Fallen Angels Page #4

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THE BEGINNING:

Isachsen? It's me, Veum.

I can't talk to you right now,

he's taken the twins!

- Shall we go?

- This is totally insane.

- Do you have a better idea, Harry?

- We must go to the police!

What do you think Trude will say then?

He kills Stine and gets a couple

of years in jail? No f***ing way!

- Are you only after revenge?

- If I want revenge?

A man sneaks into my house

and kills my eight year old daughter.

You can bet your

ass that I want revenge.

What do think will happen when he gets

out? Has he forgotten you, you think?

And your twins?

He must be stopped.

I've already spoken to the police.

In the interrogation report it says

that it was you who found her.

It seems you were able

to think pretty clearly.

Do you know anything about knots?

No.

No. Because then you would have seen

that this one here is totally wrong.

All the other nooses

were professionally made.

But this here was made by someone

who has no idea how they are made.

The day you found her...

She wasn't getting any better, was she?

She wasn't taking her medicine because

she believed the pills made her fat.

Then one day she couldn't

take it any more.

She came back here.

Took some pills, and killed herself.

Simon blames the band for something.

What had they done to her? Anita?

What had they done to her?

She worshiped him.

The lead singer.

Simon didn't allow her to go

to their concerts. He was afraid.

He works with these things

and he knew what might happen.

What happened?

I was sitting here

in the kitchen all night, waiting.

While Simon drove around

looking for her.

At five in the morning

he finally found her.

In a bus shed.

She was completely lethargic.

Didn't say a word.

Didn't reply to our questions.

When she came home she just

went straight upstairs and went to bed.

In the end I managed to make her talk.

She had stayed behind after

the concert, with the guys in the band.

They had given her some pills,

and then they...

They...

All four of them.

Grown men.

She wasn't even fifteen.

I promised her one thing.

Not to say anything to her father.

Not say anything to daddy.

There has to be something

else we can do?

Jacob, you can't seriously mean

that you want to do this?

It's all my fault!

If only I hadn't said anything,

then perhaps...

Anita, Anita...

There are two children out there,

two young children.

I don't know anything.

I can't help you.

Hello, you've reached Jan Isachsen at

Bergen Police Department. I cannot...

Open the door and get in.

It's just too bad, isn't it, Simon.

You did everything you could to protect

your daughter and yet it went wrong.

It's not too late to turn back.

Hamre is still alive.

What happened?

What on earth happened, Simon?

Your daughter killed herself

because you weren't there for her.

Four grown men, one after the other.

That's what killed her.

Hey!

Give it here!

You heard me, give it here!

Throw it here! Do you hear me!

Throw it here! Here!

Get out of the car!

Now!

He's got Varg.

You prick!

What do we do with Varg?

We have no choice.

We've got to take him too.

What are you playing at?

Jacob? Look at me.

Are you going to kill me?

How will you kill me then, Jacob?

Make me get down on my knees and give

me a shot in the back of my head?

And how will you get rid of the bodies?

You could bury us.

But there will always be a dog coming

along and dig out the whole sh*t again.

- You could dump me in the sea, but...

- I didn't ask for this.

Some little girl four years ago.

How can you avoid it?

Stop raping fourteen-year-olds!

It wasn't rape!

Besides, how could we know

she was fourteen?

She was totally up for it.

What do you think will happen

if this gets out?

I haven't deserved that.

I haven't deserved any of this.

What happens now?

You regret so intensely what you've

done that you'll blow your brains out.

So what shall we do with Varg then?

- No, Jacob, you can't...

- Everybody will believe he did it.

- Have you gone totally insane!

- Can you shut the f*** up!

Jacob...

You do it.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Especially not if you want to

see your daughters again.

- Don't listen to him.

- How's that?

Have you checked your mobile lately?

Go on, check your mobile!

He's got the girls!

Where are they then?

They're alive.

But not for much longer

if you shoot me.

If he had them he would've

already killed them long ago.

I forgot the dresses.

Tell me where they are! Tell me! Now!

Otherwise you will shoot me?

Or what!

Tell me where they are!

Harry!

Harry, I shall find your daughters.

The next will hit your thigh,

so tell me where they are!

All right, all right. Come here, and

I'll tell you. I'll whisper it to you.

- Don't listen to him.

- Shut up, will you!

Come here.

- What?

- What's he saying?

You can do whatever you want with me,

it's the only way.

Harry.

Harry?

- What are you doing?

- Ruth was deeply in love with you.

I said we should go to the police,

but you wouldn't listen.

- Why do you never listen to me?

- Harry, drop it.

- Harry! I know where your girls are.

- Tell me then.

I'm the only one

who knows where they are.

- There's only one place they can be.

- So tell me then!

- Call the police, then I'll tell you.

- Do as I say, or they will die.

Who do you trust here, Harry?

Him or me?

- Shoot Jacob!

- Him or me?

- Shoot Jacob. Shoot Jacob!

- Harry! Don't do it!

I shall find your girls.

- So where are they?

- I don't know. I was bluffing.

- What?!

- I had to.

It must be possible somehow

to reconstruct the route he followed.

From toll road receipts or something.

We're talking about two young girls.

He can't have taken them just anywhere.

There was something about his reaction.

He actually believed that I knew.

- Why did he believe that?

- Because it was so obvious?

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