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♪ ♪

I know why she did it.

(chatter over tablet)

Hey. How are you?

(box thuds)

(chuckles softly)

(laughing)

I know why she did it.

(mechanical humming)

(beeps twice)

165/105.

I see.

Not today then.

VERA: Hulda.

I need to tell you something.

VERA: It was him.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

BJARTUR: Thanks for the class.

See you next week.

OTHERS: Thank you.

(indistinct chatter)

("Look Me In The Eye" by Strax playing)

♪ For everything ♪

♪ Take a ride, take a walk around... ♪

(sighs)

♪ And it stays with me ♪

(muffled music continues)

- ♪ Away with me ♪ - (clacking nearby)

♪ It's the dream I see ♪

♪ Like a fantasy ♪

♪ In reality ♪

♪ And it's here with me ♪

♪ Walk around in a daze ♪

♪ People stare at me ♪

♪ Every move, every way I turn ♪

- ♪ Every thing I do... ♪ - Police, please.

♪ Heart of mine ♪

- ♪ I'm alone and not alone... ♪ - Shit.

Hello?

♪ On an empty corner, just marking time... ♪

Hello?

(muffled groaning)

♪ ♪

(engine idling)

(groaning)

Hey! Help!

Help me!

MISHA: Who do you think will help?

Who do you think will hear?

Who are you?

(panting)

Relax.

Be warm while we talk.

You spoke to the cops.

What?

- I didn't. - Yes, you did, kozel.

You fucked up.

You talked to them about Katja, right?

Spreading nasty ideas.

I...

I-I-- Th-There was a rumor that she was a prostitute.

Just a rumor.

That's all.

Hey, I swear! That's all I said!

- (whimpers) - You're a snitch.

Put your hand in the water.

But-but I can't!

Your hand

or your head.

- God, no! - Bog nye fraer!

- God-- O-Okay! Okay. - Your hand

- or your head! - Okay! Okay!

(panting) Okay, okay.

- Do it! - Okay!

(screaming)

(screaming fades)

HULDA: Lukas, I'm on my way to Albert's office.

I want to know who ordered

the deportation of Luljeta Shehi.

Meet me there.

You made an appointment, right?

Hey.

Hey, sorry, you-you can't go in there.

- (quiet chatter) - HULDA: So what happened?

Why was Luljeta Shehi suddenly deported?

Hold on.

Uh, you want to talk,

please make an appointment.

Daniel can advise you on my diary.

I don't give a shit about your diary.

A girl is dead, another is missing, so put the phone down.

Yeah, I'll call you back.

Luljeta Shehi is deported. Why?

She was from a country of concern. It happens.

What was the concern?

(chuckles): Well...

corruption in government,

human rights issues,

integrity of the judiciary.

Take your pick.

So a person of interest is deported

within 24 hours of us making contact

because someone in immigration decided

they don't like Albanians?

That seems weird, right?

Why was she of interest?

We are not here to answer your questions.

My point is that these things can happen quickly for a reason.

Citizenship isn't automatic,

and, inevitably, there is always race,

ethnic or religious discrimination.

You share that pessimism with all your clients?

They already know.

It's the world we live in.

Bad is stronger than good.

HULDA: Who made the call to deport her?

(exhales) Head of Immigration.

On advice, I imagine.

- Whose advice? - How the hell should I fucking know?!

Are we done here?

♪ ♪

You're in luck.

She was supposed to be on the plane this morning,

but the weather is, uh...

You know what it's like.

LUKAS: Why are you deporting her?

Nothing to do with me.

I'm just responsible for getting her on the plane.

So, both the interview rooms are in use,

so you'll have to speak to her in her cell.

Not that she's saying much.

Icelandic police are not her favorite people right now.

Thank you.

HULDA: Hi.

I'm Hulda.

This is Lukas.

- From the police. - LUKAS: We met at the hostel, didn't we?

I know.

You want send me out of country.

HULDA: That has nothing to do with me.

You trick me.

You want send me home.

That's why you follow me.

This is about the Russian girl who was killed.

Her friend Elena is also missing.

Y-You knew both of them, right?

We're not here to get you in any trouble,

I promise.

