Fortitude (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Episode #3.4 - full transcript
You and me are the same.
Billy Pettigrew wasn't eaten by a bear.
He was murdered.
- Shirley.
- No, thank you.
You were feeding her to death.
You are a beautiful little bird.
- So you were protecting me.
- You're the Governor.
And you are the Sheriff.
That's how it works.
What if Dan Anderssen
loves Petra Bergen?
Loves you?
I know you're badly alcoholic.
Don't worry, I can change that.
I heard something.
Vincent?
Oh, you're awake.
- Sore head?
- Yes.
Sore.
My head is sore...
I have some painkillers.
Would you open your mouth a little?
Better?
Where am I?
You're in the hospital.
In an isolation room.
- And who are you?
- Dr Schweitzer.
How...
- How did I get here?
- You don't remember?
No.
Nothing.
The police found you
in a basement in a house.
You were chained up
in a filthy, soiled bed.
You had been drugged with chloroform.
There was stolen,
malfunctioning medical equipment.
- Chloroform?
- You're safe now, Natalie.
Why am I...
- Why am I restrained?
- You have a parasite.
- What?
- Inside you.
I know what it is, this parasite.
While it's inside you,
you are a danger to other people.
You know?
How could you know about it?
Nobody knows about this thing inside me.
Only me and Vincent know.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
I remember your fiancée.
Shirley.
How she loved her food.
- Yes, she did.
- Huh.
A beautiful big Viking of a woman.
Proud and strong and full of life.
She was all of those things.
You must miss her.
I do.
But things change.
I miss Hildur.
It's so funny, you know.
We used to do this very thing,
in this kitchen.
Hildur would rustle up some food
and we'd sit at this table
and get up to speed
on everything that was concerning us
in Fortitude.
- Just like we are doing right now.
- Hmm.
Hildur... was a bad cook.
Was she?
A great governor, poor cook.
And er...
Eric...
did he mind you and Hildur
dining so intimately?
Intimately?
No. No, you're right.
It was intimate.
Yeah.
Do you think...
that this is intimate now?
Hmm.
Tsk.
I'm just fucking with you, Markus.
Ah. Hildur would cook.
And I would make us each
a cocktail.
You know where everything is.
I'd try to surprise her
with something she'd never had before,
an... Old Fashioned...
a... Moscow Mule...
or a Screwdriver.
What's the main ingredient
of an Old Fashioned?
- Whisky.
- Screwdriver?
Vodka and orange juice.
I'm going to have
to step up my game here.
You know, Shirley, er...
Shirley was partial
to a slow comfortable screw.
- Sloe gin and Southern Comfort.
- Mm-hm.
Yes, I wasn't referring to
the alcoholic beverage.
Oh, Markus, you devil.
Mmm.
Hildur Odegard.
Hildur Odegard.
Ahh.
Hmm.
You know...
I was irrevocably altered by the
influence of the parasite inside me.
And have you recovered from this?
Oh, yes.
Well... maybe not "recovered".
I have um... developed.
Might even say "evolved".
- Ha.
- Hmm.
You know, all my life,
I have found myself
in direct moral conflict...
with the values of those around me...
in matters of love, justice,
reward, human worth.
So, as Governor,
how do you feel now?
- I feel liberated.
- Because?
Because I no longer need to kowtow
and conform to petty considerations
imposed by narrow-minded hypocrites
and small-town bigots.
Oh.
Here's to you, "Governor" Husekleppe.
The um... electrician
who killed himself.
Vladek Klimov.
Exactly. He was a shaman.
- So I believe.
- Hm.
He nailed me to a pit prop and
told me some interesting things
while I was hung up there off
my tits, drums and dancing.
Such as?
Shamans...
aspire to a condition of power.
But in order to attain that power
in its most pure and holy form,
the shaman is required to make a...
profound personal transition.
The shaman believed that
the most powerful kind of shaman...
was a female shaman,
and if he wanted to become
that powerful... huh...
he must make that transition.
Someone just put their hand inside me
and squeezed my heart.
Quite firmly.
I can hear a sound like bats hissing.
