"SEASON OF THE WITCH" "Episode 1" "Good morning." "Good morning." "We're here to see the theatre group of Akureyri College." "They're staging Loftur the Sorcerer over Easter." "Where's the gymnasium?" "It's over there." "Thank you!" "Jóa!" "He who wishes another person dead, should bow his head, look to the ground, and say..." "Skarphéðinn, try being a little more grounded." "Then you are..." "...mistaken." "This comes later." "Just a second!" "Hi." "Einar." "I'm a journalist for the Evening Press." "Hi." "My wishes are powerful and without limits!" "In the beginning there was the wish!" "Skarphéðinn, mind your pronounciation!" "Wishes are the souls of men!" "Skarphéðinn!" "Wait!" "Shut up!" "Wishes are the souls of men." "If your love was false, only to get what you wanted... then you are... then you are..." ""Then you are mistaken."" ""I'm poor, and I have no friend, but I will not let you go"!" "Geez, sorry." "Right, Örvar Pall?" "Right!" "You have been avoiding me since my return." "He who feels he has wronged another, often begins to hate him." "Óli... don't overact." "What are you accusing me of?" "Of hating me." "Dísa Björk!" "Bring the boat closer!" "Nothing is more painful than finding out that you love a scoundrel." "Dísa Björk!" "Help!" "Help!" "Recall the conversation Loftur had with the blind man in act one." "The blind man says he repeatedly wished for the merciful hand of God to wipe away the darkness from his eyes." "Loftur says: "I know that the wishes of man can perform miracles."" "It has done so in the past, and also today."" "I agree with this." "If we know what we want, we ourselves can perform miracles." "Rúnar." "Come here." "Join us." "This is my brother, Rúnar." "Loftur strikes a deal with the Devil and has him fulfill his wishes." "Are you saying that's what we should do?" "Not quite, perhaps." "These are old, 19th century themes that we're in the process of modernizing." "Faust and Nietzsche, and the concept of the Übermensch..." "Jóhann Sigurjónsson has Loftur saying, shortly before his destruction," ""He who has never sinned is not human." "There is mysterious joy to be found in sin." "All good deeds are irresponsible imitations." "The sin makes you who you are." "Sin is the origin of all that is new."" "Weren't you planning on performing the play at the church, here in Hólar?" "Yes, but the Church wasn't too keen on staging a play that portrays an alliance between man and the Devil." "So we're in a bit of a pickle at the moment." "There's always the same tension in this country." "And Loftur the Sorcerer wearing a suit like a hotshot banker?" "People are dealing with exactly the same feelings." "Even though they have different tastes, or they have access to a computer, or..." "A mobile phone." "What, Asbjörn?" "There's been an accident on an adventure safari." "Adventure what?" "An accident on an adventure safari." "Accident..." "Hello?" "Einar?" "Ásbjörn?" "What is it?" "He's muttering about some accident on an adventure safari." "The connection went out." "Why did you hang up?" "I didn't." "You must have pressed a wrong button." "I didn't press a wrong button!" "OK, fine." "You mentioned an accident?" "There's been an accident on a adventure safari, somewhere on Vestari-Jökulsá." "Above Bakkaflöt." "Bakkaflöt?" "You drive past Varmahlíð, take the first turn to the left and then you reach Bakkaflöt on the road to Sprengisandur." "Ásbjörn!" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Piece of shit phones." "Why don't you try?" "What?" "Getting along with poor Ásbjörn." "If I were to get along with Ásbjörn, I'd change into someone else." "It wouldn't be me." "The poor sod doesn't seem to catch a break." "He got stripped of his position as a news editor." "Sometimes things happen as they are supposed to, fortunately." "And then he's sent to the middle of nowhere to work with you, of all people." "It's undeniably a harsh punishment." "Yes." "For the both of us, I mean." "The sufferer seeks out the suffered." "Indeed!" "Good morning." "My name is Einar, for the Evening Press in Akureyri." "I'm Sigurpáll Einarsson." "Isn't it unusual to be river rafting at this time of year?" "This was just an adventure trek, just like the hundreds I've organized before." "It's no different." "I just don't understand." "This has never happened to me before." "Never!" "I just..." "Where are the people from?" "They're employees at the Candy Factory in Akureyri." "How many were on the trip?" "About 25." "Some brought their spouses." "Spouses?" "Isn't that unusual?" "It was some sort of annual party." "It was supposed to finish with dinner in Akureyri tonight." "I don't know if that's still on." "Why?" "It's not like anyone died, is it?" "Who is the woman who fell into the river?" "The wife of the owner." "I can't remember her