"Look, here's your first job." "This is an engineer who's missing, Mani Magnusson." "Him?" "You know who he is?" "Yes, he's married to TV presenter," "Esther Gunnlaugsdóttir." "We found signs of violence in the car." "OK, front page..." ""Esther er..." "Esther Widowed?"" "A woman in her 30s was just taken into custody, suspected of being involved in the disappearance" "Reliable sources say that the woman is Mani's wife," "Esther Gunnarsdottir." "How come we found strands of your hair in the vehicle?" "I reckon they went hunting together and she killed him with the shotgun." "Are you suggesting she was unfaithful to Máni?" "Can I ask you to make sure the media don't get hold of this?" "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." "See that?" "He was tied up?" "I once found some papers, at home on Máni's desk." "They were confirmation of a transfer amounting to about twenty million into an account in the Cayman Islands." "All the deposits were transferred through Halldór's computer." "Is it Halldór?" "Is he the man behind all this?" "Embezzles some money, and when it's discovered he tries to kill everyone who knows." "I don't believe it." "That's Máni." "Have you seen this morning's Post?" "We're going to instigate a full-scale search." "I want this to go to all the media." "Now I know Máni is alive, I think it was he who killed Grétar." "Excuse me, I know this is a bad time, but I'm going to have to ask you to come to the station with us." "Excuse me, Halldór, can I have a word with you." "She has to get to a hospital immediately." "We'll send her in the ambulance and you can come with us." "Hey!" "I have to ask you a few questions." "I didn't set fire to the place, if that's what you think." "For Christ's sake!" "Get in the damned car." "I can't get anything out of them." "We don't know whether she is seriously hurt or not." "We don't even know whether she's alive." "Would they tell us?" "It was arson, no doubt about that." "OK." "I want everyone at full pace until we find out what's going on." "Stína, you go up to the hospital and try to talk to her." "Right." "Máni's coming to the country today." "Someone's got to try interview him." "I'll do it." "Er, Stefán, I'm not..." "There's an article here in The Daily Mirror that suggests" "Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes may be getting a divorce." "I want you to translate it, then get back to Today's Question." "You're really outdoing yourself there." "Wouldn't it be better if Stína went to meet Máni at the airport?" "And take Lárus out there with you." "OK." "Hi." "Hi Mum." "Hello darling." "We thought you were dead." "Are you alright?" "Yes." "I'm not so bad." "You take things easy." "The doctor said you had to get a good deal of rest." "I'll do that." "Do you know what happened?" "No, not really." "We can't visit her at the hospital." "She's not allowed to answer the phone." "She's not answering her mobile." "They won't tell us anything." "It's all very strange." "If I know Lára, she hadn't just fallen asleep in that office." "No, someone attacked her." "I'll bet you it was Halldór." "Am I disturbing you?" "No, we were just leaving." "Now, you get some decent rest, darling." "Yes." "Bye Mum." "Bye, my love." "I'll look in on you later today." "Yes, thanks for coming." "Will someone put them in water for you?" "Yes, I suppose so." "I don't know what to say." "They tell me you saved my life." "Yes, I suppose." "I just followed you." "I didn't know before you took my keys and were gone." "When I got there, the office was in flames." "What did you do then?" "I called the fire brigade." "Someone hit me on the head." "What were you doing there?" "You think that's clever?" "Steal my keys and then go search my office?" "I thought I might be able to find something there." "Why didn't you ask me to come with you?" "Oh, I just..." "You still think I'm behind all this?" "Unbelievable." "So, you think I'm an embezzler and a murderer?" "Sorry." "Tell me, who's persuaded you I'm behind this embezzlement?" "There's not a lot of suspects." "It's that arsehole, Davíð isn't it?" "Who else?" "Shit!" "We'll be landing in Keflavik in about two and a half hours." "The weather back home is fine." "Cloudy in places." "A light breeze and a temperature of around 2 degrees Celsius." "How are you feeling?" "Fine thanks." "That's for you." "Yes, thanks." "Could I have some water, please?" "Yes, I fetch some." "Wow." "Morning Post." "Hi." "Lára, my dear." "How are you?" "Not bad, considering." "I have a bit of a cough." "What happened there, yesterday?" "Can I tell you later?" "Is Nökkvi there?" "Yes, he's been trying to reach you all