Hildur Odegard was a powerful governor.
The best governor Fortitude ever had.
Do you aspire to be the best governor,
Markus Husekleppe?
Don't eat this, there's plutonium in it.
Then the shaman's example is
the one that you must embrace.
Molecules are not our friends, Daniel.
- With my assistance, of course.
- I don't know what I'm saying.
- Am I speaking right now?
- Somebody is.
- Huh.
- What is this made of?
Oh, well, this is crushed ice,
tonic water and lime cordial.
Yours is crushed ice, tonic water,
lime cordial and... muscimol.
- Reindeer Juice Punch.
- That's right, sweetie.
Are you gonna kill him?
Don't kill me.
I'm not gonna kill you, Markus.
I'm gonna help him become
the best governor he can possibly be.
What's happening?
Elsa?
That's the... the blonde girl...
Er... Natalie...
She has a parasite inside her.
- Parasite?
- I got her out, Michael.
- Got her out of where?
- The research centre.
- Who infected her?
- Dr Khatri's laboratory.
Khatri died but her work goes on.
Vincent Rattrey...
Vincent?
Michael, I know how to help her.
I know what to do.
Vincent wouldn't do anything
to hurt Natalie.
I have to go into town, find a pharmacy.
There are things I need for her.
If she wakes up,
give her some water to drink.
Don't speak to her.
Hello? Hey!
Vincent?
I know this looks really terrible.
But if you could just...
Face down. On the floor! Now!
- Do it now!
- OK!
- Or I shoot you!
- I know!
I know this looks really awful,
like a...
Please, just let me...
Agh! Jesus...
- Ingrid...
- Dan! Eric!
I'm bringing Vincent Rattrey in.
Attempted... hostage... and murderer...
- Ingrid...
- Shut the fuck up!
- You work here?
- Mm-hm.
With Dr Schweitzer?
I'm er... just kind of an orderly.
I'm not in the...
medical research centre, am I?
I can smell petrol and dust and damp.
There's no Dr Schweitzer, is there?
She...
She wants... something from me.
Something the parasite
is doing inside me.
I have to go.
Wait, where am I? Please don't go.
Please don't leave me.
I know who you are.
Please, your voice. I know you.
Mr Lennox.
You're Ingrid's father.
Michael, why are you doing this?
- Why are you doing this!
- Don't yell. Don't yell.
- Shh.
- Please!
- Please!
- Shh!
Please help! Help!
- Please.
- No!
Help, somebody, please!
Somebody please help me! Please!
Please! Please help!
Help!
I want a lawyer, now.
Straightaway before I answer any
questions or you ask me any questions...
- You don't get a lawyer.
- Fuck off.
Norwegian law.
Kidnap victim in mortal jeopardy.
- No lawyer required.
- Life at stake.
I haven't kidnapped anybody.
- So where's Natalie Yelburton?
- I want a lawyer.
Forget about it.
Where's Natalie, Vincent?
She left and she went home to England.
So who escaped out of the basement
leaving the empty handcuffs?
No one escaped.
That was... That was our...
consensual bondage love-making.
Two consenting adults
in a sexual relationship...
involving sadomasochistic restraint...
domination, subservience,
a bit of... biting, nibbling.
How did you get your nose broken?
Er... in an incident
with a Russian trawlerman.
We looked at that, that's bullshit.
- Didn't happen.
- Bullshit and nonsense.
- Natalie hit you.
- When she escaped.
From her consensual bondage.
No.
Do you understand, Vincent,
we're now looking for a body?
But we don't need a body
to charge you with murder.
We can charge you without the body.
There isn't one. No one was murdered.
Cut this shit out now, Dan,
he's not a fucking murderer.
- No?
- How stupid are you all?
Petra?
I checked the passenger manifest
for the last week.
Natalie Yelburton's name's not on them.
Her passport isn't
in the emigration system either.
She never left Fortitude.
Get over to Vincent's house...
and help Ingrid out.
Look. Look, listen to me, please.
She... She was in the basement.
And now she's got out.
I don't know how because she's blind.
