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What are we celebrating?

I don't know...

That I've been kicked off the investigation, maybe.

Or that absolutely no one wants anything to do with me...

You can take your pick.

Classic Maja Angell, in other words. Cheers!

Cheers!

-What do you mean? -With what?

"Classic Maja".

No... People used to say "here comes the storm", you know.

And that's me? So people talked?

Yeah. This is a small place.

And then there was the accident...

"Accident".

That word has haunted me all my life.

"Accident", "accident". I'm so fucking tired of that word.

Yeah, it affected our little family, and the whole community.

I was just the “cousin of the guy who drove himself to death”.

I can't imagine what it was like for you.

After a while you stop thinking about it.

-Do you really? -Yes.

Otherwise I'd become like my mum.

Who becomes addicted to grief. And uses it as

an excuse to pop a load of pills.

But maybe that's okay, I don't know.

We're just pretending she has Alzheimers.

How old were you?

Ten years old? When you moved in with us.

Yeah, I was going to be in two, three days?

No. A month, at least.

Really? So long?

I liked having a little sister.

You turned our whole house upside down.

We needed it then. It was like a whirlwind.

What did people say, Eivind?

That your brother was depressed.

That he took his own life?

What did you think? You were as good as best friends.

Yeah, we hung out a lot.

The thought crossed my mind, like every one else.

Can't you join us? Please.

I've said what you're working on, and they're

dying to hear about serial killers and stuff.

No, you can just go and sit with the boys.

Okay.

Yes, okay.

But did he have any usual route he runs, or?

No, I understand.

He didn't talk about going away?

I don't think we have anything in that street, but

listen, I'll check it out and then call you back.

Yes, but thank you very much for calling.

Yes, bye.

A jogger has gone missing.

So I understand.

Not our district. It's in Djupelv's.

So we ignore it then?

Just like with all the others. We just forget they every happened?

Look another way?

What is it with you at the moment, Johan?

-You understand very well what it is. -No, I don't understand.

To be completely honest, I'm starting to get a little worried, Johan.

You need to stop it now.

They're sitting on their fucking comfy chairs in Oslo and

drawing up new police districts now after the county merger.

Every day they call from the directorate and demand numbers.

There's a full battle between the districts up here

and those with the best numbers win.

What kind of numbers are you talking about?

I don't know, all sorts of damn numbers.

Ongoing cases. Resolved cases. Closed cases.

That's why Djupelv is trying to push an open case on us.

Right? So that's how it really works?

Mhm, and those with the worst numbers are

the black sheep, and right now it looks like that's us.

Yeah, so we should just stop doing police work, or what?

We should stop producing new cases.

We'll do what the hell we can to dress up the statistics, otherwise...

Otherwise what?

We won't have a police station here.

Anyway, Johan... We have a report of a missing jogger.

We can't magically make it go away. We have to look at it.

You leave it until we have a formal inquiry.

Hi, this is Erik.

I'm standing in a burnt down building here.

We have a missing jogger so I went out to take a look.

And then I found this.

It's just across the district border, by the road to Djupelv.

There are no houses here and the river is too high for fishing,

so no one has seen anything and reported it.

Huh? No, I dont know. I've never been here before.

So could you check the system? See if anyone's reported a fire.

No, I know. I think it's strange if this just suddenly started

burning by itself.

Yes. Lets keep this on the down low.

You don't need to involve Johan.

No, but he's just getting worse and worse.

You don't have to say anything to him.

Yeah. Good. Bye.

Fuck...

Erik!

-Why don’t you answer when I call? -Maja, it’s the middle of the night.

I need help accessing a case. A car accident on July 14th, 1999.

Car accident? Does this have anything to do with the other cases?

-No. -No, but Maja...

Anyway, I think I should be

allowed an insight into the case, considering I'm close family.

It was my brother.

What’s going on with you? Have you been drinking?

Can you help me or not?

What's she going to do with that case?

She has a right of access to her brother's case, doesn't she?

Yeah, but it's not that straight forward.

It's got something to do about parenting.

It's got something to say how close relations they are.

And her personal interests in this?

Plus, the deceased is entitled to protection.

It's not something we can just hand over like that.

I hear what you’re saying, Johan. But anyways...

Erik, I know Maja Angell’s family much better than you.

-And it's dark stuff. -Okay?

