All language subtitles for insomnia 1997 ES

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This is the captain speaking.

We're just now passing the
Arctic Circle which means

we're in the Land of the
Midnight Sun.

Please, sit still.

- What about your suitcase?
- Probably on its way to Murmansk.

- What is it like in the winter?
- The opposite, completely dark.

Take it easy.

- The light was red.
- It was green.

Yes, of course it was green.
My memory fails me.

Is everything all right?

- What about her clothes?
- She was naked.

- Nothing else?
- Just a necklace and two earrings.

- Where are they?
- They've been checked.

You'll have a preliminary
report tomorrow.

Where are they?

You came quickly.

What do you know
about the case?

She left a party in the middle
of the night, Saturday.

Found at the garbage dump
30 hours later. That's all.

Did she have a record?
Did you know her?

No...

But I saw her sometimes.

- Where?
- She lived in an apartment nearby.

Let's take a look.

We won't find anything, Tom.
He's even washed her hair.

Her hands and nails
were scrubbed too.

- Perfectionist.
- Even the best makes mistakes.

- How did you get here before us?
- Vacation... I have family here.

The police in Stockholm raided
an apartment building.

They stormed in fully armed.

He sat up in bed and shouted...
That's when they recognized him.

The chief inspector?

In a very intimate conversation
with the main witness.

Take your time.

- When did they meet?
-9 months ago.

Right after she moved to town.
They were together all the time.

They had an argument that night.

- Does he have an alibi?
- Not for late that night.

- Where did she get money?
- Grants...

Her parents are dead.

Dolce & Gabbana!
At least 6000 kroners.

She didn't need this.

Maybe it was exactly
what she needed.

- What do you mean?
- Boosts your self-confidence.

You need that when you're 17.

At least I did.

Don't forget this.

We'll call a press conference when
we have something to tell you.

He might have followed her
from the party.

An argument lead to a fight.
He panicked.

This murder is no accident.

It's been carried out
with too much knowledge.

You might be right about that...
What knowledge?

The way all clues
have been removed.

I'm glad you're here.
I'm told you are good.

When did you last see her...
Eilert?

- It's in the report.
- Yes, but I want you to tell me.

- At the party.
- Can you move over a bit?

These rooms are too small.

- What did you do at the party?
- The usual.

Drinking... Dancing... Partying.

Your friends told us different.

- What did they say?
- What do you think?

I don't know.
They're not my friends.

- Oh... why not?
- Because they're lying.

- What?
- They're lying!

Why are they lying?

- Were you Tanja's boyfriend?
- Yes.

- Nice girl.
- Tanja left the party...

...at a quarter past two.
Did you follow her?

- No.
- When did you leave then?

I stayed on for a while,
and then I went home.

Did Tanja like other men
to look at her?

Listen... I don't understand
fuckin' Swedish.

Me neither.

You got jealous. You argued,
and she ran off to someone else.

Bullshit.

Her clothes...
Do you know how much they cost?

She couldn't afford them...
and neither could you.

She saw someone else.

He gave her gifts.

Maybe she needed his attention?

You weren't enough, Eilert.

- Who did she go to?
- I don't know.

Come on.
Let's get this over with.

She went to some guy.
I don't know who he is.

- How do you know?
- I just found out.

How do you know?

Coffee?

I'm so fed up with
reviving dead people.

- It's what you make of it.
- No, it isn't.

You should've seen her clothes.
At least 60 dresses!

I once met a woman
with 50 pairs of shoes.

- What did she want them for?
- I have no idea.

Let's get this job
done quickly, Erik.

Oh... are we in a rush?

I applied for a job in Norway.
Not North Norway.

- I've been here before.
- I know.

- You do?
- Yes, you told me about it.

A post office robbery
in the spring of 1972.

Please don't knock on the counter.

- CID.
- And...?

Engstrom and Vik.

I thought maybe
I'd done something wrong.

Talk to him about that.

You must see a lot of
weird things.

- Working for the police, I mean.
- We see a lot of pretty things too.

Don't flirt with me.

- I'm on duty.
- So are we.

When you've been a policeman
long enough, nothin's weird.

Your luggage arrived before you.

Good.

I've nearly been here before.

It reminds me of a hotel
on the west cost

where we stay
when we visit my in-laws.

One morning we woke up
with a couple standing in our room.

I tried to get rid of them

but they insist that
it's their room.

