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publicity for our fair city.

Homicides?

Just missing persons for now.

But the pattern is disturbing.

And... I received this.

Prints?

It isn't just the letter.

He reported her missing

before he killed her.

He was watching us

the entire time.

- What do you need?

- Small team.

I'll set up a separate

incident room at the mill.

All right. I don't want a word

of this to be leaked to the...

- To the press.

- the press, yeah.

Not until this f***ing bid is over.

Try to... Just... try to smile.

Smile, it's good.

Does this strike you as the

proper time and place for this?

Wait.

Idiot.

What? Arve?

What? No, don't cry.

Listen, why...

Sh*t.

Hey.

Hey!

Get out.

Get out!

Hey!

Oi! Hey!

Annette Elden, 33, disappeared

12th of December, 2006.

Her head washed

ashore near Arendal.

The rest of the body

never found.

Forensic report indicates

saw marks on her neck.

Status:
Unmarried.

Two children by different fathers.

Harry, I've got the

names and the addresses

of Sylvia Ottersen's boyfriends.

Now, she went to the clinic

the 2nd of November...

but they won't break

patient confidentiality.

They do, however, perform abortions.

What is it?

- Magnus, get me the list.

- What list?

The list of doctors at the Gellion.

I'm thinking that he's going...

- after women that he disapproves of.

- Here.

All the doctors at Gellion

from the last five years.

How did he know?

How did he know

Sylvia Ottersen was pregnant?

Idar Vetlesen.

Birte Becker had an

appointment with the same doctor.

Dr. Idar Vetlesen?

Yes, that's me.

Step in.

Birte Becker and Sylvia Ottersen

were both patients of yours?

Uh, no, they were both

patients at the clinic.

Uh, I never met Sylvia Ottersen.

Can you tell me who treated her?

No, I'm bound

by patient confidentiality.

She's dead.

Oh.

Oh, no.

Wait... well, doctor confidentiality.

In theory, would it be possible for

you to access her medical files?

Even if you didn't

treat her yourself?

Well, in theory, yes.

The doctors at the clinic have

access to the files of every patient...

should they choose to

look at them, which I did not.

What did you see Birte Becker about?

Well, that is uh, confidential.

How do you know Arve Stop?

- Arve?

- Hmm.

Well, I've known Arve for years.

I do research on premature birth.

We have a small charity, and...

Arve Stop is one of

our biggest supporters.

Huh, I wouldn't have thought a man

who goes on so much about family values

would support a clinic

that specializes in abortion.

Well, we specialize

in many different areas.

Hmm.

And Mr. Stop supports our

research in premature birth.

So, do you see each other socially?

Yeah, well, that depends

on how you mean.

It's quite simple, actually.

Do you have friends in common?

Yes, we-we mix in the same circles, so.

W-why are you uh...

To know if you were...

Have you ever practiced in other

parts of the country, Dr. Vetlesen?

Yes, I have in Eidsvoll,

in uh, Lillehammer.

I see you have a picture of

Mon Plaisir pavilion...

- in Bergen.

- Yes, yes, in Bergen.

Do you live alone?

Yes, I uh, I am a reluctant bachelor.

Is there anyone

in the house right now?

Because I thought I saw someone

in the window when I passed.

Well, if you want to take a look around,

I will need to see a search warrant.

In fact, if you don't mind,

I would like to call my lawyer...

before I answer any more

of your questions.

That won't be necessary,

Dr. Vetlesen.

You can bring your lawyer

when we see you next time.

- Hey.

- Hi.

What was that?

- What?

- He isn't a suspect yet.

We needed permission

to search the house.

I know that.

Why'd you ask him

about Arve Stop?

I saw a picture

of them both together.

And?

And it was an innocent question.

Jesus, anyone can see he's

trying to hide something, right?

Cloudberry.

If you hadn't told me

to look out for it,

I'd have assumed she was

attached to his security detail.

Cloudberry?

It's her password.

Does this strike you as the

proper time and place for this?

Arve Stop.

Idiot.

She filmed him at rallies...

at restaurants, at home.

Hi.

Do you want a ride?

No.

Bye.

The 8:
45 train to Bergen

leaving on platform five.

Oh, sorry.

This is the 8:
45

service to Bergen

which stops in Gol,

Finse, Voss and Bergen.

The next station is Gol.

Hi, Harry.

Hi.

Hiding in the playroom, are we?

Yes.

Don't worry,

I'm getting off at the next stop.

Going far?

Bergen.

Ah, rather you than me.

Then again, I'm attending

a three-day conference on

bio-identical hormone restoration.

I thought you were a plastic surgeon?

Well, you know...

Cosmetic surgery needs

to move with the times, too.

We're swapping the scalpel

for hormone replacement therapy.

If you can slow down

the aging process...

there won't be any

need for face-lifts, will there?

I'll bear that in mind.

So, how's the prescription working?

Sleeping like a baby.

Splendid.

So, you, you canceled the Oleg thing?

The school trip?

Weren't you supposed to...

Oh, sh*t.

- Sh*t!

- I'm sorry, Harry, uh...

- I'm sure he's fine.

- Oleg, you coming?

Come on.

He knows how busy you are.

Sh*t.

Look, look, y-you're

not his father, Harry.

What does that mean?

Well, uh...

I don't have to be

his father to care about him.

I'm trying to say that...

it's a big enough responsibility

for a real father, isn't it?

Let alone you and me.

I'm sorry, Harry.

No.

Did you hear from him?

Why can't I go?

Can I go with you?

It's done!

Hi, Oleg, it's Mathias.

You know what, uh, I forgot to

check my messages last night, and...

Harry called to say that

he couldn't make your trip.

No, I know.

No, h-he couldn't get through

to you or you mom, apparently.

No, it's totally my fault, Oleg.

Yes... yes... I'm sorry.

Sorry, Oleg... yes...

Yeah.

So, I'll see you in a few days, then...

when I'm back from the conference.

You didn't have to do that.

Ready? That's it.

Hey, Aasen, someone here

to speak to you.

Aasen.

My family owned

all of these buildings.

And that house over there, too.

Arve Stop worked for us back then.

He was uh, bright, ambitious.

My father really believed in him.

The business wasn't going very well,

so we, uh, offered him a stake.

And within a year,

he had forced us out.

Sold the land for a fortune.

Have any of my colleagues

been in touch with you recently?

A young lady?

No.

I look at this picture now...

See Laila staring at him.

I had no idea at the time.

Family man, eh?

Do you remember the name

of your wife's doctor?

Sure. Morton Freiberg.

Did she... ever see someone

called Vetlesen?

Vetlesen? No.

Dr. Idar Vetlesen.

No.

Any idea where I might find the

officer who's in charge of the case?

Rafto? H-he died.

Yeah, h-he died around

the same time.

Detective Rafto.

Can you connect me

to Haukeland hospital?

What is this?

Am I under arrest?

A cake?

I need some information on a patient.

Laila Aasen.

No, I don't-listen to me.

I don't know the admitting doctor.

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