Previously on Svartsjön...
All this belongs to the property. If we buy it, we'll get all of this.
- How long has the place been closed? - It was never open to the public.
- Did you know the vendor's dead? - The owner's dead.
The vendor is a sister in France.
I heard noises last night.
- Do you know what's there? - I never heard them.
So what do we do?
You think this is a whittling knife?
Take the knife, I said. You think you're so fucking tough!
There's something wrong with Jessan's eye.
I dreamt someone was trying to suffocate me.
- Use the drops three times a day. - Mine was gone in a day.
- We're getting married! - God, that's great.
Are you having nightmares again?
Are you remembering to take your pills?
I asked Dag about what happened up here. I think a whole family died.
My body's just telling me that this is a bad place.
- Let's put one by the cellar door. - We'll see who comes and goes.
Johan? Johan! Hey! The cellar door's open.
I've been out by the cellar door. It's open. Come on!
It was open before. It opened. It did.
BLACK LAKE
Hi. Put your shoes on, I need you to come with us.
- Why? - I want you to open the cellar door.
- There's a racket coming from it. - A racket? From the cellar?
There's no one in the cellar. There's been no one there for years.
Not even me. I don't even have a key.
Maybe I can borrow your key ring and check it out for myself?
Are you calling me a liar? In that case you can go.
Are you looking for a fight, you fucking Swedish horse dick?
- Johan... - Is that what you want? Is it?
Horse dick? Fucking tosser.
I guess someone was coming up from the cellar...
...heard you, hesitated and shut the door.
It's that fucking Erkki, I promise you.
Shit, I've got to catch him red-handed.
There was something else too. I heard crying.
It could be wind, it could be Jessan.
It could even be Frank. There's no one sitting in the cellar shouting.
- Can't you turn out the light? - No, I want it on.
- Good night. - Good night.
- How about joining the skiing team? - Shit, this is the pits.
- Hi. - Hi.
- How's it going? - It's going great.
- Do you want something to drink? - Yes!
Cheers.
- I'll try not to spill any. - Thanks.
That's so good.
- I'd like to ask you something. - Go ahead.
That family that died... Does anyone know more about it?
I don't know much about it to be honest. But I can ask around.
- Can you? - Sure.
- Cool. - No problem.
- Video surveillance? - Frank and Johan put cameras up.
- Where have they put them up? - In the corridor, I think.
- Anywhere else? - In the shower, I think.
Ha, ha. Hilarious.
- See any Norwegians? - No.
There's not much we can do. Let's check later.
Listen. How are you, really?
What?
Hanne had a little brother... called Jakob.
When she was twelve and he was ten...
...he died in a boating accident. He drowned.
Hanne's never got over it.
She has nightmares and can't sleep at night.
She's on medication, and that calms her down. But it's not all good.
The drugs dampen all her emotions, you know?
So...
Well, everyone's got their own thing I guess.
I don't know why, but Jessan isn't so healthy either if that's any comfort.
- Yeah, I can tell. - You've got no idea!
I have a fucking good idea!
She almost bit my finger off yesterday.
- But that's illegal! - We're both into it.
- Are you? - A hundred percent.
- Did she tell you to say that? - No.
Johan speaking.
Hanne?
It's simple. "Survival of the fittest". The strongest wins.
It's true of both animals and humans.
Okay, but "Survival of the fittest" means "fittest" not "strongest".
For example, they've studied wolf packs.
They expected the strongest and wildest cub to be the alpha.
But no. It's the cub that sits in the corner watching the others,
finding out their strengths and weaknesses. That's the alpha.
It makes me think of all the refugees coming here now.
It's the strongest and most resourceful that make it.
- We should welcome that. - Or the luckiest.
Either way, we have to receive them as part of our pack.
If we don't, it doesn't matter if they're strong or lucky.
We're genetically programmed to travel in flocks.
We survive best if we cooperate.
But if you believe in "Survival of the fittest", how do you live then?
You research into foetal genetics.
You take out sick foetuses before they have the chance to survive.
That's your job. You choose who lives and who doesn't.
I choose nothing. It's the parents who have the responsibility.
- Is it lunch? - There's more if you want.
I'm not that hungry. I've just had a chat with my lawyer.
It turns out that someone's placed an anonymous bid for the property.
- You're kidding! - How strange.
Sure is strange. Isn't it? And what's fucking strange about it,
is that the property has been closed for 20 years.
And there's no advert on the net.
So the only ones who know that we can purchase it are us.
Is there anything I can do for you now?
- What do you mean? - Can I help you in any way?
- But you work in property, right? - Yes.
