Detective Hole (2026) s01e08 Episode Script

[lockpick clicking]
[rock music playing in background]
-[rock music continues]
-[record skipping]
[tense music playing]
Oh, fuck.
[line ringing]
I'm afraid we have a problem.
Hole's gone.
We checked all his usual hangouts.
He's vanished.
Okay.
[sinister music playing]
[handcuffs clicking]
[suspenseful music playing]
-[metallic clang]
-[freight elevator rolling]
[knife clinks softly]
[elevator rumbles]
-Whoa.
-I need you to understand.
I didn't do this, Harry.
I couldn't kill anyone.
I smuggled in goods.
That's it, I swear.
I'll make you a deal for Waaler.
I'm the only one who can prove
that Waaler's smuggling in
a fuckton of weapons.
As far as these murders,
you need to find out who's framing me.
You do that, I'll give you
what you need to lock up Waaler.
Okay.
But we'll do it the other way around.
We arrest Waaler first.
Once that's finished,
I promise I'll help you.
Shut up!
Why would anyone help me?
-Easy.
-Tell the truth.
Not when everyone thinks I'm the murderer.
-I know you want Waaler.
-Cool it.
They'll pin this on me,
and what I have on Waaler,
it's my only leverage.
You must catch the real killer!
After that I'll help you get Waaler.
Okay?
[tense music playing]
[intriguing intro music playing]
["Who's Gonna Take Me Home"
by Otis Brown playing]
[song fades into background]
[Martin] The Czech Republic
at the end of the '90s,
it felt like a country that just woke up
from a never-ending nightmare.
Scared, disoriented,
but happy to still be alive.
After the fall of Communism,
but before tourism got big,
it was a land of opportunity.
Back then, you could get by
on just a few koruna a day.
I moved to Prague in my twenties.
The city was full of desperate tourists
looking for cheap whores and cheap booze.
I was a good-looking kid.
I did what I had to do.
I preferred women,
but took whatever I could get.
You had to be flexible.
Hi, I'm Oscar.
[spitting]
[Martin] I knew I couldn't
keep living like that forever.
That's when an unexpected
opportunity came along.
Here, hand me my briefcase there
and I'll show you.
[Martin] The guy I'd just blown,
he turned out to be a smuggler.
His specialty was
star-shaped blood diamonds
from Sierra Leone.
-[darkly intriguing music playing]
-He wanted to keep his legacy going.
He was on the hunt for a protégé.
Apparently, my Nordic passport
and my good looks were valuable assets.
So I accepted his offer.
-And he took me under his wing.
-["Personal Jesus" by Will Barber playing]
[upbeat rock song continues]
Your own personal Jesus ♪
I was pretty good at it.
I only got caught once.
["Personal Jesus" continues playing]
But later on, I discovered that if I
could get women to fall in love with me,
and then send me money occasionally
over a longer period of time,
I could earn just as much
without taking any risk whatsoever.
But about two years ago,
I had to stop all that.
So back to smuggling.
Oh? What changed?
-Petra.
-[song continues]
-Reach out and touch faith ♪
-[Martin] Petra changed everything.
Hi.
Excuse me, uh…
I couldn't help noticing you
from across the room.
[man] You want a drink?
[Martin] That first time
you realize that money isn't an issue.
There's nothing like it.
It gives you power over yourself,
over others.
[Martin] I was forced
to stop conning women out of money.
At the time,
I wanted to stop smuggling weapons.
Diamonds were less risky.
But weapons pay a lot better.
That's when I met the Prince.
Good morning.
[Martin] I didn't realize
until much later that he was a cop.
As always,
I made sure to document everything.
I had someone pose as a tourist nearby
taking photos.
She got some pictures of us.
So if a customer doesn't pay,
they get a copy of the pictures
in the mail as a reminder.
And it nips any problems in the bud.
I never had to do that with the Prince.
He was punctual.
So this "Prince"
was your only Norwegian client?
My only big Norwegian client.
Last spring, a man contacted me.
