The Valhalla Murders (Brot)

Two Black Russians.

Yeah.

Well, he's also my son. I'll be seeing him too.

You're crazy, woman. I didn't touch my son.

Thor, don't let this ruin our night. Hey, come on.

I'm sorry, babe! That fucking woman.

I shouldn't have picked up.

That was Halla Olafsdottir speaking. The Weather Service is predicting

winds from the East, 18-28 meters per second.

The most extreme winds will be in the South.

They will not be as severe in the northern and eastern parts.

Some sleet and rain in the Southeast, but otherwise mainly dry weather.

The predicted temperature will be between zero and five degrees Celsius.

Hi.

Hi.

-Do you have a minute to speak with me? -What? Yeah.

-Inside. It's pretty cold. -Sure.

-Were you at the gym? -The pool.

Must be lots of old people there... at this time of day, I bet.

Any space for you in there, huh?

Kata, your phone.

Kata.

-Kata, you in there? -What, you miss me?

-No, well, actually this is about Kari. -What's the problem?

Well, I'm just worried he might be drinking.

Why do you think that?

I had some buddies of mine over for dinner.

Yeah.

So, I'm going to pour them cognac...

and I find the bottle is half gone. Somebody finished half of it.

Okay, that's odd.

You sure you didn't drink it yourself?

Nah, it wasn't like that.

And he's out at night with some friends I haven't met yet, just... meandering about.

He won't read books.

He's 16, making new friends in his first year.

You remember...

Hey, don't change the subject.

This is not about me, it's about Kari.

-Ugh, you're really such a square. -Square? I'm not square.

You might not have noticed it, but I can see how much he's changed.

-Sorry, what are you implying there? -That's not it.

-Oh, are you saying that I'm not there? -No, that's not what I'm saying.

-Of course not. -Really, Kata, don't take this so--

-Why do you have to be like that? -Sorry?

-This is ridiculous. This is your-- -I can't hear you.

Work's calling.

-Can we talk to him? -Sure. Tonight, I'll talk to him.

No, no, can we talk to him?

Yeah. Let's meet here tonight.

I guess I'll lock up for you.

Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?

What?

Can't you see it's closed off here?

Yeah, but I didn't know that--

-Well, what's the tape here for then? -What's going on?

You need to keep a better eye on your guys.

Don't let them wander into restricted areas.

They could be charged for contaminating a crime scene.

Yeah, but I was just--

She's screwing with you, Kiddi.

Can you comment at all? Was someone killed?

-I can't say anything, Selma. -Please. Come on, Kata!

Kata?

Toti, can you stand guard back there?

We have an ID?

No wallet, no ID. Ten stab wounds, at least.

Time of death?

Twenty-four hours ago, maybe. Hard to be exact with the cold.

-Is Miro still here? -Yeah, his flight's tonight.

Good. I won't wait two weeks for the autopsy.

Blood spatter indicates that the killer held him close while stabbing him.

-Oh my God, tell me about the eyes. -Yeah, pretty disturbing.

Was he homeless?

Likely, with needle marks on both arms.

Oh? Then we should know the guy.

Have you prepared your speech?

Huh?

The department head scheduled a briefing later.

Can we both focus?

I know who this is.

Open up! Open the door! This is the police!

Open the door, or we'll break it down right now!

-Are you alone? Anyone else in here? -Leave me alone!

-Down on the bed! -No, no!

-Show me your hands! -Ow, let me go!

-Hands behind your back! -You're hurting me!

Give me your hands now!

-You're hurting me. I didn't do anything! -Calm down!

Ow! I didn't do anything!

-Is she armed? -No, she's not armed. She's clean.

Calm down!

Help! Can somebody help me?

Iris, Iris! Listen to me!

Listen to me. Iris, listen to me.

-Iris, wait, listen. -Help me.

What happened to Thor?

-Iris, what happened to Thor? -Help me!

Listen to me. What happened to Thor? Tell me the truth.

Iris?

This is useless. We have to bring her in.

Okay, turn around.

Come on.

Need any help with anything, let me know.

No, get some samples off her.

She needs to sleep it off before I can question her anyways.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi Kata.

So were you able to question the woman?

-Iris? -Yeah.

Nah, she wasn't in any condition for questioning.

-Do you think she did it? -I don't know.

You think there could be some kind of drug-related debt?

It could be. I'll find out soon enough.

And, Magnus, I really need some help.

There is so much security camera footage to go through.

-Helga and Erlingur will give you a hand. -Okay, great.

I don't have time. I've got my own case.

A 30-year-old skeleton can wait. This is a priority case.

But what about the pictures we released to the press?

The lighter and the necklace have to have been recognized by somebody.

Magnus, we have to follow up on this.

If something new comes up, we'll follow up on it.

But in the meantime, you'll help her.

Helga, can I have a word with you?

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, get everything we have on Thor Ingimarsson for me.

Is that the deceased?

-Yeah, he's got a criminal record. -Yeah, I'm on--

Wait, wait, wait!

And when you're done,

you can go through all the CCTV footage from around the harbor

Ugh, Kata.

- Hello. - Hi, can you talk?

-What, now? -Have you heard about the murder?

-Yeah, fuck. -Meet me at the burger joint.

Yeah, okay.

Hey, champ.

Hey.

Nice.

-That a new jacket? -This thing? Vintage.

Dress for success, you know?

What do you know about Thor?

Where did he get the money? Selling or what?

Thor is an asshole. Or, know you, he was an asshole.

It depends on how you look at it.

Is it true he got stabbed 50 times?

-Was he in debt? -No.

You know, he was just some old nobody.

That's why it's fucking weird.

You know, a bit creepy. Don't work for shit.

Dealt a little back in the day.

Big shot.

Barely anything, you know.

But now, recently, thing's just went, bang!

He's living like a fucking king. That money stank like shit, big time.

-Had he been dealing again? -No, hardly. He was too lazy for that.

Big asshole, like I said.

I mean his ex could tell you all about the kind of shithead the guy was.

Hm, okay.

-I can't really say that it's a surprise. -Oh? Did you keep up contact with Thor?

I called him yesterday evening

and told him never to come near our son again.

When we saw each other last, he was so... messed up.

What's wrong with you?!

He used some shit Thor had laying around.

Disgusting asshole.

-Would anyone want to hurt him? -All he had were enemies.

Where were you last night?

If I had wanted to kill him, I would have, right?

Who knows, maybe I would have done it if it wasn't for my boy Fannar.

When's the funeral?

Autopsy is first. Does it matter?

I expect that'll fall on me.

What's up?

-How are you doing? -I'm good.

Anything new on the skeleton?

Yeah, we know it was a 12- to 16-year-old boy now.

-Ugh. -Yeah.

And what can you tell me about our new friend here?

Him? He's dead.

So, alcohol, amphetamines and cocaine in his blood.

Ten knife wounds, seven on the front with three behind.

And this one right here went through the artery.

-And the knife? -Long and narrow, around 15 centimeters.

-Crime of passion? -Yeah, it looks that way.

Could a woman have done it?

No, I don't think so. You'd need a lot of force to inflict wounds this deep.

An adrenaline rush?

I guess... But I'm 100% sure that the killer is a male.

Help me, just grab him and help me.

-Huh? -Just give me a hand.

The wound is high on the back, meaning the knife was held like this.

This is a vertical stab wound, meaning they had to be his height or taller.

-Can I let go now then? -Yeah, of course.

The wounds over here are deeper, so they came first.

-How about the eyes? -Yeah, those eyes.

That is something I've never seen. I mean, very, very unusual.