"Here's some information concerning Máni's Magnússon's insurance policies." "And, here's a client who is insured and his wife is the sole beneficiary if he dies." "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." "Were you and Máni enemies?" "Jesus!" "That's an amazing question!" "Just asking." "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've got a girl here who's telling people on her blog page that her mother is trying to kill her." "I can't help wondering who your daughter resembles." "There is absolutely no way you have any share in her." "I don't believe it." "That's Máni." "Hello." "Hi, sorry to call so early but have you seen the Post today?" "You have got to be joking!" "Do you know what the time is?" "Yes, I do." "Sorry." "But I think you ought to take a look." "It should have arrived by now." "I'll take a look." "OK, what's going on?" "Eh?" "Please hurry up, Alda darling." "You'll be late for school." "These shoes are ugly." "Alda, stop acting this way." "Ugly coat." "All my clothes are awful." "Don't be silly." "There's nothing wrong with these clothes." "Hurry up now." "We're going to instigate a full-scale search." "I want this to go to all the media." "Jón, you take the harbours, the bus station and the city airport." "Bjarni, go through all the CCTV footage at Leifstöð airport and double-check the passenger list." "Sólveig, you know what you're supposed to do, right?" "Yes." "I'll go down to the Post as soon as I can and try to get some information out of their reporters." "OK?" "Bye, darling." "Be a good girl." "Lára." "Hi, it's Esther." "Hi." "Listen, I'm going home now." "I was wondering whether you could fetch me, pick me up and drive me home?" "I could easily take a cab but I want to I need to talk to you." "Yes." "Hey, I'll pick you up after the morning meeting at work." "Good morning." "I trust everyone is awake and in a good mood." "Yes, looks like there's more people still alive than most of us thought?" "Yes, you can say that again." "On the front page of the Post, it asks the question" ""Máni Still Alive?"" "Some security cameras show pictures of him the day after he went missing and everyone thought he was dead." "But if this is correct, it's amazing." "It means he's very far from dead." "It'd be great to get him in here for an interview." "Yes, Máni, if you're listen, get in touch." "Yes, but whether Máni decides to turn up or not, we have some excellent guests on today's programme." "If this isn't a scoop then I don't know what a scoop is!" "No one has this." "No one, except us." "And I expect it came to us in a good old-fashioned unmarked brown envelope, right?" "What else?" "Nothing, just a poor foolish woman asking a question." "Sorry, what brown envelope are you talking about?" "Lára, this kind of information always comes to us in an unmarked brown envelope- if anyone asks." "I say that because someone is bound to ask where we got this." "What was that about?" "No idea." "Right, that's the Post today." "I can't see how anyone's going to top this front page." "However, the paper is not going to write itself." "Perhaps there's another brown envelope lying around somewhere?" "OK, Stína, you check out Freyr." "We have to keep up with what police plans." "OK." "Anyone know where Stefán is?" "No." "No." "What this with Lára?" "What about Lára?" "Today's Question yesterday and Today's Star today." "And I don't even get to know what she's up to." "Am I missing something here?" "No." "You can read about it in the paper, just like anyone else." "Tell me, how is it that I, the news editor, don't know where we are getting our news from?" "Tell me, where did Lára find that tape?" "Where were you yesterday when we went to press?" "Not here, that's for sure." "That doesn't matter." "I want to know where you got the pictures." "A brown, unmarked envelope, Gestur." "Yes, I can see you're enjoying this right now." "But let's see who has the last word." "The police are looking for Máni Magnússon." "According to the Morning Post, Máni is still alive." "So far, no news of his whereabouts..." "Group 1 take the left, Group 2 to the right." "Group 3 make sure that everyone comes out here right away." "An unmarked brown envelope?" "Now why do I think I've heard this before?" "That's how it was." "And no one saw who brought it?" "No one." "When did it arrive?" "Just a second." "When did Stína call you yesterday and ask for information?" "Well, it just before that." "Are you telling me you've had this info for a whole day?" "We offered it to you." "You didn't want it." "You think this is funny?" "A wanted man has a 15-16 hour head start because you people have an attitude problem and think this is funny?" "No, there's nothing about this story that I find amusing." "And now that I've got you here in person, how's the search going?" "Or the investigation into Grétar's murder?" "Is it true that Máni is the chief