He spoke Swedish, but he sounded
like he'd been in Norway for a while.
He'd clearly done his research.
He knew about my mother in Oslo.
He knew about
the star-shaped blood diamonds
that I specialized in years earlier.
Get a name for the guy?
He never said it.
He knew I smuggled weapons,
so he wanted both.
Asked for a…
Ceska Zbrojovka with a silencer,
and a diamond.
So you agreed to work for him.
What was the arrangement then?
When it came to delivery,
he had very specific instructions.
It had to be Frogner Park,
right by the Monolith.
5:00 in the afternoon,
when it's good and crowded.
That worked well for me.
It was easy to come and go
without being noticed.
I wasn't at any risk
of being recognized in Oslo.
I don't know
that many Norwegians, after all.
I fucked a Norwegian girl in Prague once.
She was on her honeymoon.
That was just another job for me.
Anyway, I put the goods in a
designated trash can, like he told me to.
The money had already been transferred
to my Swiss bank account.
He called again the next day…
for another delivery.
Same place. Same instructions.
I was hired three more times after that.
Each drop was five days apart.
The last time was different though,
he wanted two deliveries.
One Saturday and one Sunday.
So one today, one yesterday.
So the diamond
and gun we found in your suitcase
were for the delivery today?
Mmm.
[phone vibrating]
Hey.
Hi, it's Harry.
Hey, Harry! I'm happy you called.
Earlier I spoke with Maria Aminov and her…
Yeah, I was thinking people take
a lot of photos of tourist attractions.
Can you help me with something?
Are you trying to get me in trouble?
Definitely.
[dramatic music playing]
[Ivar] So, Detective Hole took a suspected
serial killer from our custody,
and we have no idea where they are?
We've already assigned men to the case.
It's a small team, but experienced.
They were hand-picked by Waaler,
who's leading the team.
[Ivar] Why haven't
the uniforms been briefed?
On-duty officers?
We figured we should wait
until after we had all talked.
To hear, um…
To hear your take on this, Ivar.
My take on what?
Waaler has promised to have them
in custody in under 24 hours.
In the meantime,
we've contained the spread of information.
The only ones who know he's missing
are the four of us,
and the custody officer, Groth.
There's no reason we shouldn't be able
to conceal this until Waaler's team…
has handled the problem for us.
Mmm-hmm.
You're awfully quiet, Bjarne.
Want to share your thoughts?
No idea. I just don't understand
what happened here.
Um…
It doesn't add up.
Doesn't add up, huh?
If the public
catches wind of our damage control…
we'll be crucified.
If they find out
we lost a suspected serial killer,
they'll do much worse than crucify us.
There's still time
for us to fix this mess.
And to do it with discretion.
Waaler?
There's only one way to save this,
just stand aside and let me fix it.
And that means everyone in this room
has to stay out of it.
Well, that's very generous of you,
but I'm afraid I can't accept your offer.
There's too much at stake.
With all due respect, sir,
you don't have a choice.
It's 9:00 a.m.
You have until midnight.
Find him and bring him in.
In 15 hours,
this will be released to the press.
-This meeting never happened.
-[darkly expectant music playing]
[Tom] Track these phone numbers.
Wait, are we tracking Harry Hole? Why?
-[Tom] Why?
-Yeah.
'Cause I said.
Good morning,
this is Beate Lønn from the Oslo Police.
What can you tell me about
those guided tours you do in Frogner Park?
[car alarm chirps]
[man] Ek.
Morning.
-I have a message for you.
-Okay.
If Harry Hole calls you,
we want you to do the following.
Ask him where he is.
If he won't tell you,
insist on meeting him face to face.
If not, tell him the deal's off, okay?
-And do it before midnight.
-What deal do you mean?
If I had a crystal ball,
I'd say he'll point the finger
at a captain he works with.
-But--
-After you've spoken with him,
you'll call the number and let us know.
Any questions?
But I know that you're police.
-I'm a journalist, not a fucking--
-Ek.
Your little brother is in cell A107.