Eva got really upset.

Yes. They insist
that it's their room...?

Room?

What interests did she have?
What dreams?

Who did she associate with?

Who did she want
to associate with?

Which teachers did she like
and dislike?

Which boys did she like?
Or maybe she didn't like?

Everything is equally important.

It's absurd that Tanja is gone.

It's hard to understand that
she won't be sitting here tomorrow.

Or next week...

Some of you like Tanja,
and some of you hated her

but none of you
will ever see her again...

Because she is dead... murdered.

What did she want?

- Who?
- Hagen.

What is it with you and Hagen?

Nothing.
The body of a 17 year old...

What did she want?

They've found Tanja's backpack.

- When did you find the bag?
- Two hours ago.

Outside an old shed near
the dump. Some kids found it.

- Why isn't Tom here?
- He's finished.

He's already checked it
for finger...

Where is he?

On his way to the shed.

Stop him.

Find out who she went
to the movies with.

Astrid, maybe the staff
remember something.

The Moment. Jon Holt...

"Pia falls in love with Thomas,

"but thinks he's hiding
something from her.

"A voice inside Pia's head
tells her

"how to get rid of the problem".

Anyone here
read crime novels?

Yes.

Nobody goes near the shed.

If the perpetrator thinks the
bag may reveal him,

he'll come and get it.

It was the same school bag
the murdered Tanja Lorentzen

had with her when she left
the party on Sunday morning.

It's not been found.
If you see or find such a bag,

then please contact the police.

It may contain clues which will
lead us to Tanja's killer.

Maybe he doesn't watch TV.

Oh, yes. There's nothing else
to do around here.

Am I upsetting you?

You probably hear
jokes like that all the time.

No.

He's here.

Wait till he picks up the bag,
then we follow him. Quietly.

Freeze! Police!

He went into the shed.

Let's get him.

You can't get anywhere now.
Please come out.

Zakariassen! Down to the sea,
and follow the waterline.

Erik, you take the hillside,

and when you reach the bay,
you go left.

Here... here... here...

- Which way did he go?
- There...

You said to the right...

You said to the right.

Then I found Zakariassen
laying between the stones and...

He pointed. I ran
in the direction he pointed.

Then I saw a figure
disappear behind a stone...

Then I slipped. I heard a shot,
and saw him running towards me.

First he shoots Vik, and then
he runs straight towards you.

What?

After he shot Vik...

Did the perpetrator run
straight towards you?

I suppose he didn't see me.
It was foggy.

And then?

When he saw me,
he turned abruptly and ran back.

I ran after him
down towards the sea.

Then he turned again.

Shot at me - missed -
and ran further.

That's when I spotted Erik
and stopped to... help him.

Describe the man you saw.

It's that fucking map's fault!

Every stone is marked on it,

but not the bunker
below the shed.

Yes, most unfortunate.

If I'd known about that tunnel,
I'd had a man down there.

We should always be armed,
like you do in Sweden.

- When will the autopsy take place?
- Tomorrow.

The bullet's in his spine.

The bullet is no good
without the weapon.

Don't worry.
One of your detectives

will handle the Vik case.

We need a special permit
to be armed,

and there was no reason
in this case -

as we couldn't imagine...

We heard you were the first
to arrive at the crime scene.

What did you see?

It was very foggy.

I was the first person
to reach the beach,

and found Vik lying there.

There was nothing I could do.

How does it feel to lose
a colleague like that?

Damn sad.

- Does it hurt?
- What?

You've been on the TV all night.

Did you work together
for a long time?

Just over a year.

- Weird.
- What?

He was standing there yesterday.

I wish I'd been nicer to him.

Don't worry. You could say
anything to him. He was...

Do you have masking tape?

- Masking tape?
- Masking tape.

- How does it feel?
- Well...

Like a horse kicked you?

I thought you came
to turn out the light.

Thanks.

- It was irresponsible.
- What?

To send you after him.
It was irresponsible.

The guy was armed.
How could we know?

Madman. Waving his arms
around before he shot.

- Did you see him shoot Vik?
- No, I didn't see anything.

It can't be easy.
He was a nice chap.

Have they removed the bullet?

It went straight through.
Just a flesh wound.

Good. We need you.

He knew it might be a trap.
That's why he was armed.

He's cold, calculating
and thinks

he's more intelligent
than the police.