She can't have got anywhere on her own
so somebody must have taken her.
You have to find her
because she's not well.
- Ask him about the parasite.
- Did you drug her?
No, I didn't.
Who... Who's she?
Who the fuck is that?
Hey!
- Get out of here.
- Sit down.
I'm in the middle of a fuckin'
murder interview, so y...
Just sit down.
Ask him about the parasite.
Dan.
Why was she restrained in the basement?
Maybe she's infected.
Infected?
What if Natalie is
becoming like you now, Dan?
What do you do about that?
I don't know.
Do you find her, help her,
rescue her, Dan?
Hm...
Dan...
Are you OK?
Did Natalie have a parasite inside her?
What?
Did Natalie have...
a parasite...
inside her?
Wh... What's that for?
DCI Ingeborg Myklebust.
Deceased.
She was the Oslo divisional small-arms
champion the last three years.
Then she broke her wrist making
an arrest in a bar in Holmenkollen.
Compound fracture.
Couldn't even hold the gun.
She trained herself to shoot
with her left hand. Nine months.
On the range every evening. Look.
That's from Myklebust's dead body.
It was in the evidence room
at the mortuary.
Powder burns.
This glove is from a right hand.
Yes.
Her broken wrist.
Yes.
And what's your connection
to DCI Myklebust?
We spoke most evenings.
She kept me up-to-date
with this investigation.
I'm a forensic pathologist.
You were the only one here
she trusted, Eric.
The murders of Governor Erling Munk,
Elena Ledesma, Vladek Klimov
were all the responsibility
of your sheriff.
That wasn't a shoot-out.
It was a triple execution
at Lars's cabin.
Last night Ingeborg's body
was taken from the mortuary.
I think it was Dan Anderssen
who took her.
Why would he take her body?
I think...
I think he is completely mad.
Why are you in the dark?
I've identified semen staining
all over this sofa.
That's completely irrelevant
to the investigation.
It is not irrelevant
to the investigation.
It is completely relevant
to the investigation.
No, it's not.
How the fuck do you...?
Oh.
Maybe we should move on
into the kitchen.
Yeah.
He told me the blood in the kitchen
was all reindeer.
And then we made love
and all the time Natalie
was still in the basement.
What do you want?
- Hey, kiddo.
- Dad, what is it?
I just wondered where you were.
There's stuff we need to talk about.
We've just arrested Vincent Rattrey.
Arrested?
What did he do?
Natalie's gone missing.
I have to go now.
No, that's OK,
I'll see you back at the house.
Yeah.
Bye.
Mulvihill said you can't get drunk.
I can't.
Yeah.
I used to be like that.
Now you don't have to drink any more.
- No?
- No.
You have me.
Time is running away from me
faster and faster.
I'm running with ya.
Markus.
Time you and me had this
thing out once and for all!
Holy fuck.
He's not in his office.
He's not answering his cellphone.
There's fresh blood
on the blade of this knife.
Oh, shit.
The young man's a murder suspect?
Dan shouldn't have
taken him out of custody.
- Is that him?
- It's the Governor.
Governor Husekleppe?
Who is this?
Ralfi?
Wad up a towel
and hold it tight against the wound,
as much pressure as you can.
Come on!
Gentlemen.
Can we buy our sheriff a drink?
We're drinking to the memory
of Lars Ulvinaune.
A great snow-plough driver
and the nicest man in Fortitude.
Hm.
Before he became a murdering killer,
obviously.
Hmph.
Lars didn't murder anybody.
I throttled Lars
and then I shot him through the throat.
There you go.
To Lars Ulvinaune.
The nicest man in Fortitude.
- To Lars Ulvinaune!
- Lars.
- The woman I spoke to yesterday.
- Elsa.
Hmm. Where does she live?
- How is he?
- He's alive.
- He said anything?
- Nothing intelligible.
He wants to speak.
- He needs oxygen.
- No, no. Dan!
I found him. I placed a bag of
frozen petit pois on top of it
in case they wanted
to sew it all back on.
There's no food!
Nothing to eat.
There's never anything.
