Well, we've examined

her severed finger,

and what we can tell you at this point

is that the surface and direction

of the cuts strongly suggest

that the same knife or tool

was used in all three cases.

What about the weapons

at the crime scenes?

The tests confirm that they were

instrumental in the murders,

but the serial numbers have been removed.

Same metal file marks

as most of the g*ns we confiscated.

That's a bad sign.

Oslo's got more g*ns than ever.

It's turning into Montana.

AFTENPOSTEN

Maya, where are we with the Barli case?

The article reads Toya Harang will

take over for her sister in Pygmalion.

It should be ready for print before lunch.

Okay. You have any quotes?

Willy Barli:

"'The show must go on'

is more than a tired cliché.

Our business is vital and important,

and I know Lisbeth will be with us

in spirit no matter what.

"Obviously the circumstances

are difficult,

but we'll try to turn our sadness

into something positive."

"So this play is dedicated to Lisbeth."

Okay. I like the feel-good angle,

that balances some of our darker elements.

Everyone else.

The bike courier k*ller is top priority,

you can put off any other stories.

[somber music playing]

[phone ringing]

-Hey.

-[Rakel] Hi.

How've you been?

Just working.

Yeah, well… me too.

So uh…

Uh…

I wanted to remind yo

about the Frogner Baths.

You said you'd take Oleg tomorrow.

Yeah, of course.

I've got my swim trunks ready.

I don't think I've seen you

in swim trunks.

What do they look like?

They're just sorta dark. But there's…

-Hole, I sent you something.

-Some kinda label with a brand.

Right. That's a pair

of boxers I bought you.

Yeah, they're fine for swimming. What?

-Sent you an email…

-Okay… um…

-Listen, I'm sorry but I gotta go.

-Okay.

-Okay. Bye.

-[singing mockingly]

[chuckles] Seen that email I sent you?

The photos from the crime scenes, thanks.

Maya Ek from Aftenposten sent those.

Sounds like she wants me to do a…

an interview or a profile,

I guess, in return.

It's good for the department to get a…

facelift.

-So, there.

-Yeah.

-Thanks.

-Mhm.

[dramatic music playing]

CAMILLA LOEN APARTMEN

[music intensifies]

Hey, do we still have

the keys for Camilla Loen's apartment?

Bjørn Holm might.

[door opens]

Thanks for coming so last minute.

What do you want?

I wanted to give you a warning.

Odin and Dearpmis keep telling me

that they can't afford to pay

for the weapons shipments.

They're saying it's because

you've cornered the market.

So…

They're planning

to put a b*llet in your head.

Why are you telling me?

Because you pay

and I'd rather have paying clients.

They say anything about where or when?

Could be anytime.

Right now, they're at Aker Hospital.

[tense music building]

[tense music continues]

[faint voices whispering in Harry's head]

-[whispering ends abruptly]

-[water rippling softly]

[birds tweeting]

[chuckles]

Feel her.

[tense music building]

It's okay.

-[man] The f*ck are you doing here?

-[gasps]

[Harry clears throat]

I'm working.

[groans softly]

[Anders] You're working?

Yeah, I thought I locked the deadbolt,

I guess that I must've…

[Vibeke] Anders?

Yeah, you locked it.

But I have a spare key just in case.

It's the janitor's.

Hey, you're awake.

You forget to take your sleeping pill?

Your husband heard

a racket up there and assumed it was

a break-in at Camilla Loen's, but it was…

Don't.

You should really get to sleep.

Good night.

-[Anders] What is it now?

-[Vibeke] Stop… Why are you wearing that?

[Anders] Enough. Just go to bed.

I apologize, Detective. You want coffee?

Uh… sure, thanks.

[clears throat]

So your wife takes sleeping pills?

Uhm… Heroin.

Kidding. Zopitin. It's…

I can buy it over the counter,

abroad anyway.

Kills two birds with one stone,

because it's for anxiety too.

Huh.

-You're both on Zopitin?

-No.

I'm not.

Yeah, anxiety is born

out of being unchained,

and I'd rather hold onto that freedom.

If you can manage your own anxiety,

it allows you to have

full control of your life.

You should read Heidegger. You'd like him.

So you don't have anxiety?

-I have anxiety.

-Oh, you do?

Oh, yeah.

You have anxiety. [chuckles]

Yeah.

But this m*rder*r, he doesn't.

Really?

And why is that?

We have the burden of choices.

Decisions.

A m*rder*r doesn't have that.

Oh? Why not?

Well, he's an instrument, his life …

has a sense of direction.

He's not confused like you and me. He…

He's anchored to a goal,

so he has no issue sleeping.

