Christmas Blood (2017)

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KONGSVINGER 24 DECEMBER 2011

Bloody child!

Ingvild! Vibeke, come and see
what your daughter has done!

Ingvild! What have you been doing...?

Ingvild?

Ingvild?

Where are you?

Vibeke?

Hello!

Hide and seek
in the middle of the night...

Hello?

Hello!

Bloody hell! I'm very annoyed
that you are f*cking with me now.

h* h* h*...

Bloody hell, you frightened me!

Who the hell would do
anything like this?

Get away!

What are you doing?

CHRISTMAS BLOOD

CHRISTMAS EVE 1998
STAVANGER

6 FOUND k*lled IN AN APARTMENT

A LIST IS FOUND
IN THE MOUTH OF ONE OF THE VICTIMS

A LIST OF VICTIMS

THERE ARE 324 NAMES
ON THE LIST

OF MEN AND WOMEN
FROM LINDESNES TO NORTH CAPE

THE POLICE FIND NO CONNECTION
BETWEEN THE PEOPLE ON THE LIST

BUT ALL HAVE BEEN MENTIONED
IN THE MEDIA FOR BREAKING THE LAW

CHRISTMAS EVE 1999
BERGEN

5 PEOPLE FOUND m*rder*d
IN A DETACHED HOUSE

ONCE AGAIN,
PEOPLE FROM THE LIST

121 PEOPLE ARE m*rder*d

IN 13 DIFFERENT TOWNS
AND VILLAGES

UNTIL CHRISTMAS 2011

WHEN DETECTIVE THOMAS RASCH
SHOOTS THE NOTORIOUS k*ller

IN SOME INEXPLICABLE WAY
THE SANTA SURVIVES

AND HE IS LOCKED UP
AT A SECRET ADDRESS

CHRISTMAS EVE 2016

THE POLICE IS INFORMED
THAT SANTA HAS ESCAPED

OSLO CIRCUIT PRISON 22 DECEMBER 2016

MERRY CHRISTMAS

- 2176 days.
- Sorry?

He sat there for 2176 days
staring into the wall.

- Are you Hansen?
- Yes.

Terje Hansen, CID.

It's crucial this doesn't get out.

You've been responsible the five years
he's been here. What can you tell us?

He didn't like being locked up.
Got very aggressive around Christmas.

- Was he violent?
- He attacked the staff.

Did he have any interests, routines,
anything that he enjoyed?

Porridge.
It was the only thing he would eat.

- Porridge?
- Cliché?

- I don't envy you.
- What do you mean?

You'll have to get in his head.

ALTA AIRPORT

- Who the hell would live here?
- I like it here.

- It is so f*cking cold!
- Why didn't you bring any warm clothes?

- Want a lolly, little girl?
- Annika, you f*cking bogan!

How's my cake?

Man, I'm buggered.
I can never sleep on those freakin' planes.

Tell that to Miss Dreamy,
who groaned from Oslo to Alta.

Give it a rest!

- She had an orgasm the whole way.
- I didn't!

Hard work sitting next to her.

- Should we tell her?
- Tell me what?

In the butt.

Come on. I'm too tired for this sh*t.
Just tell me already.

We're going on a bus for four hours.

f*ck!

- Is it this dark all the time?
- Yes, it's dark all day now.

Far out!

Are you still surfing?

It's really busy. All these hot,
Scandi boys coming for winter.

A good reason to scrub up
on my Norwegian.

Yeah!

"I eat eggs! Very good!"

No.

Ritika.

It's important that we give Julie
a lot of support.

- What happened?
- She didn't say. Her mother struggled.

- She hanged herself in the shower.
- In the house where we're staying?

Yes, but let's not talk about it.

I don't want to live with ghosts.

As you probably know
psychopathy consists-

- of a mixture of narcissistic,
anti-social and...

...emotionally unstable
characteristics.

A psychopath is not capable
of feeling remorse,

empathy or sympathy for others.

A psychopath will be able
to read his victims' emotions

until he turns this
to his own advantage.

They are run by impulses.