Who are you?
Your dad didn't tell me
you were a police officer.
What?
I wouldn't have guessed.
Hey!
Hey, you!
Hey. Hey, kiddo.
Dad? Who the fuck is that?
Er... her name is Elsa.
And I am helping her out
with some stuff.
Why was she upstairs with you?
Come on, Ingrid...
Oh...
- Were you having sex with her?
- Ingrid.
- In our house?
- Ingrid.
Upstairs?
- In my mum's bed?
- Come on, honey.
Were you with that woman
in my mum's bed?
She is in trouble and I am just trying
to help her out, that's all.
Mum was in trouble.
- She was in...
- Yes, I know.
so much trouble.
- Shrinking... and shrivelling...
- Yes.
- every day.
- Yes.
- Getting smaller and weaker...
- Yes.
and less and less of her
being in the room with us.
Yes.
Hey, honey, I know.
And I couldn't do anything.
- None of us.
- I know.
I know.
And you didn't do anything!
I know, kiddo.
Don't call me that!
You are not my father!
Ingrid. Ingrid...
I want you to leave!
Get out!
No... No...
No...
Dad!
Dr Khatri described
what's happening to me...
as "scorbutic liquefaction".
Wow.
What the hell is that?
When the body's connective materials
begin to fail at a cellular level.
The scorbutic liquefaction
will involve profound lethargy,
internal and external bleeding...
followed by the rapid disintegration
of different tissue layers and organs.
All this accompanied by the
collapse of cognitive faculties...
as the brain turns to mush.
Jesus, Elsa, is there something
we can do about this?
The procedures I've employed so far will
become less and less effective and...
I'll require more donors.
Donors.
Like Mulvihill?
Yes.
The blind girl.
- Natalie.
- Mm-hm.
A transfusion from someone who
already hosts the parasite
might be definitive.
You mean a cure?
Yes.
Yes, a cure.
I see.
Hey, Dan!
It's Eric.
You in there?
Dan?
Show yourself!
He's not here.
You let this happen.
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You were here.
You know this man.
Jesus!
- That smell. Jesus!
- Bodies.
You hear that?
Euch!
Jesus.
Now!
- I'll get the ambulance.
- It's OK.
I need an ambulance. The Sheriff's
house. I don't know the address.
Who are you?
- I'm from Oslo.
- Oslo?
Yes. I'm with her.
Detective Chief Inspector
Ingeborg Myklebust.
- Dan Anderssen murdered her.
- You are breaking and entering.
What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna shoot me, Petra?
Petra!
Get in here!
Help me with him! His heart's stopped.
When I say, pinch his nose
and blow into his lungs...
Natalie?
Natalie Yelburton?
Natalie?
Hey, Natalie!
Where is she?
Well, I'd probably look in the garage.
You know my heart's stopped?
Mm-hm. They're trying to re-start it
right now, in the ambulance.
Good.
But my brain's been starved of oxygen
for 15 minutes.
So I might be...
Vincent, I don't have time
to listen to your whining.
Natalie?
I might be intellectually compromised.
Natalie.
It's OK, it's OK.
Shh, it's OK, it's OK.
Oh! Oh, God!
Thank you. Please...
- Please get this stuff off me!
- It's OK, it's OK.
- Please?
- Keep still. You're safe now.
Please take my bandages off.
Hey.
- Sheriff?
- I found you.
You found me.
Oh, God... I can't...
I can't believe...
Dan...
I can see.
I can see.
Oh!
I never believed that this madness
could possibly...
Hey.
Where are we?
- We're at the airport.
- No.
What? Michael... Michael...
Michael?
No...
Hello.
Ingrid.
Hi.
The girl you're looking for.
- Natalie Yelburton...
- I can't wait a lot longer, Michael.
She's at the rental house on the fjord.
No.
Dad, where are you?
Never mind that.
Ingrid...
I can't stay here any longer.
I can't live like this.
I'm no good here any more.
I love you, kiddo.
Bye-bye, baby.
Bye. Bye.
I love you.
I love you too.
Michael.
Michael, listen to me. Listen to me.