And every Tuesday,
a baggie of drugs is smuggled in for him,
just like all the junkies.
He sticks it right in his arm,
never checks what it is.
It's been fine.
-For now.
-[menacing music playing]
You get what I'm saying?
What makes you think Hole will call me?
Because he's desperate.
And because you gave him your contact…
outside the theater yesterday.
Have a nice day.
[Beate] If Martin Aminov was indeed
in Frogner Park
when Barbara Svendsen was killed,
he's a very unlucky man.
He's not in any of the pictures,
and I've looked over hundreds.
He's not in a single picture?
[Beate] No.
Sorry, I'm not seeing him.
-[Holm] Beate. Beate, look, right here.
-[Beate] Just a second.
Saturday, 5:02 p.m.
Okay. I take back what I said.
I'm looking at him now.
-[darkly intriguing music playing]
-Hang on, is he…
Is he holding something?
A box or a plastic bag?
I can't tell, Harry.
I need a different angle.
He's got a suitcase,
but I can't see the other hand.
So you're positive Aminov was there?
[Beate] Yes, but nobody was
killed on Saturday, so it's not an alibi.
No, but it means that
at least some of what he's saying is true.
[darkly intriguing music continues]
Right.
Looks like I need your help after all.
The woman I spoke to just now,
she's risking her career to help us.
I need something
that makes it all worthwhile.
What do you have in mind?
She needs a picture
of you and Waaler in Prague.
What are you, insane?
I can't do that. I need it for leverage.
If I use it now, I can say goodbye
to operation "Rescue Aminov."
You can kiss that goodbye anyway.
We can't find a picture of you
at the fountain
the day Barbara Svendsen was murdered.
Kind of strange, don't you think?
When the tourists get all snap happy
at that fountain all summer.
That story you told, it's awfully hard
to swallow, wouldn't you say?
Is there a photo
of you and Waaler together?
My hard drive's in Prague.
Good.
Then call up your girlfriend in Prague
and have her send it
to Beate Lønn in forensics.
I want to see a photo
of you and Tom Waaler together,
and she has 45 minutes to send it!
If not…
I'll let you sit here handcuffed and tell
your friend Waaler exactly where you are.
[line ringing]
-[phone vibrating]
-[dark music playing]
-She's in the shower.
-Now you have 43--
[thrilling music playing]
[handcuffs clang]
[Petra] Yes, who is it?
Martin?
Is that you, Martin?
Talk.
Yeah.
Hi, it's me.
I need your help.
[dramatic music playing]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[phone ringing]
Forensics. Beate Lønn.
Hi, it's Harry.
-Listen--
-[quietly] Call me on my cell.
[sighs deeply]
[phone vibrating]
[Harry] What's going on?
I got an alert from our hacking software
showing that all communication,
even from forensics, is being tracked
right now by an outside party.
-That's obviously Waaler.
-I know.
So he knows you've been calling me,
which means I can't keep helping you.
Sorry.
Aminov's girlfriend
is going to email you a photo.
It shows Aminov
and Waaler meeting in Prague.
I want you to inspect it
and tell me what you think.
What do you think will happen to me
if an email from Prague
shows up in my inbox, huh?
I'll need to give a reason
as to why you've been calling.
What do I say?
You don't need to say anything
because I never called you.
What?
This is the third time you've called!
They don't know that.
I'm on a…
very old cell phone
that I traded with a very old friend.
[footsteps approaching]
So you knew this was gonna happen?
I knew they'd be tracking my phone.
I didn't think they'd track you as well.
Okay, I want to know
as little about this as possible.
Do not send anything else here.
Yeah, okay.
[suspenseful music playing]
I'm getting our usual signals
every half hour,
but they're scattered all over the city.
Yeah, I see that.
[Skarre] It pings here, then there,
sometimes back to where he's already been.
It makes no sense.
-[knocks loudly]
-[muted music playing in background]
I'm with the police.
I need to use your laptop.
[tense music playing]
NEW MESSAGE
PETRA@MAILDIRECT.COM
[tense music continues]
Beate, I need you
to take a look at something.