His arrogance will lead him
to make a mistake.

Tanja's bag contains something
that may convict the killer,

or at least the killer thinks so.

We have to check its contents
more thoroughly.

We have to confront Tanja's
classmates with its contents

and knock on all doors

between the house of the party
and the crime scene.

Tom... your preliminary
conclusion.

Tanja Lorentzen died
of a cerebral hemorrhage.

We assume that she didn't
die instantly.

No sexual assaults.
No sperm.

Nothing.

He worked with Erik
for a long time.

I'll be handling the Vik case.

Good.

- We'll just have to do our best.
- Of course.

We shall remember Erik Vik

as a sociable
and proud policeman

with one minute's silence.

Something wrong?

He was lying on his stomach.
Not on his back.

- Was this where you found Vik?
- Yes.

Okay. Mark the spot
and take a photo.

We found this next to
where Zakariassen was.

Good. Make sure Tom
runs a match with the bullet.

Reminds me of a hotel
where we stay

when we visit my in-laws...

Then one morning we woke up,
and there's a couple...

- Do you have something to drink?
- Something strong?

Cognac?

Watch the reception desk.

- Do you like whiskey?
- Yes, sure.

- Cheers!
- I'm not allowed to do this.

Talk to strange men
in the middle of the night?

No.
We have to drink in silence...

How about you?

Don't you ever ask
anybody for permission?

Not to drink with you.

Don't you have a family?

No.

That's a pity...

It's nice to be alone too.

Do you have any sisters
or brothers?

No...

I once had a brother,
but he died when I was 11.

I don't know anybody
who has a dead brother.

It's not that strange.
I thought it was embarrassing.

When I came to school,
the others didn't know anything.

I didn't say anything.

But they must have
asked for him?

Yes, but I invented stories
about where he was

and what had happened to him.

As time went by the stories
got more and more unlikely...

I'd better go upstairs.

Your colleague was here
looking for you.

- Who?
- He didn't introduce himself.

- What did he look like?
- A bit older than you.

A bit rough...

I never remember how people look.
Just the impression they make.

- What impression did he make?
- A bit nervous.

Smiled all the time.

Did he leave a message?

He'd seen something.
He wanted to talk to you...

- Is it important?
- No, I don't think so.

Aren't you going to
finish your whiskey?

Another time.

Froya?

- You're Froya Selmer.
- You're the cop.

I have to talk to you.
Can you come over here?

You might've looked better
in a uniform.

- You went to that party.
- I was wasted.

Too wasted to remember
what happened?

Nothing happened.
That's why I got wasted.

- Was Tanja just as "loaded"?
- "Loaded"?

Drunk.

Nobody understood
anything you said.

Pardon?

- In the classroom.
- But you understood?

It's not the first time
I've met a Swede.

Was it Tanja's boyfriend
you spoke to?

Why did you ask
when you knew the answer?

- Will you come for a ride?
- A ride with you?

Don't you want to?

- May I smoke?
- No.

Show me something cool!

"Something cool"?

Something cool.

I don't know what's
cool any more.

Let me out!

Here you go...

Maybe you'd like me
to accompany you?

- I think you know.
- Know what?

Where Tanja got
all her nice clothes.

How should I know?

Did she have a better friend
than you?

Here, you see...

This is where they found her...
in a garbage bag.

Tanja had a relationship with
an older man. Older than me.

He paid for
her expensive clothes.

You told Eilert about him.

He would've found out anyway.

But you told him...
at that party.

She didn't have to go...
It was her own fault.

What's his name?
The man she was with?

I never spoke to him.

She was really weird about it.
Like it was something special...

having an affair with him.

- Who?
- An old pig.

Where did they meet?

She wrote him a letter.

She had read one of his books.
Was completely hooked.

What's his name?
The author.

Jon Holt.

That wasn't hard- was it?

I'll take you home now.

Yes... Engstrom.

I don't want any more visits.

Jon Holt... We have to meet.

No, not the two of us together.

I suppose you understand?

Why not?

Keep the police away from me,

and you'll sleep much better.

There are two pages
missing from the book.

- They've been torn out.
- What was written on those pages?

I went to Tanja's apartment
to check.

Did you find the pages?

I found another copy
of the same book.

- Must be a damn good book then?
- What was written on the pages?

A description of two young people
infatuated with one another.

So Tanja buys a new book because
two pages are missing.