We need to go back to the house
cos I don't have much longer.
- I'm not gonna let you die alone.
- My strength is...
We need to get the girl, honey.
There's a hospice. It's in Bergen.
I'll take you there.
I'll stay with you until the end, Elsa.
No, Michael...
- I'll stay with you.
- No...
Until it's over.
I can...
Ingrid, Petra, you check the house.
Get off him!
No!
Call an ambulance!
Is he going to make it?
Eric, there's so much blood loss,
so much damage...
Teeny lights.
At the back of your eyes.
In outer space.
All your teeny little lights
going out now, Dan.
My sheriff.
One, by one, by one.
Hildur?
I've been waiting for this, you fucker.
I've been waiting for you.
Yagh!
Come on!
Thing is, Sheriff.
Thing you probably fucking knew...
Argh!
Argh!
When you're eaten alive
by one of these monsters...
Agh!
...it's like it never fucking stops.
It takes longer than all the fucking
life you lived before it started!
The shamans tell us...
you can't cross over into the
land of the dead on your own.
Someone who loves you
has to come and get you.
Lead you from the land of the living.
Your mother. Your lover.
Your oldest, dearest friend.
But there's only you.
There's no one, Dan.
Henry.
Henry!
Henry!
Agh!
Is everything all right?
Everything's fine. Thanks.
Elsa?
All good.
Billy Pettigrew wasn't eaten by a bear.
He was murdered.
- Shirley.
- No, thank you.
You were feeding her to death.
You are a beautiful little bird.
- So you were protecting me.
- You're the Governor.
And you are the Sheriff.
That's how it works.
What if Dan Anderssen
loves Petra Bergen?
Loves you?
I know you're badly alcoholic.
Don't worry, I can change that.
I heard something.
Vincent?
Oh, you're awake.
- Sore head?
- Yes.
Sore.
My head is sore...
I have some painkillers.
Would you open your mouth a little?
Better?
Where am I?
You're in the hospital.
In an isolation room.
- And who are you?
- Dr Schweitzer.
How...
- How did I get here?
- You don't remember?
No.
Nothing.
The police found you
in a basement in a house.
You were chained up
in a filthy, soiled bed.
You had been drugged with chloroform.
There was stolen,
malfunctioning medical equipment.
- Chloroform?
- You're safe now, Natalie.
Why am I...
- Why am I restrained?
- You have a parasite.
- What?
- Inside you.
I know what it is, this parasite.
While it's inside you,
you are a danger to other people.
You know?
How could you know about it?
Nobody knows about this thing inside me.
Only me and Vincent know.
Who the fuck are you?
Who the fuck are you?
I remember your fiancée.
Shirley.
How she loved her food.
- Yes, she did.
- Huh.
A beautiful big Viking of a woman.
Proud and strong and full of life.
She was all of those things.
You must miss her.
I do.
But things change.
I miss Hildur.
It's so funny, you know.
We used to do this very thing,
in this kitchen.
Hildur would rustle up some food
and we'd sit at this table
and get up to speed
on everything that was concerning us
in Fortitude.
- Just like we are doing right now.
- Hmm.
Hildur... was a bad cook.
Was she?
A great governor, poor cook.
And er...
Eric...
did he mind you and Hildur
dining so intimately?
Intimately?
No. No, you're right.
It was intimate.
Yeah.
Do you think...
that this is intimate now?
Hmm.
Tsk.
I'm just fucking with you, Markus.
Ah. Hildur would cook.
And I would make us each
a cocktail.
You know where everything is.
I'd try to surprise her
with something she'd never had before,
an... Old Fashioned...
a... Moscow Mule...
or a Screwdriver.
What's the main ingredient
of an Old Fashioned?
- Whisky.
- Screwdriver?
Vodka and orange juice.
I'm going to have
to step up my game here.
You know, Shirley, er...
Shirley was partial
to a slow comfortable screw.
- Sloe gin and Southern Comfort.
- Mm-hm.
Yes, I wasn't referring to
the alcoholic beverage.
Oh, Markus, you devil.
Mmm.