Is there a possibility that Katja or Elena

were brought to Iceland as sex workers?

LULJETA: What? No.

No, no, no. Not them.

But you were?

This man-- how do you know him?

He gave me money.

Promised to help with my visa.

Offered job.

LUKAS: What kind of job?

Was he ever violent to you?

Did he ever threaten you?

No.

Did he know Katja?

I think maybe.

I saw them once.

Do you think that he could have hurt her?

HULDA: Do you know where Elena is?

LULJETA: I think she just run away.

She don't want to be told to leave the country.

I think I must done the same.

Please, I cannot go home.

I cannot.

No job, no money,

no life, no future, nothing.

At home, I was so afraid about my future.

I afraid every day.

But when I come here, I...

I start feel alive, and I don't want go home.

I don't want go home.

Please help me.

I'll talk to the other officer.

Maybe he can... (inhales deeply)

make you more comfortable.

Ask him to help me.

I help you.

I do everything what you want.

Just help me, please.

Please.

We'll talk to him.

♪ ♪

LUKAS: So, Katja and Elena

knew Luljeta, right?

By association.

And we know that Misha was driving her

and other girls to parties.

ALEXANDER: And guys, right?

And guys. Sure.

Now, Luljeta said she saw Katja with Misha.

And we also know that Misha was working for Gunnar.

What the hell is this doing?

You're watching too many crime shows.

It's how my brain works.

It helps me see all the pieces, you know?

Who is this Misha prick?

He's bad fucking news.

(inhales deeply)

(grunts)

(inhales deeply)

(exhales)

Mish-mish.

Mish-mish.

LUKAS: Misha Volkov.

- (grunts) - Can we have a word?

(weights clank)

- Do you want me to-- - No.

MAN: Hey, read the signs. It's the men's!

We're not here about your little dick.

Hey. I want to talk to you.

(grunts) Don't talk to militsiya.

LUKAS: Oh, come on, Misha. We're asking nicely.

Wednesday night, where were you?

Hmm. Don't remember.

LUKAS: You got an alibi for where

you don't remember being?

Katja Popova.

You know her?

What about Elena Dubrovsky?

No.

Russian community in Iceland can't be that big.

You really gonna feed us that shit?

LUKAS: Come on, Misha.

You got nothing to hide. Why don't you talk to us?

Score some good karma.

We're gonna find out anyway. Everything's linked, right?

How you enjoying Iceland, Misha?

You know, one of my favorite things about living here--

walking in the highlands.

You do any hiking?

See, Katja was found up on one of the glaciers.

Very traumatic injuries.

To the brain, thorax, shattered pelvis.

We still don't know why she was there or who she was with.

It's not my problem.

But I can make it your problem.

You don't want to talk to me now, fine.

But I'm going to dig up everything I can on you.

I'm gonna turn you inside out and upside down

and shake you for coins.

Fuck off, little bitch cop!

Jesus.

What?

Not the Russian shower scene of your dreams?

LUKAS: What are you thinking for dinner?

I don't know.

I-I want you to file a warrant for Misha's bank records.

I want to know where he's spending his money.

Sure thing.

"What about you, Lukas?

What are you thinking for dinner?"

Well, Hulda, I'm glad you asked.

I am gonna have lamb soup, I think.

Could be the greatest achievement of the Icelandic--

Oh! Ah. Ha.

LUKAS: Hey. Hey.

Hi. How are you?

Yeah, I'm good, thanks.

Great. I'm good as well.

(chuckles) It's-it's Iceland.

You should really get used to this.

Bumping into people.

Yeah. Sure.

HULDA: You two have bumped into each other before?

Once or twice.

Once, actually.

(chuckles)

- I'm Hulda. - Oh, hi.

- I'm Abel. - Hi.

Um, the Negronis ran out,

so I should probably get back to work.

Yeah, sure.

I should get my grandma home anyway.

- She gets angry when she gets wet. - (laughs)

It was really nice to see you.

Hulda.

- HULDA: Huh? - LUKAS: Don't.

HULDA: He's too cute for you, though.

♪ ♪

I know why she did it.

We will never know why.

To look for a reason, to keep picking at this,

it's just gonna drive you mad.

