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For the artists in our region, who listen to the opera and to our show

and who might be feeling a little uninspired today...

...especially with the cold and gray skies...

I came across a quote, just the other day, and thought of you

It's from Jack London, who once said: "You can't wait for inspiration..."

"...You have to go after it with a club"

You're listening to CQRT, Radio Koda.

"Bringing the beauty of the world to the beauty of Koda Lake."

Something about that deer you don't particularly like, son?

No. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was... I was looking on my map and I hit it with my car.

And that wasn't enough?

No, I just didn't want it to suffer.

And you wouldn't call some guy pounding her head with a 20 pound rock 'suffer'?

No... - You wouldn't?

Well, yes I would... I would.

May I see some ID, please?

Denmark. Where is that, Europe? - Yeah, it's Europe.

So you're just passing through then? - Well actually I have a job here.

I'm teaching in Koda Lake.

Well then, you're best to learn your ABCs Mr Olafssen.

My what, sorry?

A: Around here we don't drive around not looking at the road.

B: We don't kill wildlife without a permit.

And C: We don't leave a dead deer just sitting roadside.

It tarnishes the look of an otherwise pristine roadway.

I don't understand. What am I supposed to do with it?

I don't give a red's ass what you do with it...

...but you leave it here, and I'll hunt you down

and make sure your stay in Koda is a short one. Understood?

Yes, sir.

Good day. - Good day.

You just heard the beautifully haunting voice of Diana Demeraux

in the sixth act of Mozart's "Magic Flute".

The Queen of the Night comes to her daughter after she tries to commit suicide...

...and gives her a dagger. She then encourages her to go and kill her lover.

It's so beautiful.

We are just so honored to have you with us finally, Mr. Olafssen.

Here you go. - Thank you.

I hope you find inspiration here.

Any work you do while you're with us would certainly raise the school's profile.

It might even put us on the map.

I must keep it focused on teaching, actually.

Ronny made it sound like you wanted to spend some time in the country. Try to...

...'stir the creative juices'.

I'm sorry... I'm sorry if you were mislead, but I won't be painting.

Of course. I didn't mean to be pushy...

I mean, it's not as if they have a viagra for artists, right?

We are just so pleased to have you with us.

Thank you. I'm very happy to be here and I'm really looking forward to start.

Alright.

Oh, there's one more thing. There is a man in your classroom. His name is Eddie.

Tall fellow. Quiet. Actually, he's a mute.

His aunt is one of our most important patrons.

We let him hang around as a kind of 'thank you', to her.

Okay.

Eddie.

And Sam, an empty pizza box is not a common avant-garde modernity.

You bring me garbage, and I will give you garbage for a grade. You got it?

Garbage is easy, guys...

An artist must be willing to sacrifice everything for their art.

Remember that we paint to put into images what we can't put into words.

Therefore, you should not overthink. You should feel.

It's good, it's good.

Do you mind if I take a look?

It's alright. It's alright.

Showing your work to the world can be hard. I know that.

This is really good.

You know what, this is exactly what I'm talking about.

Very good.

DEAR LARS, THOUGHT YOU MIGHT NEED THESE ...". LOVE, RONNY.

Hi, good evening. I'm sorry to bother you, it's just...

Lars Olafssen. Put it there, amigo.

Charles Tippings. We're colleagues.

Nice to meet you. Thank you very much. - Welcome to Koda lake.

Baby, come here a second. I want you to meet somebody.

I've seen your work. Pretty impressive stuff.

That HGO retrospective, huh? - Yeah, that was pretty cool.

But that was a long time ago. That was like ten years ago.

That's gotta suck. Hey baby.

Nancy Duncan. Nancy is an old student of mine.

Hi. - Lars Olafssen.

Wow, Olafssen. I love your work. - Thank you very much. Thank you.

Why don�t you come on and have a drink with us. - That's really kind of you, but...

Come on, one beer. Come on. - Look. I'm sorry, guys. No.

I really need to sleep.

Listen, just give us a second. Alright, Angel Pie? I'll be right there.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you guys. I was just here because of the dog.

It's not good enough. Is that it? - What? I was just here to...

Good. I used to paint too. Landscapes, that was my bag.

Wind-blown trees and Group of Seven-type shit.

I even sold a few to a chain of motels once time, so yes.

So you're not the only hotshot roaming the halls. - Look, man, I'm sorry...

Stay the fuck out of my way. Capiche?

Have a good day. See y'all tomorrow.

Thanks, guys.

