Detective Hole (2026) s01e09 Episode Script

[raining heavily]
[thunder roaring]
[tense music playing]
[thunder roaring]
Why don't you just go knock on the door?
And why aren't there more officers here?
It's summer vacation.
[Ruth] I suppose you need
a search warrant first?
No, I have probable cause,
so I don't need one. Thanks.
-What's he doing now?
-How the fuck should I know?
[groaning]
[Tom pants heavily]
[groans loudly]
[Tom hushes Oleg]
Oleg. Oleg, keep quiet. Listen to me.
If your mom wakes up right now,
I'll be forced to kill her.
Do you understand?
We have to help each other.
We're gonna take a little trip together.
Grab your jacket.
Come on. Hurry up.
[intriguing intro music playing]
[thunder roars]
[panting]
Oleg?
Oleg!
Oleg?
Oleg?
Oleg?
Oleg. No need to worry, okay?
Willy.
Harry?
-How did you get in here?
-Balcony door was open.
-What do you want? What's going on?
-I think you already know that.
I don't get it.
We've come to take you in.
Who's "we?" Looks like you're here alone.
[chuckles] Are you fucking drunk?
Marius Veland, Camilla Loen,
Lisbeth Barli, Barbara Svendsen.
What're you going on about?
Uh…
-Emergency dispatch. Go ahead.
-My name is Rakel Fauke.
My son's been kidnapped.
Alright. Why do you think
he's been kidnapped, ma'am?
There was someone in my bed,
and my son's not here, someone took him.
That's why he put on his Rosenborg jersey.
He hates that jersey.
He would never put it on unless…
he was letting me know
something was really wrong.
Just try to calm down. A missing jersey
doesn't necessarily mean--
I've worked for the police.
I know when it makes sense
to report a missing person,
and I know someone took him.
The jersey isn't enough--
He did it to tell me
that something was wrong!
I'm heading to the station.
Sending us Lisbeth's finger
was a bad idea.
The human excrement under her nails,
we found seeds in it.
Fennel seeds, Willy. From Theatercaféen.
The exact place you had lunch
the day Lisbeth disappeared.
The problem is human digestion would take
twelve hours for that seed to reach
the end of your colon as fecal matter.
So I don't care
how often she fingerfucked you,
those seeds must've gotten
under her nail after she disappeared.
Which means what?
That you murdered her, cut off her finger,
and put it up your ass before we got here.
-That's what we call technical evidence.
-Technical evidence.
So that's concrete and irrefutable, huh?
Okay.
[clears throat]
I knew you guys would probably
show up here with a dog, right?
So I realized it was
the best spot to hide it.
Her finger, I mean.
-Smart.
-Hmm.
And there was a degree of sentimentality.
That picture…
I didn't know the picture out there
was from the Staromák Square.
But then I saw a photo today
with the same two towers in it.
Martin Aminov used to pick up women there.
Women who could support him financially.
Women like your wife.
That's when I understood your motive.
You discovered that Lisbeth had started
an affair with Aminov
on your honeymoon in Prague, right?
You wanted revenge.
You wanted to make them pay, didn't you?
I knew that Lisbeth had a…
short fling with that man.
But I didn't realize it was an affair
until we were renovating the apartment.
That's when I found the two letters.
[Martin] "My darling.
You light my whole body on fire."
"You're the only one I think about."
"I'll get us a penthouse
and make love to you
in a king-sized bed next time,
not an alley."
"You deserve so much more
than what you wrote."
"A marriage shouldn't be
all about convenience."
"That's the road to a life without love."
[retches]
"Like I mentioned before,
I got scammed by a close friend."
"I need to borrow some money.
Just to get back on my feet."
"As soon as it's all taken care of,
I will come get you."
"My account number is
on the back of the photo."
[Willy] I remember him
from Prague four years ago.
He came over to our table to sell us
some necklaces with star-shaped diamonds.
And of course he gave us
a card with an address,
in case we wanted to order something.
[Martin] Call me anytime.
Do you know what it feels like to realize
that the person you love…
has not only betrayed you,
but never loved you to begin with.