We have to live without an answer.

VERA: He did things.

She told me.

♪ ♪

(Jon speaks indistinctly)

It's health care

that's, uh, starved for attention.

That's where they need to be focusing on.

Did you ever fight with Dimma?

What?

Why would you ask me that?

I just wanted to know.

We disagreed, but no.

We never fought.

What did you disagree about?

What the hell are you doing?

Why are you asking me this?

It was nothing.

Okay.

Sure sounded like something.

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

(lively music playing)

(laughter)

Bartender, I have a question.

(sighs)

Yes?

Will you go out with me?

You guys have cinemas here, right?

I don't know, maybe we can just grab a drink when you knock off?

I don't think so.

Uh, because?

Honestly,

I think you may have a bit of Peter Pan syndrome.

Geez.

Uh, should I call my psychologist?

- I mean... - I don't know.

It's just you don't really seem to want to be in a relationship.

You seem...

I don't know, un...

untethered.

Untethered?

You mean that as a compliment, obviously.

Have you ever tried being in a relationship?

I'm trying now.

No, I-I just...

I just want to get to know you.

I'm sorry. I just...

don't think you know what you want.

Oh, come on. Really?

Does anyone?

Do you?

Yeah.

(panting)

(sighs)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sniffles)

(Jon speaking indistinctly)

Everything all right?

What is this? Wha...

What's going on, Hulda?

I'm...

I'm just, uh...

I'm fine.

It's just work.

Are you, uh...

upset about retiring?

No, I'm not upset.

Why would I be upset?

You'd, um, tell me, right?

Hulda.

I'm going for a swim.

All right. So, who wants to go next?

- Me, me, me! Me. - All right. Yeah.

You, what would you like to draw?

- A cat. - Aw, nice.

LUKAS: How many children are in your care?

More than we can deal with.

We're... we're buried.

Do they sleep here?

In the dorms down the hall.

Unless, of course, we can foster.

- Is that an option? - Sure.

But not a big market for traumatized children

with a limited ability to communicate.

- Mm. - So... you can imagine.

Mm.

- The Russian boy. - Mm-hmm.

He should be in language class.

Down the hall.

- Okay. Thank you. - Sure.

Nice.

Hi.

Hey. (chuckles)

(whispers): I got you this.

It's your favorite, right?

Delicious. (chuckles)

Licorice is the best.

What happened to your hand?

Oh. Uh, just an accident.

So, before his mum disappeared, did she talk to anyone?

Anyone that Rudi didn't know?

(translating in Russian)

(speaking Russian)

The man that you saw, the big, red man,

what did he look like?

(Bjartur translating in Russian)

Maybe-- Was this the big, red man?

(Bjartur translating in Russian)

Hey, maybe you could draw him for me.

Can you draw the-the big, red man?

(translating in Russian)

(scribbling)

Hmm.

How's he doing?

He's not eating enough.

Socially withdrawn.

Any luck finding his mum?

Not yet.

Jesus.

That's a pretty nasty accident.

Oh...

Did you, um...

go to the hospital?

(whispers): No.

What happened?

I can't talk about it.

To you.

The police.

Well, if this is you trying to convince me that you're okay,

you're doing a crap job.

Come on, tell me what happened.

♪ ♪

LUKAS: Hey, Bjartur.

You can come through.

Follow me.

- Hulda. - HULDA: Yep.

- Hi. - HULDA: Hi.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

So, um, Misha Volkov

- did this to you, right? - (whispers): Yeah.

Do you know why?

He found out that I talked to you,

the police,

about the prostitution.

And who else did you tell?

No one.

Just you, Detective.

I... didn't even know if it was true.

Okay, well, we'll need a list of everyone in your class.

I think someone was probably listening.

And, um, we'll need you to press charges for assault,

for what he's done to you.

What?

You didn't say anything about that.

Well, it's the quickest way to get him off the streets.

It means that we can hold him.

But I-I told you...

what happened.

I don't want to get caught up in anything else.

LUKAS: No, I understand. But it doesn't

really help us if you don't make it official.

We need to make a statement.

No.

I'm sorry. I can't.

This could jeopardize our investigation.

Come on.

Let's take a seat.

