Fallen Angels Page #2

This is a murder investigation, Veum.

I don't care about your sex life.

So what if it wasn't sex?

And it wasn't sadism?

- What does he get from it then?

- Are you asking me?

I'm asking you.

There's something with the way they are

hanged. So white, clean and innocent.

It's quite theatrical...

As if he's trying to say something.

Quite an unusual way of communicating,

wouldn't you say?

Killing might not be the main point.

The murders might be the means

to obtain what he really wants.

And what does he really want?

In any case

he's addressing an audience.

He's considerate towards his victims.

A real gentleman, you might say.

Do you know how he drugged them?

With Rebecca it was gas,

and with Ruth pills.

Enough to knock out a horse.

What kind of pills?

Simon, you're on sick leave.

Do you realize that?

I want to do my bit.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Go home to your wife.

She's already back at work.

Sitting staring at the wall

doesn't make things any better.

There's got to be something I can do?

Talk to Syversen.

But nothing related to the case.

It was lithium.

The pills, it was lithium.

Supposed to relieve mood swings.

- Have you seen this woman before?

- Rebecca is here quite often.

- She's here? In what way?

- As a guest.

She often spent the night here?

About once a month, perhaps.

Mostly at weekends.

Alone, or what?

She mostly comes alone. I've never

seen her arrive with someone.

There's been some talk about goings on

in the corridors, but... I don't know.

As far as I know,

I don't think she has a boyfriend.

How about this girl?

Have you seen her

and Rebecca together?

No. What's the matter with her?

Is she ill or something?

Excuse me! Do you know a girl called

Ruth who lived here in a flatshare?

- Are you from the police?

- No.

- Then you must be a journalist?

- No.

So what is it you want then?

I don't really have the time.

I'm off to work.

Why did she move out?

It didn't work out.

She was totally f***ed up.

- So finally we threw her out.

- When was that?

Three weeks ago.

Do you know where she stayed

after that?

She's must have been sleeping around,

I guess.

What was her problem?

- Are you sure you're not a cop?

- Do I look like one?

Here.

You can just press "play".

She stopped taking her medicine, I

think. She said the pills made her fat.

It seemed to me she was getting more

and more spaced out.

I even started feeling afraid of her.

- Why did you film this?

- To show her.

I thought that maybe if she could

see this, it would make her realize.

Had she been diagnosed?

Manic-depressive.

She received treatment, which seemed

to help. Or so the parents said.

The friend said she stopped taking

her medicine and got worse than ever.

People described her as extremely

destructive. Sexual self-mutilation.

She was banned from several clubs.

Went to bed with just anyone.

What about the footprint?

Find anything?

- A standard army boot.

- A very common kind of footwear.

Yes, but it's damaged here - see that?

On the outside the sole is worn flat.

He stalks the victims beforehand.

Which means they are carefully chosen

and not picked at random.

- Fallen angels.

- Sorry?

Like in the Bible. The fallen angels

were thrown out of heaven.

They were pure and elevated,

but then they misused their free will.

Tell me, have you joined

a sect or something?

What if the murderer sees himself

as some kind of divine executioner.

He sees it as his duty to kill women.

Soiled, apostate,

hence promiscuous women.

- Was Ruth a prostitute?

- In the eyes of the murderer.

And Rebecca?

Hi.

Rebecca was a regular guest

at Park Hotel.

Do you know who I've been

thinking of a lot? Eric Clapton.

He lost his son

and writes this just amazing song.

I think it must have

made it easier for him.

I'm not able to work at all.

Jacob. Did you know she stayed

at that hotel?

Sometimes she left,

and sometimes I left.

Isn't that the way it is

in a relationship?

You must have wondered

what she was up to.

People were talking at the hotel.

Am I supposed

to start doubting her now?

You said it yourself,

it doesn't matter.

Rebecca is dead,

and I'm a paranoid idiot.

- We had a lot of fun, the three of us.

- We did.

Shall we go

and have a beer or something?

- No.

- Only if you had the time, of course.

Varg?

Find the f***er who did it.

Now we can welcome a popular guy,

he has just released...

There he is!

Ladies and gentlemen, please give him

a warm hand... Johnny Solheim!

- Hello, Johnny.

- Hi, daddy!

- How are things?

- Great!

You're out now with your second album,

"Good To Be Back". Why that title?

Well, what happened was that I went to

the States to record the album there.

You were in Nashville, weren't you?

...came in as number one.

- Mum, come on!

- Yes, I'm coming.

- Stine?

- Yes.

- Did you go into the garden?

- No. Come then!

But, Johnny, we've been told that you

didn't come back from America alone...

...we must... watch this now - because

Johnny bought an old Chevrolet 77.

That's right, an lmpala.

An lmpala.

Wow, look at that.

A reliable source tells me

it has rust problems and cracked seats.

What makes you buy such a car?

Well, its a little piece of Nashville,

isn't it?

So it was like

a love at first sight thing?

I would rather picture you

in a Ford Mustang or something.

Hello?

I have to be careful now so my wife

doesn't lock me out of the house.

You could always sleep in the car,

there's enough room there.

Best of luck to you!

Johnny Solheim, ladies and gentlemen.

Mum, you missed the whole thing!

Mum?

Mummy?

Mummy?

Stine!

Stine!

Stine...!

Stine!

Stine!

Varg speaking.

Your theory about fallen angels,

that one we can just forget.

Hamre called me.

That's Johnny.

Johnny?

Johnny, you must come home.

It's Stine.

We have nothing, we know nothing.

A ghost just passed through here.

We still know several things about him.

He's intelligent, well organized.

He's got to do this. It's a mission

he must accomplish while he still can.

You don't say.

This is still about guilt.

The dresses, all the symbols.

She was eight, Veum. The only thing

she's guilty of is being born.

You can go home.

- Varg?

- I've done something very stupid.

- I've got to talk to you.

- Now? In the middle of the night?

- I have to get up early tomorrow.

- I have to tell you something.

- Could it wait until tomorrow?

- Just forget it, Jacob.

Varg! Wait.

- I just felt so weird.

- That's great, Jacob.

You have no idea what I'm

going through. I needed some company.

I missed her so terribly.

It's so damned sad.

Sad? Do you want me

to tell you what's sad?

A eight year old girl killed

in the same way as Rebecca.

"Johnny Solheim's dead daughter."

That is sad.

Stine?

- Do you know Johnny Solheim?

- Yes, sure - we played together.

- Before we got our breakthrough.

- Did Johnny Solheim play in "Camp"?

He was our guitarist for a short while.

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