You could say that all notorious
serial K*llers were psychopaths.

Within our current diagnostic system-

- I would say that he suffers from
a dysfunctional personality disorder.

However, it isn't quite accurate.

- So, what is he?
- Through my years as a psychiatrist

I have been taught that people
like him do not exist.

He should not exist.
He's the manifestation of pure evil.

Terje... You haven't been
sleeping well lately, have you?

- Just a bit of Christmas stress.
- Well...

This is very unusual,
and I very rarely do this, but...

This is Stilnoct.
There are two pills in this jar.

Two pills should do the job.

How nice!

We'd better get there soon
or I'm taking a bed in this hotel.

The GPS thinks it's here.

Maybe you should just call her.

Can you see any street names?

Boo!

I can't believe you're all here!

Oh my God, it's so good to see you.

Hey Julia, turn on your phone
once in a while.

Never!

Thank you. It's warm.

I don't want a drink. I'm too tired.

Seriously?

We should celebrate. It's been
six years since we were together.

I really miss Sydney.

CHRISTMAS BLOOD

-Forensics.
- Have you been through the list?

84 names on the list
were victims last year.

14 are still alive,
and two died while he was in custody.

-One was called Britt Elin Buljo.
- What did she die of?

-She k*lled herself.
- Suicide?

Lucky b*stard.

The other person is Tore Reks,
who died in a road traffic accident.

Okay...

- When did they die?
-Let's see...

He died in 2012.
She died two weeks ago.

Let's check their addresses.

Okay. You'll hear from us.

Can you get me a Mack ol?

- Mack-ol.
- Does anyone want anything?

- No.
- Boring, boring, boring.

- Do you want to play cards?
- Yes. Idiot?

No. Poker.

Aw! Mum knows best.

You f*cking c**t!
I thought I was going to die!

f*cking hell!
I nearly had kittens!

- I said the mask would frighten them.
- Elisabeth!

I didn't think you could make it!

I've missed you!

- Good night.
- Night night.

I forgot to brush my teeth.

OSLO 24 DECEMBER 2003

Do you have to be so f*cking noisy
when you eat?

- What's in the bag?
- A present.

Have you got a f*ck friend?

I hope it's more than that.

A special man?

Calling all units.
Any patrols near Sankthanshaugen?

We'll have to take it.

This is 231. We'll deal with it.

A woman has reported noise
in the flat above hers.

She saw a man wearing a Santa costume
near the lift.

He was banging his head against
the wall.

The woman seemed hysterical.

- Okay?
- It seems calm.

- I'll check it out.
- I'll report in.

Enjoy your crisps.

This is 231.

Jostein? Jostein!

Jostein?

sh*t! sh*t!

Bloody hell!

This is 231. Man down! Help me!

Come in, 231. Over.

HONNINGSVAG 23 DECEMBER 2016

- Is Ritika still asleep?
- Ritika can sleep for days.

She always overslept when at school.

What the hell?!

- Who?
- Not mine, mate.

- Is it Ritika?
- Don't look at me.

Hey! Was it you?

I feel a bit singled out
when you attack me like this.

- Is it because I'm black?
- Don't!

Answer me. Ask the white ones.

Not again! I mean it.

- Bloody bimbo.
- It's because you're Swedish.

A good morning. I need a cig.

- A little hashish?
- Goody Two-Shoes!

Check who's here!

Katja?

Hi! Finally!

- So good to see you!
- And you.

- Are you okay?
- Yes.

- Have you been crying?
- No. Everything is hunky dory.

- Hi. Julia.
- Christian.

- Have you eaten?
- No.

- It's ready.
- Hi!

Hi, Ritika.

Hey.

- How do you know her?
- I filmed a music video she was in.

And then we met at Lorry's.

It's cruel.

He's been thorough.

You'd better get some sleep.

- Hansen.
-This is control.

Just to let you know that the media
has heard that the case is opened.

Did you find anything?

The house is empty, but I have heard
that her daughter is there.

-We haven't spoken to her yet.
- What about Tore Reks?