Now, I understand how you feel. You're scared.

But we can stop this happening again.

We can help you, you can help us.

I'm sorry.

HULDA: Katja Popova.

What did you tell me?

She was a really nice girl.

A really nice girl.

Well, guess what-- she's dead.

Elena Dubrovsky, now missing.

There's a boy without a mother, and you might...

be able to help us do something about it.

And you don't want to get fucking caught up in it?

I should take you down and stick your other goddamn hand

in a hot spring.

- LUKAS: Hulda. - Shut up!

(tapping)

He hurts women.

He hurts them for a job.

Young women, girls.

And you're telling me you're too chickenshit

to stand up to him?

Yes.

I'm scared.

I didn't agree to this.

Okay?

I told you what I know.

You're a coward.

I know.

ALEXANDER: Kid's messed up.

This is creepy as fuck.

Of course he's messed up.

It's the guy from the security footage,

the one that Rudi was scared of.

He was watching. Rudi saw them.

- It's our guy. - ALEXANDER: Misha?

No, he couldn't I.D. him.

Well, yeah, the kid saw an asshole in a hoodie.

HULDA: Stick it on the board.

(ball bouncing)

It's not enough to bring Misha in.

Be useful and tell me something I don't already know.

Okay. Don't scream at and belittle key witnesses,

- you fucking maniac. - Fuck you.

Why are you even here?

Believe me, I don't want to be.

HULDA: Stop that.

Elena's kidnapping was well-planned.

They knew the area.

Pull the security footage.

We already have.

As far back as we can.

If they were regulars,

maybe we'll see something.

LUKAS: Mm-hmm.

And file a warrant to search Misha's place.

On what basis? We don't have enough evidence.

I'll sort that part.

♪ ♪

(whistles)

♪ ♪

(engine shuts off)

♪ ♪

(grunting in distance)

(stammering)

(panting)

Wh... What the hell are you doing here?

This is awkward.

Came to return this.

But clearly I've interrupted something.

- It's not like that. - Oh, Gunni,

from where I'm standing, it looks very much like that.

You broke in.

You're gonna lose your fucking job!

Sure, I might.

But do you know what else is illegal?

Paying for prostitutes.

You're-you're in no trouble, okay? I promise.

Me and, uh, Mr. Samuelsson are just gonna have a chat.

Then I'm going to drive you home, okay?

Well, pay him.

- What? - Pay him!

Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. There's more money.

The rest.

Pay him!

Good.

GUNNAR: I'll tell them you blackmailed me.

You forced me to pay him.

HULDA: Ah. True, Gunni, true. You could do that.

I guess I'm just left wondering how your wife's going to feel

when she finds out.

Do a little digging.

Pull some surveillance.

Wouldn't be hard to get a better idea

of just how many times

you've gone and fucked around behind her back.

And what will your daughters think?

So how much do you want?

This is blackmail, right?

I don't want your money.

Information.

A statement.

On Misha Volkov.

What if I say no?

I arrest you.

I cuff you.

I take you down to the station.

I don't even have to let you get dressed.

How many days have we done now?

This is only 12 of...

(exhales) 91.

Fuck.

(sighs)

(sniffles)

Hey, wait. There.

- There. Look. - Mm-hmm. Yep. Got him.

LUKAS: That's Misha.

And... there's Elena.

Is there another angle, maybe?

- Yeah? - Yeah, I'll find it.

Can you go back? Maybe you can track them or something.

- Mm-hmm. Hold on. - Yeah?

- (sniffles) - (mouse clicking)

There we go.

Yeah, that's Katja and Misha.

That's great.

(chuckles softly)

Got ya.

GUNNAR: He organized everything.

Misha. Misha Volkov.

He would bring them-- the girls and guys.

I just paid.

And it's admissible?

Of course.

He wanted to help.

LUKAS: There's also footage of Misha

with Katja in the ice rink--

the same one Elena Dubrovsky was taken from.

Don't forget about Mr. Asshole.

What?

Kid saw a big guy. Misha's a big guy.

Bring him in.

LUKAS: Yeah.

Could I have a word with you, please?

Just in private.

Uh, I'm not even gonna ask where you got that.

