"What's happening in the Máni case?" "Anything new come out the police questioning Esther?" "How come we found strands of your hair in the vehicle?" "I reckon they went hunting together and she killed him with the shotgun." "Which of these is most likely to tell us something about Esther?" "This one." "Thorhildur." "Green Party." "Are you suggesting she was unfaithful to Máni?" "If you want to know any more, you can try talking to someone else on the Vatnmýrar Committee, like Grétar." "They know each other very well." "Can I ask you to make sure the media don't get hold of this?" "Are you absolutely sure he had a relationship with Esther?" "A witness has just come forward to testify that he was with you somewhere else on the 23rd and 24th of April." "Esther and I, we're not bad people." "I don't want you to think that." "Let's see how fast it goes." "You really don't remember me, do you?" "What do you mean?" "I chased him and..." "And what?" "I beat the shit out of him." "Isn't Grétar the owner?" "Yes, that's right." "A greedy bastard." "What were you doing there anyway?" "I told you." "I'd arranged to meet him at Kaffitár and when he didn't turn up I went to look for him." "You called us and then left the place" "Yes." "My daughter was in the car." "I didn't want her to see him hanging there." "I wasn't feeling that great myself." "And why was that?" "Why was that?" "The man was dead!" "Do you feel as if this is partly your fault?" "Yes, I do." "Do you think that's strange?" "I feel as if I killed him." "That's it from the news desk." "And now over to Jakob Bjarnar at Deiglan." "Jakob." "Yes, the main story of the day is, of course, the tragic death of Grétar Jónsson-in the wake of the front page news" "With us are Atli Rúnar Halldórsson, professor of media studies" "With us are Atli Rúnar Halldórsson, professor of media studies at the University of Reykjavik and Fylkir Gunnarsson, reporter." "But first, let's see what public reaction was to the news." "We asked quite simply:" "Is this alright?" "If you're asking me whether the press ought to be allowed to print this kind of story, then I say no." "Totally unacceptable." "So you didn't buy today's Post?" "Yes, actually, I did, but it's going straight in the rubbish." "Yes, they probably went too far." "But I don't know whether he killed himself as a result of the story hitting the paper." "He might have been depressed" "I don't know." "Well, there's a couple of reactions from readers." "Atli, what is your opinion." "How do you view this situation?" "It's just another case of media alienation." "This Post has now reached an all-time low." "The kind of journalist who writes this muck has no morals." "Would you go as far as to say that the Post had killed Grétar?" "Yes, I would." "I don't think there's any doubt about it." "It's the same as committing murder." "I know that sounds like very harsh but that's what I think." "Well, that's just not normal." "I'm speechless." "Well, they're certainly not speechless at the Post." "That's quite clear." "First they pry into people's private affairs and then they drive a man to suicide." "Yes, the paper, if one can call it that, clearly forced his hand." "No, there's no getting away from it." "That's journalism in Iceland today, unfortunately." "But seriously, should we just sit back and accept it?" "Are there no limits?" "Can they write whatever they want?" "I don't know." "We'll be looking at this story and other news items after this commercial break." "Are you ill, Mum?" "I don't know." "I don't think I'm going in to work." "Think about it." "The man committed suicide after the Post published that article." "That makes them murderers in my book." "The Post really is the lowest kind of trash." "OK, love, we'll be in touch." "See you then." "Bye." "Finish off your breakfast, darling, we're in a hurry." "The mother of one of the girls in my class works for the Post." "Really?" "What's her name?" "Her mum?" "Yes." "Her name's Lara." "So, where are our star reporters?" "I'm glad someone thinks this is funny." "I don't think we need to answer that question." "We know why Lara and Stefan are not here." "They have their reasons." "Not allowed so smoke here." "Do you see any smoke?" "What is it?" "Nicotine stick." "Now, I can finally smoke inside." "What's the matter with you?" "It's totally harmless." "Has Stefan stopped working here?" "No, Stefan hasn't