Will you give me a bag?

- Are you okay?
- Bloody hell!

He's such an a*s. On Facebook
all the time, clicking on...

I'm sorry. You're the one
who's having a hard time.

Julia...

- Move!
- Couldn't you just be like...?

Are there any more bags?

Do you know the cause of death?

Yes, it is probably caused
by a blunt object to the spine.

Aorta has been severed.
She died from circulatory shock.

She bled to death,
to put it bluntly.

The b*llet that penetrated the thorax
has completely crushed the bone.

See here.

So this is...
This is g*nsh*t wounds?

The entrance wounds from two of the
b*ll*ts are medial to the shoulder.

It was the fall that caused her death.

Due to the degree of rigor mortis,
and her body temperature...

I can safely say... almost safely say-

- that this women died yesterday
between 19:00 and 20:00.

I think...

I think this is the wrong case.

I'll send someone else.

- Yes?
-Was it Santa?

- No, he wasn't involved in this one.
-Okay.

I'll be back in an hour. By the way,
have you found anything on Rasch?

No, but his post is delivered
to an address registered to a woman.

Okay.

Yes, yes.

- f*ck. There are some hunks here.
- Are you on Tinder?

Oh my God.
We've exhausted our matches.

Why did your mum k*ll herself?

Ritika...

I'm just curious.
I didn't mean it like that.

- She ran over a child.
- Did the child die?

You probably remember
the last year at school.

I was traveling back and forth...

Mum got cancer.

- She started drinking.
- Was she drunk when she hit the kid?

I never recognized her after that.

- Is that why you left Australia?
- Why didn't you say anything?

Let's talk about something else.

Well? Did the child die?

I didn't think Thomas Rasch
would have Christmas decorations.

Who the hell are you?

Terje Hansen, CID.
Have you had a tough day?

You weren't easy to find.

Your flat is in some lady's name.
Solveig.

The best woman I have ever met.

Many people in the office
have huge respect for your work.

You're a hero to many.

I've got your job. Come and sit down.
I want to show you something.

- Hey! Take it easy!
- Easy?

He didn't die when you shot him.

He's been in Ila Prison since 2009.

- What the hell are you talking about?
- "Christmas Blood".

He escaped two days ago.

It's Christmas Eve in two hours.
You know what that means.

- How did you get him?
- It was a coincidence.

You hunted him for 13 years
over the whole country.

You have to help me.

I think you'd better leave now.

You're tripping.
Don't you see that I need you?

Fat makeup, Birgitte.

He f*ck anything that can walk.

- That's still just one.
- I'm having a beer.

- Does anyone else want one?
- Who else?

- You're not innocent, Rikita.
- What are you talking about?

What's going on?

Am I the only one who doesn't know?

What?
Did you f*ck Christian?

- My Christian?
- It was before you got together.

You're unbelievable!
Did you f*ck that wh*re?

- Is she okay?
- She's not feeling great.

I'll go and see her.

- Don't be horrible to her.
- No!

Right! Calm down a bit, Julia.
You're acting a bit psycho.

Hey look! It's midnight.
Good m*therf*cking Yule, b*tches!

SANTA CLAUS

It's time.

Yes! Hello! Okay.

I see. Fine. Bye.

f*ck! f*cking Santa f*ck! c**t!

- What's the matter?
- Sorry. I'm just so bloody fed up.

- Maybe you should get some sleep.
- Why does everyone talk about sleep?

It's Christmas Eve. I can't sleep now.

- What?
- You remind me of someone.

Don't even say it.

Thomas Rasch used the same words.
You should see him now.

- I know. I saw him today.
- How is he?

Apart from the alcohol and the shotgun
to my head it was f*cking great.

I'm going to bed.

Okay.

It was just an overdose.

You see how cruel the world is
at Christmas.

I'll check if forensics
have the addresses of the deceased.

GOOD/NAUGHTY
BOYS -GIRLS

Where are you?

He'll let you know soon enough.

Are you sober?

How did you manage to sit and wait?