morning." "Hold on." "About time!" "I take it that you're really pleased to hear from me." "I want to know every single detail." "It's front page, you know that?" "Yes, and I want to write it myself." "No way." "You're the central witness." "You are the news." "I'm sending Stína down with a photographer." "A photographer." "I look awful." "OK, fine." "I can't remember what happened." "Nökkvi?" "Nökkvi!" "Jesus!" "So, just the two of you were there all day?" "Yes." "For the thousandth time." "Yes." "Is there something strange about that?" "Husband away." "My sister in a terrible state." "She needed me." "That is not an alibi." "You could easily have put this story together, the two of you." "Did no one else come to the house?" "There was just the two of us and no one came." "What was your day like?" "It was just fine, thank you very much." "What did you do?" "We made dinner, until the damned fuse went." "Why did the fuse go?" "I don't know." "We got an electrician to come and fix it." "You got an electrician round?" "Yes." "And he turned up?" "Yes." "He came." "Pretty quickly for an electrician, I'd say." "I don't suppose you'd have this electrician's phone number?" "Did you call in at Káramóa 29 in Keflavík last Friday?" "And who was there in the house?" "OK, I need you to come down here and make a statement." "Thank you." "Well, they were there alright." "OK, now a question I expect everyone's asking themselves:" "How the fuck did you manage to get into the building in the middle of the night?" "I didn't know reporters were allowed to swear like that." "Is that how you are going to have the question in the paper?" "Just answer the question, Lára." "Stína, take it easy." "She's not well." "Shall I get you a glass of water'" "Yes please." "How did you get into the building?" "OK, I'm here." "Hi Lára." "How are you?" "I'm fine thanks." "How about we take a few pictures?" "Sure." "We have get going down to the airport." "Máni Magnússon is just about to land." "OK, can I take this interview really fast." "Lára, answer the question." "Stína, can you show a little consideration, please?" "OK, raise your head a little." "Should I smile?" "No, that won't be necessary." "It's a sad interview." "You're a victim." "Right, answer my question." "Sorry, what was it again?" "I think that's fine." "We really have to get going." "Can't we take the interview, then?" "Let's go." "You'd better get moving." "The plane's just about to land." "Right, you're not going anywhere." "I'll be back later today and we'll finish off this, OK?" "OK." "Good luck." "Did you get the key to the office from Halldór?" "That's what I thought." "Shit, I should have been taking this interview with Máni." "Fat chance of getting to talk to him at the airport." "Lárus might as well have gone alone." "The police won't let the media get anywhere near him." "Exactly." "Good evening and welcome to News Extra." "The plane carrying Máni Magnússon is about to land at Keflavik." "Our own Eggert Skúlason is at the airport, so it's over to him." "Eggert?" "Yes, thank you Thelma." "I understand the plane is landing right now." "Aboard is Máni Magnússon who has been missing for several weeks and was thought to be dead, possibly murdered." "But on closer investigation, this proved not to be the case." "Máni was discovered to be very much alive in Frankfurt, where he was making plans to go to South America." "Thelma." "So, this goes quite a bit deeper than we imagined?" "Yes, a number things are quite suspicious here, among which is its connection with the murder of Grétar Jónsson, whose body was discovered soon after Máni went missing." "Everyone is now waiting to hear whether Máni can shed any light on the matter." "Yes, we'll be following this story closely and we'll return to Eggert at the airport as soon as there are any developments." "Hello." "Halldór." "Going away somewhere, are we?" "I thought I'd go off to Copenhagen since everything's at the office has been turned inside out." "And you weren't going to inform me about it?" "Yes, I was." "I just hadn't got round to it." "How come you're telling people that I was the kind of person who would tale money from the company?" "What?" "What are you talking about?" "What am I talking about?" "You've been telling everyone deposits into foreign accounts were made via my computer." "Now, why is that?" "Hello darling." "Hi." "Hello Mum." "I found a new aspect to this whole business." "OK." "Did you have a talk to your friend?" "Yes, I talked to Steindór and..." "And?" "He's kept a fairly close eye on the domestic business world" "Davíð?" "Huge amounts withdrawn says Steindór." "All kinds of chicanery that he