name." "But his name?" "Ásgeir Eyvindarson." "He's over there, in the ambulance." "Oh?" "What happened to him?" "He jumped in after her." "Really?" "I just don't understand." "I was asked to organize an incentive tour with refreshments, river rafting, rock-jumping and..." "Refreshments?" "What kind?" "Were you serving alcohol?" "No, we had hot chocolate." "Were people drunk?" "Are you going to make something sensational out of this?" "Can't you stick to your shoddy reporting in Reykjavík?" "I'm sure there's plenty of filth for you to cover there." "We at the Evening Press consider it essential to strengthen our reporting of the rural areas, so we can better service their residents." "Thank you, Sigurpáll." "Happy Easter." "What will happen to these rural areas?" "They'll end up on a nice balance sheet somewhere, of course." "And become a part of profit predictions and adjusted gross incomes?" "Country for sale!" "Make an offer!" "Everything must go!" "What else?" "Here's a special request for Skarphedinn and the" "Akureyri College Theatre Club who are preparing for the premiere of Loftur the Sorcerer at Hólar on Maundy Thursday." "In the beginning there was the wish." "The wished-for song." "The truth will prevail!" "Really?" "The truth about what?" "Amateur theatre productions, or..." "Chamber music concerts in Akureyri?" "Or lay-offs in the fishing industry?" "No need to remind me of my terrible fate." "And don't leave me, Jóa." "Well, I just arrived." "You remember what Hannes said:" "I'll only stay for a little while, just long enough to help you get the new branch in Akureyri off the ground." "Off the ground?" "I feel like the editor has put me six feet under." "Hi." "Hi." "Jóa, my dearest!" "So glad to see you!" "Welcome." "Great to have you on the team." "Well, how did it go?" "Did you land this morning?" "Einar picked me up at the airport and swung me right into action." "Great!" "And how did it go?" "I have some photos and Einar got some kind of interview with the guide." "Great!" "Thank you for the tip, Ásbjörn." "How did you learn of this?" "I have my contacts." "Asbjörn!" "Yes, dear!" "Ásbjörn Grímssson!" "Yes, Karó, my love." "This is Jóa." "Yes." "Can you give him a hand with?" "With subscriptions, distribution, advertisements, that sort of thing?" "The man is limp with exhaustion, which he could clearly do without." "I was hired to help Einar with the photos." "So, I'll just go on slaving away for this newspaper with no salary or anything else, for that matter." "No problem!" "Karó, my love, we live upstairs rent-free." "Don't forget that." "And Jóa, here's the darkroom." "Ásbjörn Grímsson!" "Yes, this is Snúlli!" "Say hi to Jóa!" "He's so sensitive, poor thing." "He's just hungry." "Dinner is ready, Ásbjörn." "On my way, love." "Do you still have the same motto?" ""A tidy desk is a sign of a sick mind."" "Yes, haven't you seen Ásbjörn's desk?" "Spotless!" "This office of yours feels like a coffin." "That's exactly what it is." "I'd like to be buried here some day." "An old friend of Ásbjörn's is leasing the apartment to the paper." "She moved abroad and left this bird behind." "She made it a condition that it come with the apartment." "What's its name?" "Don't know." "But seeing as I'm to be the equivalent of God to this creature," "I've decided that it's a she." "A heterosexual female called Snælda, in honor of Snúlli." "Say hi to Jóa." "And more on fines, because more than 200 drivers..." "Maybe this is the best thing that could've happened to you, Einar." "Starting over in a new town, and being all sober and nice." "Sober and nice?" "An ostracized outlaw is what I am." "The only thing I look forward to is having my Gunnsa visit her daddy this weekend." "Maybe that's her." "Damn." "It's that new plague of a news editor." "Einar!" "Trausti Löve here." "Listen buddy, I want you and Jóa to go to Húsavík tomorrow morning." "Everything went crazy there last night and will probably do so tonight, as well." "Riots in Húsavík and all that." "They're just your average Icelandic weekend parties." "It's been like this since the settlement of the country." "No, it hasn't." "It's a clash between locals and immigrants." "If you can't tell the difference, then you're not up to the job." "Perhaps you're not aware that all Icelanders used to be immigrants." "You, for example, trace your origins to ancient immigrants." "Or where else does the name "Löve" come from?" "The difference is the past and the present." "Your duty is to reflect the events of today." "I'm still working on the article about the women who fell into the river." "I knew you were a smartass, but this is unacceptable!" "Well, since you ask so politely." "But Jóa and I have a right to some time off, though, like everyone else." "Like you, for example." "Whatever, buddy." "Cheers, girls." "Cheers." "You're