Come here.

Bye.

It's not bad. It's not bad at all, actually.

It's pretty good.

I mean, you are not a Rembrandt, but what you gonna do, huh?

I'm just teasing, big guy.

Rembrandt.

Did you just throw that at me?

Alright, alright. Good, good.

Think you're the only one who can play that game, huh?

Don't you even think about it. Stop. Stop.

Excuse me.

Hi, Eddie.

Will you wait for me outside?

I'm so sorry, we were just uh...

I don't think we've really been introduced. My name is Lars.

I know who you are.

Eddie's aunt just passed away, so this is gonna be real hard on him.

I should go.

I don't. I think it's a really bad idea. He just got here.

There's no harm in asking him. - I...

Lars, we were just talking about you. - Yeah?

Thing is, until we find a permanent home for Eddy, he's gonna how to stay with someone.

And we were hoping that that someone could be you.

But... I mean, I hardly know him. - Exactly.

He needs to be with someone he trusts. No offense, Mr Olafssen, but...

...we don't even know what you're doing here. - That's not entirely fair, Lesley.

No, that's okay. Uhm...

I'm here to be part of the school.

That's great. Harry...

We've become quite dependent on Margret's help.

She left a will that stated that if we took care of Eddie...

...then her estate would go to the school.

Look, Harry...

He has to stay somewhere. - You know he has to be comfortable.

You know what? It's okay, I'll do it. - So that's a yes?

I'll be happy to take him in.

Fantastic. Fantastic.

Thank you, Mr. Olafssen. You will not regret this.

Thank you.

You can change your mind, if you want. - It's not a problem, really.

Here you go.

Don't worry, buddy. I wasn't gonna take that one.

Lesley did warn me about it. I was just...

I was just hoping that you would try some of my cooking.

Eddie?

Eddie?

Shit.

Fuck.

Eddie?

Hey, buddy.

Are you hurt?

Are you okay?

Eddie?

Hi, Mr. Olafssen. How are you? How's Eddie?

I think he ate a rabbit in the forest last night.

I see.

Please just have a seat.

I'll be right back.

I didn't think I had to tell you because it happened so long ago.

Eddie has always been... different.

But, when he was five shot his father shot himself...

...after accidentally running over his mom with a lawnmower.

She was trimming Jarva ferns with her walkman on and...

...Eddie saw the whole thing.

He never really got over it, and that's when the sleepwalking started.

Poor kid.

So you're telling me that Eddie eats small animals in his sleep?

It's not as bad as it sounds.

It sounds pretty bad.

It happened a really long time ago and it was only a couple of times...

...and it stopped, right? So...

Lars, if Harry finds out about this...

...that Eddie's doing it again, he'll have no choice but to disclose the information.

Eddie will be institutionalized, and the school will close.

I see. Don't worry. Don't worry.

Should I uh... Should I do something?

I mean, should I lock his door at night, or...?

Sure. If it will make you feel better, why not?

Okay.

Hey, buddy. Sorry about this.

It's just for your own good, so you won't...

...you know, do things, at night.

Okay, that's it.

What the fuck, Charles? You ask me to come over to look at the budget...

...and then you try shoving your tongue down my throat.

This is because of the Danish boy, isn't it? - What?

I just can't believe that you would fall for this whole 'star-painter'...

...who hits a dry spell and then slums it in the country-sides...

...so everyone can kiss his ass.

This has nothing to do with Lars. Get off.

Listen to me. Listen to me.

Listen to me when I'm talking... - Let go of me! I mean it!

Lesley.

Lesley!

Asshole.

Sorry, Eddie, about that. It's just that dog. I don't know what we can do about it.

I just really use some sleep.

Yep.

Good night, man. Sweet dreams.

Eddie?

GROUP OF TEACHERS DETERMINED TO SAVE ART SCHOOL

The temperature is expected a bit further below the freezing line this evening.

But tomorrow things will get a little better, with some sunshine and a light breeze.

Sunshine.

Hey, Ina. This is Lars Olafssen.

Hi. I'm good. As in, I'm painting again. Yeah.

Well it's just one painting right now.

No, don't worry about Ronny. I just uhm... I wanna sell this one quickly...

...to you, if you want it.

Very good.

So it's with great relief that we thank our new patron...

...for saving all our asses.

And with the sale of one painting, we're good for one more year.

To Mr... No, to the artist Lars Olafssen.

Cheers. Cheers!

Cheers.

Okay, so...

So...

