Two loose cannons. Doing it their way. They go outside the law to enforce the law. Thor help a suspect they get their manicured hands on. There’s no good cop, bad cop routine for these guys. There’s bad cop, and you don’t wanna know how much worse cop. These guys roam the mean streets of Kyrkjebyrkjeland, or Tissvassklumptjønnin, or Sædingsdragdrenken, or some other urban Nordic wasteland where crime not only pays, but pays by direct deposit.

Then the call comes in. You know it’s going to be bad — really bad — because it comes by cellphone, with a custom shoegaze ringtone. Then they say something like, “Let’s roll!,” or, “Hit it!,” or, “Buckle up, it’s going to be one of those nights!” No, it can’t be that last one. They’re already buckled in like a toddler in a minivan backseat.

There’s the suspect. He’s brazen. He’s breaking the law, right in the middle of the street. Notice how Dirty Harald reacts. He doesn’t read the pallet its rights. He doesn’t try to talk the pallet out of the street to safety on the sidewalk. He’s judge, jury, and executioner. In Norway, the pallets get jacked up against the wall, wiki wiki, and don’t you forget it. I hope his partner gets the counseling he needs from witnessing that.