En død ræv findes på towpath. Et menneske har flyttet liget til et hjørne på Ferry Lane Estate. Sahra Lund, spillet af Poppet, drives til at opdage mere om forbrydelsen. Ignorerer hendes familie, hun vender tilbage igen og igen til den sække op liget, søger under biler til katte undervejs. Tilbage på towpath, er duften stærk. Hun ved at der er en sammensværgelse under opsejling, men hun kan ikke sætte brikkerne sammen …
Yesterday I posted this on facebook;
A dead fox is found on the towpath. A human has moved the corpse to a corner on Ferry Lane Estate. Sahra Lund, played by Poppet, is DRIVEN to discover more about the crime. Ignoring her family, she returns again and again to the bagged up corpse, looking under cars for cats along the way. Back on the towpath, the scent is strong. She knows there is a conspiracy afoot, but she can’t put the pieces together…
In the thread Liliana of People’s Republic of Southwark posted the Danish translation. I was so excited! I rushed to google translate to hear it read aloud which is THRILLINGTON! Although, it may be noted that the robot voice does not mumble enough for it to be good Danish.
I think we can all agree that the termination of The Killing IS GOING TO RUIN OUR LIVES. Mind you, it’s true that things have got a little bit formulaic and it would be terrible to see Sarah & co jump the shark.
Were Poppet to take on the role of Sarah Lund I’d like her to have this coat play the part of the jumper. Sadly, as usual, I have expensive taste, and Poppet won’t be getting her outfit any time soon.
Meanwhile I am rather jonesing for Engrenages/Spiral to start another series. I was sure we were PROMISED a new series, but I want it so much that it’s possible I just wished it were true. However, I have either heard or dreamed that Borgen will be back on soon. (Which is basically The Killing but without murder/Sarah/the jumper.)
I hate the lull in telly over xmas. It leaves me all existential.
Also yesterday, I found this quote on my tumblr, which seems to fit with the Sarah Lund headspace;
“She touched the edge of its voluptuous field, knowing it would be lovely beyond dreams simply to submit to it; that not gravity’s pull, laws of ballistics, feral ravening, promised more delight. She tested it, shivering: I am meant to remember. Each clue that comes is supposed to have its own clarity, its fine chances for permanence. But then she wondered if the gemlike “clues” were only some kind of compensation. To make up for her having lost the direct, epileptic Word, the cry that might abolish the night.”
— Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
Goodbye Sarah. We will miss you. And your jumpers.