Yesterday, I was arrested by patriots.
Remember their name:
Hammer of Thor.
Your fingerprints are on this pistol and Finnur's blood.
It seems your dad was at odds with all his siblings.
Not Elin, even though she's married to that bastard.
Then there's Dad's brother, Oli,
who happens to be married to my mother.
Why would he want to hurt your sister?
Gisli!
She told me he felt she owed him something.
Do you know what that could be? -No.
What have you gotten yourself into, my boy.
Did you kill Finnur Grimsson?
You have to see this.
Finnur was killed between eleven pm and one am.
This was filmed between half ten pm and two am.
So the brothers have an alibi.
Which means the murderer tried to frame them.
And we're back to square one.
No to heavy industry...!
I must be allowed my opinions.
This aluminium smelter will be an ecological disaster.
I am the police chief!
Don't you realise that you stink like a weed factory.
- Are you going to help me? - I just need to finish this text.
Are you going to stare at your phone all day?
You've heard about this guy, haven't you?
He's from the same family
as the one in the far end of the cemetary.
Must have been his great-grandfather.
Or rather his great-great-grandfather.
They say he was bad blood.
So he bares the mark of his kin and contaminates the soil.
Not literally.
Morning, vicar.
- How's it going? - Fast and smooth.
- What a sad case. - Yes.
This is a family with a tragic history.
- Really? - Yes, the dad...
- Gisli's father? - And his siblings.
He disappeared many years ago.
How so? -He just left and never came back.
Gisli and Halla were in their teens.
And Elin just a little girl.
He simply vanished. The body was never found.
Dear me.
They've certainly been through a lot.
- Are we expecting good attendance? - Far too many people.
Keep up the good work.
We're expecting the press to be there
and if there are any members left of Hammer of Thor.
Don't you think they'll show up?
I don't think the nationalists are connected to this.
I think the killer is enjoying seeing us chase after them.
I think the killer is a local and that he will attend the funeral.
Well...
It's possible.
Hi. -Hi.
- Hi, Elin. - Hi.
Thanks for coming by.
Hi, Aron.
Shall we take a walk, Aron?
- Would you like some coffee? - Yes, please.
- That's a nice one. - Yeah.
- Is it yours? - No, it's Dad's.
But he let me use it.
- So it was almost yours. - You could say that.
- It must have cost a lot. - I suppose.
- Is it new? - Two years old or so.
Nice.
You're back at square one? -No!
Torfi's case delayed us
but we have some leads.
We're changing our angle now
and that's why we wanted to talk to you.
To get a better overall view of Finnur.
- What do you want to know? - Finnur wasn't a local, was he?
No, he was from the West fjords. From a family of fishermen.
But he got seasick very easily.
He didn't have many friends, did he?
People found him rude sometimes but I just thought he was funny.
How did he get on with the workers at the plant?
He didn't really like it there.
Why?
It's not easy to manage a group of men
who have nothing to do but work.
I think he was actually pleased to have that sick leave.
- What sick leave? - He broke his arm.
He tripped and fell and had his arm in a sling for a month.
- He couldn't work. - When was this?
About six months ago.
- He just fell? - Yes.
He just fell.
Are you attending your uncle's funeral? -I guess so.
Isn't it weird; the whole town showing up at a funeral
of a guy who set himself on fire and tried to kill his sister?
An then it's my dad, a guy nobody liked,
killed by someone you'll probably never catch.
We will catch his killer.
I'll bet no one shows up at Dad's funeral.
- Finnur had a fleet of cars. - Yes?
The boy has this one, the wife another
- and Finnur had the third one. - We can check that out.
- What did the doctor say? - She clearly remembered this.
She was certain it was not an accident.
Two broken bones and a torn muscle.
She wanted him to call the police but he flatly denied.
Someone from the plant brought him.
Maybe Hjortur did.
- Let's talk to him. - See you.
- Everything should be alright. - Thanks.
Don't worry about me.
Is this your son? -Yes, he lives with his father down south.
- How old is he? - Nineteen.
He'll finish his A-levels next spring.
- Will he be joining you here? - No, he has other plans.
Actually, I told him not to come.
- So you're here all by yourself? - I've gotten used to that.
