I want to know why my husband was killed.
This bag contains stuff from people who like Viking ships.
Who hate Jews and dislike Muslims.
Someone wants to stop my educational project Yggdrasil.
It's procedure that I take over in the PM's absence.
We're not talking about an absence, but a death, a murder.
The difference should be obvious.
Why is as important as who.
The man who shot Hammern is the same who shot the PM.
I knew him well, and I was writing his biography.
If you continue the educational project, you may keep your position.
If you try to sink it, you're finished within a week.
-Your friend's investors are for this. -Keep him out of this.
-If you don't want to, then... -Shut up!
Are you going to oust your new leader
24 hours after the previous one was killed?
You'll become the most pathetic footnote who ever sat in that chair.
-Fritzmann's searching in Trondelag. -A grouping in Trondelag?
Could this become Norway's Palme case?
No.
-How far would you go... -I guarantee it.
-If I have to go, you'll lose your job. -Do you always have to threaten me?
I want everything you have on Woll and his family.
So this is the biography on Woll you haven't written.
I want to show you something to make you understand.
Woll's nephew... I've been in touch with him.
-Did you know about this? -Are you mad?
Episode 5: FENRIS
I should have picked her up ages ago.
They won't just put her on the street.
The babysitter will call Child Protection.
And they'll call the police. Everything will be all right.
Shut up.
I want the tray back.
Come on!
-You have to eat. -I don't want anything.
He won't kill us. Why would he bother with food then?
No, he'll probably do something worse. But eat, by all means!
He's been criticised for that interview.
But isn't it OK that he tells people about his plans?
The guarantee can be seen in two ways.
Either he's resolute or he pretends to be.
-Which explanation do you believe? -There'll be a special Party Conference.
Then the peacock has to strut his feathers, so to speak.
Thanks...
I think he just called you a queer.
You lean hard on Fritzmann. It's about time he delivered.
Where the fuck is Johs?
Trondelag's ready. You should have been at the Justice Department.
-This is run from there. -They don't want us there.
And you don't want to be there if this fails.
-I'm just following the plan from TV. -TV is your field, not security!
Aslak! She's in charge of security because we're bad communicators.
Security is a feeling. Fritzmann can be in charge of waving guns.
That's easier. If it fails, Fritzmann's head will be chopped off first by you.
And you follow up the daughter. Randi...
I don't know why he's so full on.
He and Woll were briefed about this grouping.
Woll called them wayward youth. I know he had personal reasons for that.
You seem very calm, considering that the guy upstairs gouged out your eye.
It's not him.
-What are you doing? -Shards of glass.
-He's got a gun! -I'm not fucking sitting here waiting!
Why do you have to make such a ruckus?
-I've got actual problems to cope with! -Calm down!
You weren't very calm when you locked me in!
-Did we lock you in? -Was he calm? He was my friend.
Tie them to that pipe!
Come on!
Please, don't smear that all over the car.
-I was going to say you look nice. -Open house at the party HQ.
The mourners need a place to go.
-Problem solved. -Are you done with the comedy act?
-How's it going? -They're shooting in the dark.
I'd stay out of it.
You don't think they'll catch the perpetrator?
The only thing they'll catch is his ego.
Why do you think I'm sitting here?
Then he'd better start sending his CV to PR companies. He's out of politics.
Don't get too cocky. He's risking everything to win.
-And that makes him a good leader? -No, but it makes him dangerous.
-Have you ever done that? -Done what?
Risked everything?
We can talk about that when I've become your boss.
We'll see if you do.
-Calm down. -Shut up!
-You're making it more dangerous. -Shut up!
-I won't fucking die down here. -No one will die here.
We went here to look for a personal file he had containing documents.
Psychiatric reports... Pictures... Tests...
So you'd see what kind of person Hammern wanted to expose.
He had a terrible childhood. With Michael's brother.
He died a few years ago, but he was...
He was a bad man.
He was a bastard.
Michael tried to make up for it.
He bought this farm for him.
No... He would never have killed Michael.
How do you know that?
Because he looked up to him. Michael meant everything to him.
So Woll was an angel.
No. There are no angels here.
He was his real father.
I thought hardly anybody knew.
But Hammern was on the trail of it, I'm pretty sure of that.
-Did Woll know? -That he was the father? Of course.
No, no, no.
Did Woll know that his brother abused his son?