So something... Something bad... Something bad happened.

Yeah that's true, something really bad happened.

But...

But that was not your fault, Eddie.

It was an accident. It was because...

You see, I was really tired and I was very angry, and then I...

I made a mistake.

I made a mistake, and...

Yes, and now a man is uh... A man is dead.

But it was a bad man, Eddie.

It was a very, very bad man. Right?

And it's not your fault, Eddie.

It's not your fault, because you were asleep.

And I mean...

We shouldn't forget about the painting, right?

I mean, that was really... That was a painting, huh?

If you'd imagine that we just went for it. Like, woof.

Alright.

But Eddie...

When I was a child, my very good friend and I, we used to have this secret handshake.

It was like a handshake that showed that we shared something together...

...that nobody else knew about.

Would you like to try it?

Yeah. Alright, come on.

Like this. And...

Yeah. Good.

And end here. Okay, once more. Are you ready?

Good, Eddie. Good.

Team Lars & Eddie, huh? Yeah.

Ronny, I'm sorry that I went behind your back.

I wouldn't have made the sale.

I would've held back on the sale and let the buzz build for a whole series.

But, that's in the past. I'm looking to the future.

And to canvas num�ro deux. The comeback canvas.

It's not gonna happen. I'm sorry.

I feel I need to point out that this last painting, the one that you sold without me...

...was your first painting in ten years. And I didn't even get my cut.

Hey.

Do you realize it was ten years ago you had your accident?

Was it? - Yeah.

Hm.

I know, because that was when I signed you. Think about it.

Maybe you need blood and guts to get you going. Get you excited, get you inspired.

That's ridiculous.

You know...

I once had an artist. He could not sculpt...

...unless he filled a bathtub full of raw chicken parts.

And then he'd hop in naked, and he would slap himself silly before he could sculpt.

I don't judge.

But ten years ago you were doing something that was working.

And now you're doing something that's working even better.

Way better. In fact, it's fucking brilliant.

Look. I do not have a "Mona Lisa" in me.

You need to paint. You've painted your whole life.

You will paint!

I'm so sorry that you came all the way up here for nothing.

Hey, if you want to spend your life living with a retard in the middle of nowhere...

...don't let me get in the way.

'Art is bigger than me. It makes me do its bidding.'

Picasso. - Goodnight.

I know, I know. But without Charles' proposal, we're looking kind of flaccid.

Good morning, guys. - How's your next painting coming?

There is no new painting.

Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... You know...

I'm sorry.

Alright, there ya go.

So you are...

...one of those retards that counts things and freaks out when he hears loud sounds?

Maybe he's wearing diapers. - My brother said he's wearing diapers.

You wearing diapers, retard?

Well hello there.

Wow! Is that World Ice-Fishing Championship?

Yeah, that's right. We kicked some Canadian ass, again.

Cool.

Moving on to the next loser town with their tiny little rods.

Oh no, you're not leaving us already, are you?

No, no, no. First we fish Eight Mile Lake. - Eight Mile Lake? I see.

Excellent. Good luck with that. - You have fun with your retard.

Come here, buddy. Get this.

Eddie.

Come here.

Those guys sure were mean, weren't they?

Yeah.

Yeah, they were evil.

Bad.

What!?

It's the retard.

Lars! Lars! Lars! Lars!

Lars! Lars! Lars! Lars!

Thank you very much. I'm just glad I can help.

Thank you!

Maybe I'll have to take up cooking.

Chef Olafssen.

It has a mad ring to it, don't you think?

Chef Olafssen.

Anyway, just one more painting, and... And I'll definitely do something else.

Just one more.

One more without all the... All the, you know.

Eddie?

Eddie?

That's for me? Thank you.

Wow. This is really good, Eddie. This is really great.

Eddie, this is... This is very, very good.

Wow. You really put a lot of detail into this, huh?

We meet again, Mr. olafssen. - Hello. Something the matter?

Something is very 'the matter'.

We've got a missing-persons report file about your neighbor.

One Charles Tippings. - He's missing?

You haven't seen Mr. Tippings around, have ya? - No. I don't think I have, no.

You think or you know? This isn't a game show, you know?

I'm sorry, I don't understand what that means.

What was that? - I don't think it was anything.

It was definitely something. - Something probably just fell down, so.

Are you here alone? - Yeah, I'm alone. I'm mostly alone. Mostly.

Hello, Eddie. - Mostly alone with Eddie.

Eddie, have you seen Charles around?