great." "You too." "Come on, Einar." "He was voted as one of the sexiest men in Iceland." "He was a TV star." "But why did he have to crash on the Evening Press when his star fell to earth?" "He's a moron." "I don't understand why Hannes would hire such a... jerk on the editorial board." "It's insane." "Why mull over that?" "Why?" "It's important." "Don't let it get to you." "Wait, where are you going?" "You should've turned at the junction." "Why aren't you giving me directions?" "You're on map duty." "It says so on the sign." "But aren't we going to Mývatn?" "Back up." "You have to put it in reverse." "Where are we going?" "Where do you think?" "Ystafell?" "No, Húsavík!" "I know." "I haven't driven here lately." "It's been 50 or 60 years." "At least!" "You may know your way around pubs in Reykjavík but out here you're completely lost." "I know." "Thanks for the newsflash." "We'd better hurry in case they decide to industrialize the whole country." "Why can't we use nature as industry, just the way it is?" "Icelanders don't have enough patient capital, Jóa." "There were talks of building an outdoor recreation area on the town magnate's land," "Ásgrímur Pétursson." "Everyone was optimistic and professional investors were brought in." "It was supposed to be small startup company." "And the result?" "A monstrous 250.000 ton aluminium smelting plant from Industrial." "With the requisite construction projects and environmental damages." "And then Ásgrímur leases his land to Industrial, on which there was supposed to be an outdoor recreation area, and they build worker camps instead." "For a lot of money." "Naturally." "But still, things are booming over there." "What goes up always comes down, no?" "It was all based on sporadic fishery so people just packed their bags and left." "And then, all of a sudden, there's a great influx of capital." "No, we just got thousands of foreigners replacing the Icelanders who have moved south or overseas." "Do you have something against foreigners?" "No." "The question is:" "Do we want Icelandic social problems or international ones?" "Do we want an Icelandic bankruptcy or a multinational one?" "Which would you prefer?" "Let me get back to you on that." "The Holy Week is not the time for entertainment and excess but for prayers and repentance." "It beckons us to walk with Christ, the path of suffering." "No pain is without purpose." "Enough of suffering already!" "I agree!" "This is how your average, Icelandic podunk town looks like after it got an "extreme makeover."" "Good morning." "Hello." "I'm Einar with the Evening Press in Akureyri." "Höskuldur Pétursson, chief police officer." "Our photographer, Jóa." "Please come in." "It's been a rough weekend, but nothing to write home about." "People were just having some fun, as usual." "And what was the fight about, the one that you call having fun?" "It's not easy to determine how these things begin." "It's easier to say how they end." "Right here, at the police station." "And who were doing the fighting?" "That's not easy to determine, either." "When people are all in a bundle, it's difficult to say who's fighting and who's not." "That's a lot of things that are not easy to say!" "Were these locals?" "It's not so easy anymore to determine who are locals and who are not." "Is it easy to determine if somebody got hurt?" "Yes." "Just some minor bruises." "Nothing serious." "Were there any weapons used?" "Knives, bottles, glasses?" "Yes, a few cut here and there." "Some stitches, that's all." "Nothing serious." "Did you make any arrests?" "A handful who spent the night." "Not that many." "Thank's for stopping by." "Yes, well, thank you." "Thank you, and good luck." "Is it the locals who are behind the unrest?" "That's how it got started, but it's different now." "After a while everybody becomes angry as hell." "And prejudices run rampant." "Who are these guys?" "One of them is the son of an immigrant from the Balkans, or former Yugoslavia." "It was their leader who got the worst makeover the other night." "Can't you tell how sore his balls are?" "What's his name?" "Agnar Hansen." "Agnar Hansen?" "Is he related to Jóhann Hansen, the chairman of the town council?" "He's his son." "The boy is an alcoholic." "They're saturated with drugs and drinks day in and day out." "Thanks for the coffee!" "Agnar Hansen?" "My name is Einar, a journalist for the Evening Press." "Are you going to write about how I was wrongfully assaulted last Friday?" "That's the general plan." "Would you mind telling me?" "Not at all." "See my face?" "Are you seeing this shit?" "Yes, I'm seeing." "That's only the half of it." "You should print my photo." "Then people will realize how these people are." "Who started the fight?" "I don't remember, man." "Can't you see my