He tried to make up for it.
When? After you started writing his biography?
Bullshit. When his brother died.
Michael, he...
He tried to get help to keep his nephew, or son, out of the media circus.
He asked me for help, and I said yes.
That was after he became PM. I wanted to protect the boy.
Protect the boy... You wanted to protect Woll.
Fine, just keep sitting there being superior.
We've found out more than the fact that you see the world in black and white.
You don't sacrifice children, Frank.
-He's not answering. Can you send it? -I just have to fix this.
We don't know what they've got.
Ulriksen must have an ace up his sleeve.
-He gave his guarantee. -The leak may not come from his camp.
-Are you coming? -Yeah, yeah!
-You've been in touch with Peter? -He sent a text yesterday evening.
Asking for info on a name. Robert Senje. The son of the PM's brother.
That's called a nephew. Keep searching.
Do we have any antiseptic?
-You were saying? -That nephew, the brother's son...
He toyed around with many groupings.
He was on the Child Protection list, but has left no trail for years.
-Just keep searching. -I haven't got any more.
-Is that it? -I'd already checked it out for Hammern.
-Hammern? -Yes.
-What was he working on? -Some child protection story.
I did some searches for him. The guy's gone.
Last time I checked, he was abroad.
-When were you going to tell me? -I did just now.
The daughter... ask her. She should know where the nephew is.
I know who you can call.
-Hi, Inger Marie. -Hi. I didn't know you'd left.
-So I was afraid... -I'm not alone, there's security here.
OK, that's good. The hospital was supposed to call me if the need arose.
But you're there, so that's good.
I have to ask you something.
It's VG asking, so you don't have to answer if you don't want to.
Robert Michael Senje... Is that a familiar name?
-Yes, my cousin. -Do you know him well?
We played together as children. Why do you ask?
-I don't think she'll like the word hag. -She's a justice minister hag.
Hi.
OK, Fritzmann, we've got them.
-The nominees are ... -Have we got the file?
No, the problem must be at the Justice Dept. We should see what they see.
The SWAT team is ready. They've been asked to wait.
-Why? Tell them to go ahead. -They've got some conflicting material.
We must go in and scrutinise their servers. They run a web forum.
Many comments came from that host.
Against the VG editor and the journalist.
-Homeland Security needs some time. -Weren't we supposed to see the action?
-Sorry. -Let's get them on the intercom.
We can't get the screens up. Turn on the intercom, so we can follow it all.
Delta 1 to Delta 4, let's go ahead.
They're leaving now, it will be a while.
-How long? -At least 40 minutes.
Hi, I saw your text. I may have told you a lot.
But I won't give you classified info.
If you don't know what group threatened Woll, don't write about any of them.
Of course Ulriksen knows about the threats.
He was on the security committee.
I didn't mention Trondelag. Who's telling you this?
Why can't we get live pictures? You can get live pictures from Mars.
-It's the Justice Dept out of our hands. -They can't link two departments!
You wouldn't want to be there.
Staring at this dumb black gadget. Have a taste of that.
Does anybody at Justice have screens and can you report? We can see nothing.
Sorry, we forgot about you. We're about to go into action.
Delta 4 to Delta 1, we're going in.
Go, go, go, go! One goes right, one left.
Break down the door! Now! Down, down, down!
Six persons. The kitchen's clear, the toilet's clear.
No weapons...
Get an ambulance.
You can see they're just kids. We're the only ones shooting. Get an ambulance.
-Who hit who? -Wait.
-What's happening? -One of ours has been injured.
-Were you shot at? -Yes, by one of our own.
Where's the justice minister?
-Where's the justice minister? -On her way.
Get that fucking intercom off!
Fucking hag.
So we shot one of our own?
You're sleeping far too much.
Which one of you is the leader? Him?
-No one's the leader. -I'm guessing it's you.
Now you and I will have a chat.
What are you thinking about?
What I'm thinking about?
I'm thinking about everything that's around us in the world.
Air particles and the light hitting tiny specs of dust...
The vibrations from the atmosphere and bass from a block away...
A whole lot of tiny things that just...
That you don't register.
There aren't many things we're able to register.
That's because we have filters.
We have lots of filters in our heads filtering out...
Filtering out everything that isn't essential for our survival.
Daily life, right?
But you know those who've taken a dose of LSD,
they know that those filters can be broken down.
-Have you tried it? -No.