Hildur Odegard.
Hildur Odegard.
Ahh.
Hmm.
You know...
I was irrevocably altered by the
influence of the parasite inside me.
And have you recovered from this?
Oh, yes.
Well... maybe not "recovered".
I have um... developed.
Might even say "evolved".
- Ha.
- Hmm.
You know, all my life,
I have found myself
in direct moral conflict...
with the values of those around me...
in matters of love, justice,
reward, human worth.
So, as Governor,
how do you feel now?
- I feel liberated.
- Because?
Because I no longer need to kowtow
and conform to petty considerations
imposed by narrow-minded hypocrites
and small-town bigots.
Oh.
Here's to you, "Governor" Husekleppe.
The um... electrician
who killed himself.
Vladek Klimov.
Exactly. He was a shaman.
- So I believe.
- Hm.
He nailed me to a pit prop and
told me some interesting things
while I was hung up there off
my tits, drums and dancing.
Such as?
Shamans...
aspire to a condition of power.
But in order to attain that power
in its most pure and holy form,
the shaman is required to make a...
profound personal transition.
The shaman believed that
the most powerful kind of shaman...
was a female shaman,
and if he wanted to become
that powerful... huh...
he must make that transition.
Someone just put their hand inside me
and squeezed my heart.
Quite firmly.
I can hear a sound like bats hissing.
Hildur Odegard was a powerful governor.
The best governor Fortitude ever had.
Do you aspire to be the best governor,
Markus Husekleppe?
Don't eat this, there's plutonium in it.
Then the shaman's example is
the one that you must embrace.
Molecules are not our friends, Daniel.
- With my assistance, of course.
- I don't know what I'm saying.
- Am I speaking right now?
- Somebody is.
- Huh.
- What is this made of?
Oh, well, this is crushed ice,
tonic water and lime cordial.
Yours is crushed ice, tonic water,
lime cordial and... muscimol.
- Reindeer Juice Punch.
- That's right, sweetie.
Are you gonna kill him?
Don't kill me.
I'm not gonna kill you, Markus.
I'm gonna help him become
the best governor he can possibly be.
What's happening?
Elsa?
That's the... the blonde girl...
Er... Natalie...
She has a parasite inside her.
- Parasite?
- I got her out, Michael.
- Got her out of where?
- The research centre.
- Who infected her?
- Dr Khatri's laboratory.
Khatri died but her work goes on.
Vincent Rattrey...
Vincent?
Michael, I know how to help her.
I know what to do.
Vincent wouldn't do anything
to hurt Natalie.
I have to go into town, find a pharmacy.
There are things I need for her.
If she wakes up,
give her some water to drink.
Don't speak to her.
Hello? Hey!
Vincent?
I know this looks really terrible.
But if you could just...
Face down. On the floor! Now!
- Do it now!
- OK!
- Or I shoot you!
- I know!
I know this looks really awful,
like a...
Please, just let me...
Agh! Jesus...
- Ingrid...
- Dan! Eric!
I'm bringing Vincent Rattrey in.
Attempted... hostage... and murderer...
- Ingrid...
- Shut the fuck up!
- You work here?
- Mm-hm.
With Dr Schweitzer?
I'm er... just kind of an orderly.
I'm not in the...
medical research centre, am I?
I can smell petrol and dust and damp.
There's no Dr Schweitzer, is there?
She...
She wants... something from me.
Something the parasite
is doing inside me.
I have to go.
Wait, where am I? Please don't go.
Please don't leave me.
I know who you are.
Please, your voice. I know you.
Mr Lennox.
You're Ingrid's father.
Michael, why are you doing this?
- Why are you doing this!
- Don't yell. Don't yell.
- Shh.
- Please!
- Please!
- Shh!
Please help! Help!
- Please.
- No!
Help, somebody, please!
Somebody please help me! Please!
Please! Please help!
Help!
I want a lawyer, now.
Straightaway before I answer any
questions or you ask me any questions...
- You don't get a lawyer.
- Fuck off.
Norwegian law.
Kidnap victim in mortal jeopardy.