suspect?" "The matter is still under investigation." "Let me know if any more envelopes drift in here." "Excuse me, is it really necessary to take all computers and files?" "Are you trying to completely close us down?" "First I thought that Máni was dead." "Then I find out that Grétar was murdered." "Now I know Máni is alive, I think it was he who killed Grétar." "Can I quote you on that?" "My God, I'm sorry." "I wasn't thinking." "I wouldn't report you as saying anything you didn't want me to." "You know that." "Get in touch if anything comes up." "Yes, I'll do that." "Thanks for the lift." "Where were you between 5 o'clock and 7 on Friday, April 29th?" "Between 5 and 7 on April 29th?" "How am I supposed to remember that?" "Try to jog your memory." "I don't have a clue." "Hi Dad." "Lára, my dear." "Could you drop by here at my place?" "Actually, I'm on my way to the paper." "I think you should take a look at this first." "I promise you that you will not regret it." "OK, I'm on my way." "These are references to people and to real events that took place in Iceland at the time Laxness wrote" "The Great Weaver from Kashmir." "And it is clear that he is talking about the Thors" "A rich upper-class family," "Indeed, probably the only upper-class family living in Iceland at that time." "We can see the family home here on Fríkirkjuvegur 11." "Take a short break while I take this." "Hi." "Hi Agúst." "Am I calling at a bad time?" "No, not really." "It's been a while since I heard from you." "Yes, I've been quite busy with a few things." "Such as?" "Well, having a baby among other things." "I didn't even know you were pregnant." "Yes, already had the baby, a boy." "Eight and half pounds." "In his cot right next to me." "Congratulations." "Same to you." "What?" "OK, we've searched your house." "Now, tell me again why you were looking at these web pages." "Look, I was working on the Jörgen Skaphéðinsson story." "We ran a story about him last week." "I was showing one of my female colleagues how easy it was to find child pornography on the net," "Can she confirm this?" "I hope so." "You hope so?" "No, I meant, yes." "Yes, she can." "Makes sure my laptop's OK when you return it." "Well, how are you going to thank me for getting you out of jail?" "I have never been through so much fucking crap in my life." "You're an idiot!" "Well, what's up What have you got?" "Look at this." "Play it again." "Can you zoom in a little?" "No, that's not him." "Call me if you find something." "Alright." "Yes, this is the internet café." "Yes, our connection is fine at the moment." "But it broke down yesterday." "We had no connection then and the customers began to complain." "Today?" "Yes, it's working today." "But it could go again at any time." "We need to have it repaired properly." "Yes, I have called you before." "I can't understand why you're being so slow about it." "Yes, if the connection breaks down again, we'll be in trouble." "OK, thank you." "But please hurry." "Bye." "Here, take a look at this." "What is it?" "One of the many castles in the air on Verkmat's drawing tables." "It's one of those "knowledge-value" towns." "They supposed to be building it in Portugal." "And they also have plans for some skyscrapers in Singapore," "Kuala Lumpa and Dubai, a shopping mall in Florida, a bank in Düsseldorf and various other projects- according to their home page." "Here, take a look." "I'm going to make a few phone calls." "I understand that private investors and companies have poured millions, tens of millions, into additional shares in Verkmat recently because of these plans." "And?" "According to the information I have their actual situation is not so brilliant, to say the very least." "Very few of the projects they are referring to here as completed are even at the final planning stage in these exotic places, and have certainly got no further." "Castles in the sky is the right name for all this." "Castles in the air- built on sand." "We had discussions on all these issues in the weekend edition last winter-all these projects, or most of them." "That Dubai thing is new, I think." "Didn't you cover this, Stína?" "Yes, but we didn't know anything about all these investments." "Have you got any more information about them?" "I don't have any documents, just the names of the investors, among which Grettistak is one of the largest as I understand it." "So, if Dad's right that these are literally castles in the air, then, presumably, Gretar has... and has started to get a little impatient with Verkmat concerning the actual construction and profits." "And he's in a very good position to do so." "Got a large number of shares and sits on the board of directors." "Someone has become a little nervous." "Exactly." "Stína." "Yes." "Go and check out these investments." "Now." "Right." "Take a look at all these projects too- what stage they're at and whether they do only exist