- Have heard something? - No, nothing.
- You've heard nothing? - No, I know nothing.
- Hi. Are you coming? - No, I'll stay here.
- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm aching all over.
- Aren't you coming? - No, I'm staying. It really hurts.
- Do you want me to stay here too? - No. You've got to film the slopes.
- See you later, then. - Take care.
- Bye. - Bye.
- Hi! - Hi!
Glad you could make it.
I found out who led the investigation into the murders.
Broman. A retired cop. He lives on the other side of the mountains.
- We can go over and speak to him. - Sure.
Great. Get on the scooter.
- Do you want to drive? - I don't know how to.
Sit up front and I'll show you.
Goggles on.
Let's see. Here's the throttle. And that's the brake. I'll just...
Good!
- Looking good! - See?
- Can't we go a little off off-piste? - Can you take it?
- Hey! - Can you keep up with me?
Hey, give over! You know I'm better than you!
I was there when they were found. Mum, dad and two kids, 10 and 6.
It was the worst thing I'd ever seen.
- Had they been murdered? - Yes. Suffocated.
Strangled.
We found them sitting lined up like this against the wall.
They were sitting there holding hands.
The inquiry was classified owing to the victims' young ages.
- Were there any suspects? - Yes...
Helgesen.
Businessman. He owned Svartsjön. He died before he could be charged.
Went more or less mad.
Drowned himself in Svartsjön lake.
- Did he confess? - No, I wouldn't say that.
There are hours of video interviews. He mainly just sits there rambling.
I'd put him down as untrustworthy, crazy.
Can I borrow them?
- The tapes. - Of course not. They're classified.
Why are you so interested in this?
If you interviewed Helgesen, how come he drowned himself?
Wasn't he in custody?
Okay, enough's enough.
I've said more than I should have, anyway.
You have to understand that this left a deep wound on the whole community.
Do you have any more coffee? If there is?
Yes! Of course. Sorry. I've got almond biscuits too. Want some?
- Want a hand? - Yes, that's very kind.
It's out here. To the left.
Thanks.
See you.
Helgesen...
Interview with Odd Helgesen. Today's date is 26 January 1996.
Hey, Jessan. Fancy the spa? Sauna, beer...
- I'm off for a power nap. - It's been a long day.
Is that what you call it? Power nap? Are you going to have a shag?
Tell me what happened the days before the property was due to open.
Startsjön was nothing when I bought it.
It was an old, derelict sanatorium. Built in the 1950s.
So I had to renovate the whole thing myself.
Can we stick to the past few days?
- Sure. Like when? - The past week.
There was a hell of a lot that needed doing. So I...
- Hi. - Hi.
What are you watching?
- Helgesen's police interview. - How did you get hold of that?
Jostein and I went to see the cop who led the investigation. It's his tape.
Jostein, is that the snowmobile guy?
Yes.
Okay...
- Why did he help you with that? - Because I asked him to.
So the aching body thing was just bullshit, was it?
No. No, no.
Sorry.
Can't you drop this now? I thought we might do something.
I wanted us to enjoy the mountains and all that.
Don't you want to know what happened?
I know now, for instance, that the family was strangled.
- And that Helgesen was arrested. - So why wasn't he convicted?
- Because he drowned himself. - That's that then. Case closed.
He killed the family then himself. He was a nutter.
How did you know that? That he was crazy? Well?
- Come on... - How did you know?
Can't you shut that off now?
Okay.
...the past few days, more specifically?
Where do you think you're going?
It's so much more beautiful than it looks in the photos.
You can't even compare it.
Yes, everyone seems to love the place. We're having a great time.
And...I've proposed to Hanne. And she said yes.
Yes, I proposed to her, and, well...she said yes, of course.
Okay... Speak to you later. Love you.
What are you doing?
Jessan?
What are you looking at? Hello?
Jessan?
Where are you going?
Jessan?
Jessan? What are you doing?
Hello?
What are you doing?
Hi.
Where am I?
You were sleepwalking. I think.
You're in the play room.
Come on. Are you okay?
I got planning permission. Johansson from the council came here.
He could see the place's potential. Not just as a winter and...
Stop it. Don't. Can I get some help here? Help!
So Johansson was there with his family?
Can you tell me what happened to them?
I killed them.
- You killed the Johansson family? - Yes.
- How did you do it? - It was easy.
I strangled the father while he was sleeping.
Then the mother woke up. She was weak.
The kids were... The kids were very small. Very small.
So I strangled them too. Both of them. They were small.
They wanted to sit beside each other. So I sat them beside each other.