What about the other one?
That one Lisbeth wrote.
It was postmarked in the Czech Republic.
But it was returned because
the mailing address couldn't be found.
[Lisbeth] "Dear Martin. It's been so long
since I've heard from you."
"I hope the money I sent helped
get you back on your feet."
"No matter how hard I try,
I can't get you out of my head."
"When I make love to my husband,
I imagine that he's you."
"Where are you?"
But that wasn't the worst part.
That was seeing the date.
'Cause she must have sent it…
in February.
This year.
What else could I do?
Mm.
So you decided to stage
her murder because of that.
And then pin it on him.
You're a good director, Barli.
But first I had to find him.
-[man] Never met him.
-Okay.
So I said that I was in the market
for star-shaped diamonds
and I made it clear
which hotel I was staying at.
All I could do then was sit and wait.
[phone rings]
When he finally called,
I told him I needed someone
who could get me the diamonds discreetly,
along with some weapons. No middlemen.
And then we made a deal
that he would come to Oslo
and drop off the stuff in a garbage can
in Frogner Park every five days.
So you knew that he was there,
and that he wouldn't have an alibi
for all the murders you committed.
And you repeated that four times.
You used an accent to record messages
on cassettes left at the crime scenes.
A five-pointed devil's cross.
It will show you the way.
[Harry] Then you sent us
your wife's finger.
Why'd you make it so complicated?
Because I needed a scapegoat.
If the case went unsolved
and Lisbeth was just missing,
everyone would've thought it was me.
'Cause it's always the husband.
-Where is she?
-You should know that.
Alright.
Drop it and move away.
I said drop it!
Good. Hey, sit down!
She had the exact same look in her eye.
Deep down, I'm just a simple man
who followed his heart.
But maybe you can tell me
which heart is more damaged, Detective.
Is it the heart that's uncontrollable,
that can never stop loving no matter what,
or a heart that's incapable
of loving anyone back?
-Where is she?
-She's here.
She's always here.
That's what you don't understand.
I've put her somewhere
only I could ever find her.
Somewhere that's reserved for me and her.
And I want her here forever.
I preserved her in alcohol, Harry.
My problem is
I keep trying to do it again.
But she just didn't understand.
What are you talking about?
Okay, now get up.
-What are you talk--
-I said, get up!
Turn around, that's right.
Oh, fuck.
[Willy] The new Lisbeth…
panicked.
She was threatening
to ruin everything, just like you.
Fuck… Jesus Christ.
Isn't she beautiful?
Huh?
Look at her.
Look down. All the way down.
Listen…
I think our little show deserves
a satisfying ending.
Right, Harry?
The audience would never believe it
if I just went along quietly
to the police station.
They need a happy ending.
So if there's no happy ending here,
I'll just make one.
That's my life's motto.
Although in this case…
it's a death motto.
Now let's count it down.
Five…
[intense music playing]
You're so broken, Harry.
Four…
The fuck you looking at, boy?
We both know your job
isn't the problem, it's you.
Three…
You remember our conversation?
-Two, Helge!
-Two…
[robber whispers] It's me.
[dreary music playing]
[water running]
-[distant thud]
-[woman screams]
[woman screaming in the distance]
[woman] Oh my God! Someone please help me!
Hurry, somebody help!
Call an ambulance! We need help down here!
Good God, what did he do?
[Harry] He wanted his story
to have a happy ending.
[tense music playing]
[phone vibrates]
-[Bjarne] Yep?
-[Tom] Have you heard from him?
-Harry? No.
-Okay.
What the hell are you doing, Tom?
-Let me know if he contacts you.
-I'm…
I wanna go home.
[thunder roars]
[dramatic music building]
MISSED CALL
[mobile pings rapidly]
MISSED CALL
CHECK YOUR VOICEMAIL NOW, HARRY.
Oh, f…
Fuck, fuck.
[line ringing]
-[Rakel] Hello?
-Hi, it's Harry.
-I've been calling you all night.
-Sorry, I don't have my cell phone.
-Is Oleg with you right now?
-I don't know where he is.
I'm at the station right now.