- Can't sleep at night?
- They've made a mistake.

Hi, Thomas!
I haven't seen you for ages!

- What mistake?
- You've got a long beard.

What mistake?

The guy they registered as dead...
It was a mistake.

Tore Reks is alive.

- In Oslo?
- I'll go with you.

Out of the question.

Are you stealing
from mummy's cupboard again?

Come on!

- You're paying your respect.
- f*ck off!

You are wicked.

You heard her. Who's the wh*re?

I'd be pretty pissed off
if my boyfriend shagged my friend.

Oh yeah boy yeah!

Feels good, mate!

Would you rather go down on your grandma
or punch a baby in the face?

f*ck me good!

What's the matter?

Get that chocolate gelati a*s out
of my face or I'll f*cking bite it!

Want a lick?

You're as wild as I remember.

Do you miss Katja now?

Look here!

Police! We have been trying
to get hold of you all day.

You d*ck! Are you f*cking
my friend while I'm upstairs?

No, no...

You b*stard!

Lie down! Ouch! f*ck!

Calm down!

Get away!

Calm down!

- What's happening?
- He's f*cking the wh*re in front of me!

- Don't call me a wh*re!
- What?

Oh, I'm so sorry! My dear friend,
what was it like to f*ck my boyfriend?

- Do you really want to know?
- I'm sorry, Katja.

- There was something in the cigarette.
- The cigarette?

Bloody hell! Hey, you!
You're out!

You were warned! You don't bring dope
into my mum's house!

You can't just throw me out
in the middle of the night!

- At least give me the car keys.
- Just go!

You're not serious!

- We can't leave them outside all night.
- He's not coming in!

False alarm.

- Sorry, you're on your phone?
- Phone?

- What's happened?
- I walked into a door.

Okay.

We need to get hold of Julia Buljo.
Santa doesn't know her mum is dead.

Are you cold?

You'll freeze to death.

I'll be all right.

Um...

How cold is it, did you say?

It was minus 32 degrees Celsius.

Thanks!

There is a hotel over there.

Let's go there.

- What a f*cking c**t!
- They will calm down by tomorrow.

- I don't care.
- I think your weed is still working.

- In case they come back.
- They are not coming in!

She's right.
Ritika is the strongest of us all.

She's managed on her own all her life.

Isn't it incredible that there is
no one here? Listen! Hello!

Just the two of us wandering about
in some kind of ghost town.

- Any more of that week?
- No.

- Your girlfriend is probably smoking it.
- I understand her.

Considering what the day has been like.
I can't even mention it.

Shh!

Shh!

Did you hear that?

- It's probably just cows.
- There are no cows here!

Reindeer?

Look, Ritika!
It's just Father Christmas!

In the middle of the night?
Are you stupid?

You're just an idiot.
Yes, an idiot. f*ck it.

- Wait!
- How far do we have to walk?

I think we have to go up there,
and then around the corner...

Ritika!

Ritika?

Ritika?

- You're happy?
- Yes. Why shouldn't I be?

- Have you spoken to Christian?
- His mobile is upstairs.

- I'm sure he's okay.
- It's Christmas Eve!

Let them regret it.

Something smells f*cking awesome!

Well, well, well! Who's this?

- Still alive?
- I was about to ask you.

- Give me an update.
- There's not much to say.

We have a patrol at every address.

Oh, yes! We have a Julia Buljo.
Can't get hold of her.

- She's not answering her phone.
- She's Sami.

- Where are we?
- We are far north. In Honningsvåg.

Mageroya.

- The police there have been informed.
- So we will be too?

- We're talking minutes.
- Bloody hell, I have to puke.

Okay ladies, it's about time we
kicked off proceedings with

a little bit of a trip
down memory lane. Here.

Oh yes!

Do you remember
when we had this in Australia?

- Yes!
- Okay, one.

For old times. Come on.

Okay. We have come here
after such a long time for Julia.

Ready? One, two, three, cheers!

Ohh, yes!

Oh that's good.

Come on. Drink up. Go, go!

This is a breaking news story:
We've heard that the serial ki...