He hasn't been heard of for a while, and now people are starting to worry.

So, Eddie, have you seen Charles?

My card.

For the moment I'm gonna assume that you coming into this town, and...

...Mr. Tippings going missing have nothing to do with one another.

Beware, the minute I think any different...

...I'll bring you down quicker than a drop on a lollipop.

Okay? - Yes, sir.

Goodnight, Eddie.

Goodnight, Mr. Olafssen. - Goodnight.

Who's my main man? Who's my main man, huh?

Who's my main man? Yeah. Yeah.

Who is my main man?

Charles uhm... Charles.

"Art"?

No.

"Lesley".

Yes!

"Dear colleagues,"

"I need a break"

"Down in Mexico."

"Love"? No. "Hugs"? No.

"Best - Charles."

Hey there, mister. - Hey.

Come look at this.

"Mark and Nancy are getting married." - No.

????

Yikes. - No. Read right here.

Oh God.

I'm so sorry. You must've been bored to tears.

No. Actually I found it really interesting. - Really, you did?

Listen...

I was thinking, after everything you've done for the school the least I could do is...

...cook you dinner.

What, you mean just you and me? - Yes.

I would love to. - Okay, good.

Eddie? How do I look?

Yeah?

It sounds crazy, but when I saw your first painting...

...I thought about showing my sculptures again.

You sculpt? - Mm hmm.

I want to see your work. - Hmmhmm.

Oh come on. - Trust me.

It's tucked away in a dark corner where it can't hurt anybody.

I'm sure it's much better than you think.

It's just... It's addictive.

Sometimes I worry that the rush is the only thing I'm after.

Yes, that rush can be...

...intense.

Exactly.

I have a confession to make. The truth is...

I was intimidated. - I find that hard to believe.

I really didn't want to be the girl who goes all 'ga-ga' over the famous guy.

Come on, I'm not that famous. - Not yet, but you will be.

There's something really unique about your work, Lars.

I've never seen anything like it.

Dessert?

Please.

How's Eddie? - Eddie's just fine. He's at home.

And the sleepwalking?

He hasn't really been doing it lately, so... Yeah.

You know, everything you've done for him and this school, it's a lot.

I'm just glad I can help.

Yeah. Now all we need is for you to buy is a wing.

You know, one super fancy one dedicated exclusively to sculpture.

You need another wing? - No, I'm joking.

No, but I mean, you could use a sculpture studio...

...or a pool.

A pool? - Yeah. Yeah, a pool would be nice.

Yeah. Kids love pools, right? - Yeah. We could have a pool.

Hey, buddy.

Come here.

It's just me, Eddie. It's just me.

Don't worry, it's just me.

Yep.

Just one more.

Just one more, buddy.

It's gonna be the last one. I promise.

You're nothing to me.

You're nothing but a no-good whore.

Fuck you!

Take your stuff and get out of my fucking house! I hate you.

You have no right to talk to me that way. It doesn't represent my true feelings.

I love you. - And I love you.

Goddammit. Look, I told you I'd call you a cab.

I swear to God he's gonna kill somebody one of these days.

Good morning!

Come in. - Hey.

Hi. How are you? - Good. How are you?

I'm good.

So I... I did what you said.

About Eddie, locking his door at night.

You're still doing that? I thought it would've had stopped by now.

He's happy with you. He thought all the little rabbits were save.

Well, then it stops when he says it?

Yeah, after the initial trauma's pass he's fine.

Oh see, I didn't know that.

Is there any heartache or stress when it starts?

Well, I guess. But you have nothing to worry about. He's happy with you.

Okay, good. I was just worried.

Actually, there's something I wanna show you.

But you have to close your eyes.

What's going on? What is it? - It's my sculpture.

What?! No. Lesley, no, no, no.

You know what? Right now is not a good time for me to begin with critique.

Close your eyes.

Thank you.

Okay.

I haven't named it yet. - Wow.

Lesley...

What do you think?

It's amazing. - Really?

Yeah.

And you didn't even have to hurt anyone. - What?

It's perfect.

How did you do... I mean, how did you do it?

I don't know. I winged it, I guess.

You winged it? You just winged it?

So what about torment? What about pain? What about...

I put my heart into it, but it just came to me.

So you really like it? - I like it. I mean, yeah, I like it.

I mean, it could use a bit clarity of theme, of course.

Yeah, sure. I could see that. Okay.

It could stand to be a little more bold. You know what I mean?

Bold? - Yeah.