- No lawyer required.
- Life at stake.
I haven't kidnapped anybody.
- So where's Natalie Yelburton?
- I want a lawyer.
Forget about it.
Where's Natalie, Vincent?
She left and she went home to England.
So who escaped out of the basement
leaving the empty handcuffs?
No one escaped.
That was... That was our...
consensual bondage love-making.
Two consenting adults
in a sexual relationship...
involving sadomasochistic restraint...
domination, subservience,
a bit of... biting, nibbling.
How did you get your nose broken?
Er... in an incident
with a Russian trawlerman.
We looked at that, that's bullshit.
- Didn't happen.
- Bullshit and nonsense.
- Natalie hit you.
- When she escaped.
From her consensual bondage.
No.
Do you understand, Vincent,
we're now looking for a body?
But we don't need a body
to charge you with murder.
We can charge you without the body.
There isn't one. No one was murdered.
Cut this shit out now, Dan,
he's not a fucking murderer.
- No?
- How stupid are you all?
Petra?
I checked the passenger manifest
for the last week.
Natalie Yelburton's name's not on them.
Her passport isn't
in the emigration system either.
She never left Fortitude.
Get over to Vincent's house...
and help Ingrid out.
Look. Look, listen to me, please.
She... She was in the basement.
And now she's got out.
I don't know how because she's blind.
She can't have got anywhere on her own
so somebody must have taken her.
You have to find her
because she's not well.
- Ask him about the parasite.
- Did you drug her?
No, I didn't.
Who... Who's she?
Who the fuck is that?
Hey!
- Get out of here.
- Sit down.
I'm in the middle of a fuckin'
murder interview, so y...
Just sit down.
Ask him about the parasite.
Dan.
Why was she restrained in the basement?
Maybe she's infected.
Infected?
What if Natalie is
becoming like you now, Dan?
What do you do about that?
I don't know.
Do you find her, help her,
rescue her, Dan?
Hm...
Dan...
Are you OK?
Did Natalie have a parasite inside her?
What?
Did Natalie have...
a parasite...
inside her?
Wh... What's that for?
DCI Ingeborg Myklebust.
Deceased.
She was the Oslo divisional small-arms
champion the last three years.
Then she broke her wrist making
an arrest in a bar in Holmenkollen.
Compound fracture.
Couldn't even hold the gun.
She trained herself to shoot
with her left hand. Nine months.
On the range every evening. Look.
That's from Myklebust's dead body.
It was in the evidence room
at the mortuary.
Powder burns.
This glove is from a right hand.
Yes.
Her broken wrist.
Yes.
And what's your connection
to DCI Myklebust?
We spoke most evenings.
She kept me up-to-date
with this investigation.
I'm a forensic pathologist.
You were the only one here
she trusted, Eric.
The murders of Governor Erling Munk,
Elena Ledesma, Vladek Klimov
were all the responsibility
of your sheriff.
That wasn't a shoot-out.
It was a triple execution
at Lars's cabin.
Last night Ingeborg's body
was taken from the mortuary.
I think it was Dan Anderssen
who took her.
Why would he take her body?
I think...
I think he is completely mad.
Why are you in the dark?
I've identified semen staining
all over this sofa.
That's completely irrelevant
to the investigation.
It is not irrelevant
to the investigation.
It is completely relevant
to the investigation.
No, it's not.
How the fuck do you...?
Oh.
Maybe we should move on
into the kitchen.
Yeah.
He told me the blood in the kitchen
was all reindeer.
And then we made love
and all the time Natalie
was still in the basement.
What do you want?
- Hey, kiddo.
- Dad, what is it?
I just wondered where you were.
There's stuff we need to talk about.
We've just arrested Vincent Rattrey.
Arrested?
What did he do?
Natalie's gone missing.
I have to go now.
No, that's OK,
I'll see you back at the house.
Yeah.
Bye.
Mulvihill said you can't get drunk.
I can't.
Yeah.
I used to be like that.
Now you don't have to drink any more.
- No?
- No.
You have me.
Time is running away from me
faster and faster.
I'm running with ya.