No. The other book was signed

"To Tanja",
with Holt's own signature.

Well done, Arne.

We'll have to ask the author

if he remembers her.

Engstrom...
I need a word.

Yes, of course.

- Did Vik have any problems?
- Problems?

I just heard his memory
failed him.

No, he was
a very competent policeman.

I can't understand your
explanation at the reconstruction.

You said you were here
when the perpetrator shot at you.

Yes, exactly.

And that's where
you saw Erik Vik.

Yes.

I have compared the photos
with your statement.

It's not possible to see Erik Vik
in the water from the distance...

Not in heavy fog.

I might have been
a few yards closer...

- You must have been 15...
- We're chasing a killer.

Would you like to change
your statement?

You do it, if you want to.

Hello...
Let me take you to the hospital.

- Where does bus 27 go?
- Pardon?

Bus 27. Follow it!

Thanks for calling.

Have we met?

No...

but I've gotten to know someone
you used to know.

I know very few.

Thin, little girl...
with dark hair.

- No, I don't think so.
- Don't pretend.

You were stupid enough
to give her signed books.

My colleagues
are looking for you.

Oh, you mean the young girl
at the hotel reception...

She's a blond, isn't she?

Was it wise of you
to come to the hotel?

I needed some support.

But you're never there
during the night... she said.

She has nothing to do
with this.

No, but she's very cute...

Likes you, and... I can tell
these things straight away.

What's her name again?

I don't know.
You could have asked.

You look good on TV.
It's really strange...

I've always had such
deep respect for the police.

Yet sometimes one has to
alter the truth a bit.

An author understands that.

- Do you suffer from acrophobia?
- No.

I stood right behind you...
I saw you.

Saw you lift the gun
and shoot your friend.

But the bullet we have is from
your gun... You lost your gun.

There's never been
any weapons registered to me.

Couldn't you just
have admitted it?

A short suspension
and back to work,

everything as it used to be.

Nobody is perfect.

You did nearly
everything right.

Enticed her out to a deserted
place. Beat her to death.

Cleaned up after yourself.
Washed her...

Even washed her hair.

I've been doing those things
for 20 years.

Trying to imagine
what happens afterwards...

when you really cross
the line. What happens here.

The fiction became too boring...

When you've put
all the pieces together...

the account balances.
Nothing is missing.

You have complete control.
Complete control.

It's all just mathematics...

But it's impossible
to calculate such a thing.

You realize that afterwards,
when you've been there yourself.

- You know that...
- I know nothing of the sort.

What do you know
about her boyfriend?

- Who?
- Her boyfriend.

Eilert...

What about him?

We'll have to make up
a story about him.

Do you think it's him?

Well, he met Tanja
several times.

I'm looking for Froya Selmer.

Her parents don't know
where she is.

- Who?
- You know her, don't you?

- What does she look like?
- You spoke to her yesterday.

- What did she say?
- Not much. She was scared.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- I'm telling you now.

That's not good enough.
We have to cooperate.

I'm sorry...

Shall we go in?

Where were you
on the night of May 28th?

I'm always at home
during the night.

That's when I write.

- Were you alone?
- Yes, I like to be alone at night.

It's worse during the day.

- No alibi?
- I've never needed an alibi.

How did you get to know
Tanja Lorentzen?

She appeared at my door.
Strange girl.

She'd read one of my books.
Was very engaged in the story.

She thought there was
something wrong with my angle.

What was the book about?

Some youngsters who were
very co-dependent...

She has fantasies
about killing him to...

To get rid of him...
Read it yourself.

I did.

What kind of relationship
did you have?

She thought it was exciting
to meet an author.

Did you have sex?

She was about 15.

- Did you have sex?
- No.

Why not?

Why not?

I was like a father to her.
She had a lot of problems.

What kind of problems?

She didn't want
to talk about them.

So how do you know
she had problems?

She was always covered
in bruises...

On her arms... on her neck.
Everywhere.

Did you ever ask her why?

She fell down when she drank.

You think her boyfriend
knocked her around?

She had a lot of "bad luck".

You saw her several times.
Secret meetings.

Became a father to her.

But when she's murdered, you
don't even go to the police...

Come here...

I'll show you something.

Look here.

He can barely see you.

No... I suppose that's
just as well.

So he has something to look
forward to, you mean?

No, I think they're disgusting.