condition?" "Look at this." "They were going to kill me!" "Don't we have the freedom to express ourselves in this country anymore?" "You can hardly utter a word to these people anymore." "You fucking Portuguese cunt." "And you..." "What the hell is going on here?" "It's not easy to determine." "Calm down, calm down!" "Snúlli!" "Snúlli!" "Einar!" "Einar, wake up!" "Snúlli has disappeared!" "He's gone." "Karólína was walking him this morning, just like she's done every day since we moved here." "Snúlli is well brought up and he always obeys when we call him." "But this morning..." "What happened this morning?" "Some woman stopped Karó to speak with her." "And when she had left, she looked around for the dog but he was gone!" "She called him and searched everywhere." "Little Snúlli gone?" "Vanished?" "You may think this is funny, but me and Karó don't think so." "Not at all." "Have you tried to the police?" "Yes, I have an old friend working at the station and he has asked around." "But nobody has contacted us, nobody has called, nothing!" "Wait, when did this happen?" "Half past nine this morning." "Half past nine?" "Yes." "That's just four hours!" "Come on." "Of course the dog will turn up." "You just have to be patient." "He'll turn up." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Could you interview Karó?" "Interview?" "And include a picture of Snúlli?" "Perhaps someone will recognize him and contact us." "Errr..." "OK." "OK?" "We'll just..." ""Dog missing!" Front page news!" "She would feel so much better." "I don't think so." "I was hoping you could do this as human interest story." "You know, for the feature pages?" "Maybe we could put Snúlli's story in the context of:" ""Moved to a new place and got lost."" "Snúlli is an immigrant in Akureyri, just like us." "Doesn't know anybody, feels bad." "Just like the foreigners in Húsavík." "It's a grave societal issue that demands to be addressed, Ásbjörn!" "Thanks, Einar!" "You're the best!" "What am I doing here?" "Did we open a new, expensive branch in Akureyri just to look for missing dogs?" "Isn't there definitely a capital F in "fuck you?"" "We'll do that for Ásbjörn, sir." "But it will be your responsibility to keep news of lost dogs and cats in Akureyri to a minimum." "We can't waste space on something so trivial." "I'm having second thoughts about the Akureyri branch." "I don't think it's going to work." "You're sorely mistaken." "We're already seeing an increase in sales, in both the north and east." "Ads are rolling in." "Subscriptions too." "Everything's going in the right direction." "Right..." "Perseverance, my dear sir, perseverance!" "Listen." "There's something strange going on, Einar." "I know that we aren't exactly the best of friends, on the contrary." "Still, there's something strange going on." "I know that you find me..." "Variably entertaining?" "Yes, that's one way of putting it." "And it's mutual." "Thank you." "There's something strange happening." "I've been getting mysterious phone calls, both at home and at work, and sometimes in the middle of the night." "What's so mysterious about them?" "They always hang up when I answer." "Karó has answered twice and they always hang up." "She's totally freaking out." "Don't you have caller ID?" "Well, yes, but it's a private number." "And have no idea who this can be?" "No, I..." "Hello?" "What do you think you're doing?" "Snúlli is lost and you're at the pub having beer!" "What are you thinking?" "!" "Come back here immediately!" "Yes, my love, right away!" "Yes, what do you want?" "Listen, you great dog detective." "You haven't forgotten "Today's Question," have you?" "You were supposed to hand it in an hour ago." "What stupid question should I be asking?" "Beats me." "That's your problem." "Something like, "What's your favorite place to party?" Just get it done." "Fuck!" "Damn!" "Good day." "Good day." "I was wondering if you'd like to... answer the "Question of the Day" for the Evening Press?" "Sure thing." "What's your favorite place to party?" "Glaumbær." "Glaumbær?" "Yes." "But it got burnt down more than 30 years ago!" "Exactly." "And it's never been replaced since." "What's your favorite place to party?" "Sjallinn." "Café Akureyri." "Vélsmiðjan." "Thanks." "Only one more and we're done." "Hi, girls." "Would you like to answer the "Question of they day" for the Evening Press?" "What's your favorite place to party?" "Who'd like to answer?" "Solla, you do it." "Yes, Solla." "Tell him what you told us!" "OK, I'll do it!" "What's your name?" "Sólrún Bjarkadóttir." "And what do you do, Sólrún?" "I'm a high school student." "I'll go to the office and send these photos immediately." "OK, no problem." "So, what's your favorite place to party, Sólrún?" "Kjartan Arnarson's cock!" "What do you want?" "Einar, it's not a