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Blessed are you, Adonai our God. Sovereign of all.

Who hallows us with mitzwat,

Commanding us to kindle the light of the Shabbat.

-Did you go down to Miller's Court? -It was miss Kelly.

-They are taking her to the morgue. -And the other girls?

Most likely at the pub.

-Not on the sabbath... -I am sure the Lord will understand.

This man must be stopped.

At any cost.

Get off me!

What did they say?

They're setting sail for my old country in the morning.

Is there room for us on the ship?

If we give them a good time on the way over...

Would you rather end up like Mary Jane and the others?

-Can't you read the sign? -You listen to me, my friend.

This gentleman here is assisting the Scotland Yard.

-That nosey Jew is here again. -Bloody hell.

Do you think he might be Jack?

Despite complaints against the man who claims to be King Olaf,-

-the American video sharing service will still not shut down the channel.

Olaf Haraldsson fell at Stiklestad in 1030, according to history.

But the man claims someone else died in his place.

That was the morning news...

This is U-05 calling Sierra 3.0.

-Sierra 3.0 responding. -This is U-05.

We have a possible drug overdose in the old service tunnel at Tøyen.

I'm on my way. Over and out.

Workadaptation ongoing

The Citizen! Buy it here.

They're littering the streets, and they molest our women!

-Rough start? -You're fucking right it was.

Not going to bitch about being paired with the viking again?

I'm realising you're the kind of pain I have to live with.

-Kind of like my haemorrhoids. -Are you reaching out to me, Wenche?

If you like being compared to a bloody lump in my anus, fine by me.

Yes?

It's in here.

Fuck.

-Is this the only entrance? -I'm afraid so.

Call in the team. This is not an overdose.

How would you describe your mental state after becoming clean?

Completely fine.

The reason I'm dwelling on this now is that,-

-when you quit, you showed signs of a behaviour that was quite...

-Well, how should I put it? -Paranoid?

So, you no longer believe the government broke into your flat-

-and stole a hard drive you got from the Neo-Luddite community?

That was most likely a hallucinogenic bi-product of going cold turkey.

That almost sounded like something right out of a psychiatry textbook.

Am I not allowed to try to analyse my own problems anymore?

Investigations of the woman's hair and teeth-

-indicate that she's a beforeigner of 19th century origin.

She was without ID papers, and we got no hits in the database,-

-so for now, we have no identity for her.

She is most likely unregistered or has entered the country illegally.

-Do we have a motive? -No. It's too early to speculate.

Many things indicate that the woman was involved in criminal activity.

Do we have any relevant observations of a possible perpetrator?

Look. The shaft continues from where we found the woman-

- to the tunnel on the eastern side. -Okay?

We must get down there to map out if there are witnesses in that part.

That'll have to wait until tomorrow. I need to feed Anton.

-Do you feed your husband? -I wish. Anton is a cat.

I just had him castrated, so he's pouting a little lately.

See you at the crime scene tomorrow morning. Bye!

Fish alarm!

Here's the fish.

It's super...

Yes, Lars...

If it was up to me, we would have reinstated you immediately.

But that's not happening?

The new health professional consultant is a stickler for rules.

She insists on further evaluation before granting your license.

But let's not be negative.

The department got a new murder case.

I persuaded the Chief of Police to hire you as an external consultant.

-External consultant? -It is a new beginning, Lars.

When you contribute in the way we both know you can,-

-it's a matter of time before you're working full time again.

What type of case are we talking about?

Woman found dead in subway tunnel

-Have you heard from Alfhildr? -No, why?

I was supposed to meet her by the tunnel at Tøyen. She never showed.

-She's not picking up when I call. -There's surely explanation.

What if she went to follow up on the case and something went wrong?

Do you need help with something?

-Alfhildr? -What the fuck?

Lars? Knock down the door, will you?

-Hi. -What are you doing?

The lock won't work. I've been here since this morning.

-That's not a full answer. -Cut the small talk.

I'm dying from thirst. There's water in the can underneath the bench.

The key has snapped.

-You don't have pliers or something? -At the petrol house.

But first... I need to piss.

No, please.

I'm a big girl, Lars. I'm not pissing in the bed.

There's a bucket in the loo.

Yes...

Roll down my panties.

Good!

-There. -No, that's not working.

You have to hold it. It's coming.

Sorry. I'm aiming as good as I can.

-Does that sound mean we're done? -Yes.

Thanks!

Okay. Now, can you tell me what the deal was?

I've been struggling with some kind of sleepwalking.

-I wanted to film what's going on. -Not the bucket session, I hope.

If it was, I'll delete it.

The images in my head are harder to get rid of.

Are you coming back to work?

Yes, I'll be a consultant on the knife murder.

What's been going on with you?

-Nothing in particular. -Come on.

I haven't heard from you in several moons.

Are you back on the drops? What is it, then?

-Are you still seeing visions? -Okay, I have a suggestion.