They're just a bit helpless.

- Where is their mother?
- She died.

- Don't touch me!
- I'm sorry... sorry.

I just wanted to show you
the kittens.

There is someone in the room.
I sit up in bed.

They insist it's their room.

Yes, they insist. The guy
threatens to throw me out.

I ask who the hell he thinks
he is. "Erik Vik" he says.

I say: "What?"
"Erik Vik, Oslo".

The reception mixed up
the bookings.

- Hope you'll clean up.
- That's what we're doing.

Here!

That's not mine!

Let me go!

Jonas... is everything okay?

I'm not sleeping well.

You're sick.

You've already made it all up
in your nasty mind.

You are so sick.

Don't make this worse.
We've found your weapon.

A bullet from it was found
in our colleague's chest.

What happened?
How did you get the gun?

I don't have a gun, damn you.

- Do you want an attorney?
- I haven't done anything...

I didn't do anything!

Back to Oslo's underworld?

No, I'm going home.
This was my last job in Norway.

How can you take it?

Take what?

Two bodies in one week.
I've had it up to here.

It made me think of you
seeing this year after year.

You get used to it.

You just have to avoid mixing
your job and your personal life.

What the hell do you want?

- Is everything okay?
- Of course.

- I don't know if I can trust you.
- What do you mean?

You're not quite sane.
You don't even sleep at night.

- Who told you?
- Tanja.

She visits me at night.
Doesn't give in.

What else did she say?

That you should be careful
who you team up with.

I should have known that.

You should be very careful
who you team up with.

Tanja should have
thought of that.

It was an accident.

She called me
in the middle of the night.

She was wild.
Her boyfriend had dumped her.

Do you understand?!
It was an accident.

Don't worry.
Everything's been taken care of.

She misunderstood.
I just wanted to comfort her.

But then I got so turned on.
She noticed.

Only once,
and that was too much.

- Calm down!
- She didn't bleed much.

She was just very tired.
I put her to bed.

Afterwards I tried to wake her,
but she just wanted to sleep.

She slept and slept and slept...

Calm down now!

That friend of yours...
Did he get too close to you?

Was that why you shot him?

Go away. There's nothing
you can do.

Get lost.

I know about a quiet place...

where I can write.

Nice to see you again.
We were worried about you.

Your parents didn't know
where you were.

Have you come
to tell us something?

She's going to drive me home.

Somebody's lying in this case.

Froya tells me quite
a different story about Tanja.

- Like what?
- Eilert never hit her.

Froya...
when did you last see Eilert?

Is that so important?

I'm just trying to clarify
her relationship with Eilert.

You're in love with him,

aren't you?

It was that writer.
He could get completely crazy.

Relax. Just get into the car
and I'll drive you home.

Eilert wasn't nasty.
He never was.

One more thing...

The fingerprints on the actual
gun were wiped clean but Tom

found one under the barrel
that didn't belong to Eilert.

That just proves that
someone else touched the gun.

I want Holt's fingerprints.

- I'll get a search warrant.
- I've already got one.

Good. Drive Froya home

and I'll see you at Holt's
apartment as soon as possible.

Nobody here.

We'll find him.
I'll put out an APB on him.

Take his toothbrush
to start with.

You'll probably find his
fingerprints on it.

Get some sleep.
You look tired.

Jon!

Calm down.
I've just come to talk.

I know it was an accident.

She started to laugh...
she just laughed.

I never touched her.

You buy her dresses
for 20,000 kroners

and take her to a shed
to fuck her.

Just once...
Just one single time.

She took my hand...

She touched my neck,
and then...

she touched me above my eyes.

She smelt so strange.

And she was very warm.
Too warm.

Didn't you manage?

I tried.

I don't want to listen
to that crap.

Wait!

I've rarely come across
a more calculated killer.

He planned every detail.
He even washed her hair.

It's wrong.
Holt's no killer type.

It could've been an accident.

He did shoot Vik.

Panic.

I'm glad you're the one
who was called in.

I have to admit you really
lived up to your reputation.

Never gives up...
Not until the case is solved.

Your spirit has been
an inspiration for all of us.

Engstrom...
Am I disturbing you?

No, come in.

What a surprise.

I've come to give you
something.

What?

I went back to the crime scene.
Found a cartridge case. A Norma.

That's a Swedish make.

- The Swedish police use them.
- Yes.

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