Fallen Angels

Ruth?

Ruth?

Are you home?

Ruth?

Ruth?

Are you hungry?

I'm preparing food, do you want some?

Ruth!

- No, this can't be right.

- What?

- Simon lives here.

- Simon?

Simon Follnes at Disturbance Patrol,

a colleague. Of both of us.

She's been living

in a flatshare downtown.

They hadn't seen her since yesterday.

Preferred to be found by mum and dad,

I guess.

Simon...

Simon.

No!

No!

No!

VARG VEUM:

FALLEN ANGELS:

Insurance fraud. In Poland.

Varg?

- Hey!

- Hi! Haven't seen you in ages.

- Are you doing okay?

- Sure. And you? And your...

Fine. Really great.

I'm working a lot and...

It's going really well

for Jacob and the others.

You haven't changed a bit.

- Rebecca?

- Coming!

- Say hello to him, then.

- I will.

Jacob's band is playing at

the Wharf tonight. Why don't you come?

- I have to work. Perhaps another time?

- You haven't changed much you either.

- You came!

- Yeah.

Thank you all.

This next song is about what we want,

who we want, and how we want it.

- He seems to be enjoying himself!

- He looks great on stage.

Remember the

Jane's Addiction concert in London?

Jacob was standing next to us.

Then he turned towards us...

- He goes like this: "See that...?"

- "That's me in a few years."

Look who's here, it's Derrick!

Have we done anything wrong or what?

Hello, Jacob.

We must have done something wrong.

You never show up when we invite you.

- Great to see you, man!

- Likewise.

- What do you think?

- You were great.

Don't lie to me.

I know it's not your sort of thing.

Varg! Hello!

Hi! Am I interrupting the male bonding,

or what?

- We're just talking about old times.

- Will you come for a drink with us?

Of course he will. Now we're really

going to make up for lost time!

Why don't you go on ahead,

I'll just have a smoke with Varg.

- What's next? Going on tour?

- Yeah.

- For how long?

- Eight weeks.

What does she say to that?

She cheats on me.

- Did she say so?

- No, I just know.

You just know?

Or I think I know.

That's the problem, really.

And I can't take it any longer.

I must know.

- Forget it!

- Isn't that what people like you do?

What? People like me? Eh?

Are you seeing someone special?

Then you would've known

what I'm going through.

Hi! I haven't seen you for years,

then all of a sudden twice in a week.

Are you following me around or what?

- Are you spying on me?

- Rebecca...

Damn you!

- It's Jacob, isn't it?

- I felt I owed it to him.

I've done something stupid,

I'm sorry.

He can be very persuasive.

But I just hadn't thought

he would go this far.

It looks a bit

like he has his reasons.

What do you know about relationships,

Varg?

Sometimes I just need to get away,

and then I come here.

Do you think you can take a snapshot or

two, and then that should make it true?

No, that was silly of me.

Do you get paid per hour for this,

or what?

I remember you took a lot of pictures.

Had known you for two weeks,

and you started ordering us around.

You made us pose at the churchyard

with moody dark looks.

You can do that when you're twenty

and have been to a photo work shop.

- Are these yours?

- Yes, do you like them?

Yes. You should make more like these.

But I will have to shoot

anorectic models for a few more years.

Do you ever think about London?

That things could have been different?

It was a mistake.

Rebecca...

We don't even have to talk about it.

You never think about me?

- I have to go now.

- So go then!

Try to understand.

You were my best friend's girlfriend.

I'm sorry. That was totally out

of line. Tell me about your life, then.

It's not every day I receive the visit

of a private investigator.

Don't do this again.

Rebecca, you're married to Jacob.

It's not about that. Not any more.

You're just afraid.

Come on then!

- Nothing?

- Doesn't look promising.

It seems he made sure to stay

on the gravel. No traces.

It's a nice house, huh?

Great location and...

What were you doing here exactly?

I was on a job.

She was the wife of a friend of mine.

He suspected her of cheating on him.

I thought you didn't do this sort

of prying into people's sex lives?

I just wanted to reassure him.

That he was wrong.

Was he wrong?

And she was alone?

What about the car?

It was dark - black, no blue.

Blue, I think. An estate car.

All right.

Are you coming inside with us?

What was the last thing you saw?

She was hanging in his arms

like a rag doll.

- He must have knocked her unconscious.

- No signs of a fight.

One would assume that she struggled

before she was put up like that.

The only thing I've found

is this mark here.

He must have attacked her from behind.

The thumb here and the other

fingers on the other side. Like this.

- What is this here?

- Some first drops of blood.

It's from a mask.

He drugged her first, but why?

And the white dress?

Was she wearing that earlier today?

No.

Did you see her change

into the white dress?

Have you spoken to Jacob?

Her husband?

He will be questioned in Oslo today.

He's flying back tomorrow.

They said you were

the one who found her. Was she...?

Nothing indicates

she felt any pain, Jacob.

This just can't be true. Hanged?

What about... what I asked you to do?

- Does that matter now?

- It matters more than ever before.

I saw nothing.

Are you sure?

So I had no reason to distrust her.

- Do you want me to drive you anywhere?

- I just want to get home.

- The police are still working there...

- I want to go home, Varg.

I'm glad that you're here.

Aren't you going to answer?

Are you here on an official business?

This is Ruth Follnes,

the daughter of a colleague of mine.

Until yesterday

we assumed it was suicide.

- Two identical murders?

- For the moment, yes.

One thing doesn't ring right.

Rebecca had sex before she was killed.

And Ruth didn't.

Are we barking up the wrong tree

trying to find a connection?

Or is your statement inaccurate?

- Rebecca wasn't alone.

- Oh no?

Who was with her then?

I was.

Now I'm here on official business.

Are you the idiot

or do you think I am one?

- What happens now?

- I'm just sitting here thinking.

About...?

Shall I charge you

with giving a false statement?

- Why don't you?

- Its a quite common fantasy.

What is? Charging people

with giving a false statement?

Sleeping with your best friend's wife.

But unlike you, we have a little more

self-discipline, don't we, Isachsen?

- For how long has this been going on?

- It's not the way you think, Hamre.

Well, I'm waiting.

We slept together many years ago,

in London, after a night out drinking.

It should never have happened.

Since then

we've hardly had any contact.

- Not until yesterday?

- Not until yesterday.

A few glasses of wine and some old

memories and the fire is rekindled?

I didn't know you to be so passionate,

Veum.

Jacob has had a tough time lately.

I wonder, would it be possible to...

...not mention

this thing with his wife?

Something like that.

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