It's like that, some families get all the crap, so that the rest

of us can have a good time.

What the fuck does that mean?

Let it go. Protect the poor girl from herself.

So that she doesn't end up like her mother.

Hi.

There are some pretty horrible pictures here.

I'm not sure if you want to see them.

Look, Maja. I've looked at the case thoroughly.

And this here, is an ugly head-on accident.

There is nothing to indicate that it was anything other than

an accident. I know there are rumours.

But, your brother was young, he was driving too fast.

This is not what a suicide looks like.

But I found something else.

You can say what you want about the police

in Nerbygd, but they archived almost everything.

So this is your file.

-I have my own file? -Mhm.

Let’s see.

Here we have Maja Angell, 18 years old.

Noise disturbance in downtown. Shouted at the police.

-Arrested and released. -Yes.

And here we have Maja Angell, 16 years old.

I remember this. A readers article.

Corruption allegations against the mayor and police chief.

That's impressive.

Who knows, maybe you hit the nail on the head?

So they took note and put it in the archive?

Of course.

And then...

Here's a message of concern from the Child Welfare Service.

“Reported to have been held,

bound and inappropriately touched”.

The message was routinely sent to the police.

But.. They closed the case.

Position of the evidence, and so on.

September 1999.

As I understand it, it's right after your brother died.

What is it you’re searching for, Maja?

Why was this not properly investigated?

Maja, I know that the cases we've been looking at lately might

bring up some old memories. But you can't start mixing your

own stuff into this. Not in the Sofie case.

It's not good for you, it's not good for anyone.

I just don't understand. What you're looking for?

Why wasn't this dealt with?

Yes? No, I understand.

I'll meet you there.

Okay, bye.

See you. Okay?

Thanks.

What's going on?

Did you know that I have a file with the police?

About all the crap that happened when I was growing up here.

You know what they say about psychologists?

That they're experts on everyone else,

but have zero selfawareness. That's funny, right?

The last place you search is yourself.

You point to everyone else, everything around,

but maybe the answer has been there all along.

Right in front of you.

Maja, I don't follow.

Come and sit here, and we'll talk about it.

How long did Uncle and Auntie have to take care of me

after Petter died?

I don't know, there was so much going on here at that time.

Two weeks maybe?

I was exposed to something there.

Who called the Child Welfare Service?

I don’t know. I don’t remember.

Why was the case not followed up?

There was so much that happened right then. I don’t know.

Everything was about Petter. And that fucking accident.

That you both... or you! Just sent me away.

We had to. You're mum became very sick. She was very sick.

And you were... ten years old.

It was best for everyone. You couldn't stay here anymore.

A little girl. Living with strangers.

Strangers? They were your family.

No adults watching over me.

Everything was chaos.

I was the perfect victim for him.

Who?

Someone.

He's always been there.

In the background. Like a shadow.

I've been looking for him my whole fucking life.

And I'll find him.

Is that why you’ve come back here? To find out those cases?

What if it's the same man? Who took Sofie's life.

He was perverted even then, but he was allowed to continue in silence.

Because no one sees the connections.

And no one gives a fuck about listening to a little girl.

-You can't talk like that. -As usual.

Maja, this is a totally unlikely theory.

Remember that you were ten years old.

Memories can play tricks on you. And you were grieving.

You didn’t believe me?

Who ensured that the case was not followed up?

Was the report withdrawn?

Who was it?

-I don't remember. -Was it mum?

No, I don’t think so.

Fuck, Dad. Why do you think I was a troublemaker?

Why do you think they called me "the storm"?

Is it too much to ask to be believed by your own Dad?

Why do you think I'm never here?

Because this place has sucked out my soul since I was a little girl.

And now, I have a fundamental lack of trust in other people.

And who do you think took that trust away from me, Dad?

-Now listen here, Maja.. -How did it happen?

I know that I should have dealt with this.

That I should have figured it out. Figured it all out.

I should have been the responsible one. But then...

Then a priest came to the door with a message that changed

our whole lives, and everything became chaos.

Me and Mum, we... we handled it...

but then she just disappeared.

I didn't know what happened to her.

I didn't understand what happened, and I didn't know how

I could have done things better.

I didn't know what I could have done differently.

No, so then you did nothing.

-Where are you going now? -Now she's going to talk!

Maja? Maja!

-Hi! -Hi.

-Yes? -I checked all reports and channels.