Okay.
[Holm] This was taken
last Monday around 5:30 p.m.,
half an hour after Barbara Svendsen
was killed at Carl Berner.
It's a half hour away.
Anyone could bike
from there to Frogner Park.
The bike courier.
-[Holm] It could be.
-Do you see that?
-[Holm] What?
-He has a Band-Aid.
So the suspect
will have a matching Band-Aid?
Or a scar, cut, tattoo…
He's hiding something.
Well, first we need to figure out
if this guy is actually our murderer.
[Beate] Yeah.
And how the hell do we do that?
[dark music playing]
We could go talk to the only man that
we know has seen the murderer up close.
Clausen.
Are you almost done?
[Harry] Almost.
[menacing music playing]
[Martin] You think you know who it is?
I have a theory, but I can't say for sure
if he's the killer or not.
I need evidence to prove it.
So you don't know for sure.
It's only a theory.
-[laughs softly]
-[majestic choral music playing]
[Harry] Yeah, you're right, I don't know.
It could be a coincidence, I…
I know they happen.
But not this one.
And I know what I need to do.
Sorry, I got home pretty late last night.
You're… bleeding.
That's nothing.
Truls was feeling playful today.
We roughhoused.
Come in.
-Thank you.
-[majestic choral music continues]
[Clausen] Maybe.
[Beate] Maybe?
[Clausen] It could be him.
It's the same clothes, same helmet,
those stupid shades.
Band-Aid on the knee?
As I said earlier, I'm not…
in the business of studying
men's bodies close up like this, but, um…
If I had to guess…
I believe from first glance
I'd say he's the same man from the office.
But beyond that…
[phone vibrating]
Maya Ek.
Yeah, this is Harry Hole.
I want you to listen very carefully.
I have information on who's behind
the Bike Courier killings.
And I have intel on a colleague
smuggling in weapons.
You'll get the exclusive scoop if you
post it on your front page immediately.
Where are you, Hole?
Where I am doesn't matter.
I can prove that Martin Aminov
is not the killer,
and that a high-ranking officer
has been operating a weapons ring,
trafficking guns into Norway for years.
That story soundsfantastic.
But you know I can't write anything
based off of one phone call, I'm sorry.
Since when?
-I have proof of it.
-Look.
No serious journalist will print
an exposé of a beloved police captain
smuggling weapons
without verifying the source first.
I can recognize your voice,
so obviously I know it's you, but…
I have no idea if you're drunk or crazy.
Every story we publish needs confirmation,
if not we could get sued.
I have to be careful.
Trust me.
I want to print this as much as you do.
-But we need to meet first.
-Right.
Schrøder bar at 5.00 p.m.
And come alone, or no deal.
And also…
don't tell anyone,
not a single soul, understood?
[line disconnects]
-[suspenseful music playing]
-[sighs]
[Tom] Okay, what have you got, Skarre?
Hole's phone is moving all over the place.
It's impossible to pinpoint, we're trying.
Another one of the phones on your list
has made several calls in the last
24 hours to the forensics internal line.
[Tom] Okay.
[Wulf] It's registered
to an Øystein Eikeland.
-Looks like he's a taxi driver.
-[Tom] Right, and?
Right now the signal
seems to be bouncing all over the place,
so we can assume it's our guy, sir.
[Tom] Got it. Okay, keep going.
-[line disconnects]
-[darkly intriguing music playing]
[phone ringing]
Talk to me.
[Beate] Check his left knee
for any cuts, moles, or birthmarks.
Yeah, one sec.
Show me your left knee.
Nothing there.
-Why?
-Clausen just identified the bike courier.
The man in the park was also
the man at Svendsen's office that day.
What?
Okay.
What'd he say?
He said…
that he's found our murderer.
[dramatic music playing]
-["The End" by The Doors playing on radio]
-[car door opens]
[Tom] Maridalsvannet, please.
Where in Maridalsvannet?
Get moving. I'll tell you.