Some coffee? -No, I have to pick up the minister.
- Is Halla coming? - Yes, for the funeral.
She's one tough lady.
Maybe I'll have a cup.
- Which paint brush do you want? - Just the small one.
- You're settling in nicely. - Slowly but surely.
It'll be ready before the baby comes.
What can I do for you?
Finnur Grimsson broke his arm at work, six months ago. -Yes.
It was you who took him to the hospital, right?
- What happened? - He didn't just fall, did he?
I didn't witness this myself.
Finnur had been screaming at a foreign worker.
Calling him names.
Vikingur said that Finnur was a racist. -Yes.
And a bloody homophobe.
Vikingur butted in and told him to shut up.
Finnur didn't like it and started talking about an incident
from when Vikingur was a teenager, to humiliate him.
What incident?
He found Vikingur with a guy in his dad's barn.
He talked about that in front of all those guys
who are not from the most liberal places on earth.
I would have broken his arm.
I know you dread this.
I don't.
I just don't want to meet all these fucking people.
They have a right to be there. -Why?
Because they drove the man to the grave?
It's not about all these people. It's not about your mother.
Just try to think about your father
and your memories of him.
Can you do that?
You look very handsome.
There she comes.
Halla. -I'm burnt, not paralysed.
How's Hafdis doing?
She's standing strong. I drove her home today.
A new career? A chauffeur?
Yes, it's always been my calling!
I realize the police must try to prevent protests at the funeral.
But please lie low and don't have your men bear weapons.
Thanks.
Halla speaking.
Hello, Halla. This is Elin... your sister.
Hello, dear.
I've been meaning to call you.
My deepest condolences on Finnur's death. -Thanks.
I think we should sit down and talk.
Aren't you staying a while?
That would be nice.
I'm just not sure if I have the time.
Are you in a rush?
Stopping just so the press sees you attend your brother's funeral?
Don't talk like that. What do you think I am?
You've always known how to grab opportunities.
Just think what you like. See you in a bit.
Nothing ever changes in this valley.
When was the last time you were here?
A long time ago.
Half the town will attend the funeral.
- The press as well. - Yes.
I'll be like a fly on the wall.
Maybe more like a bear... on the wall!
A grizzly bear on the wall.
Halla, can I get a picture?
You're not going to make a scene.
Ketill.
Gisli was my friend.
Welcome.
Good to see all of you here.
I thought long and hard about what to say today
and discussed it with Gisli's family.
We all know how Gisli died.
It's a great personal tragedy.
But perhaps
his death can in some way
heal the wounds in our community.
I must specifically mention the Christian forgiveness
we witness here today.
If I can speak from the heart
it gives me great sense of hope.
Would you like to say something, Halla? -Yes.
Please... go ahead.
I wasn't going to speak.
And to be honest I wasn't sure this morning
if I'd come here at all. All things considered.
I'll never know why
Gisli focused all his anger and pain on me.
But it doesn't really matter. He was my brother.
My twin brother.
And I loved him.
Even though we didn't see each other for a long time
he was always with me. And still is.
It wasn't forgiveness that brought me here.
I don't know if I'll ever forgive him.
And I don't have to.
He doesn't need my forgiveness.
I just wish with all my heart
that he finds peace now.
Rest in peace, dear brother.
- No protesters? - No, none.
I'd like to look into Finnur's car business.
- Is that alright? - By all means.
Shall we go together?
If you don't attend the wake it will be the talk of the town.
Is that what you think?
I think people will only talk about Halla.
She made sure.
- Please, Vikingur. - I'm here for my dad.
I don't owe these fuckers anything.
Do it for my mum.
We'll wait outside.
Finnur... too bad I remember very little about it.
It's not that long ago. A golden Ford Mondeo.
Right, a two year old car.
- Did you fix a car loan? - Yes, I'm sure we did.
Can I see the contract?
You know, we just changed our computer system
and it's a total hazard accessing old files.
There was no loan.
- What do you mean? - You don't have to lie.
I just want to know how he paid for it. I'm not from the IRS.
- All right. He paid cash. - How much?
2,8 million krona on the table.
You give good discount for that.
Thanks.
My condolences.
Hello.
How is Skúli doing?