difficult assignment." "Even you should be able do handle it." "Today's Question needs five answers." "Five." "We have five photos, four answers." "Where is the fifth?" "It's not fit for publication." "Trust me, it's not fit for publication." "You mean the one with the photo marked Sólrún Bjarkadóttir, high school student?" "Yes, that's the one." "She said that her favorite place to party was Kjartan Arnarson's cock." "Who's Kjartan Arnarson?" "Don't know, don't wanna know." "Of course we'll print it." "It's just a little high school humor." "It's good to have such a young, unconventional voice in our paper." "Are you nuts?" "There's no way it's gonna happen." "You don't have a say in the matter, buddy." "It's my call." "But... whoever this poor guy is..." "She must've been high, or something." "She must've been on something." "So?" "That's her problem, not ours." "I don't have time to deal with this shit." "The woman who fell into Jökulsá-Vestri last Saturday has passed away." "She never regained consciousness." "Her name was Ásdís Björk Guðmundsdóttir, 55 years old." "She leaves behind a husband and a grown up son." "Scientists are increasingly worried about the effects of pollution on..." "Kjartan Arnarsson, college teacher." "Ho ho ho." "The prodical son has returned." "This young girl brought him to us." "Her mother saw your article in the paper." "Where did you find him?" "Down by the harbor." "He must have been lost." "There were some boys who were going to throw in the water." "She saved him just in time!" "Yes, Snúlli is back with mommy and daddy!" "Einar, there's a man waiting for you in your office." "And here are two new messages." "Ah, the editor himself." "And Gunnhildur Bjargmundsdottir." "Who is she?" "Good day." "My name is Kjartan Arnarson." "I teach Icelandic literature at the college." "For now, anyway." "Right." "Have a seat." "Why on earth did you print that nonsense?" "Can you imagine the effect this would have if I were married with children?" "Well, can you?" "I can hardly ask you to believe me, but that was printed against my will." "You point at each other and refuse to take any responsiblity for this outrage." "You have no scruples whatsoever." "So you've talked to Trausti Löve already?" "Yes, and he told me that you're responsible for all published material." "I will discuss this with the editor-in-chief." "Tell him that I'm lucky to keep my job." "Tell him that Sólrún Bjarkardóttir was expelled from school for a month." "It was only because of my pleading that the headmaster changed this decision and gave her a reprimand instead." "Sólrún admitted right away that it was a joke that went out of hand." "She's terribly upset." "She's just a young girl trying to get noticed." "Is this our news policy?" "Is this acceptable?" "An outdated TV star with no morals whose foolish foolish shenanigans do nothing but tarnish the reputation of the paper and its personnel." "And what's more, destroys the lives of innocent people." "Trausti meant well." "His job is to keep our readers entertained and get people's attention every day." "If we don't print a correction signed by the news editor, where he takes responsibility for his own mistakes," "I'll resign immediately." "And I promise you that I'll do it." "Come on, dear friend!" "No, there is "no come on!" If this isn't done," "I'm finished here in Akureyri." "How can I obtain interviews, gather information and establish future contacts after a mess like this?" "This is ridiculous." "A modern day fairytale about a small dog in a small town" "Once upon a time there was a dog named Snúlli." "Kjarnalundur, good morning." "Kjarnalundur?" "What's that?" "Kjarnalundur is a nursing home." "Oh, OK." "My name is Einar." "I got a message to call" "Gunnhildur Bjargmundsdóttir." "Is she one of the staff or one of the residents?" "Gunnhildur is one of our residents." "Can I talk to her?" "Gunnhildur is asleep." "These last couple of days have been rough on her." "Something in particular?" "It's very difficult to lose your child even though you're old and not always lucid." "What happened?" "Her daughter passed away yesterday" "She fell into Jökulsá river last Saturday, received a serious blow to the head and never regained consciousness." "Hey, Einar." "I went to the offices of the Akureyri Weekly Post yesterday..." "I was thinking of paying them a visit." "...and met the editor and the publisher." "We're going out for dinner tonight." "It's Maundy Thursday tomorrow;" "we have the day off." "Would you like to join us?" "I'm sorry, but I can't." "Gunnsa will arrive tonight." "Gunnsa, my love!" "Hi, dad." "It's good to hear your voice." "I just finished tidying up your room." "Have you packed?" "I just began, but not for a flight to Akureyri." "Are you ill?" "No, nothing like that." "Rúna has