stopped." "He's just thinking things over." "I want it understood that the Post has not killed anyone." "If someone commits suicide that means he kills himself and bears sole responsibility for the act." "It's just stupid to think otherwise." "A daily newspaper can never have so much power as to decide who lives and who dies." "Larus is back, so put your cameras on his desk." "And I think I might point out the photos in the paper today make up the worst collection I have ever seen in the Post." "On the front page of today's Post is the headline:" "GRÉTAR HANGED HIMSELF followed by an exclamation mark." "The heading alone takes up more than half the page and also features a photograph of Grétar and below it a cross." "This follows yesterday's headline in the Post that had a photo of the same Grétar alongside a picture of Esther Gunnarsdóttir, declaring that they were lovers." "Many believe that Grétar's suicide was a direct result of the story in the Post." "It also raises some big questions about the ethics of journalism." "Mum, don't be sad." "Sorry, darling, I just feel so bad." "Are you crying?" "Come on now, love, off to school." "Mummy's stopped crying." "I'm taking your mobile with me to work." "Viggo's going to take a look at it." "Maybe he can fix it." "But please don't be sad, Mum." "Of course, my love." "Mummy's not sad anymore." "Have a good day." "Bye Mummy." "Bye darling." "This is quite a situation we have on our hands." "One of our reporters is going to be charged with assault." "And the paper seems to be responsible for a suicide." "We were only reporting the news." "Oh really?" "Was Stefan reporting the news when he hit that guy?" "The man in question is a convicted paedophile and he hanged Stefan's cat." "Wait a minute, are you justifying this?" "Bjarni, what exactly are you saying?" "You think this is OK, do you?" "Damn!" "As you might imagine, the editorial board of the Post here on Grensásvegur Post is not exactly jumping with joy after the events of the past 24 hours." "Or the editors themselves." "Or the editors themselves." "Any comment on the Post's response to public hostility..." "Get out of here!" "Out, I said!" "OK, take it easy." "Aren't you going to answer my question?" "Get the hell out here, I said." "Nökkvi, are you going to start hitting people, just like Stefan?" "How about we try to calm down a little?" "My deepest condolences." "Thank you." "You'll have to forgive me but I must ask you" "Do you think there was any connection between Grétar and Máni Magnússon" "Do you mean aside from the fact that they were sleeping with the same woman?" "Yes, that is what I meant." "Of course, they knew each on a business basis." "Do you know whether Grétar had any construction contracts from Máni's company?" "I wasn't that involved in his business deals." "He went completely his own way." "I don't want to be insensitive but I have to ask you about your marriage." "Was there a certain coldness between you and..." "Yes, there was a considerable sense of coldness." "On the verge of divorce?" "Not because of that woman." "Not on my behalf." "I don't understand it." "Grétar has never suffered with depression." "And you found no note?" "No." "He didn't even say goodbye." "What was the last thing you two talked about?" "He came back home after having left a message on the phone about us needing to talk things over." "What he said did not surprise me." "He thought he was going to tell me something I didn't know." "But, naturally, I was angry when I heard it was going to appear in the papers." "I have always turned a blind eye to his affairs, as long as the whole city didn't know about it." "He slept on the sofa the last night he was home." "Is the message still on the answering phone?" "Birna, we need to talk." "There's something I need to tell you." "Best you hear it from me when I come home tonight." "Is that a man who is going to take his own life?" "I'm never putting a foot inside the building again." "I feel totally lost." "I'm quite proud about having hit the bastard." "On the other hand, I'm ashamed of myself and I want to say sorry." "You ought to apologize." "But, shit, he's a paedophile." "Should I really apologize?" "And he killed my cat!" "You'll be stronger for the experience." "You can actually go and do something." "I can't go to Grétar and ask forgiveness." "He's dead." "Now, I know how a murderer feels." "This feeling