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- I just want to get home.

- The police are still working there...

- I want to go home, Varg.

I'm glad that you're here.

Aren't you going to answer?

Are you here on an official business?

This is Ruth Follnes,

the daughter of a colleague of mine.

Until yesterday

we assumed it was suicide.

- Two identical murders?

- For the moment, yes.

One thing doesn't ring right.

Rebecca had sex before she was killed.

And Ruth didn't.

Are we barking up the wrong tree

trying to find a connection?

Or is your statement inaccurate?

- Rebecca wasn't alone.

- Oh no?

Who was with her then?

I was.

Now I'm here on official business.

Are you the idiot

or do you think I am one?

- What happens now?

- I'm just sitting here thinking.

About...?

Shall I charge you

with giving a false statement?

- Why don't you?

- Its a quite common fantasy.

What is? Charging people

with giving a false statement?

Sleeping with your best friend's wife.

But unlike you, we have a little more

self-discipline, don't we, Isachsen?

- For how long has this been going on?

- It's not the way you think, Hamre.

Well, I'm waiting.

We slept together many years ago,

in London, after a night out drinking.

It should never have happened.

Since then

we've hardly had any contact.

- Not until yesterday?

- Not until yesterday.

A few glasses of wine and some old

memories and the fire is rekindled?

I didn't know you to be so passionate,

Veum.

Jacob has had a tough time lately.

I wonder, would it be possible to...

...not mention

this thing with his wife?

Something like that.

This is a murder investigation, Veum.

I don't care about your sex life.

So what if it wasn't sex?

And it wasn't sadism?

- What does he get from it then?

- Are you asking me?

I'm asking you.

There's something with the way they are

hanged. So white, clean and innocent.

It's quite theatrical...

As if he's trying to say something.

Quite an unusual way of communicating,

wouldn't you say?

Killing might not be the main point.

The murders might be the means

to obtain what he really wants.

And what does he really want?

In any case

he's addressing an audience.

He's considerate towards his victims.

A real gentleman, you might say.

Do you know how he drugged them?

With Rebecca it was gas,

and with Ruth pills.

Enough to knock out a horse.

What kind of pills?

Simon, you're on sick leave.

Do you realize that?

I want to do my bit.

I don't think that's such a good idea.

Go home to your wife.

She's already back at work.

Sitting staring at the wall

doesn't make things any better.

There's got to be something I can do?

Talk to Syversen.

But nothing related to the case.

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