on paper." "You know what you have to do." "Yes." "What about me?" "Talk to Halldór." "Halldór?" "I was wondering whether I..." "Yes, do that my dear." "That's complete nonsense." "I am not in involved in any financial deals." "None at all." "How do you explain all these transferred amounts, amounting to millions, perhaps billions?" "All of them were transferred via your computer with your password." "I won't explain it." "I can't explain it and I don't have to explain it." "I've told you, I didn't come any near all this." "That's your story." "The thing is, I don't entirely believe you." "It all went through your computer and we have reason to believe that Grétar Jónsson, share-holder and director at your company had discovered what you and were up to." "Where were you between 5 and 7 on April 29th?" "I've already told you." "Have you read the Post today?" "No." "You're the managing director of Verkmat aren't you?" "Yes." "The company's main thinker, aren't you?" "The main driving force behind all its successes, and all its huge contracts?" "Máni deals with the contracts." "I take care of the creative and the conceptual side of things." "Máni takes care of the finances." "We never interfere in each other's business." "Takes care of?" "Not took care of?" "So you know Máni is alive?" "So I know that." "Hey, wait a minute." "Is Máni alive?" "Three calls were made on the mobile during that time period." "All of them were in Reykjavík." "OK, so he was in Reykjavík at the time." "That appears to be confirmed." "Two people have already confirmed that it is Halldór's voice." "You can go." "Thank you." "OK, you got one chance." "One final chance." "You leave this blog story alone completely." "Do you understand?" "I'll take a look at it and see whether it's worth putting anyone else on it." "You will not be getting any more real news stories until your child pornography thing is totally over." "It's not my pornography, you know that." "You know exactly what I mean." "I will not have anyone spreading rumours on the net about the Post to the effect that the pervert who exposed the paedophile is actually a paedophile himself." "You know I have never, never..." "Of course I know that, but you also know how things stand." "So it's just Today's Question, Focus on People and recipes for you for the next few weeks." "OK." "Thanks." "Hey, Stefán, Stefán." "Listen a minute." "I took a better look at that blog page." "And?" "Well, it comes from more than one computer." "Most of it is from that address in Fagrabrekka, but a large amount of it also comes from another IP address." "Where?" "In other words, from a completely different computer." "Where?" "You know my mate will be fired if you say where you got this." "No one is going to get fired, except me perhaps." "Where's the other computer?" "Look, actually it's quite simple." "According to the National Registrar's Office, there is no teenage girl living at Fagrabrekka 28." "In other words, that blogger doesn't exist." "I know that." "OK, take it easy." "The other computer is registered as owned by Orkaveita." "And guess who works there?" "Who?" "Gunnar Lárusson, technician, who lives at Fagrabrekka 28." "No." "Yes." "He's the blogger." "Fucking idiot!" "Look, the town planning commission in Garðabær says nothing about any skyscrapers to be built by Grettistak or Verkmat." "Just a minute, have you finished with Today's Question?" "What do mean by "you"?" "I didn't know I was supposed to do anything." "Didn't Stefán get in touch with you?" "I haven't seen Stefán." "Good morning." "Is Gunnar Lárusson in?" "Gunnar is on the sixth floor." "Excuse me, can you tell me I can find Gunnar Lárusson." "Yes, he's behind that pillar there." "Thank you." "Gunnar Lárusson?" "Yes." "Can I help you?" "Don't be silly, Davíð, you must know." "Is there something to this or not?" "Has your company been paid?" "Come on, Lára." "We were at primary school together, that's all." "I've told you far too much already." "I don't want to lose my job, although, I think the company's days are numbered anyway." "What makes you say that?" "Now, Davið, what do you know?" "Are they going to build it all?" "Have your company been paid at all?" "Look, talk to Halldór." "I'm not saying another word." "Bye." "Wait, wait, just one more thing." "You accessed Halldór's computer." "Is there any chance that Máni Could have done the same?" "What do you mean?" "It's a very simple question." "Could Máni have deposited sums of money via Halldór's computer?" "Yes, if he had the password." "Of course he could have." "He has administrator access." "But why do you ask?" "Is there something going on or what...?" "Yes, no, not at all." "Thanks for your help." "OK, bye." "Hi." "Wait a minute." "Let me talk to you." "Look, the thing is..." "Why the hell should I talk to you?" "Don't be like that." "I have some information that I think you should take a