-["The End" continues playing on radio]
-Of our elaborate plans ♪
-Okay if I turn it up?
-No.
-Of everything that stands… ♪
-No?
I hate the Doors.
-No safety or surprise… ♪
-Strange.
I mean, the Doors are the Doors.
[laughing]
Ah…
Turn it off.
-Can you-- ♪
-[music stops abruptly]
[bartender] It'd be great.
-[woman] You think so?
-[bartender] Of course. Yeah.
[music playing faintly in background]
[bartender] Hi.
[Maya] Hi. Um…
just a mineral water, please.
[menacing music playing]
[Tom] You see that?
Just take this left up here.
Right here.
You mean up into the forest?
Up here.
-[branch thumps]
-Fuck this.
Look, I'm sorry.
I can't take you any further.
It'll damage the car.
Last time I spent a fortune
fixing the undercarriage.
I could call dispatch
and I could get an SUV to come up here.
They'll have no problem
going the rest of the way.
And which phone will you use to call them?
Your own? Or…
Harry Hole's?
I don't know
what you're talking about, uh…
but I can't help you, sir,
this trip is over.
-[inhales nervously]
-I don't think so.
Eikeland.
Your records state
that you're intelligent.
So you should be able
to figure out what I want.
Harry's cell phone.
Maybe in the trunk?
Glove box?
-Hmm?
-[groans]
Huh?
Or in your pocket?
Hmm?
[grunting loudly]
-Shh, shh, shh, shh…
-[gasping]
-Easy, easy. Listen, listen.
-[grunting]
I'm happy to take
all the time in the world.
There's no rush, okay?
You've got nowhere to go.
[cries out]
If you touch that alarm button…
[Eikeland choking]
I'll kill you, you hear?
-[breathing raggedly]
-I'm good at it.
I killed someone around here, actually.
[yelling] Where the fuck is Harry Hole?
This is your last chance, Eikeland.
-Where's your drunk little buddy?
-[choking]
-[crying out]
-[yelling] Where?
Okay! Don't fucking…
Fucking asshole!
[Eikeland grunts]
-[panting]
-Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
[muttering]
Mmm-mmm. Leave me alone.
Open. Open.
-Good, open, open.
-[muffled grunting]
That's it.
-Open wide.
-[muffled sobbing]
-Let it go all the way in.
-[muffled groaning]
-[laughing]
-[menacing music continues]
I'll count to five.
-[muffled grunting]
-One.
-Two.
-[muffled grunting]
-[muffled] Wait, wait, wait. Don't.
-Three.
Four.
I don't care about a phone.
[yelling] Where is Harry?
[whimpering] Wait.
Please, fuck, enough. Enough.
He's at home.
We tried there already.
Last chance, idiot.
No…
In Oppsal.
Oppsal, that's where he…
That's where he grew up.
Oppsal.
We've been tracking
your phone for the past four hours,
I know that's bullshit.
He sure as shit isn't in Oppsal,
so that makes you a liar,
you fucking prick.
-Wait! Wait! Hey!
-[phone ringing]
Wait!
Yep. Shh, shh, shh.
-Quiet.
-[ringing continues]
Yeah?
What?
Schrøder at 5:00 p.m.?
Okay.
Okay, gather as many as you can.
[Eikeland breathing heavily]
Okay, um…
Town center, please.
Okay?
[gasping]
[key turns]
[car starting]
[music playing faintly in background]
You're sure that Harry Hole
hasn't been in here?
He hasn't.
[knock on door]
[menacing music playing]
[phone vibrating]
Hello?
-No show.
-What do I do next?
Stay there until 8:00.
Call this number if he turns up.
-We need to move on.
-And Thomas?
As long as you do as we say,
nothing will happen to your brother.
Remember, none of this gets out.
No. No, of course not, but…
What's gonna happen to Harry?
-Have a good night, Ek.
-[line disconnects]
She was setting you up?
How could you know for sure?
I only mentioned it was a colleague,
but she knew it was a captain.
That means she already knows it's Waaler.
And there's only one way
she could have known that.