is going to stay with me my whole life." "Lara, it's not your fault." "Lara, dear, are you alright'" "Yes, I'm fine." "Good morning." "Good morning, Kristin." "Who can we kill today?" "I heard your mum's a murderer." "Your mum killed a man." "What's it like having a murderer for a mother?" "Shut up." "OK, now we have to focus." "We can't let ourselves be brought to a halt by some guilt complex that the whole nation is trying to foist on us..." "We're a paper that probes into..." "Bla, bla, bla." "And what am I supposed to do?" "Just change myself into some feelingless robot?" "Should I walk about like some robotic reporter and stop thinking about anything?" "I know exactly what you're going through, Lara, my dear." "You think I'm enjoying this?" "What effect do you think it has on my reputation?" "Oh, of course..." "You're not the only one here to has consider her position." "What are you talking about?" "What I say." "It's not..." "It's no laughing matter." "The man is dead." "Maybe you should all piss off somewhere and leave me here to clear up all the shit!" "If there was ever a time for a little solidarity, it's now." "Solidarity?" "And who is going to urge us all to show solidarity?" "You?" "Yes, and you." "You look like a moron with that thing in your mouth." "OK, Lara, let's get back to this story." "Esther Gunnarsdóttir." "You have to win her confidence and get some" "Information out of her so it's really important we find Halldor, the joint-owner of the factory." "There's a man who has something to tell us." "We have to saturate ourselves in this story." "It's our only means of defence." "Verkmat, can I help you?" "Yes, hello." "My name's Lara Karlsdóttir." "I'm a reporter at the Post." "Can I speak to Halldór Asgeirsson, please?" "I'm sorry, he's not here right now." "Can I take a message?" "Doesn't he have a mobile?" "I'm sorry, we're not allowed to give you his mobile number." "Alright, I'll try again later." "Thank you." "Who was that?" "Some woman reporter from the Post, asking for Halldór." "Halldór told me not to put any reporters through to him." "Agúst!" "Hello." "How's things with the summer chalet?" "Summer chalet?" "Yes, Lara said you were in trouble the other day after you'd said you'd take Alda to the countryside." "Yes, we'll I'm going to try again this weekend." "Oh yes." "Where is this chalet?" "Well, I don't actually know." "I haven't booked it yet." "In Grímsnes, I think." "Sounds like fun." "Well, I'll be seeing you then." "She seems to be doing very well indeed at the Post." "Lara?" "Yes." "Bye." "Hi." "Hi." "Hey, I've been thinking a lot about what happened back in '96." "Amazing how fast time flies." "You just don't realise until you're married and settled" "You were married and settled then, too, weren't you?" "Well, um, '96..." "Jesus Christ!" "Yes, I was." "I know you don't even remember it." "She, my wife, forgave me." "Look, it was a very long time ago." "Can you please stop talking about it?" "We just happen to be working at the same place-that's it." "Can I just say one thing?" "Yes, hello, Lara speaking." "My name's Davið Olafsson, the financial manager at Verkmat." "How do you do." "Don't you remember me?" "Sorry?" "Hey, you're the Lara who was in my class and I'm the Davíð who was in your class." "Funny you should call now after all these years, exactly when" "I was trying to get in touch with your company." "Exactly, I heard you were asking after Halldor" "I've been reading your pieces about Máni's disappearance." "That's right." "Talking of which, any chance of us meeting up to discuss the matter?" "Hello." "No, wait a minute." "I want to talk to you." "Hi, nice to see you." "Nice to see you, too." "You look great." "Thank you." "Take a seat." "So, how's things with you?" "Not much to say." "Unmarried, no children." "Financial manager." "Doesn't sound bad." "Lots of freedom and plenty of money." "I suppose so." "What about you?" "I hear you're married and have a child." "Actually, I'm divorced." "And yes, I have a daughter." "What, no current relationship?" "No, I can't say there is." "I find that difficult to believe." "It's true, even so." "I don't feel as if much has happened in my life since I danced with you in the ninth grade." "This perversion of mine comes from the devil." "I sometimes feel as if the devil himself is controlling me." "I reckon if I got to see God, I'd find that he was a little