The Valhalla Murders (Brot)

Two Black Russians.

Yes?

Wait, he's my son, too. I'll see him whenever I want to.

I didn't do anything to him. Are you insane, woman?

Þór, don't let this ruin our night, man.

Oh, I'm sorry, babe!

That fucking woman. I never should have answered the phone.

Hi.

Hi.

Can we talk for a minute?

What? Sure.

Maybe inside? It's rather cold out.

Yes.

-Were you at the gym, or...? -I was at the swimming pool.

Wasn't the pool packed with old-timers at this time of day?

Any room for you to swim?

Kata, your phone.

Kata?

Kata, are you in there?

What? Starting to miss me?

-Well, no, this is about Kári. -Oh? What's the problem?

I'm just worried. I think he's started drinking.

Why do you think that?

Because I had friends over for dinner this weekend.

I was going to give them some cognac after dinner,

but the bottle was half-empty. Someone had finished half the bottle.

That's odd. Sure you didn't drink it yourself and forgot about it?

No, it wasn't like that.

Plus, he's out every night with some new friends I don't know.

Just mooching about. He never reads.

He's 16 and just started high school.

He's meeting loads of new people. What were you like at that age?

Hey, don't change the subject.

This isn't about me, it's about Kári.

-Don't be such a square. -Square? What do you mean square?

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

-I'm sorry. What are you implying? -Nothing.

-That I'm not there for him? -No.

-No, of course not. This is just typical. -Kata, don't take this so...

-Why do you have to be like that? -I'm sorry?

-Seriously? This is your... -Were you saying something?

Work!

Can we talk to him?

Sure, I'll talk to him tonight.

No, can we talk to him?

Yes. Let's meet here tonight.

I'll lock the door.

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

-What? -Can't you see this area is closed off?

-Yeah, but... -Didn't you see the tape?

What's going on?

You have to watch your staff.

Don't let them wander into restricted areas.

They could be charged for contaminating the scene.

-I was just getting... -She's kidding, Kiddi.

Can you comment?

Was someone murdered?

You know I can't comment, Selma.

Just one quick comment, Kata?

Kata?

Tóti, can you go stand over there by the tape?

Do we have positive ID?

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

Time of death?

Twenty-four hours. Hard to be exact because of the frost.

-Is Míró still here? -Yes, his flight is this evening.

Good. I wouldn't want to wait two weeks for the autopsy.

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

Good God, what's with the eyes?

Rather disturbing.

Homeless?

Probably. There are needle marks on both his arms.

Oh? Then we should know the guy.

Have you prepared your speech?

You know a briefing's been scheduled for the department later today.

Can we focus on this?

I know who it is.

Open up!

-This is the police! Open the door! -Open the door or we'll break it down!

-Are you alone? Is anyone else in here? -No! Leave me alone! No, no, no!

No, no, no!

-Show me your hands. Give me your hands. -Let me go. You're hurting me.

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

Is she armed?

No, she's not carrying. She's clean. Calm down!

You're hurting me. Can somebody help me?

Íris, Íris, Íris.

Íris, listen to me. Íris, listen to me.

Íris, wait. What happened to Þór?

Come on, Íris. Íris!

-Help me! -Listen to me, what happened to Þór?

Íris?

Oh, this is pointless.

-You have to take her to the station. -We're going to turn you around.

Come on.

Yes, yes, yes.

Anything I can do or help you in any way?

No, just take her down to the station and get some samples.

Put her in a cell. She needs to sober up before I talk to her.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi, Kata.

-Did you question the girl? -Íris?

Yes.

No, she was in no condition for questioning.

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

-Could this be related to a debt? Drugs? -Maybe. I'll figure it out later today.

But Magnús, I need more people. We have to go over the CCTV footage...

Yes, Helga and Erlingur will give you a hand.

Okay, great.

-I've got my own case. I don't have time. -A 30-year-old skeleton can wait.

This is a priority case.

What about the photos we released to the press?

Someone out there must recognize the necklace or the lighter.

-Magnús, we have to follow up on this. -We will if something new comes up.

But, in the meantime, you will help Kata.

Helga, can I have a word with you?

Hi.

Hi.

Hey, can you get me everything we have on Þór Ingimarsson?

-The deceased? -Yes, he's got a criminal record.

-Yes, I'm on it. -Wait, wait, wait.

Then go through the CCTV footage from around the harbor and the surroundings.

Kata.

-Hello. -Hi. Are you free?

-What, right now? -Did you hear about the murder?

-Yeah. Fuck. -Meet me at the burger joint.

Well... Okay.

Thanks.

Hey, champ.

Okay.

Nice.

-New jacket? -This?

It's second-hand.

You have to look the part, you know.

What can you tell me about Þór?

Where did he get the money? Was he importing?

Þór is an asshole. Or, you know, he was an asshole. Depends on how you look at it.

Is it true that he got stabbed 50 times?

-Was he in debt? -No. You know. He's just some nobody.

Which makes this so fucking weird.

You know, a strange dude. Never worked.

Small-time dealer back in the day. Mister Bigshot.

But, you know, nothing to speak of. But recently, all of a sudden...

He's living like some fucking king. All that money stank to high hell.

Was he dealing again?

No. Hardly.

He was too lazy for that. He was a total asshole.

His ex-wife, for example, could tell you what kind of a dirt-bag this guy was.

Okay.

I can't say it comes as a surprise.

Did you keep in touch with Þór?

Yes, I spoke to him yesterday evening

and told him never to come near our son again.

The last time he went to see him, he came home doped to the gills.

What's wrong with you?

He used some shit Þór had lying around. That piece of shit.

Did Þór have any enemies?

He only had enemies.

Where were you last night?

If I had wanted to kill him, I would have done it a long time ago.

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

When's the funeral?

There has to be an autopsy first.

Why do you ask?

I expect that I will have to deal with all that stuff.

What's up?

Sorry.

So, how are you?

I'm good.

Anything new on the skeleton?

Yes, we know it was a boy, aged 12-16.

What can you tell me about our new friend here?

Him? He's dead.

So...

He tested positive for alcohol, amphetamine and cocaine.

Ten stab wounds. Seven on the front, three on his back.

This one went straight through the artery.

And the knife?

Long and narrow. Around 15 centimeters.

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

Could a woman have done this?

No, I think not. You need a lot of force to inflict such deep wounds.

What about adrenaline and rage?

Maybe, but I'm positive that the perpetrator was male.

See here. Help me. Just take him and help me.

Just give me a hand.

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

This is a vertical stab wound.

So the killer must have been his height or taller.

-Can we let him go now? -Yes, of course.

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

What about the eyes?

Yes, the eyes.

This is something I don't see often. This is highly unusual.

Were they slashed before or after he died?

After. This is a straight cut across the eyes.

Why take the risk, why not just flee the scene?

You know, I haven't the slightest idea.

Hey, I heard you're being put in charge of the CID department this evening.