look at." "What information?" "About Máni." "Come in." "I just want to ask you." "What's the story with this blog page?" "I was just having a bit of fun." "Fun?" "Blogging as a 13-year-old girl with a crazy, violent mother?" "You think that's fun?" "Yes, it gives me an outlet for, what shall we say  my creative temperament?" "You can see what kind of work I do." "Creative temperament, you say?" "You're blogging as a 13-year-old girl because you're a pervert..." "Hey!" "Watch it!" "You think it's something sexual or weird?" "I don't think anything." "I just read the damn blog." "What does your wife think of this creative temperament of yours." "Don't be silly." "This doesn't need to go any further." "You're not going to cover this in the paper." "No, I don't expect so." "Would you be so good as to answer Today's Question, though?" "What?" "Today's Question." "I don't believe this." "I've known Máni since we were kids and I trust him totally." "I let him deal with whole business side of things." "But he used your computer." "Great friend!" "Like I said, I can hardly believe this, but after this all came up" "I began to take a closer look, as far as I could understand..." "And?" "I've calculated it as about at least 110-120 million that has disappeared from the company during the past year." "And I almost certainly haven't found it all." "What will happen to the company now?" "I don't know." "I just don't know." "I could be in debt for several million." "I'll have to invite you to dinner, then." "Lára." "Can you come over?" "Now?" "Yes, I need to show you something." "Hi darling." "Who's that?" "Hey, you get to sit in the front." "Yippee." "Alda darling, this is Eyrún." "Hi." "Hi." "And then there's a young lad who really wants to meet you." "This little guy is your brother, Alda." "I want to get out here." "Alda, don't be ridiculous." "I want to get out!" "I understand it, finally." "I've had enough time to think about it." "I've worked out why Máni tried to make it look like I was involved, as if I were the guilty party, as the policeman put it." "Hold on, I don't get it." "Did Máni try to pin Grétar's murder on you?" "No, his own ' murder"." "God, I never would have believed that Máni..." "Now, hold on Esther, I'm really not following this." "Look, they found some of my hair in his Jeep." "That's why I was arrested." "But I'd never put foot inside that Jeep, so Máni must have put the hair there." "OK?" "OK." "But Máni is not dead, right?" "Right." "Even so, he lets me believe that he is dead and the police think I've killed him." "Máni killed Grétar." "I'm sure of it." "How do you work that one out?" "This cushion was in Grétar's apartment, where we..." "Yes, so?" "I found it in Máni's drawer." "That proves that Máni knew I was with Grétar." "He probably followed me to the apartment and somehow got inside." "What's more, Grétar knew that Máni was embezzling money from Verkmat, and Máni knew that Grétar knew." "That was the same day as I told Grétar about the statement." "I really don't care Grétar." "I don't give a damn, understand?" "You don't what you're talking about." "Come on, now!" "Put it to the board if you think you have any evidence." "Yes, or go to the police." "Who gives a shit?" "Of course your wife will receive a phone call the same day." "I should have realised when he mentioned Grétar's wife." "I was probably stressed out or something." "But I'm sure now." "Máni killed Grétar." "You can say I said that." "Where the hell have you been?" "I've been trying to reach you for an hour or more." "Sorry, battery's empty." "And?" "What did Halldór say." "He's disappointed, hurt and pissed off with Máni." "Nothing surprising there." "Hardly news, I think." "Losing our touch, are we?" "Where have you been?" "There's two hours left before we go to press." "Don't tell me you don't have anything." "How does "Máni killed Grétar' sound to you?" "What?" "Followed by " Jealousy and greed drove him to it" says Esther." "Or is that too dramatic?" "No, no, not at all." "Jósef?" "Yes." "I need a new one." "No problem." "Freyr." "Something like this?" "Yes." "I think that's it." "What do you think, Gestur?" "Is that a good front page?" "Great." "How come she's saying that for the first time now?" "She says she didn't realise before she found the cushion and heard that Máni was alive." "I see." "Then it all fits." "It also explains why Máni disappears at that moment." "I mean..." "Shit!" "Just a second." "Any chance I can go?" "Yes, sure." "You go." "We'll finish off here." "What have you got?" "Look at this." "Brilliant." "Sólveig." "Máni was on a plane that left from Gate 5 at 7:05, Monday 25th." "Gate 5." "Find out what plane it was and let them know abroad." "That means that Máni had left the country when Grétar was murdered." "Exactly." "Meeting tomorrow morning." "OK." "7:30." "Well, people, it's yet another beautiful morning, here in