child." "An innocent child is godly." "When I do that to a child, I'm doing it to God." "I have nothing but hatred for myself, endless hatred." "You don't know how I wanted to kill myself." "I disgust myself." "I'm sorry." "I really regret having killed your cat." "It didn't deserve such an awful end." "It was just an innocent victim." "That's the truth." "Don't worry about it." "What do you think." "Did Máni have any enemies?" "I don't know." "What about Grétar Jónsson?" "Yes, they knew each other." "Grétar is on" "I mean was on the board at Verkmat." "What's the financial situation like at Verkmat?" "Are you interviewing me?" "Look, I need some information." "I won't name you as a source." "You absolutely promise to keep my name out of this?" "Yes." "Look, an awful lot of money was poured into a foreign project." "Then, after Máni disappeared, it all came to nothing." "Could you let me have Halldór's mobile number?" "You mustn't tell him I let you have it?" "No, no problem." "OK." "Hey, wait a second." "Yes, I am trying to be strong." "I'll talk to you later." "Esther." "I don't talk to reporters." "Don't be like that." "A clear cut case." "No way this is getting leaked to the media." "We need to keep them entirely out of this from now on." "Don't even answer the phone to them." "Understood?" "Yes." "Sorry about giving you that black eye." "No problem." "And we can meet for me to take an interview." "If you're ready to talk about things openly, that would be very interesting indeed." "Yes, maybe it is time to let down my defences." "It might help other people." "Exactly." "At least, I'm moving out of this area." "I think my only hope is to leave the country." "Really?" "Perhaps there's a future for someone like me." "Right." "You never know, mate." "I'm going to reform myself." "I wish you the best of luck." "Alda's mum is a murderer." "Seen this text message." "Alda's mum is a murderer." "Christ!" "That's awful." "There's a problem here." "We need something for the next page." "Hi." "Hi." "How are you?" "I don't know." "Up and down." "Hey, I brought Alda's phone in." "Yes." "Oh, what did I do with it?" "Right, leave this with me and I'll get back to you." "OK, wow." "Right, I'll take a look at it then." "Oh, and we need to hand in our cameras to Lárus." "Have you got yours?" "Er, yes." "Hey, can I trust you to keep a secret?" "Yes, of course." "OK, come in here." "Close the door." "You mustn't let anyone see this." "What's going on?" "Are you nuts?" "I should have deleted them, I know." "I just don't know how." "Halldór." "Hello Halldór, my name's Lara from the Morning Post." "I've been trying to reach you for some time." "I was wondering whether I could take a short interview with you?" "Is it to do with Máni?" "Yes." "I've already told the police everything I want to say in connection with that matter." "You do realise that public opinion is not exactly on your side since Esther was released from custody'" "What do you mean?" "I just mean it would be better for you to tell your side of the story so that people don't suspect there's more to it." "Yes, here at the Post everything's closed and no one is being allowed into the building except one of the paper's own employees." "Follow me..." "Excuse me, Stefán." "What can you tell me about what has been going on here?" "No comment." "Rumour has it that you physically assaulted someone." "Do you expect to be charged?" "Hey, guys... haven't you got something better to do with your time?" "Well, that's all we got there." "Haven't we got something better to do with our time said the reporter before he closed the door in our faces." "What?" "You're talking to her teacher and I'm not informed as to what is going on?" "Yes, she just called me and asked me if I could come to a meeting with her and Sjöfn's parents." "I'm just a go-between." "What?" "You are her father aren't you?" "Oh, you know what I mean." "No, that's how you see yourself, as some kind of go-between." "Lara, I didn't mean it like that." "How come she called you and not me?" "I don't know." "The kids were messaging each other about" "About what?" "I'd rather not say." "Are they about me?" "Yes, that's what she implied." "You apologized to him?" "Yes, I did." "Well, that's a new first." "What, and you got him to agree to an interview?" "You're unbelievable." "Says sorry to a paedophile." "Truly amazing!" "Hey, Stefán, I think we're