managed to blame on others." "Very few people know about it." "What are you doing?" "I need a favour." "Can I borrow your car?" "Aren't I supposed to be driving Alda to her gymnastics class?" "Could you take the bus?" "The bus?" "Well, now." "Welcome home, sir." "Are we sure they're coming through this exit?" "Let me answer." "No, give it here." "Agúst." "Hi." "Hey, Dad's taking Alda to gymnastics later on." "Yes, and...?" "Can you pick her up at Gerpla in Kópavogur in about an hour?" "Just a minute." "Aren't you at the hospital?" "Yes." "Yes, I'm at the hospital." "That's why I'm asking you to pick her up and take her back to Dad's place." "I'm at a meeting." "Agúst." "You have to." "Wait a minute." "I don't understand." "Isn't your Dad...?" "Agúst, I'm asking you to do this for me." "Can you do it?" "Yes." "Yes, I suppose so." "OK." "Bye." "You sure you've got two exchange tickets?" "Yes." "Sorry Halldór, I wasn't trying to shift the blame onto you." "I mean, that's what emerged when I took a better look at it all." "Damn!" "The amounts were transferred through your account." "Do you have any of this on paper?" "Yes." "I'll show you." "Hold on a second." "Where's Lára?" "She's gone." "She left without being discharged." "Damn." "Hello." "Gestur." "Hey, she's left the hospital." "Who?" "Lára." "I didn't even get to finish that interview with her." "Are you OK?" "What's going on, Lára?" "Can't talk right now." "I need to find an address and get going." "I'm off." "Hey, Stína." "We've found her." "Looks like you were in London while Grétar was still alive." "But we still believe that you're connected in some way with his murder." "Want to help us with that?" "No." "OK." "You do realise that you could be easily charged as an accomplice to this murder, don't you?" "It's likely the same to fake their own death or conspiracy to murder?" "It would be very much to your advantage to cooperate with us." "OK, Put him in solitary." "What did you say your name was?" "Ragnheiður." "OK, what's your favourite colour?" "My favourite colour?" "I'd have to say green." "Want to come back to my place?" "No, I'd prefer it if you came to me." "Hi, how was it?" "Fun." "Fun, was it?" "That's good." "Shit." "Where is this damn street?" "Hi." "Hello." "Car broken down?" "No, I lent it to Lára." "There you go." "What?" "Karl, don't you want to sit in the front?" "He'll sit in the front." "No, I'll sit in the back, thanks." "Are you sure?" "Yes, of course." "I need to talk to the new family member." "It's just as well you can tell me what the hell is going on?" "OK, lads." "Isn't that about long enough?" "Hello!" "Good afternoon." "Good afternoon." "How many bags do you have?" "I've just got the one." "Place it on the conveyor, please." "Here you are." "Have a good flight." "Emergency." "Can I help you?" "I make it through, do I?" "Hello!" "Will you let me out of here!" "Hello!" "Thanks for the lift." "See you soon." "Yes." "Bye." "Bye." "Goodbye." "Bye." "Perhaps things will go better for you this time." "What?" "I just mean, this is a new opportunity for you." "Try not to make a mess of things." "Yes, I'll try." "Bye then." "Bye." "This is how it's going to be." "If you don't answer our questions, it's back in the cell." "I haven't done anything wrong." "We can detain you for obstructing the course of justice, for disappearing and having entire divisions search for you, and on the suspicion that you are an accomplice to murder." "I shouldn't need to tell you this." "I lied to Esther about going hunting with Halldór." "Where did you go?" "To Sandskeiði." "And did what?" "I burst a bag of blood in the car." "A bag containing your blood'" "Yes." "How did you get it?" "I took a transfusion myself- a few days earlier." "You burst the bag and blood went all over the place." "You took your own blood?" "Yes, that's easy enough." "Why was most of it gone when we found the vehicle?" "I thought it was way too much when I looked at it, so I cleaned most of it up." "Yet, you knew all the same that we'd find it?" "Yes, I reckoned you would." "Where did you go?" "I went back to Reykjavík." "How?" "Someone picked me up." "Who picked you up?" "Davíð Olafsson." "Sólveig!" "Yes." "Get a team together." "We're going to Davíð Olafsson's place." "We just got a call from Lára Karlsdóttir." "The reporter?" "Yes." "She said she's at Davíð's house." "He's not there." "But she found Halldór Asgeirsson there, seriously hurt." "I've sent an ambulance there and there's a few men on the way." "He's trying to leave the country." "Yes." "Get the airport on the phone, immediately." "Don't anyone try to tell me that Davið Olafsson isn't trying to get out