They're telling me to wait it out as long
as there's no suspicion of foul play
but I know someone took him, I know it.
-I'll find Oleg, okay?
-What? Where are you?
-Please go home.
-Wait, but Harry, I can't just leave--
Go home and lock the door now.
You won't be safe at the station.
You have to…
you just have to trust me, okay?
Leave right now. Trust me.
[man] Ready to go home, ma'am?
[darkly music playing]
[Tom] Hey, Harry.
Me and Oleg were just wondering
where you are.
Listen, if you put a hand on him,
you're dead.
-Where are you?
-I asked you first.
What do you want?
I want to make things right, that's all.
Right? It's not too late for that.
-Tom, listen to me--
-Just give me the address.
-Tom, please don't do it.
-Please?
Harry, I made you a life-changing offer,
but instead you do this to me.
This is your fault.
Think it through--
You know the sound
when someone gets their throat slit?
The knife cuts in through the cartilage,
opening the neck.
Then there's this little wheezing sound.
[sucks air loudly]
Tom…
Sounds like when you're at the dentist.
You know, the air escaping
when you sever the trachea.
The campus housing, room 406.
Student housing. Right.
Okay, Oleg and I are on our way.
Give me 20 minutes.
Just leave the door open. Sit on the floor
with your hands above your heads.
Tom. Tom!
Fuck.
[bus honking]
[tense music building]
Stop fucking crying.
Iggy Pop songs starting with C. You first.
No, cut it out.
"China Girl."
Not now.
It helps.
"Candy."
"Cry for Love."
"China Girl."
You said that one.
There's two versions.
-Uhm… "Cold Metal."
-[metal thuds in the distance]
[metal shrieking]
Breathe.
Show your hands, so he can see.
Oleg, are you okay?
Of course he's okay.
Are you okay?
-[Oleg] I'm sorry.
-No, no, no.
[Tom] Stay there. What the fuck is this?
I told you to stay in the room, didn't I?
The room key and the cuff key.
No, spit! Spit it out!
I guess you'll have
to switch up your plan.
What fucking plan?
Your plan, the one where
you kill Aminov and me in there.
Make it look like I shot him
and then myself.
You've already done it,
it's how you murdered Ellen.
What about the fact that
you just got dumped by your girlfriend,
so you kidnapped her son on your way here.
Tragically,
they found his body next to yours,
and you had this in your pocket.
Huh?
I knew you'd find us.
All I had to do was make it complicated
enough for you to not suspect anything.
Hey, stop! Oleg. Oleg!
Come back here.
Come back, or I'll shoot Harry.
Summer vacation sucks, right?
Nobody's working.
What're you talking about?
Everything gets delayed,
like getting all the cameras outta here.
I called Otto.
We're rolling. Say hi.
You're finished.
Hand me the gun, alright?
All that's on that camera is me arresting
a deranged cop who lost his mind,
and went off and kidnapped a detainee.
You basically just confessed
in front of a camera, Tom.
Shut up. You don't know
what the fuck you're talking about.
Cameras don't pick up sound.
Come here.
-Hey, take it easy.
-Shut up.
Push the button.
It's over, Tom.
Everything's gonna be on camera now.
-There's no camera in the elevator.
-Huh?
Get in. Go!
I said get in!
I found your little gun, Harry.
Went down the garbage chute, sorry.
I said get the fuck in.
Come on, get in!
[Harry] Here, take this.
Thank God, he fucking fell for it.
-Hey, hey, hey!
-[gunshots]
[gun shooting]
[gunshot]
[Oleg] Help!
-Stop the elevator.
-[Oleg] Harry!
[screams]
Harry, help me!
-Harry!
-[eerie distorted sound effects]
[Oleg] Harry!
I'll kill him, Harry.
[Harry] Oleg!
[Tom] Come on, Harry. Send the elevator
back up or I'll blow his fucking head off.
[grunts]
Stop the elevator. Let go!
Harry! Harry, I'm begging you.
Don't do this.
Stop! [groans]
-[bones and ligaments snapping]
-[groaning in pain]
[Waaler whining outside]
-Are you okay?