out of trouble." "But, don't make a habit of hitting people." "No, I promise." "OK." "I have absolutely no idea what the man was thinking of." "No way did we go hunting together." "The police have been trying to pry something out of me" "Concerning a hunting trip, but there was no hunting trip." "At least, if there was, I didn't go." "I never go hunting." "Anything odd about Máni's behaviour before he disappeared?" "Anything out of the ordinary about him?" "I don't think so." "His mind seemed to be on other things and he appeared to be tired, but really I don't know." "Do you think he knew anything about the relationship between Esther and Grétar?" "If he did, he never mentioned it to me." "Do you know if he was in any financial trouble." "Haven't got a clue." "What about the company?" "Is it experiencing difficulties?" "Máni saw to all that kind of thing." "He was the main money man, made up all the contracts etc." "I'm primarily an engineer and look after the technical side." "But it's like that in all companies- there are good times and bad times." "That's life." "Were you and Máni enemies?" "Jesus!" "That's an amazing question!" "Just asking." "OK, I'll answer it." "No, Máni and I were not enemies." "OK, thank you." "Don't mention it." "Hello." "Hello." "How are you?" "Fine thanks." "Well, it's good of you to meet us Bjarni." "We're going to have to act fast" "No problem." "OK, let's cut straight to the chase." "We've heard from a lot of our shareholders today and they are very concerned." "A small espresso for me." "Just an ordinary black coffee for me." "A lot of people think that the Post has gotten itself into serious trouble." "Sorry?" "I'm just saying that public opinion is at all time low." "It's not just this story about Grétar's suicide- it's also the fact that one of your reporters may be charged with physical assault." "Can't you just fire that reporter?" "Yes, I think you should." "Let Nökkvi go too." "He bears responsibility for the matter." "I have a very good man to take over from him," "Gestur Sveinsson from the news desk." "Everyone knows his face from the TV and he's very popular." "So that's what you suggest?" "What's the secret knock?" "I don't know." "It's Lara." "Don't be silly, let her in." "It's like the Pentagon here." "They burst their way in here just earlier." "Hey, Lara, I need to show you something." "What?" "Here, in the computer." "Look, I downloaded the photos in my computer." "I thought you were going to destroy them." "Yes, I saw with my own eyes." "Why are you showing me again?" "Wait a minute." "See that?" "He was tied up?" "Yes, she was here." "With her little girl." "She was in a hurry." "Fucking cute." "I understand that there was some kind of dispute between you and Grétar Jónsson because of the building plans here?" "He owns this plot and intended to get rid of us, the bastard." "But now, fortunately for him, he's in even greener pastures." "This 'fucking cute" woman you mentioned is actually a reporter who works at the Post." "Fuck!" "That's not how she introduced herself." "No, and she didn't write up your little interview either." "On the other hand, she quotes you as having said-let me see" ""It's all going down the toilet." "You have my personal guarantee'." "Saying a thing isn't the same as doing it." "Where were you between 5:30 and 7 yesterday evening?" "I was here." "Talking to that damn reporter among other things." "Ah I see, she's not so cute after she turned into a reporter?" "No doubt about it." "No way the police haven't seen this." "It's 24 hours since it happened and they still maintain it's suicide." "Good thing you had that camera with you." "I was going to delete the photos." "Oh, no you won't." "Hey, Stina, call the police." "This is a scoop." "We're back in business!" "What I'm trying to say is that the girls' relationship does not appear to be good." "Look, our Sjöfn is just not the type to pick on her friends" "She's far too sensitive for that." "I just don't understand." "The problem is that a large number of negative text messages have been sent out and they all come from your daughter's mobile phone." "And what do they say, these messages?" "They say that Alda's mum is a murderer." "Really?" "I wonder where she could have heard that?" "We have to apply some serious pressure." "We need this confirmed immediately." "I've been trying and trying." "Freyr just isn't answering." "Call