So what's this guy's goal in life then?

Isn't it obvious by now?

The women were all…

promiscuous.

Is that right?

Barbara Svendsen slept

with one guy after another.

[Hole swallows]

Lisbeth Barli's married now but she has

a reputation before that for being…

a real wh*re.

Hm. And what about…

Camilla Loen?

Wasn't exactly free from sin either.

So his purpose as a k*ller is to be some--

To act as God's instrument.

Hebrews, Chapter thirteen, verse four.

"The Lord condemns

the libertine and adulterer."

Yeah.

I've heard that.

Noted. I'm on it.

Hebrews.

And I won't forget about…

Heidegger.

Thanks for the coffee.

Uhm, and by the way,

as a seller of church adornments…

Uhm…

What could it mean if a person

were to carve a pentagram icon?

I'm not following, where did you see that?

It was on a beam upstairs,

it was over her bed.

-Oh, yeah?

-Uh-huh.

-Well, it could be a devil's star.

-Is that…?

Pagans would paint stars

over their beds and doorways,

they wanted to keep mares from entering.

-Mares?

-Yeah, as in "nightmare."

A demon, or female spirit who was said

to hover over you at night

when you were dreaming to make sure

your dreams would become nightmares.

-Right.

-From the Indo-Germanic, "mer."

I've let my Indo-Germanic vocabulary

slip lately.

Right, it means "death."

Or m*rder.

[eerie music playing]

[distorted male voice]

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am the form you hoped didn't exist.

I am the one who crawls out

from underneath the bed

when you've fallen asleep.

The one who sits on your chest.

Puts the bit in your mouth and rides you.

Rides you all the way to Hell.

I am the form you hoped didn't exist.

-Enough.

-I am the one who cr--

Yeah, so, this is for us.

He wants to get our attention.

He wants our admiration.

But at the same time,

he doesn't give us anything solid.

Could you clear up the sound?

I mean, normally I'd be using AI

to remove all the distortion

and pitch editing,

but this guy's using

sophisticated voice scrambling

not to mention adversarial audio,

it's insane.

You have no idea how hard this is to do.

Can you make it clearer?

I'd be easier to break

into the Pentagon, bro.

Right, Holm, what do you got?

Well, you can buy these cassette tapes

practically anywhere online, so…

But we have a dialect expert who claims

that while his accent is inconsistent,

the speaker's got

a pretty distinctly Swedish sound

so it could mean our k*ller's from Sweden

but he hasn't lived there for a while.

Mm.

-Any fingerprints?

-Yeah, we got some, but they're yours, so…

Yeah, okay.

What about the downstairs neighbor,

did we find his prints at Loen's?

Yeah, on the inside of the door,

but he did go in there with the janitor,

-which makes sense, so…

-Yeah, alright.

Would you mind briefing everybody?

I gotta go to a meeting.

Hey, Harry, how'd you know the tape

would have something like this on it?

An old cassette in the apartment

of a girl who was born after 2000.

If I was sober,

I would've seen it the first time around.

Someone should fire me.

Gonna wimp out and climb down?

[eerie music playing]

The police and other authorities

are under growing pressure

from a public

that feels increasingly unsafe.

According to a recent Gallop poll,

four out of five citizens think

that the police should carry firearms.

Turn this off, will ya?

After this incident--

You didn't have anyone in here

when Barbara Svendsen was m*rder*d?

You sure about that?

A bike courier, for example?

Yeah, like I said, I didn't really have

any customers in here all day.

A bike courier… you know what?

Actually, there was

a guy standing over there…

wearing delivery gear. Yeah.

But he took off right away,

so I just assumed he left after

he realized it was the wrong address.

-Yeah. Just keep your hands off this.

-Sure.

[Harry] Beate?

-Hey.

-Look at this.

-Hi.

-Hey.

It looks like we might have

a fingerprint right there.

Give me five.

Could you describe the bike courier?

Well, you never really look

at their faces, right?

Try for me.

Look, I…

This guy was in here for a split second,

and I was behind the counter.

If he'd asked me for help,

I'd be able to describe the guy.

Harry, I better go.

-Yeah, but we have--

-We said…

sh*t.

-Beate, call me if you find anything.

-Yep.

[heavy metal music playing]

Check.

-Mate.

-Ahh… come on!

[phone vibrating]

Yeah, hello?

[man] There's a guy here

who used to be in Korps.

He told me privately

that Attila wants revenge

for the thing with the flamethrower.

[heavy metal music playing]

We're gonna need more muscle.

Everyone's at the event in Göteborg.

They know it, that's why they're coming.