And the originality isn't really there, but I mean that's okay...

I mean, you're clearly working with cliches. That's fine.

Ironically. - I could fix that.

Why would you wanna fix it? Why would you wanna fix an exercise? I never do that.

I mean, that's what it is right? It's an exercise.

Yeah. It's an exercise.

But it's good work. I mean, it's a great exercise.

Good job. Students are lucky to have a teacher like you.

Alright, I gotta go. Just let me know if you need help with anything else.

Okay. I can do it.

I can do this. Yes.

Yes, I can do this.

Yes.

No.

"Dear colleagues. Needed a break down in Mexico."

"Not sure when I'll be back. Sorry. Best - Charles."

He abandoned us in the heat of battle. Good thing Lars was here.

I wanna try a different approach here.

How well do you know Mr. Olafssen, Harry?

Well enough to know that he's nothing short of a hero. Eddie has never been happier.

A godsend is what that man is.

I'm always the last rat to follow the piper, so just...

...bear with me on this one.

Suppose those Americans didn't really steal that hut...

...and suppose Charles isn't in Mexico.

Oh no. - You see?

This is terrible. - Precisely.

Lars is in danger. - What?

We have to figure out what's going on, Vern. We can't let anything happen to Lars.

He is the best thing that happened in this town since Margret won the lottery.

Pleasure as always.

Lesley?

Could we...?

Have you heard or seen from Lars? He didn't show up for any of his classes today.

I do not know, Harry. You should ask him.

Hi, Lars. It's Ronny.

Paint - therein lies salvation.

That's something to think about, huh? Cezanne.

Hi, Eddie.

How are you? It's nice to see you.

Hey. - Hey.

Can we just talk, for one second? - Sure.

About your sculpture... I didn't mean it. - I asked you to be honest, right? So...

I wasn't talking about your art, I was talking about my art. I was talking about myself...

...and I need to stop. - No, you don't. Uhm...

We need to stop. - What?

I think that I'm getting in your way, and if you have to choose between...

...your life and art, well, that's a no-brainer, right? Because...

...your art is your life.

Paint.

Okay?

Paint your masterpiece.

Hey, ya fucking homo's.

Look at this mess. Well done.

So now I have to pick everything up, huh?

Thank you. Thank you for the help.

I don't have to put up with this. You know that?

The only reason that I'm taking care of you is because nobody else wanted you.

But you know that, don't you? Nobody else wanted you. Yeah.

All you do is hang around.

Eating all my food.

Paint your stupid paintings.

Let's not forget all the terrible, evil things you've done.

Those evil, evil, evil, bad, horrible things.

You're really a freak, you know that?

You're really a freak.

Actually it's a miracle that I haven't locked you up already.

A killer. That's what you are, a murderer.

Killing poor, innocent people. Jesus Christ.

Monster.

Cry, cry, cry.

Hey.

Listen...

Ever since I can remember I just wanted to paint. Right?

And I painted everything. I painted what I felt, what I saw, what I imagined.

I painted, painted, painted. And it always felt very good.

But it wasn't.

It just wasn't good.

In fact, it was always terrible.

The only reason I kept going was 'cause I...

I couldn't stop.

And then I had that accident, and...

Suddenly after that accident, I...

I was good.

For the first time in my life I was really...

...really good.

And I just wanted to be good again.

But that stops now.

I'm sorry I dragged you into all this, Eddie. I really am.

There are more important things than painting, right?

And you know what?

None of what I said before was true.

Not one word.

And I'm gonna make sure you're gonna be okay. Never mind what happens.

And you're not a freak.

You're my friend.

My best friend.

...In what can only be described as one of the most inspiring moments in operatic history...

...you can now treat your ears to the wondrous music of Giuseppe Verdi...

...as act 2 of "Il Trovatore" recounts how a mother throws her own child into a burning fire.

It's simply brilliant.

Good day. You've reached officer Verner. Please leave a message.

If it's an emergency, call 911.

It's Lars... Olafssen.

Call me back, please. I need to talk to you.

It's...

It's urgent.

No, no. Fuck!

No.

No.

I'm not ready yet.

Good evening. The door was opened.

I was on my way back from Hollandville when I got your message. You said it was important?

Yeah, well, it's not. My bad.

Thank you very much for coming. Bye, I'm sorry. have a good night.

Hang on, hang on. Hold your horses.

We're happy to know... I owe you an apology.

Apology accepted.

As I was saying, it turns out you're not the self-important elitist snob I thought you were.