It's bloody chaos.
The brain isn't made to handle that many signals.
Open up.
-Robert... -Quiet!
Open up, come on.
Open up, for fuck's sake!
Put a finger down your throat. Get out!
Put a finger down your throat!
Robert!
-Hello? -Hi.
-Peter, are you OK? -Help me. I've been drugged.
-He's after me, the boy I talked about. -Wait, I can't quite follow you.
You have to come to Hurdal. You have to call the police!
-Peter, try to calm down. -He isn't the prime minister's nephew.
-He's his son. -You mean his daughter?
You have to come to Hurdal! Listen to me! Call the police!
-Peter, where exactly are you? -He's the prime minister's son.
Hello?
-They all have alibis. -Surely they have criminal records.
A couple have been in fights, but to send in the storm troopers...
Not one has uttered any right-wing extremist threats?
-How's the policeman? -Critical, but stable.
-The bullet perforated a lung. -And where's my justice minister?
Hello, Erik.
Don't look so surprised. Can't you see me?
"Hag"... That's your level.
Even with plastic cuffs on, one of the arrested men managed to call a paper.
-What paper? -VG. And they're calling now.
They may have overheard us saying that we shot one of our own mistakenly.
Where's Ulriksen?
Erik?
Have you got a minute?
-Just say it. -We've got a hostage situation.
Peter Veras, Mathiesen and Hammern's wife are being held by Woll's nephew.
-Who told you? -VG.
-The nephew? Is it him? -There's only one nephew.
It would've been good if I'd known.
Let's go to the Justice Department. We have to keep them under control.
-What about Amelia? -Take care of her.
-Did you go out last night? -I try not to. I started smoking again.
-Did you know Michael had a nephew? -Of course.
A right-wing extremist you didn't mention.
A psychiatric case. Unrelated to this.
He messaged the Trondelag group through closed websites.
He's a confused kid people have tried to use against Michael.
-He's an extremist you never mentioned. -We did, just not to you. Security knew.
Him in there knew. He looked at the threats when Hammern was shot.
The nutcases in Trondelag issued threats, but to pin that on the nephew..
He's taken hostages.
You have to play ball here.
What was Michael's relationship to this nephew like?
-Did you tell Amelia this? -No, I wanted to talk to you first.
He's not his nephew.
He's his son.
Hi. Can I come in?
What is it now?
We were informed that he was overseas.
Bloody mess! Do I have to do everything myself?
You just sail straight in there, like no former PM.
We're going up there, and we'll make the decisions.
-Hi. -Hi, Erik.
I suggest that you and I go to my office.
You let operatives make the tactical choices.
No one abandons this ship until it's sunk.
We show strength by not interfering with the police's choices.
Michael would never have chased the police...
If Michael had chased the terrorist, he wouldn't be dead. Sit down!
Thanks, I prefer to stand. This hag won't leave your side, I can assure you.
So, what have we got?
Rubber bullets.
Yes, I've got rubber bullets and dum-dums,
and full metal jacket ammunition and armour-piercing ammunition.
I've got quite a selection.
-Who's the corpse in the closet? -He was there when I got back.
-You don't know who it is? -Yes.
He was my friend.
Bought and paid for by my uncle... My dad...
I guess he was my carer.
They tried to fool me.
Who?
That's what I'm trying to find out.
Did you know that the voices schizophrenics hear,
vary according to their culture?
In India and Africa, for example, the schizophrenic subjects answered
that the voices they heard were playful and sometimes even erotic.
They weren't aggressive.
Or threatening.
-Are you schizophrenic? -These guns aren't mine.
I was away, and when I returned, the doors were wide open,
and someone had put these guns here and the painting and other things...
And that guy in the closet downstairs.
-You could have called the police. -I couldn't, I can't remember a thing!
I was captured, and when I woke up, my dad was already shot dead.
Should I have told the police someone had put a dead body in my basement?
The LSD you gave me, had somebody planted that here too?
No. That was mine.
Robert? I called the police.
The police are on their way.
They can help you.
Robert? Robert?
It's too late. They're here already.
-Listen ... -Shut up!
Drone in position. Elevation 250 metres.
Get up.
Yes.
Sit down! Fasten the cuffs.
Delta 04. We're in position.
Where's Peter?
-It's your turn. -For what?
Get up!
Come on.
More hostages are being taken to the kitchen.