one more time and let me have the phone." "Yes, hello, this is Nökkvi Egilsson at the Morning Post." "It is essential that I speak to Freyr Magnússon immediately." "He is not taking any calls right now." "I see." "Will you please tell him that the Post will run a story tomorrow, showing that for the last 24 hours the police have let it be thought that Grétar Jónsson committed suicide when they know very well that was not the case." "We have evidence here that he was murdered and we wanted to give him at least the opportunity to confirm this." "But if he's not taking any calls..." "Just a second." "Freyr." "Nökkvi." "Freyr." "Hello, it's Nökkvi here." "Esther, there something I need to tell you before the Post comes out tomorrow." "Ok, come with me." "Nökkvi, what do you want to say about the serious allegations that have been made against the Post?" "All I want to say at this stage is that in tomorrow's Post we shall be casting some new and vital information concerning this terrible case." "What about accusations..." "That's all I want to say at present." "Just buy the Post tomorrow." "Stina." "What?" "Come here." "OK, look at this." "This looks like an ordinary porn page." "But hit this and see, it links to child pornography." "Ugh!" "That's disgusting!" "No problem finding child pornography on the net." "That's horrible, Stefán." "What?" "Do you think I get any satisfaction out of this?" "Where does it come from?" "I don't know." "So, it's been confirmed?" "Yes, sir." "Should I send it to them now?" "Nökkvi." "What?" "Come in here." "I've got something to tell you." "And what would that be, Bjarni, my old mate?" "I was at a meeting with the board of directors earlier." "They advised me to sack you and hire Gestur as my new editor." "They did?" "Well, do you want me to empty my desk now?" "Don't you want to hear what I said?" "Bjarni, I'm not in the mood for any games." "You should see the expression on your face." "But make sure your team doesn't go around assaulting anyone." "Shit!" "I'm really sorry." "I just thought someone would have told you." "What would you know about that?" "Who was supposed to call me?" "His wife?" "The police?" "Who calls the mistress?" "It must have been awful for you to read about it in the paper." "Did Grétar get in touch the other day before you were released?" "Yes, he called me while he was driving to Keflavik." "Sorry, I'm having some trouble talking." "I took a sleeping pill earlier." "I was trying to get some sleep." "No problem." "And what did he say?" "He said that... he said he'd been to the police in order to try to protect me and he said that he was forced to lay his cards on the table as far as his wife was concerned." "Did he say whether he was going to meet anyone in Keflavik?" "He said he was going to meet you." "No one else?" "No." "It looks as if Grétar was murdered." "What?" "His hands had been tied when he died." "Have you any idea who might have killed him?" "No." "Do you want some water?" "Yes please." "I don't know what's going on." "Does Máni have financial worries?" "I don't know." "He and Halldór were arguing about money." "About the money that was lost abroad?" "Yes, I think so." "How do you know that?" "I've been collecting information about this matter." "When I spoke to Halldór, he said there wasn't any disagreement." "Halldór!" "Halldór always pretends that everything is fine." "Right, I'm going to leave you alone." "Are you sure I may regard this as an interview?" "I said the same thing to the police." "I don't have anything to hide anymore." "Well, thanks very much." "I'll be in touch." "You take care of yourself." "Thanks." "What on earth are you doing, woman?" "Try to puke in the sink." "So, it wasn't the Post who killed Grétar after all." "No, this is a very strange set of affairs, to say the least." "Awful business." "Think about it." "The man was hanged." "Yes, hanged high in cold blood." "No getting away from that." "No, an ugly business." "Very ugly." "He's a genius." "The phone's just like it used to be." "Come on darling, we have to get moving." "It's amazing." "How did he do it?" "Hurry up, love." "Mummy?" "Yes?" "You're the best mum in the whole world." "Thank you." "Stina, have you got a cigarette?" "Nökkvi!" "Yes." "Heard the news?" "What?" "Jörgen Skarphéðinsson was stopped with an eight-year old boy outside the Smáralind Mall about an hour ago." "No." "Yes."