The Snowman Page #5

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while I was away.

Magnus!

Yeah, sure.

When was this taken?

Two days ago.

- No, no. I'm late...

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

to get her to school.

I have to get to work.

I'm sorry. I have one quick

question I need to ask you.

- We have been over this...

- I know.

hundreds of times.

I know we have been over this

a hundred times,

but I need to sort something out.

Dr. Vetlesen was not

working at the clinic

the day your wife

was supposed to see him.

He wasn't there..

So she got the date wrong.

- How...

- Daddy!

Josephine, in the car.

How the hell am I supposed to

remember what day we saw him?

Sir, I'm just trying to find your wife.

Please help me.

How the hell am I supposed to

remember what day we saw him?

Sir, I'm just trying to find your wife.

Please help me.

How the hell am I supposed to

remember what day we saw him?

Sir, I'm just trying to find your wife.

the hell am I supposed to

remember what day we saw him?

Sir, I'm just trying to find your wife.

- what day we saw him?

- Sir...

- what day we saw him?

- Sir...

Yes, I want all those files.

Give me your car keys.

- What?

- And your phone.

Yes?

You told me Vetlesen was your

wife's doctor when we spoke.

And that you had no idea

why she'd gone to see him.

Yes.

But you told my colleague

you both went to see him.

She must have misheard me.

She recorded the interview.

Darling, go back inside.

I'll come in in a minute, okay?

Good girl.

She isn't mine.

Birte and I were trying

for another child.

We thought it might

save our marriage.

We had blood tests done in the

clinic for hormone treatment.

And it came out that...

she wasn't mine.

I am infertile.

Always been infertile.

Can't have children.

But she is mine.

Do you understand?

How can I not love her?

But you didn't see Vetlesen

the day you found out?

No, we saw some

hormone specialist.

Visiting consultant.

Do you know his name?

Yes?

Just a second.

Damn it.

I said I'm coming.

You never called.

Is Oleg back?

What? Oleg?

He-he's at school.

And Harry?

Is Harry here?

No.

No?

How did he convince you

to give him those pills?

He didn't.

You didn't have to do it for me.

I didn't do it for you.

It was never about you.

I'm outside his house.

I can't reach Rakel.

Send someone to her apartment.

Oleg.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Why do you have Mom's phone?

Come on.

You and I have more

in common than you think.

I didn't know who

my father was either.

Magnus, track Rakel's phone.

Sorry, I...

All right.

Okay, Harry, we just

picked up a signal.

Heading west towards Telemark.

It is a red Volvo, registered to a

Mathias Lund-Helgesen...

Rjukan, 2421.

The house is pretty remote.

There-there's an access

road, but that's it.

And there's a big

lake around it.

Helicopters are grounded

because of the weather.

But Delta is on their way.

Anything on Mathias' family?

Okay, I've got something here.

Jonas Lund-Helgesen, former

police officer, lost his job in '89.

A scandal involving

a woman drowning in a car.

Probable suicide.

She had a son.

Stop!

Father, unknown.

Please!

He was sent to an orphanage.

Who led the investigation

into the woman's disappearance?

Some local talent in village nearby.

What's his name?

Jonas Lund-Helgesen.

Jonas. No.

Please, stop!

Harry?

Harry!

We've lost him.

Sit down, Harry.

Pass me the gun.

I didn't think you'd find me.

Perhaps the pills helped after all.

I spoke to Filip Becker.

What's going to happen

when Josephine Becker finds out

he isn't her father?

She'll still love him.

Wrong answer.

Let's try again.

Was it right for Sylvia Ottersen

to kill her unborn child...

simply because she couldn't

keep track of who the father was?

That was her choice.

Too short.

Maybe she was afraid.

What about you, Harry?

You have a woman who loves you.

A boy who's devoted to you.

Why did you abandon them?

They deserve better.

Too easy.

Because I'm selfish.

I'm an addict.

There isn't enough room for them.

You know, when I first saw

your picture in the papers...

with all those medals...

I thought, "That man

must have a perfect family."

And here you are.

Last question.

This boy...

who doesn't even know

who his father is...

who's had to put up with

so many men like you and me...

taking his place.

Does his mother deserve to live?

Why don't you ask him?

You all right?

Kill him.

Kill him.

Kill him!

Come on!

I'm ready!

I'm here!

Come on!

I know why you blame her.

You've been wrong

the whole time.

It wasn't her.

It wasn't you mother

who didn't want you.

It was your father.

It would have been better for him...

had you not been born.

The pathologist detected traces

of the drug ketanome.

And the direct cause of death

was drowning...

as the result of blood

filling her lungs.

24 stab wounds were found

in her mouth...

all at regular intervals...

and at the same depth:

seven centimeters.

The pathologist can't determine

what kind of weapon was used.

And he's never seen

anything like it.

I'll take it.

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