He was threatening her.
It could be it just slipped out,
but it seemed to me like
she was actually trying to warn me.
[breathes deeply] I don't know.
Maybe they were listening in.
They had the phone wired.
Are you always this paranoid?
I don't know. Yeah, sure.
It doesn't mean that I'm not right.
It doesn't mean
they're not after us, right? I get it.
There's gotta be other journalists.
None that are reliable.
I can't use this now,
they've compromised this phone.
And they'll be tracking us.
Hmm. Definitely paranoid.
Why the hell
would Waaler track your phone?
The deal I made with my driver friend
was he was supposed to call me
from Grønland between 5:00 and 6:00
if it was going according to plan.
And now… it's ten past 6:00.
That means that
they found out about that phone.
And they'll be on their way here.
You could at least do something
to try to get us the fuck out of here.
[phone ringing]
-Beate Lønn.
-[man] Hi, this is the lab calling.
It's about the seed.
[darkly intriguing music playing]
You've got a burner phone?
So if this whole time
you've had that phone,
then why did you decide to call her
with the other one then?
-Knowing they'd trace it?
-Why indeed.
[laughs softly]
You want him to find us.
Ah. Interesting theory.
Huh.
[line ringing]
-[Beate] Hey.
-Hi, Beate. It's Harry.
-Hey, Harry.
-You find anything new?
I just got the lab results on the seed.
It's exactly what you thought.
[dramatic music playing]
Thanks. That's all I needed.
-[Beate] So it is him.
-Yes.
Thank you, Beate.
You stay here.
[dramatic music building]
[door opens and closes]
[menacing music playing]
[menacing music continues]
Huh. What's this?
A seed.
Was that Hole just now?
No.
-No?
-No.
No?
-[menacing music continues]
-Don't touch me.
I thought you liked this.
What do you want?
I want to give you a chance.
-For what?
-A chance to keep your job.
I know he called you
with his little taxi buddy's cell phone.
-Where is he?
-I don't know.
-Answer!
-I don't know!
Where's he hiding?
I said I don't know!
[screams]
Where is he?
-[cries] I don't know.
-Where is Hole?
-I don't know.
-The truth.
-[yells] I told you, I don't know!
-Don't lie!
I'll break your arm off, I swear.
I'll snap it in two. I'll break it off.
-Talk!
-[screams and sobs]
-[phone beeps]
-Get Holm!
-Now!
-[Skarre on phone] Sure…
[Beate crying]
You say one word about this…
and I'll fucking kill you,
do you understand?
[Skarre] Holm, can you go to the lab?
It sounds urgent.
-[screaming]
-[door closes]
[phone clattering]
-You okay?
-[yells] Let me go!
[menacing music continues]
[sweeping classical music playing]
[audience cheering and clapping]
-[classical music continues in background]
-[exclaims softly]
[phone vibrates]
ARE YOU FAR AWAY, KITTEN?
DON'T KEEP ME WAITING
[gentle music playing]
[thunder booms in distance]
[Rakel] Good night, honey.
[kissing]
[ominous music playing]
[ominous music building]
[thunder booming]
[sweeping music playing]
[laughs softly]
[giggles]
[thunder booming]
[sweeping music continues]
-[woman laughs]
-[sweeping music continues]
[intercom ringing]
-[Frank] Yeah?
-Harry Hole.
From the police.
[lock buzzes]
-[sweeping music building]
-[thunder booming]
[woman moaning]
[Harry grunts]
What can we help you with?
-[darkly intriguing note plays]
-[water sloshing]
[shower running]
[sinister music playing]
-[gasps]
-[dramatic note plays]
[gasping]
[screaming]
[man] Isn't she beautiful?
This is my Galatea.
Your sister and my whore of a wife.
[dark music playing]
[dark music continues]
["Raining Blood" by Slayer playing]
[heavy metal song continues]
Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive ♪
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquittance ♪
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near ♪
Fall into me, the sky's crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone ♪
Pierced from below
Souls of my treacherous past ♪
[song fading]