Why so serious?

- sh*t! It's just massive!
- Man, you are like Master Chef.

Hey! Guess what?

I just got a message from a Tinder guy
who says he's coming over.

Hi. It's Gunnar. It's completely dead.

No.

I'm freezing my d*ck off here!

I'll come back to the station.

There's Ritika, Annika, Elisabeth
and Sanne. They are not answering.

We sent a patrol there,
but they said the house looks dead.

Now they don't reply either.

What are you doing?

Don't you see?

Don't you see it?

It's a Christmas tree!
A Christmas tree!

And here's the star.

It's a bloody Christmas tree.
Can't you see?

Can't you see the star? Come on.

Come on!

Come!

Yuck! All that bacteria!

The liquor will clean it.
Look here.

If you can just see the coin,
it's perfect.

- Quite some pictures you put on Tinder.
- We had to liven up Christmas a bit.

Doesn't your brother speak?

He just needs a bit more moonshine.

Sign language is quite sexy.

Not if you know what it means.
She's happy she's not from here.

You need to drink as much as possible
in one sip.

She'll soon be a native.

And you.

He's there.

How can you be so certain?

Now, I've never...

- Let go of that in your hand!
- d*ck!

Look what you made me do!

- Keep your d*ck in place.
- Not easy with those babes.

- Will you be getting your leg over?
- I don't think they're very willing.

Of course they are! I can promise you
we'll be shagging tonight.

- The blond one, maybe.
- She's right fit! Just go for it.

She looks like a f*cking horny reindeer.
Wouldn't f*ck her with your d*ck even.

- You have her.
- Yeah, I'll f*ck her.

So, you're from the south?
Do you know Arne Kolstad?

No.

Are you sure?
He moved about ten years ago.

Is it just me
or did it get a bit moist here?

No, it's just you, mate.

- Crocodile Dundee?
- Crocodile Dundee?

He's my dad.

- What?
- Douchebag says "what".

- What?
- Thought so.

You don't speak much.

It's good to know.

What? No one?

- Can't get a car. No one at work.
- We're in Finnmark.

It's as if everything is completely...

Dead.

You just made it for Christmas.

She's moaning like a maniac.

Good girl!

Hey! You know what they say.
It's the quiet ones you have to watch.

Are you so horny, honey?

Quiet! They might hear us.

Help!

- What the f*ck was that?
- That's my brother.

How do you manage to stay so calm?

How does he choose his victims?

Evil will drive out evil.

Do you like it? Do you like it?!

Say it!

I'm sorry.

I forgot that you don't speak.

Just make some sound. I don't mind
if it sounds like a ret*rd.

What kind of sign language was that?

- I'm worried about Christian.
- Should I ring the police?

Use mine.

Is Sanne okay?

Hey. Is everything okay?
Have the boys gone?

Hi. This is Julia Buljo.

I wanted to know if you'd heard
from our friends, Ritika and Christian.

Julia?

That felt like a tremor.

- It came from upstairs.
- Put me through, then.

Have you heard from our friends?

What the hell?
There is something here.

Hello! Is anyone here?

Don't you answer the phone?

Of course. Don't you?

- Do you have a car we could use?
- No, Gunnar has it.

- Who the hell is Gunnar?
- The one who's driving the car.

- There was a man here.
- What do you mean?

A man on the floor.

Okay, you've got to stop
messing around. It's not f*cking funny.

I'm not! There was a man there!
He had lots of blood on his legs.

Shh!

Shh

My mum died a month ago.

Is he here?

Sanne?

Sanne?

Sanne?

Oh my God...

Hey!

You will never believe me.

Do you remember the serial k*ller...

What are you guys doing?

Elisabeth!

Elisabeth!

What the f*ck!

What the hell is going on?

Sanne...

h*, h*, h*...

- Have you been good girls?
- Run!

He's not here.

Here.

Are you okay?

She's had it.

It's dead!

Be quiet!

Be quiet! Be quiet!

- What the hell?
- It's better this way.

Katja!

Where is he?