- Why did you kill them? - I didn't want to.
- No, I realise that. But you did. - I didn't want to. I didn't want to.
Stop it. Please. Can I get some help here? Help!
Come on!
- Hi. - About bloody time too.
Press "play".
Keep watching.
- What the... What is this? - Watch.
You were in the cellar for an hour. What were you doing there?
I've got no memory at all of having been down there.
You've got no memory of being in the cellar? Who's that on the camera?
You were in the cellar for an hour! And you don't remember it?
If you've been there inspecting it because you're the secret bidder...
If you've gone behind my back, now is a damn good time to tell me.
Johan, I sleepwalk. You know that.
I want you to look me in the eye... and tell me you didn't place the bid.
Can't you take off those...
So, there. I've got a headache. It's my contact lenses.
That's why I have to lie down resting all day long.
Why the hell would I go behind your back?
It'd come out sooner or later anyway. How loyal is that?
Do you need help? We can bid right now. If you want.
No. No, no...
I'd like you to do me a favour.
This clip and... the eye.
We don't need to say anything to Hanne.
- No. - She gets so fucking... paranoid.
- I... You know... - It's cool.
- Hi, Jostein here. - Hi, it's me.
- Hi. - Hi.
I just wanted to say that... I've watched that Helgesen tape.
- I think he was deranged. - Okay.
- Does your brother know him? - Does Dag know Helgesen?
No, he doesn't.
Maybe he was just deranged. He killed a family and then himself.
Yeah. But what about all the noises in the cellar and the drawings?
I know. But a drawing's a drawing. Maybe it's Erkki in the cellar.
Maybe. Or it's a myling. Many people believe there's a myling around here.
- A myling? - Yes, it's an old Sami myth.
If a child has been killed and its spirit returns... it becomes a myling.
It wants to take another person's soul.
If you don't want to give it your own you have to take someone else's.
Hello? Hanne?
Hello?
I've known you my whole life, but I've never seen you swim.
Of course I can swim!
Cool music.
- And who's this sneaking about? - Do you think I look sneaky?
- I am sneaky. - Why's that?
Because...
- Want some? - Know what I think?
We'll take it easy with it now, so we can be reasonably alert tomorrow.
- Come on. Don't be so boring. - I don't want to tonight.
It's too late, anyway. I've already taken some.
- No way. - Sure I have.
Come on, dance.
So you mean you haven't understood a word I've said on this trip?
- I understand very little. - You understand me now?
Yes, I do. But it's not that strange. It sounds so mushy.
- But it's the same language family. - No, didn't catch that.
I've heard that Danish babies learn to talk later than others.
Nothing wrong with your language but it is bloody unclear!
That's absurd. Why wouldn't babies understand their own language?
I want some more wine.
Turn up, turn the music up.
Careful you don't fall over.
She's what my grandfather would call a troublemaker. What's that?
- Jostein says there's a myling here. - A myling?
Yes, it's a myth about the ghost of a murdered child.
Do you remember the family that everyone thought disappeared?
Strangled. Murdered. Here.
I think their children are trying to make contact with us.
- It has to be that. - Yes.
Of course there's a strangled child trying to make contact with us.
Jessan?
I've murdered the child. I've murdered the child.
I've murdered the child! I've murdered the child!
Stop it! Hey!
Turn the music off.
- Breathe. - Relax.
- What shall we do? - Take her up to her room.
- Careful now. - Jessan?
Lift her up. Mind her head.
- That's it. Easy now. - Come on. Come on.
Take her legs, Johan.
- Is she okay? - She's okay. She's sleeping.
Did you take something?
Yes, we each took an E earlier.
I don't even feel anything. I don't think it was an E.
What was that about the child? What did she mean?
No idea.
We've not known each other that long. I don't know much about her past.
It might be worth you finding out a bit more, mightn't it?
- Can I go in and see her? - Of course.
How's it going?
Fuck knows.
It's not your fault.
No, but...I'm so fucking tired of this.
No. Mette. Wait. Mette. Mette!
I killed them. It was easy.
I strangled the father while he was sleeping.
Then the mother woke up. She was weak.
The kids were... The kids were very small.
So I strangled them too. Both of them. They were small.
They wanted to sit beside each other. So I sat them beside each other.
I didn't want to. I didn't want to. I didn't want to.
I'm wondering if you know of a drug called Zotepin?
"Gäädek Jäämit". What is that?
I know someone who might be able to help us.
- Let me go! - Stop!
This doesn't feel safe. Jesus, you're worse than Helgesen.
I should never have come.
- We're going down there. - I'll get the others.