He's recovering but they don't have a diagnosis.
- No? - It's strange.
There was no contract, he paid with cash.
And what's more, the car is registered in the kid's name.
Aron? -Yes, and he probably doesn't know it.
Thanks, Asgeir.
Elin.
Did you know Finnur paid for Aron's car in cash?
No. Does that have to do with the murder? -It might.
May I remind you that you are at our brother's funeral.
- Show some respect. - It's all right.
Oh, my dear.
I didn't invite you here to pity me. Coffee?
Yes, please.
I hope the racists haven't messed up your conviction
about the aluminium factory.
I know it was you who photographed the graffiti.
- There was no one else. - Oh?
Don't worry. I'll finish this term, then go back south
and be out of your way.
Until then, it would help if you played along.
I appreciate your honesty.
- What are you doing? - Leave me alone.
This is totally inappropriate.
Don't you tell me how to behave at my dad's funeral.
Come talk to us.
He seems to have issues with his uncle -Right.
He doesn't like them taking everything over.
How so?
It's not like he could have organized anything himself.
He didn't talk to the vicar and almost didn't come.
My mum had to find him a suit.
Sad to see him drinking again.
He's been sober for over a year.
You are such hypocrites.
I'm grieving for my dad while you are role playing.
We are all grieving, Vikingur.
Are you now?
You're so fucking noble.
Christian forgiveness. Wasn't that the name of the play?
Why don't you just let the cameramen in, Halla?
I've met you once before and you dare come here
and act as we're dealing with the same loss.
Where have you been for the last twenty years?
Did you suddenly decide to strengthen the family ties?
You act like this is all about you, don't you?
And poor Elin.
She's burying her husband in a few days and then what?
Will we have a new play with the same faces
pretending Finnur wasn't the piece of shit he really was?
I know he's your dad, Aron but that's how it is.
Isn't this enough, Vikingur.
Uncle Oli.
The man who used the first chance he got to fuck his brother's wife.
Everyone in here knows what kind of a man you are
so I advise you to shut the fuck up.
Please. This is neither the time nor the place.
Haven't you cried enough today?
I must applaud your performance in the church.
For one moment Mum almost convinced me
that she was sorry.
But then I thought...
What if you and Oli had had a child together.
Would she have been my half sister and my cousin?
Can we call that anything but disgusting?
Luckily you two have no children.
You have no children.
You decided that when you left Dad and me.
You couldn't even do that properly.
You walked two hundred metres to the next farm.
You couldn't even show us the decency
to clear off across the district limits.
- You don't know everything. - I know you didn't want me!
Why don't you admit it in front of everyone here.
Did you ever realize how unbearable it was for me?
You left me with a man who could barely manage himself.
I was only a child!
So don't you dare try and convince me that you're sorry.
Make sure to write this in your report.
Vikingur.
You're in no condition to drive, Vikingur!
We're leaving, Thorhildur. Get your coat.
- Are you coming with us? - No, I'll go with Bardur.
- See you. - Yes.
Thorhildur...
I also think this sucks.
We have to be able to talk.
I could have driven. It's not like I've been drinking. -No.
And I'm not stoned, If that's what you think.
Congratulations.
- What do you mean? - Isn't that a once a year event?
You're twenty years older than me and yet I feel like I'm your mum.
Don't start that again.
This can't go on.
What?
What can't go on?
I think we're through.
Are you alright?
Asgeir is going to let Bardur stay with him for awhile.
I see.
It's over for us.
It's good that you came.
I'm glad I did.
But I can't stay for Finnur's funeral.
That's all right. I didn't expect you would.
I want you to know...
that what you said in the church touched me.
Thank you, dear.
It's strange to be here again.
This spectacle with Vikingur really shocked me.
He's always been confused and prone to drinking.
But there was some truth in what he said.
Wasn't there?
Are you also mad at me for staying away all this time?
I think we have to discuss what happened.
What do you mean?
You know what I mean.
About Gisli?
Yes.
Just what you read in the papers.
He just attacked me. That's all I know.
I mean what...
I mean what happened when we were children.
I mean what happened when I was little.
What are you talking about?
You know that.
No.
I remember everything.
What is it you think you remember?
I saw you.
I know what you did.
It's all right.