["I Wanna Be Sedated"

by The Ramones playing]

Twenty-twenty-twenty four hours to go ♪

I wanna be sedated ♪

Nothin' to do and nowhere to go ♪

I wanna be sedated ♪

-[phone ringing]

-[mumbling]

[music fades]

Talk to me.

[man] Am I speaking to Hole?

So did I get approved for the loan?

Yeah, that's why I called.

-Nah, I'm hanging up now.

-I can tell you a name, okay?

The guy who's running weapons

to the major gangs in Oslo.

Yeah, it's me,

we spoke at the hospital earlier.

You need to get over here, and bring

lots of cops with shitload of weapons.

Why's that?

Hey, it's me again.

Every damn junkie in Korps

is on their way here.

Someone told them

that we're at the hospital.

And how do I know

you're not gonna ambush us?

That's a chance

you'd be stupid not to take.

If you want names.

Because if we die today,

that information dies with us.

[intense music playing]

Yeah, Hole?

Hey, Wulf.

I'm under the g*n here,

I need you to get a hold of Delta.

Korps are on their way to take out

a couple Dearpmis guys at Aker Hospital.

-Room 505. Got it?

-I'm on it.

Are you gonna sh**t someone?

Nah, it's tempting,

but I don't have a weapon.

Why not?

Because this isn't

an American action movie.

Here, police keep their weapons locked up

in their cop cars. This isn't a cop car.

-So there won't be any action?

-The SWAT team has plenty of weapons.

Sounds like we should hurry then.

Yeah, I'm on it.

-[upbeat music playing]

-Nice!

[music fades]

-Hey.

-Hey, you.

You made it home.

I was worried you'd miss dinner.

-You have fun today?

-Could've been even better.

["Amphetamine" by Steve Wynn playing]

On the seventh hour of the seventh day ♪

The seventh son was looking

For a seventh-stage getaway ♪

The word came down… ♪

[engine roars]

You got one chance, baby

You'd better do it right ♪

I was driving down… ♪

-[sirens blaring]

-…on the 101 ♪

It was late at night and I was thinking

'Bout the things that I'd done ♪

-Isn't that the hospital?

-This is Aker.

We're going to Ullevål.

…all of my fears ♪

I was slipping the car

From gear to gear to gear ♪

We're moving you. Let's go.

Man, I really got going ♪

I started picking up speed ♪

I hit 135… ♪

Hey, out of the way!

sh*t.

Move. Prick!

f*ck' hell!

I let go of the wheel… ♪

-You can't move a patient!

-I don't care!

Jesus Christ!

[calm elevator music playing]

[upbeat music continues]

[elevator dings]

[music distorts]

[eerie dramatic whispering]

Yeah, one of our guys is dead,

the other's in a coma,

but doctor says he's gonna be gone soon.

-Wulf is sure you said Ullevål Hospital.

-Is that right?

But we probably

wouldn't have gotten there in time.

So how did it feel?

Showing up like that with no weapon,

you're a cop letting

a whole g*ng just walk by.

How about if I agree to come

on board on that project of yours?

You'd work by yourself for a time.

Without asking any questions.

You'd have to burn some bridges.

Sure.

I have to break a few laws, so you'll have

something on me if I betray you?

Mm.

Well…

How long do I have to make up my mind?

Forty-eight hours, no more.

[phone ringing]

Yeah, talk to me.

[Beate] About the fingerprint

on the TV screen.

It's not in our database,

but we were able to find a match.

Camilla Loen's neighbor?

No, it's not him,

it matches another print in the apartment.

Right.

That was Beate Lønn.

Looks like we got

our serial k*ller's fingerprint.

Okay, come on!

[distorted voice] I'm on my way, Mother.

I'm on my way back.

Back to my womb.

There, I will take my knife

and cut my way through.

[humming softly]

-[woman] I got the rent paid yesterday.

-[woman 2] Don't worry about that, dear.

Well, I did have some help.

Yes, I did see you've had some visits

from a certain somebody lately.

I noticed he had a dog with him too.

Is that right?

Yeah. I can't wait for you to meet him.

-Great.

-But I should warn you.

-He's different.

-Hmm!

He's… he's old-fashioned.

And he wants to wait to…

-Really?

-Well, you know.

Yeah, I guess he's serious.

I got a gift from him.

[tense music playing]

He said that I'm not allowed to open it

until our engagement's official.

But he said whatever's in here

will last forever.

[phone dialing]

[man] Yeah, Prince.

One of the gangs is taken care of,

and I think we have a new member.

Good.

["The Pressure" by Rachel Fannan playing]

[music fades]