of the country." "I went to his place and he's taken all his clothes." "OK, we're a whole hour over the deadline here." "Just tell me what you saw." "OK, write this down verbatim." "No bullshit, please." "Either that or you don't get any news." "OK, let's have it." "When a reporter from the Post went to Davíð Olafsson's house, she noticed a broken mobile phone belonging to Halldór Asgeirsson on the floor of the garage." "She managed to open the floor pit where she found evidence of a bloody struggle." "There were small pools of blood..." "A little slower." "On closer examination she found Halldór in the pit, covered in blood." "He had clearly been hit on the head..." "Yes." "With a hammer that lay, covered in blood, beside him." "Stína." "Call a photographer in Keflavik and get him down to the airport." "We might be able to get some shots of the arrest." "OK." "Look, my team wants to go home." "You're going to have to bear with us a while." "It looks as if we're going to have to change the front page." "Then you'll have to pay them overtime." "OK." "They're not working for free, I can tell you that much." "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." "I've got to have a cigarette." "A cigarette, anybody?" "Stína!" "We may have to change the front page." "How's it going?" "Hey, you know you're not allowed to smoke in here." "These are special circumstances and I need some coffee right now." "Get the news editor some coffee!" "It was clear that he was trying to leave the country." "I got that." "Anything else?" "The reporter called..." "The Post reporter!" "The Post reporter called an ambulance right away, and it arrived about ten minutes later." "Where are you now?" "I'm on my way back to you." "I'm going to finish this article myself." "No problem." "Carry on." "Attention, please." "Attention." "Will the last remaining passengers on Flight 454 to Copenhagen, please go Gate 12 immediately." "I thought you were dead." "Yes." "I'm sorry." "It was me who told Grétar about the deposits." "Why didn't you kill me, too?" "I didn't kill anyone." "You're guilty." "Davið and you were in this together." "Murderer." "He's boarding FI 454 to Copenhagen." "OK, we're coming to the gate now." "What's his name again, his surname?" "Olafsson." "Davið Olafsson." "He's involved in the Máni Magnússon case, the guy we arrested there this morning." "Davíð Olafsson?" "OK, we've apprehended him." "We'll keep him here for you." "How far away are you?" "Davíð Olafsson, I'm arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Grétar Jónsson on April 29th." "Bring him along." "OK, has he been arrested?" "I'm on my way up." "Right, I'll finish this off." "Pretty gripping stuff!" "Hey, guys!" "Here are some photos from the airport." "This one." "You can't see the handcuffs." "And this one?" "Yes, that's good." "Call the printing department and tell we're ready." "This is an amazing front page." "Hey, Nökkvi, what's going on here?" "The printing department is going crazy." "We've got the scoop of the century here." "Finished!" "Fits to the letter." "Nökkvi, do you want to read it over?" "It's done." "I don't need to." "You're all geniuses." "And it's gone!" "Yes." "What?" "If these two guys hadn't gone about killing people..." "They only killed one person." "As far as we know." "Although, they were several attempts on others." "True." "Yes." "Well, that's it for now." "You can read, what amounts to Davið Olafsson's biography in today's edition of the Post." "Difficult childhood and all." "Now it's time for a little music." "Good evening." "It's eight-thirty and time for the news headlines." "Davíð Olafsson confessed during questioning last night to the murder of Grétar Jónsson approximately three weeks ago." "Photos of Davíð's arrest appeared on the front page of the Post this morning." "Lára Karlsdóttir, reporter at the Post is mainly responsible for the arrest being made." "That's my girl." "She is also said to have saved the life of Halldór Asgerisson, who had been brutally attacked." "You have to be proud of her." "Muesli, Miss?" "Yes please." "Anything else?" "No thanks." "This is wonderful." "When do we leave?" "I just called and the place will be available around lunchtime." "Thanks for letting me stay over." "No problem." "I'll call you tomorrow." "OK." "Bye." "Bye." "Hi babe." "Hi." "Hi." "How are you?" "Fine." "Was it fun?" "Yes." "Nökkvi, I'm on holiday." "That doesn't mean the paper grinds to a halt." "You're definitely back on Monday?" "Yes, I said I would." "Good." "Er... umh..." "What?" "I just wanted to say that... that... you did really well." "Nökkvi, I'll be in on Monday." "Yes." "Alright, Bye."