invited Raggi and me to Copenhagen over Easter." "Copenhagen?" "There's was a great offer on tickets this morning." "The flight is this afternoon." "Have a great time." "And be careful." "She's going to Copenhagen." "That's just how it is, Einar." "Easter is the time of suffering." "How is it Aðalheiður, don't you get any real crimes here in Akureyri?" "Please, call me Heiða." "Heiða." "We have all the crimes you have in the city, only fewer." "Most of the crimes are in connection with drugs." "The number of drug offenses has risen in recent years." "It's not just the addicts these days." "These days it's considered normal to have a pill or two, or snort some blow during the course of the weekend partying." "Just as normal as we would have wine and beer." "No, just you." "You've never had a sip?" "Well, yes." "I've had a lot of drinks." "Often, and for a long time." "He's taking a break." "I was forced to choose:" "whisky or work." "While I'm trying to decide," "I'm investigating how long I manage to be drunk by nature." "Who's up for a night cap?" "I think I'll go home." "Thank you for a lovely evening." "Thank you, too!" "Are you sure?" "Yes." "The pleasure was all mine." "Hopefully we'll see each other soon." "Yes, by all means." "Good night!" "Good night." "What about you, Jóa?" "Can I buy you a drink?" "I think I'll go for a little walk." "Are you serious?" "Are you leaving me all alone in a strange town?" "A double Jim Beam in coke." "You there, Helgi Hámundarson, master electrician, you are a complete and utter nobody." "Do you know how much I hate this man?" "No, I don't." "Even though you enjoy a sausage every now and then doesn't mean that you want a whole pig." "Leave the guy alone." "Have you heard the joke about the surrealists?" "No." "How many surrealists does it take to change a light bulb?" "I'm telling him the surrealist joke." "I don't know." "Fish." "He didn't get it." "I'll skip the beer." "Jóa, my dear, are you coming home now from your walk?" "At noon?" "We have very strict rules here at the commune." "Did you score last night?" "Tell daddy." "With whom?" "Aðalheiður Heimisdóttir, editor and publisher of the Akureyri Weekly Post." "I might have known." "And here I was thinking I had a chance." "I knew." "I'm sorry if you feel that I stole your opportunity." "It wasn't like that." "Obviously I had no chance competing with a woman like you." "Skarphéðinn Valgarðsson, a student at the college in Akureyri is asked to call Örvar Páll or Ágústa on: 641-2427 and 817-2972." "Hello?" "Ágústa?" "Yes?" "Hi, it's Einar with the Evening Press." "Yeah, hi." "I met you at the rehearsal at Hólar in Hjaltadalur." "That's right." "Is there a search out for Skarphéðinn?" "Yes, we've been searching since this morning and now the police is involved." "What will happen with the premiere tonight?" "We had to postpone it." "Do you know what happened?" "No, I don't." "We had a party last night and he was there, but he hasn't been seen since." "Anything unusual or strange going on?" "Not that I know of." "Couldn't he have gone off, got wasted, and fallen asleep somewhere?" "No, Skarphéðinn isn't like that." "He is very reliable." "Where does he live?" "He rents an apartment on Hólagata." "But he's not there." "We've already checked." "Thank you, and... good luck." "She called me and left me a message." "I don't know her at all." "I'll introduce you to Gunnhildur," "She's always in the same seat." "Hello Gunnhildur, Einar is here to see you." "My name is Einar, with the Evening Press." "I got your message, but I haven't been able to visit until now." "I understand that you are Ásdís Björk's mother." "My condolences." "Thank you." "It's said that you can't sense the presence of death until you outlive your children." "There's... truth to those words." "Is there something I can do for you?" "I don't know." "But you called me and asked for..." "I've tried talking to the police but they won't listen to me." "They think I'm just a crazy old woman." "Many people believe that that the elderly are crazy and deaf." "You're absolutely correct." "That's what many people believe, I mean." "But that's just prejudice." "I don't envy such people when they grow old themselves." "No one should be ignored because of his age." "I agree with you." "But why did you call me?" "Because the police didn't listen to me." "Just like that." "Ignored me." "Why?" "I told them that Dísa Björk's death... was no accident." "Oh?" "I refuse!" "I refuse being... ignored like this... until I've been put in a coffin and sent away from this god-forsaken place." "But why would you say that your daughter's death wasn't an accident?" "Because she was murdered!" "Murdered in cold blood." "As cold a blood as can run through human veins!" "Be calm, Gunnhildur and sit down." "Leave me alone!"