No one had reported the fire, except for a few Germans in a campervan.

They saw some smoke, and called 113, but they didn't

know where they were, so nothing was done.

These firefighters have found something.

You've found something?

Yes, you're looking for a jogger, right?

Yes.

What is that?

-Are those bone remains? -Yes, it looks like it.

Hi, Johan. Something's happened...

I'm out at the site of the fire. Listen...

It looks like we've found the jogger.

In the ashes, yes.

Johan, I like this as little as you do.

Yes.

But fuck, Johan. This looks like it was murder by fire.

Yeah... Yeah, I know that.

Yeah.

Johan?

Johan?

What is that?

Something we found that was lying a bit on the outside.

What happened to me?

Mum, I know that you can hear me.

Maja. Maja.

Why did I have to live with Uncle and Auntie?

Can you not just...?

I lost the case.

Because I’m apparently too involved.

Personally. Privately. I don’t know.

Yes, I know.

Yeah, I know what you...

Everyone is just trying to stop me. Is that why you’re calling too?

No, it’s not like that. I didn’t. No, I didn’t.

Someone is coming as well.

Why are you calling just to...

Okay, I’ve gotta go.

No, I’m not lying. Someone’s here. I’ve gotta go.

Oh, no. But thank you.

I understand that you're investigating the Sofie case?

Not any more.

-What’s your name again? -Elle.

Us girls, Elle.

We face resistance and shit wherever we turn.

You can be sure that there'll always be a bastard who

wants to keep you down. It doesn't matter where you go,

or what you do, you can not escape from it...

I think that's why Sofie left.

Did you know here?

No, she was a couple of years older than me.

But everyone knows everyone so...

That's why you have to just get away. This places destroys us.

Are you over eighteen?

Give me your glass. Have a bit of wine. Come on.

What's going on with the investigation now?

Honestly, I don’t know. Maybe I dont even care.

Look here.

That's my brother.

He died in that car crash twenty years ago.

They believe.

But there's always something.

Far back there. A demon.

A bastard. Some shit.

And you're the only one who doesn't see it.

I think I’ll go now.

Thanks. Thanks for the wine.

Hi Dad.

Its me.

No, everything's fine!

I just wanted to call in case you were worried.

I'm still in Nerbygd.

Yes, it's a long way from home.

Dad? I know you're mad at me, but I think I'm going to...

come home again soon. If that's okay?

I love you too. Talk to you soon.

Bye.

It looks like someone has installed a surveillance camera.

Listen, I think we do the ground work, before we contact

special forces and Tromsø.

-Check if it was online? -Yes.

Everyone who works with camera surveillance must have

permission from us.

There are some Tromsø companies.

And the smaller local ones are

Bardufoss Safety.

Bardufoss... Safety.

Then we have Aurora Alarm.

Aurora Alarm.

And... North Security.

Which of these is the one that delivers the XR400?

Wait a minute. Not Bardufoss Safety.

Neither does Aurora Alarm.

North Security has the XR400.

Contact North Security in the morning, and find out

whether we can watch that stream.

They may have something relevant before the fire.

Lets still keep this on the downlow.

Don't mention anything to the others.

See you in the morning.

I've been in the North of Finnmark a lot. And across the border

to Sweden and Finland.

I run a small business, so...

Oh? What kind of business?

We operate alarm systems. House alarms, surveillance equipment,

things like that.

Where I'm from, people don't even lock the doors.

No? Maybe I should give you a sales pitch now?

I bet before we've crossed the district border, I've managed

to sell you a house alarm and a full package.

No. I'm from a small village where everyone knows each other.

No, right?

You think it's just nice people, and nothing bad can happen?

But I can tell you that horrible things can happen anytime, anywhere.

That's the worst thing. That people get away with it.

With what?

Crime. Violence. Murder...

It shouldn't be like that.

Maybe it's easier than you think.

To get away with it?

To kill.

What do you mean?

That it's simple.

Norway is a very trustbased country.

We trust each other. And we trust that we care about each other.

And that we're all pretty much the same.

And we trust the system, that it works and that it'll

capture everything and everyone.

But maybe it's not like that.

Maybe there are cracks and holes, deviations,

dark wrinkles and hooks.

So maybe you need to be a little more careful.

Can we find a place to stop? I just need to go to the bathroom.

I think...

I think I want to get out now.