Burned (24 page)

FAROUK
:

Is that her? 

YASHID
:

Don’t know, you moron. I haven’t checked it yet. 

FAROUK
:

Then do it, you moron.

Yashid glares at his brother. Then he opens the text and reads it. He tosses the mobile on to the sofa.
 

YASHID
:

Fucking whore.

It’s tempting think the characters in the script are based on real people, Henning thinks. But it’s also a little too convenient.

The desire for coffee resurges. He orders one from the waiter behind the bar, who looks like he minds very much that Henning has bought just the one coffee in all the time he has been there. There are only two other people in the café. They are eating their salad in silence.

His coffee arrives just as he is about to start reading again.

12.
INT – A TENT ON EKEBERG COMMON – LATE EVENING:

Close-up of the hole in the ground. Mona has jumped into it again. Merete is filling up the hole with earth.
 

MERETE
:

You managed to sort out his computer? 

MONA
:

Oh yes. It was easy. He took a shower after we had had sex, not a problem. 

MERETE
:

Have we remembered everything? 

MONA
:

I think so. Wait a moment – let me get my arms out.

MERETE
:

Okay.

Mona pulls her arms out of the sandy soil.
 

MONA
:

Right. Carry on.

Merete carries on filling the hole. Soon the sand reaches all the way up to Mona’s armpits. Merete puts down the spade, she is panting.
 

MERETE
:

Anything you want to say before we begin?

Mona considers this. She clears her throat.
 

MONA
:
(in a solemn voice):

This is for all the women in the world. But especially for us in Norway.

Merete smiles. The camera moves slowly from Merete’s face to the ground behind her. We see the spade. We see the bag Mona brought with her. It is open. Next to it lies a large heavy stone.

Henriette can’t possibly have subjected herself to this, Henning thinks, and looks up. She can’t possibly have acted out a role, used her own script and let herself be stoned to death to promote a political message?

It’s only a movie, Henning. He hears his mother’s voice and remembers how he used to climb up on her lap when Detective Derrick solved murder mysteries every Friday evening. Someone must have used Henriette’s script against her. To mock her? To point the finger at someone?

He reads on:

Caption against a black background: Two weeks later

13.
INT – AN INTERVIEW ROOM AT THE POLICE STATION – LATE MORNING:

Yashid Iqbal sits at a table. Police officers sit opposite. The officers look grave.
 

OFFICER
1:

What did you do after you received the text messages, Yashid? Did you go over to confront her?

Yashid doesn’t reply.
 

OFFICER
2:

We know that you tried to call her. We also know that you left your flat just after eight o’clock that night. 

OFFICER
1:

There’s evidence of a brutal sexual assault, Yashid. 

OFFICER
2:

And we have your laptop. You checked her e-mail that afternoon. Why did you do that? 

OFFICER
1:

We get it, Yashid. You got angry. It’s understandable. She was screwing around, you got angry and you taught her a lesson.

OFFICER
2:

You can make it much easier for yourself by talking, Yashid. Tell us what happened. You’ll feel better for it.

Yashid says nothing.
 

OFFICER
1:

After you got the text messages, you went to the place where she was filming. You raped her and buried her in a hole in the ground. Afterwards, you picked up some heavy stones and threw them at her until she died. That’s the appropriate punishment, isn’t it? For being unfaithful?

Yashid looks at the police officers. Yashid’s lawyer leans towards him and whispers into his ear. Yashid leans forward.
 

YASHID
:

I love Mona. I’m innocent.

The police officers look at each other and sigh.

Caption against a black background: Five months later

14.
INT – OSLO COURTHOUSE – NOON:

Yashid sits next to his lawyer. Harald Gaarder sits some rows behind him. He looks depressed and gloomy. Farouk Iqbal is there, too. He looks anxious. The judge enters. Everyone stands up.
 

JUDGE
:

Sit down, please.

Everyone sits down. The judge looks at the jury.

JUDGE
:

Has the jury reached a verdict? 

FOREMAN OF THE JURY:

We have.

15.
INT – OSLO COURTHOUSE – NOON:

Close-up of Yashid. He looks down. He is visibly nervous. The camera zooms out. Merete sits at the back of the courtroom. The picture of her grows sharper. She remains in focus while the foreman of the jury reads out the verdict.
 

FOREMAN OF THE JURY:

In the case against Yashid Iqbal we, the jury, find the defendant guilty of all charges.

The courtroom erupts with jubilation. Merete looks at Harald Gaarder. She smiles to him. Gaarder looks away and leaves. Merete takes out a mobile. She writes a text message. We see what she writes.

‘One down. Plenty more to go.’