Can you see how many?
Robert? We trust each other, right? We're talking. Robert!
You know the life I've had! I wanted you to write that book!
We'll help you. We'll write your story.
Should I trust you? You called the police!
And she...
-She... -She didn't do anything.
Your husband was here and took all my stuff. All the mementoes I'd collected.
You know how I know that? Because I went to his place and took stuff.
Hammern killed my father.
-Hammern killed my father. -Hammern died before...
Shut up, I said!
You know that.
Was he good to you?
-Was he going to take you too? -Leave her be.
No, she's coming with me.
The three hostages are in the kitchen with the hostage taker.
He's armed with several automatic weapons.
Robert, if you're innocent, don't do this.
Can you please stop talking to me as if we were friends!
I take no blame for this! I haven't done anything!
-Do you understand? -Yes.
Peter...
Mai Lill...
If I don't survive this...
I've got a cousin in Arhus. Do you understand?
-Robert, what is that? -In case we don't come back.
Robert? Please, I shouldn't have been here.
-Robert! -Quiet, I said!
Robert!
Don't shoot! You mustn't shoot!
-Do we have a clean line of fire? -I wouldn't say so.
What's happening?
Tell them I'll kill you if they won't negotiate.
He wants to negotiate! And he wants TV here, to tell his version!
We won't negotiate.
We'll wait and see.
Why aren't they saying anything?
This is Delta 04. What's happening?
Erik?
He wants an answer!
-Why aren't they saying anything? -He wants an answer!
What the hell's happening?
Tell them I'll count to ten, then I'll shoot.
-Come on, damn it! -He says I'll count to ten!
-Count! -Ten...
What do we do?
Nine...
-What are they saying? -Nothing.
-Eight... -Ellen!
-Seven... -Can you hit him and not the girl?
-How sure are you? -Maybe 90 percent.
-Six! -Ellen!
Answer, what do we do?
Fuck it, shoot!
Ellen! Get me out of here!
Ellen!
Let me go!
-Peter... -Ellen!
-You actually did that? -What?
He dragged it out until they had no other choice.
He wanted them to shoot.
-There'll be an enquiry. -Yes, but no court case.
Interesting theory.
You know him well. Same circles?
Another interesting theory. What circles do you move in?
I'm from Trondelag. Get out.
That's what I said.
I believed what he said. He was fooled.
Someone held him captive.
What do you know about the medication he was on?
Did Mathiesen tell you he'd been committed to an institution?
He put this in my pocket before he went out there.
The gun wasn't loaded.
-He said someone had planted the guns. -That's a lie.
We went through the registers where he bought them.
-He spent a lot on his cards. -So you can buy an AG3 in a gun shop?
He'd bought a lot of hunting rifles.
Well, then you've solved the case.
-Hi. -Hi.
-Are you OK? -May-Lill's asleep.
I'll take her home when she wakes up.
What's that?
He put that in my pocket.
-What did the police say? -I wanted you to see it first.
I can't take any more.
What didn't you understand? I gave you a bag.
-I want to talk to you. -It's not a good time. I'm not at home.
-It won't take long. -I was his lawyer.
Where are you?
-Hi. -Hi.
Congratulations.
-You landed on your feet. -Yes, we caught him.
We caught him. Whatever political party, angle, philosophy,
we caught a murderer, no one can complain.
-Time to celebrate? -No, I have to go up to her.
-I got the carer to stay the night. -Good. Thanks.
This won't make things any easier.
I have seriously underestimated how unpopular I am with my own.
People can't stand the sight of me.
What you have underestimated is how much people love an old-fashioned hero.
A hero? That's a tad sentimental.
Don't complicate things. This evokes good feelings out there.
All you have to do is to link that to an image of you.
-Hello? -This story is everywhere.
I sent out some stock shots before they could send photographers.
No, I mean the world. It's all over the world that it was his son.
Hi.
-Have you heard? -Yes.
Hi.
-Shall I stay here? Just for a few days. -Of course. Come in.
Hi. How are you doing?
What are you doing here?
I'm still her boss, so...
Well, I have to go back. You're in charge here?
Sit down.
Here's a drink for you.
You can sleep in the children's room.
-My daughter's with her dad, so... -Thank you.
I mean it. Thank you.
I didn't know anything!
I did everything you told me to!
I've been loyal to you!
Don't do this!
End of episode 5