-Yeah.
-Did you swallow that key?
-No, that was the storage room key.
[Martin] Fuck, he's coming after us.
Stay in the elevator,
Ride it up between the two floors.
I'll be back, I promise, okay?
I'm coming back.
[grunting]
[tense music building]
[wheezing]
["Prisoner of the Road"
by Sivert Høyem playing]
When I go ♪
I go alone ♪
There ain't no one ♪
Ever looking out for me ♪
Just the sun ♪
My own lean shadow ♪
And the wind ♪
Out among the trees ♪
Home… ♪
-Mom!
-Oh, God, honey. Oh my God.
[sobbing] Sweetheart.
-Are you okay?
-[Oleg] Yeah, I'm fine.
-Are you sure, honey?
-Fine.
-Are you sure?
-Yeah.
[Rakel sobbing]
Is it over?
Yeah, for now.
Okay.
Sweetie, were you scared?
I wasn't afraid once Harry got there.
-I'm sorry, but I have to go.
-What are you saying?
-You're better off without me.
-[Rakel sobbing]
You can't decide that for us.
[emotional string music playing]
[Oleg] Please come back when you're done.
Okay.
I'm gonna… I'll give you a call…
Yeah.
[Malik] Forensics wants it
to stay locked down for now.
The apartment's been scoured
and they called it in.
The body's been ID'd, it's Toya Harang.
[phone ringing]
-Møller.
-[Harry] Evening, Chief.
All hell's about to break loose
for you now, you know that, right?
Everyone in the media's gonna want
a piece of you. Even overseas.
They've already heard about
the Bike Courier Killer in the States.
Yeah, I'll survive.
Anyway, Martin Aminov
is back in his holding cell.
We thought it was safest to keep him there
until we clear things up tomorrow.
One last thing. "Character."
Tell that to Harry, will ya?
-Yeah, it's an Iggy Pop song, Chief.
-Sure, whatever you say.
By the way, your buddy, Eikeland,
was in custody too,
but you'll be glad to know that
we released him. He's a free man again.
Listen, don't tell anyone.
There's a chance I was slightly
intoxicated when you busted me.
-So…
-[chuckles]
I've spoken to Internal Affairs.
They feel confident the security footage
from the student dorms,
as well as Aminov's and Oleg's statements,
will be more than enough
to support your side of this.
You won't be prosecuted
for Waaler's death.
But as for you taking Aminov
out of custody
and breaking into Willi Barli's apartment,
I'm afraid I can't promise anything.
I gotta go, Chief.
[phone vibrates]
This is Maya.
Hi, this is Harry Hole.
Hang on. Don't tell me where you are.
-My phone could be bugged.
-Yeah, I'm sure it is.
I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do.
They told me
they'd take my little brother.
Yeah, I thought it would be
something like that.
But now you have the chance
to make it right.
I'm gonna give you a story
that you can publish in Aftenposten.
But here's the catch.
You can only run it if something happens
to me or my loved ones.
Okay?
Okay.
[Harry] If your phone is bugged,
then everybody knows about this now.
[woman] The cause of death is clear
but what I don't understand
is the stab wounds.
-[man] Must have been from the chisel.
-Maybe.
But the more I look at them,
it seems like the wounds
were inflicted post-mortem.
It looks like the knife
was being twisted around too.
[Agnes] Harry, I need an explanation.
Right. For why I took Aminov
out of custody,
or why I broke into Barli's apartment?
No, don't worry, we'll take care of that.
I meant more…
the approach.
You found out
that our serial killer wasn't textbook.
Thank you.
I'm not talking about the evidence.
Tell me the origin of the idea.
Did you know that Duke Ellington
used to ask his piano tuner
to adjust the strings
because he didn't want his piano
to be perfectly in tune?
I didn't.
The Bike Courier Killer
was too fine-tuned somehow.
Our theory felt right, but not genuine.
I was wrong, Harry.
-I'm sorry about that.
-Yeah.
And the reason I wanted
to meet was to tell you that…
I'm not going to sign
your dismissal paperwork.
Oh, really?