Thank you very much. - And Eddie, and the school...

Those are humbling acts that a righteous man would be loath to frown upon.

You'll be happy to know I found the perfect place for Eddie.

It's a comfortable nursing home that's happy to take him. It's close, it's affordable.

You could visit whenever you wanted. I even got a brochure.

Why don't you stay a while?

I'll be done painting soon. You can read a book if you want.

We can even go for breakfast in the morning.

Are you okay, Mr. Olafssen? - Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine. How are you doing?

Are those forms, for the place? - Yeah.

I'll just go get Eddie's info and maybe we can just fill these out together.

Just... don't go.

Eddie!

I've already filled out some of these forms, and...

Officer Verner?

Officer Verner?

No. Oh no, this cannot be.

Shit! Why doesn't it work!?

Who does this shit!? Why does it not work!? Come on.

Lars!

Hey.

Eddie's sleepwalking again. Is he here?

It's incredible.

It's incredible.

It's great. - It's missing something.

Is Verner here 'cause of Eddie? - You have to believe me. I tried to stop.

What?

Lars. Eddie and Verner, where are they?

Eddie is outside, he's eating people. And Verner, he's dead.

I killed him.

I have to finish this painting. - Lars?

For a while it was working. Eddie was eating people, and I...

...I was just painting.

Actually you know, you were right. It is... It is a rush.

It is an addiction.

And I need to up my dose.

Watching people die isn't enough for me anymore.

I even just killed somebody with my own hands.

But it's not enough. - What?

Killing people for art? - Yes.

You're lying. - No.

It's almost perfect.

It just needs more. - More?

What could be more than killing someone, Lars?

To kill someone you love.

Eddie! Stop it!

Let him go.

Eddie!

Eddie, stop!

Okay. Okay.

I'm gonna get you to the hospital. - I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Lesley. I'm sorry.

Are you calling from Koda Lake? - Yes, I'm at...

I'm sorry, all respondents in the area are tied up at the moment. You're on your own.

Okay, okay.

Now, I'm gonna take you across the living room...

I'm gonna help you down the steps to my car. Okay? - No

Lars! - No.

Look at that painting there.

Look at that painting and tell me that I don't have to finish it.

No.

I have to finish. - No, you don't.

We have to go, Lars.

There.

And there.

And right there.

That's it.

That's it.

What do you think?

It's perfect.

How did you know how to do that?

I couldn't tell you if my life depended on it.

You�re a true artist.

I'm sorry.

I should never have agreed to all this.

Well, you got your money for your school, didn't ya? - Yes.

And that last painting, that was something else.

Yeah. - And the retard?

He's getting the best treatment in the country, for whatever it is he's got.

Lars & Eddie was a great idea. I remember saying to you:

"Lars & Eddie's gonna be like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid."

But what about all the dead people? - Hey...

You kick the owl, you're gonna ruffle some feathers.

Come on, write the check, will ya?

And be happy. You've got the most popular art-school in the country.

We put Yoda on the map.

Koda. - Well, whatever the fuck it is.

Eddie...

And that was Puccini's timeless and majestic "Madam Butterfly".

In those final moments Cio-Cio San blindfolds her son...

...and takes her father's knife and stabs herself.

She then tears into her intestines, over and over again...

...until she falls down dead in a pool of blood next to her son.

Very, very moving indeed.

With us today, we have officer Verner...

...who miraculously survived a vicious attack from the late Lars Olafssen.

Welcome officer Verner. So happy you could join us.

Officer Verner has suffered extensive injuries to his mouth and vocal chords...

...and won't regain the use of his voice for several more months.

He'll by answering by tapping. Two taps for 'yes', and one tap for 'no'.

Isn't that right, Mr. Verner?

Good, good. Now then, Mr. Verner, I have to ask...

CQRT listeners are all art lovers...

...and I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that we're all very curious to know...

...how it feels to have contributed to one of the most important works of art...

...in the last decade, by way of your own pain and suffering.

Now, I'm only assuming, but it must somehow feel special. Does it not?

Well, this is a bit of a surprise.

I take it then that you're not a supporter of Lesley's decision to open a gallery in Koda...

...and name it after Lars Olafssen? The painter of course, not the murderer.

Just taps, officer Verner. Taps, please.

Okay, I see. Well, then...

Let's go now to the tragic death of Victoria Travanova...

...in the third and final act of Giuseppe Verdi's "La Traviata".

And to you, our listeners: A heartfelt thank you for all of your continued support.