Reykjavik and the Post has really gone overboard." "Overboard?" "Drowned I reckon." "Well, that's the Post for you." "Tries to get a scoop every day, but only do it every other day." "Exactly." "No, that's not entirely true." "It was the wife who said that." "The wife?" "All of a sudden we're supposed to trust her?" "Hey, she's my favourite television person personality." "Favourite?" "Sorry, mate, but anyway..." "Why don't you want to talk to me about your little brother'" "He's not my brother." "What are talking about?" "Agúst is not my dad." "Alda!" "Someone else could easily be my dad." "What on earth is the matter with you, girl?" "I know all about how babies are made, and I know that you were with that man who works with you." "I heard you talk to him on the phone and he was watching me at school yesterday." "Who?" "The man at your work." "Maybe he's my dad." "That means he had left the country the day before" "Grétar Jónsson was murdered so brutally." "According to the news desk, Máni is therefore no longer a suspect." "On the other hand, he is wanted for questioning in connection with the embezzlement of millions and for staging his own death." "The news stands as it is, OK?" "The headline is unfortunate but the news stands as it is." "Esther thinks... thought that Máni killed Grétar:" "The story is good." "Just use whatever sounds good, eh?" "Hands up anyone who hasn't found themselves in the same situation?" "We have to keep digging here." "Who killed Grétar?" "Not Halldór and not Máni." "What about the widow?" "What do we know about her?" "Has she been questioned?" "Should she be questioned?" "Everyone knows what they have to do?" "Good." "Now, Stefán." "Today's Question is this:" ""Should the names of paedophiles be revealed to the public?" "'" "Are you joking?" "Just a minute, some people too important to turn up to meetings" "What the hell is the matter with you, man?" "Hanging about in front of her school like some pervert." "Look, I'm no slut." "I know perfectly well who her father is." "Just get the thing out of your mind for good." "Are you saying there is no chance at all?" "No, there is no chance whatsoever!" "Is that clear?" "Excuse me." "And don't you dare continue with this!" "Leave me and my family alone." "No problem, Lára, no problem." "I have enough children anyway." "Suits me fine that I don't have to go any further with this, if that's OK with you." "There is something seriously wrong with you!" "Nothing wrong with me." "Hi." "Hi." "The widow, what's her name?" "Birna." "Grétar was well off financially, despite the Verkmat adventure." "Plenty of life insurance, too." "Birna gets the whole lot." "The murderer is invariably the person closest to the victim." "Especially when there's money at stake, I know." "Plus which he was having an affair." "I've got it." "We handed over the body the day before yesterday." "I understand the final farewells are being said later on today." "You go and arrest the widow as soon as the ceremony is over." "After the casket ceremony?" "If she has anything to do with this, she crack, if she isn't completely cold-blooded." "What are you going to do?" "Going to talk to the Financial Crimes Department," "See whether Verkmat or Halldór have popped up on their radar." "Not that I really expect to get much information there." "Next, please." "Here you are." "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." "How dare you!" "How dare you!" "Here, at his place?" "Come on Birna, we're going home." "I'm sorry, but I must insist." "Jesus." "Let me go!" "Let me go!" "Stupid idiots!" "I didn't know anything about this life insurance." "Nothing!" "Where were you between 5 and 7 on Friday 29th April?" "Between 5 and 7 on Friday?" "Yes." "Where were you then?" "At home." "At home with my sister Karen." "Can anyone corroborate that?" "Well, Karen of course." "We were just having a relaxing evening and talking about... and talking about..." "Would you say that Karen didn't like Grétar?" "Yes, of course I didn't like him!" "That's why I killed him, you see." "Is that what you're trying to say?" "No." "But you said it." "Is that how things were?" "Did you murder Grétar?" "Or perhaps you and your sister, maybe?" "Like you said." "Is that how things were?" "What a genius." "Is everyone in the police force so brilliant?" "Where were you Friday 29th April between 5 and 7?" "No way." "We're not giving up." "Noses to the grindstone and keep going, right?" "Isn't the company name useless?" "What, Verkmat?" "Yes." "Not at all." "I don't know." "You think so?" "I thought of the name." "We size up the job and let others do the dirty work." "Verkmat." "Pretty deep, eh?" "Believe me, this will be forgotten about in six months." "We're completely innocent." "Lára?" "Hi." "Hi." "Thanks for coming to fetch me." "No problem." "I really wanted to see you." "Same here." "Want to come in?" "Ok, but not for long."