If you stop questioning me, I won't mention that thing to the others.

-Going straight back to lying again? -It's true.

What's it going to be? Are we going to the station to confess our sins?

Or shall I drop you off at a locksmith? It's up to you.

Take me to that goddamn locksmith.

Fuck!

-Busy today. -Potential witnesses from the tunnel.

-I heard you found Alfie? -Yes, she'd just overslept.

She's coming straight to the appointment with Oddvar.

-Had to freshen up a little. -Freshen up?

I didn't even know the woman used soap.

We can confirm that the woman is from the 19th century.

Geographical affiliation is still unconfirmed.

But hopefully a toxicology test will give us a pointer.

Did you get anything from the knife wounds?

The killer knows how to use a knife. The cut on her throat is precise.

The person also has knowledge about anatomy.

If you look at the genital area, the clitoris has been removed.

What's the clitoris?

I guess someone hasn't met Prince Charming yet.

What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Spit it out!

-What is it? -Well, Oddvar, you're the expert.

I think you should take this conversation.

The clitoris is a part of the female genitalia-

-that gives pleasure when stimulated.

-You haven't heard of orgasms either? -I know more than you, at least.

Can we have the discussion about who's had the most orgasms later?

Thank you.

If you look at the belly here...

-Hello? -Hi!

-I need your help. -Of course.

Could you set up an appointment with the sorceress you mentioned?

-Yes, how come? -I have to see her, tonight.

-Today? That's short notice. -Listen, Tore.

I have this sleeping thing that bothers me.

-I have to get it fixed. -I'll see what I can do.

Attention: This is a reminder that spitting, urinating or-

-throwing rubbish indoors is prohibited and will be fined.

Are you who I think you are?

I am Olaf Haraldsson.

-Skitr. I dig your YouTube channel. -I'm pleased to hear that.

Can we take a group selfie?

Not in here.

These are the official colour codes for establishing identity.

Green identities are available. Anyone can claim those.

It continues like that up the scale.

The identity you are trying to claim, is the red one.

Which means it potentially offers considerable benefits.

And it is therefore strictly protected.

I don't give a shit about your colours.

I am Olaf Haraldsson. King of Norway.

I'll put it plainly. Your naming application was denied.

But what about the contemporary witnesses?

My woman sent you a list.

With many names that can confirm that I am who I am.

Most of the people on that list are registered with zero memory level.

We get that you have just recruited some pipsqueaks online.

-It's time to drop the act, okay? -Now, you should tread carefully.

A simple Saracen has no right to talk to the greatest king of Norway-

- in that manner. -Saracen? Now I've heard that too.

You have not only misunderstood who I am.

You have misunderstood what I am.

What are you, then?

The sword God uses to punish his enemies.

And I'm a case worker with senior authority in naming cases.

So, I guess we can agree we're both real badasses.

Ingrid! Your dad is here.

Sturla Are you there?

-Hi, dad! -I just started.

Okay...

Something wrong? You seem completely out of it.

No. It's just been a little stressful with the beginning of term and stuff.

I see you started on that one. I didn't manage to fix that.

-Hi. -Greetings.

I don't mean to be rude, but that's my milk.

There's a whole page missing here.

Hi.

Hi. Lars Haaland. I'm Ingrid's father.

-Is Madeleine in her room? -I think so.

-Hey! How did it go? -No.

Without my name, I'm nothing.

Listen. What if I just tell the world how we met?

-Then no one can doubt it. -That won't work.

The people in power now don't like talking about stuff like that.

You have to remember that people in power-

-are different here than in the old times.

The people in power are the same in all times, sweetie.

In all times.

What the fuck? Did you get a pet pig?

-Something like that. -I see.

It's for autumn blót sacrifice.

I'm just happy to have a job and don't ask too many questions.

You're not going to blab?

I am not that much of a cop. Is the volva ready?

Yes.

Greetings.

The Hound tells me you walk in your sleep.

-That's right. -How often?

Normally there are weeks in between.

But lately it's been more frequent.

Do you think I have the temporal sleeping disease-

-or whatever it's called?

You don't have that.

Are you sure?

The sleep sick have death in their eyes.

While yours are glimmering.

There must be other powers loose in you.

What powers?

That's what we're going to find out.

Do you need blood?

No. Spit will do.

I see a girl from the sea.

She is wearing a luminous vest.

Where does this strange girl come from?

Wait.

What has Tore said?

Don't break the vision. I can feel something.

-Stop. -Let me feel inside you.

Are you deaf? I said stop.

-Finished already? -You promised not to tell anyone-

-about the life jacket memory. That memory must have been false.

-I haven't told anyone. -So how does the volva know?

She's proably had a vision.

If it was a true vision, she would've seen with my eyes.

Her words were from another gaze. That means you've talked.

I didn't talk, okay?

There must be another explanation.

Kurukhés?

-Good? -Yes. Did you get the medicine?

-I had forgetness. -Okay...

