Two detectives, huddled against the darkness, drink bitter coffee and smoke another cigarette as they try to solve a mystery in the midst of the perpetual night. They don’t have a body, they don’t have clues, they don’t even have a crime yet, but in a community of paranoid suspicion, everyone is a suspect.
As the ice thaws and secrets emerge, a torrent of lies and deceit unravel, taking our intrepid sleuths on a blistering rampage through the criminal underworld of rural Finland. This is what they’ve trained for. Long nights of watching Borgen, The Bridge and Beck have not been spent in vain. Their minds are sharp, their bodies are strong. This is what they’ve been waiting for…
Fuck Scandi Noir. This is Finland. And shit’s about to get real. Or is it?