I have to say,
you don't seem overly excited.
-Have you gotten any other offers?
-Two.
What kind of work?
Øystein Eikeland wants me
to drive his cab on night shift.
The other offer?
It didn't work out.
The truth is that we need you.
I need you, Harry.
Okay?
It would be completely naive to think
that Waaler is just a single rotten apple
in the department. There are others.
I would really like you to keep helping us
find out who else is in his network.
I don't think that I'm your guy.
No, I know that nobody wants
to snitch on their colleagues, I get it.
But you would be reporting
to me and me alone, alright?
Just us.
But that would also mean
that when you write your reports,
or when you talk to the press,
you'd have to keep quiet
about Waaler's weapons smuggling.
I know that's a lot to ask of anyone,
so of course it's totally up to you.
Understood.
Now, in case you decide to drive
a taxi instead, I have to ask,
is there anything we don't know about?
Did… Waaler say who else
could be implicated in the smuggling ring?
Did he mention any names?
-Anything at all we can work with?
-No.
Good work with Barli.
Always the husband.
[Intriguing music playing]
-[Agnes] Always the husband.
-[Willy] I needed a scapegoat.
If the case went unsolved
and Lisbeth was just missing,
everyone would have thought it was me.
[Ellen] My guess is the robber's
threatening her with a gun,
saying he'll shoot her,
and she's in shock.
[robber whispers] It's me…
[Willy] It's always the husband.
[exhales]
[line ringing]
-[Rakel] Hi.
-[Harry] Hi, it's me.
There's something I have to take care of.
Could we do dinner instead?
Yeah, no problem. I love you.
-And you love me.
-Yeah, I do.
[emotional music drowning out dialogue]
[Bjarne] So Beate is 100% certain?
[Harry] The husband was never
on the list of suspects.
It was the first time Beate had seen him.
But yeah, she's sure.
Yeah? What's going on?
You murdered your wife.
Five years ago, you walked into the bank
where she worked and shot her in the head.
[Bjarne] He robbed a bank
just to shoot his wife?
He staged the whole thing as a…
[Harry] As one big diversion,
just like Willy Barli.
Both of them knew that the husband
is always the first suspect.
Whether it's a serial killer
or a bank robber.
[automated voice] The number
you're calling is no longer in service.
[emotional string music playing]
[music turns eerie]
[masked man] What do we do now?
[woman] It's simple.
We regroup and lay low for a while.
After that, we'll come back stronger.
["Blitzkrieg Bop" by Ramones playing]
Hey ho, let's go ♪
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind ♪
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop ♪
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat ♪
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop ♪
Hey ho, let's go
Shoot 'em in the back now ♪
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go ♪
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind ♪
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop ♪
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam heat ♪
Pulsating to the back beat
The Blitzkrieg Bop ♪
[man] Yeah, that's Tom Waaler.
He grew up down the street.
Mmm. How'd you know each other?
I just remember he had it bad.
I heard stories
about his dad beating him at home.
There were rumors
that it got a lot darker than that.
Um…
His dad worked as a bricklayer.
He didn't work a lot. So…
He's a heavy drinker.
I don't remember much else. Sorry.
No…
He called you Solo,
and he said you were buddies.
Yeah, Solo's a nickname I got working
in the shop, but the other part…
Tom Waaler and I weren't buddies.
He didn't really have any friends.
None?
No.
I don't really know why.
I always remember him being pretty nice.
He was the type to help old ladies
across the street.
A boy scout. Super harmless.
Tom was reclusive.
A little weird too.
And then there was his dad's death.
It was pretty bizarre.
A mishap at home
like that's one in a million.
Oh, yeah?
Well, yeah…
I mean, it's one thing
to stumble over drunk, but…
to stumble onto the point
of the knife you're holding?
Yeah.
Thanks a lot.
[music resumes]
Shoot 'em in the back now ♪
What they want, I don't know
They're all revved up and ready to go ♪
They're forming in a straight line
They're going through a tight wind ♪
The kids are losing their minds
The Blitzkrieg Bop ♪
They're piling in the back seat
They're generating steam… ♪
[music fades]