It's just that I'm all out, you see.

I take fix. I take fix tomorrow.

Thank you.

Good morning, Lars. Can I help you?

There is a knife murder in England that we need classified info about.

It's a possible link to our case. Who should I contact?

Just send it to me. I'll forward the request to our English colleagues.

We're going to have to do this consultation nice and slow.

Our colleague unfortunately fell into a bucket of mead last night.

-Did you stay out late? -Do you see what I have to deal with?

Where are we on CCTV from the area around the Tunnel of Tears?

It's not looking too promising.

No footage from one of Oslo's most central areas?

There was a power outage in the server park where files are uploaded.

But I'll try to recover it.

Did you ask to contact Scotland Yard about a possible serial killer?

Yes, I came across a murder in London with several similarities.

With such a brutal disfigurement of the victim, we should...

You can't suggest a serial killer to another country's police authority-

-without first conferring with Alfie and me.

You're an external consultant.

We're the ones left with the crap if this is cry wolf.

Wenche's got a point.

It would have been better to run it by us first.

Are you also filled with envy when you look at this warrior?

Can't say that I am.

Rather my head on a stick, than a life without honour.

Excuse me. You don't happen to know where the souvenir shop is?

We're not guides. We're real vikings. Get lost.

Who's the guy? Anyone we know?

It's apparently not a man, but a woman.

-What? -A woman?

How do the present-timers know that?

Do they have her cunt on display somewhere as well?

They don't need her cunt.

They figure out all kinds of things from the bones.

It's something called DNA.

DNA?

Can the present-timers find kinship in the bones as well?

That's my impression.

-What the hell... -What?

Why haven't you told me this before?

This is the answer.

What answer?

My son... King Magnus.

I know where he's buried.

Listen! Judgement day has arrived!

We are the children God forgot!

There is no use in seeking shelter, because the storm...

Could you run by the bakery?

It looks like we'll be having some important visitors.

-Mr Eriksen, I assume? -Great to meet you.

-This is Mr Rubinstein. -Welcome.

-Scones? Tea? -No, thank you.

No, thank you.

Okay, let's... When you're ready, please.

I am Precious Clark, Chief Investigative Officer-

- in the London Metropolitian Police Service.

And this is special consultant mister Rubinstein.

I would like to begin by commending you for flagging us.

It must have taken a keen investigative mind to see the links-

-between our cases. My compliments to you, Mr Eriksen.

Well, it was more of a team effort.

Good. Well, let's get down to business.

Last summer, there was an unregistered arrival near Brighton.

A timeigrant presumed to have 19th century origin.

Resisted entering the arrival program by threatening a local harbor gurad.

With a razorlike object.

A warrant was issued on him, but he was never apprehended.

When this woman was found in an East End massage parlor-

-a few months later, we connected the murder to the undetected arrival.

You see, the killer's modus operandi-

-has striking similarities to a case from my time of origin.

-What case was that? -The so-called Whitechapel Murders.

Are you saying that Jack the Ripper has timeigrated?

That's our primary hypothesis, yes.

And now you believe that Jack the Ripper is here, in Oslo?

-That remains for her to tell us. -Her?

The victim.

Do you have any suggested research on the original Ripper case?

This is where you should start.

Okay. How is this relevant to the investigation?

Relevance comes in many disguises.

I didn't want to seem like an idiot, but my English is not that great.

Who the fuck is "Check Dripper"?

I'll try to explain on the way.

My original report was in Norwegian.

But we are having it translated as we speak.

-To sum up my main findings, I... -Please.

Be quiet while I examine her.

What do you think?

He is here. No doubt about it.

A bit more in the corner, maybe. It's going to be so great.

-Are you going out? -Yes. We're meeting Olav's guys.

-Wanna join? -I think I'll have a quiet evening.

I heard a certain weather presenter is joining in.

-All the more reason not to join. -What..? Was it that bad?

No. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just tired.

-That's fine. That's allowed. -Have fun.

Thanks.

That's completely fine. Okay.

You may put on a nice shirt and pretend to be normal.

But it doesn't change anything.

-Who are you? -You know very well, Lars.

-No... -My assistant told me-

-you can be slow sometimes.

I'm not quite following.

That bearded guy you've been talking to at night, works for me.

I am Odin.

-Odin the god? -Bingo.

Okay. I obviously need to get more of that medicine. Goodnight.

I decide when the night begins and when it ends.

The fire that burns.

The sacred fire that burns.

The sacred red flame.

Let it be our lodestar.

O noble Gods and loving Goddesses!

Need is burning.

Need lives.

Pure in its clarity.

Pure against the darkness.

Mr Eriksen told me you could assist me in printing some case files.

Need is burning. Need lives.

Need lives. Need is burning.

Need lives. Need is burning.

Need lives. Need is burning.

The fire that burns, the sacred red flame.

Let it be our lodestar.

O noble Gods and loving Goddesses!

Need lives...

You found her file?