Insomnia Page #3

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There was nothing l could do.

How does it feel to lose

a colleague like that?

Damn sad.

-Does it hurt?

-What?

You've been on the TV all night.

Did you work together

for a long time?

Just over a year.

-Weird.

-What?

He was standing there yesterday.

l wish l'd been nicer to him.

Don't worry. You could say

anything to him. He was...

Do you have masking tape?

-Masking tape?

-Masking tape.

-How does it feel?

-Well...

Like a horse kicked you?

l thought you came

to turn out the light.

Thanks.

-lt was irresponsible.

-What?

To send you after him.

lt was irresponsible.

The guy was armed.

How could we know?

Madman. Waving his arms

around before he shot.

-Did you see him shoot Vik?

-No, l didn't see anything.

lt can't be easy.

He was a nice chap.

Have they removed the bullet?

lt went straight through.

Just a flesh wound.

Good. We need you.

He knew it might be a trap.

That's why he was armed.

He's cold, calculating

and thinks

he's more intelligent

than the police.

His arrogance will lead him

to make a mistake.

Tanja's bag contains something

that may convict the killer,

or at least the killer thinks so.

We have to check its contents

more thoroughly.

We have to confront Tanja's

classmates with its contents

and knock on all doors

between the house of the party

and the crime scene.

Tom... your preliminary

conclusion.

Tanja Lorentzen died

of a cerebral hemorrhage.

We assume that she didn't

die instantly.

No sexual assaults.

No sperm.

Nothing.

He worked with Erik

for a long time.

l'll be handling the Vik case.

Good.

-We'll just have to do our best.

-Of course.

We shall remember Erik Vik

as a sociable

and proud policeman

with one minute's silence.

Something wrong?

He was lying on his stomach.

Not on his back.

-Was this where you found Vik?

-Yes.

Okay. Mark the spot

and take a photo.

We found this next to

where Zakariassen was.

Good. Make sure Tom

runs a match with the bullet.

Reminds me of a hotel

where we stay

when we visit my in-laws...

Then one morning we woke up,

and there's a couple...

-Do you have something to drink?

-Something strong?

Cognac?

Watch the reception desk.

-Do you like whiskey?

-Yes, sure.

-Cheers!

-l'm not allowed to do this.

Talk to strange men

in the middle of the night?

No.

We have to drink in silence...

How about you?

Don't you ever ask

anybody for permission?

Not to drink with you.

Don't you have a family?

No.

That's a pity...

lt's nice to be alone too.

Do you have any sisters

or brothers?

No...

l once had a brother,

but he died when l was 11.

l don't know anybody

who has a dead brother.

lt's not that strange.

l thought it was embarrassing.

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