(scoffs)

But I think you should go home.

What?

Is everything all right with you?

I'm fine, of course. Of course. I'm fine.

Okay. I just-- I wondered if maybe something might've...

happened. I don't know. Something you're not telling me.

I don't have to tell you everything.

No, no, I know. I'm just...

When you're on the job, you need to be on the job.

- You know? - Mm.

And you don't seem fine.

Not for days.

Hey. Come on.

It's okay. Go home.

Have a rest.

I've got this. I'll call you when we've got him, okay?

- Jon, he's not well. - Right.

He's not okay, so I should really go and check on him.

Okay.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- Okay. - Okay.

MISHA: Out.

(women chattering in Russian)

♪ ♪

(engine shuts off)

(keys jingle)

- (weapons firing on TV) - (door closes)

(speaking Russian)

♪ ♪

(siren wailing)

ALEXANDER: Police! Open up!

(police shouting indistinctly)

(shouting continues)

Hands on your head!

(indistinct shouting)

That's bullshit!

(police radio chatter)

(mutters in Russian)

(police shouting indistinctly)

Get down!

- Now! - Hands on your head!

(indistinct shouting)

(siren chirping)

LUKAS: Down on your knees! Hands on your head!

- Interlace your fingers! - OFFICER: Armed police!

Get down on your knees!

I've done nothing wrong!

LUKAS: You have the right to remain silent.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one'll be provided for you.

Stop me if you've heard this before.

Fuck you, suka.

Oh, Mish-mish.

Come on. We did ask you nicely.

(chuckles softly)

(helicopter blades whirring)

♪ ♪

Gross.

Hey. We got him.

I know.

(police radio chatter)

(clanks)

Hey.

You'll want to see this.

LUKAS: Katja Popova.

Okay.

Let's bag everything.

Yeah.

(indistinct chatter)

(line ringing)

This is Hulda. I hardly ever listen to my voicemail, so...

(footsteps approaching)

JON: Hulda.

Have you seen my phone? It was by the bed.

Can you call it?

What is this?

For fuck's sake, Hulda, can you tell me what this is about?

Read it.

This isn't true.

Hulda.

You can't actually think that's true.

Fuck.

Okay, then.

I mean...

Jesus, Hulda--

Stop...

saying my name.

Dimma was unwell. She was sick.

Of course she was unwell.

Her father sexually abused her.

Stop it!

Just stop it!

How could you believe that?

This make-believe.

It's disgusting, Hulda!

Why did you do that?

What?

(stammers)

I, uh...

- Do you feel better? - What?

How do you think that made me feel?

Huh? Horrible.

Fucking horrible, Hulda!

She made that whole thing up, you know, everything.

I mean, girls can have complicated feelings

about their fathers.

They can-- they can think things.

- It's not her fault-- - No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

No, it's not her fault.

It's your fault.

You heartless fucking monster.

You!

Hulda, please.

(Hulda exhales sharply)

Maybe...

Maybe I'll find a way to forgive myself

for not knowing, not seeing.

But...

I will never, ever forgive you.

Dimma's dead

because of you.

You!

Hulda.

You need to calm down.

Did she cry?

Did she...

did she ask you to stop?

Or was she just...

- ...too scared to say anything? - It wasn't like that!

I-I-I didn't! I-I-I...

(groans) I-I-I really feel like...

She trusted you.

And you killed her.

You disgusting piece of shit!

You killed her. You killed her!

- You killed her! - (moans)

You killed her.

(moaning)

(panting)

(panting): Where's...?

Hulda.

Hulda. (panting)

No. (panting)

What have you done with my pills?

Hulda.

I'm serious.

♪ ♪

Please.

Please.

(Jon gasps)

You need to call an ambulance.

(whispers): She was our daughter.

(gurgling)

(crying) Hulda.

I'm sorry!

(whimpers): Hulda.

(groans)

(coughing, choking)

(exhales sharply)

(panting)

(panting stops)

♪ ♪

♪ Now crawl to life ♪

♪ But speak so careful ♪

♪ Those whitened forces ♪

♪ Descent unstable ♪

♪ Come alive ♪

♪ Fallen wild sons ♪

♪ Fall. ♪

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