So, after the rapid fire plotting of the first two episodes, The Killing has now kicked back into a contemplative, stripped-down, almost elegiac style. The silent, twenty minute scene of the old woman waiting on the steps of the bleak pickled herring factory was a tour-de-force.
Only joking: if anything these episodes packed in even more plotting and detail than the opening two. This is a programme that demands to be watched via one of those clever boxes that allow you to pause and rewind live TV.
I never thought I’d say this, but The Killing could actually do with having advert breaks. If you dive out to grab a drink or have a quick pee, chances are by the time you return half the cast have whipped out a secret memo or two, revealed some awesomely plot changing secret and then been horribly killed.
Anyway, it turns out that our possibly mad ex soldier on the run Raben was part of an army squad in the war that did (or were party to) something very, very bad indeed: possibly involving civilians being killed. This was seemingly at the behest of an as yet unknown character with the name ‘Perk’ – who like the ‘Muslim League’ really isn’t pulling up any trees in the menacing name department.
As the squad are getting picked off one by one, Raben is doing a marvellous job of turning up at exactly the wrong moment and looking very guilty indeed. It is classic Richard Hannay/Roger Thornhill stuff, and as Lund/Strange are following the same trail their paths have crossed, most noticeably after wheelchair bound former squad member named ‘Gruner’ got burnt to toast in a car park.
On this point, I’m starting to think that the killer is inspired by some kind of disturbing mashup of 7even and Come Dine With Me. No, honestly – think about it:
Victim One: Kebab.
Victim Two: Halal.
Victim Three: Barbecue.
Admittedly this theory doesn’t explain the explosive trap left for final squad member Thompson, who gets saved by Raben and a handy anti-C4 chair. However if the next victim is microwaved, boiled, steamed or glazed in honey and served with rice, then I am going to be unbearably smug about it.
Of course, while this strand of the plot has been playing out about a hundred other things have been going on, to keep it manageable I’m going to have to resort to bullet points I’m afraid:
It is no surprise at all that the saucy political assistant has been at it with her former boss (who had also met original murder victim Anne ‘at a hotel’). Current Justice Minister/fall guy Buch looked gutted in at least two specific ways as she resigned.
Inspector Strange is a bit of a lad, staying up late with a mysterious blond lady (the political assistant?), telling Lund she’s jealous and then asking her if he can pop in to her flat for a bit of ‘cake’. The euphemistic scamp.
Said cake was used by Lund to try and finish off her nut allergy prone future stepfather (and definite video pervert) Bjorn. Could Lund be the cuisine obsessed killer? Probably a bit of a stretch even for this show.
We learned that Lund may actually have human emotions as she threw up in a bucket following the grim discovery of Gruner. However that didn’t stop her turning up at the first victim’s funeral to question her bereaved husband with a breathtaking lack of sensitivity. Lund may have almost smiled this week, but in general is still walking around with the angrily revolted look of a woman who has just pulled up her pants only to realise that a couple more wipes were needed.
Buch was subjected to a particularly chilling meeting with the shockingly frightening Prime Minister and the no-fun-at-all Defence Minister. Looks like the anti-terror legislation is expanding nicely into some kind of right wing wet dream, with stuff about suppressing and banning ‘subversives’ getting thrown in by that smug bloke from the Peoples’ Party. Boooo.
Looming cadaver and police chief Brix is having some sort of looming, cadaverous sex with the D.A. Type lady who told him off last week. Clearly they have that whole work life/private life thing clearly defined and separated. Or do they?
There was plenty more stuff going on, but currently it all seems to me that some kind of all encompassing conspiracy is about to come crashing down with Lund, Buch and Raben being the poor sods who are going to try and unravel it all while trying not to get skewered, charbroiled or pan-seared with a garlic and rosemary jus.
Excitingly, here at long last is the heavily trailed and eagerly anticipated knitwear feature with jumper and cardigan aficionado “Christine”:
Christine’s Knitwear Watch
“Jumper #2 is a standard issue Danish interrogation garment. The use of multiple horizontal bands of geometric shapes is known to disarm suspects undergoing questioning by causing severe disorientation. However, this type of detection wear must be used with caution due to extreme itchiness, which is known to affect observational skills when deployed for prolonged periods.”
Well worth waiting for, I’am sure you will agree. So in conclusion this week here is my current thinking on who is ultimately responsible for this whole gruesome and complicated mess…
Guess at the end of episode 4:
The Defence Minister
His hair, mostly just his hair.
He’s the man at the top of my expanding military conspiracy theory.
I reckon we will learn that being given the somewhat shit nickname ‘Perk’ at an early age caused him to grow up an angry man of barely repressed murderous rage – a rage which exploded in a red fog of war.
He looked like he knew his way around a kitchen.
The Killing is on BBC 4, Saturdays at 9pm