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PEER HAALAND, 60, red-faced and messy grey hair, elbows his way to the coffin. Peer is about sixty years old. He stares at Elle and the parish. PEER HAALAND I am his little brother, Peer. Our parents were unlucky. We learned to save as kids, Peer and me. Peer touches Conrad’s hair with his swollen fingers. GRETE HAALAND Oh no... PEER HAALAND Peer was just too holy and dumb. People took advantage of him. They knew he could not say no. Elle walks to the coffin and grabs Peer’s hand tightly. ELLE
Uncle Peer... Thanks for coming to my father's funeral. Please sit down. Sit down, please. PEER HAALAND (resisting) I'm not related to your bastard blood, Elle Skum! Conrad only wanted you to use the Haaland name so people would believe you were his genuine offspring. The Haalands agreed to this just for his sake. Now you should use your Skum name.
Peer looks at Elle with disgust. Pretending to give him a hug, Elle forces Peer back to the church bench. Peer's face distorts in pain. FRODE BUSCH, an athletic man in his sixties wearing the formal uniform of a high-ranking police officer, smiles at Elle’s actions. LATER Grete gives Frode a warm hug. Frode gives Lauritz a firm handshake and leaves. On his way out, Frode spots a GREY MAN alone on the last bench fumbling with a camera.
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