Markus.
Time you and me had this
thing out once and for all!
Holy fuck.
He's not in his office.
He's not answering his cellphone.
There's fresh blood
on the blade of this knife.
Oh, shit.
The young man's a murder suspect?
Dan shouldn't have
taken him out of custody.
- Is that him?
- It's the Governor.
Governor Husekleppe?
Who is this?
Ralfi?
Wad up a towel
and hold it tight against the wound,
as much pressure as you can.
Come on!
Gentlemen.
Can we buy our sheriff a drink?
We're drinking to the memory
of Lars Ulvinaune.
A great snow-plough driver
and the nicest man in Fortitude.
Hm.
Before he became a murdering killer,
obviously.
Hmph.
Lars didn't murder anybody.
I throttled Lars
and then I shot him through the throat.
There you go.
To Lars Ulvinaune.
The nicest man in Fortitude.
- To Lars Ulvinaune!
- Lars.
- The woman I spoke to yesterday.
- Elsa.
Hmm. Where does she live?
- How is he?
- He's alive.
- He said anything?
- Nothing intelligible.
He wants to speak.
- He needs oxygen.
- No, no. Dan!
I found him. I placed a bag of
frozen petit pois on top of it
in case they wanted
to sew it all back on.
There's no food!
Nothing to eat.
There's never anything.
Who are you?
Your dad didn't tell me
you were a police officer.
What?
I wouldn't have guessed.
Hey!
Hey, you!
Hey. Hey, kiddo.
Dad? Who the fuck is that?
Er... her name is Elsa.
And I am helping her out
with some stuff.
Why was she upstairs with you?
Come on, Ingrid...
Oh...
- Were you having sex with her?
- Ingrid.
- In our house?
- Ingrid.
Upstairs?
- In my mum's bed?
- Come on, honey.
Were you with that woman
in my mum's bed?
She is in trouble and I am just trying
to help her out, that's all.
Mum was in trouble.
- She was in...
- Yes, I know.
so much trouble.
- Shrinking... and shrivelling...
- Yes.
- every day.
- Yes.
- Getting smaller and weaker...
- Yes.
and less and less of her
being in the room with us.
Yes.
Hey, honey, I know.
And I couldn't do anything.
- None of us.
- I know.
I know.
And you didn't do anything!
I know, kiddo.
Don't call me that!
You are not my father!
Ingrid. Ingrid...
I want you to leave!
Get out!
No... No...
No...
Dad!
Dr Khatri described
what's happening to me...
as "scorbutic liquefaction".
Wow.
What the hell is that?
When the body's connective materials
begin to fail at a cellular level.
The scorbutic liquefaction
will involve profound lethargy,
internal and external bleeding...
followed by the rapid disintegration
of different tissue layers and organs.
All this accompanied by the
collapse of cognitive faculties...
as the brain turns to mush.
Jesus, Elsa, is there something
we can do about this?
The procedures I've employed so far will
become less and less effective and...
I'll require more donors.
Donors.
Like Mulvihill?
Yes.
The blind girl.
- Natalie.
- Mm-hm.
A transfusion from someone who
already hosts the parasite
might be definitive.
You mean a cure?
Yes.
Yes, a cure.
I see.
Hey, Dan!
It's Eric.
You in there?
Dan?
Show yourself!
He's not here.
You let this happen.
Sorry. I'm so sorry.
You were here.
You know this man.
Jesus!
- That smell. Jesus!
- Bodies.
You hear that?
Euch!
Jesus.
Now!
- I'll get the ambulance.
- It's OK.
I need an ambulance. The Sheriff's
house. I don't know the address.
Who are you?
- I'm from Oslo.
- Oslo?
Yes. I'm with her.
Detective Chief Inspector
Ingeborg Myklebust.
- Dan Anderssen murdered her.
- You are breaking and entering.
What are you gonna do?
Are you gonna shoot me, Petra?
Petra!
Get in here!
Help me with him! His heart's stopped.
When I say, pinch his nose
and blow into his lungs...
Natalie?
Natalie Yelburton?
Natalie?
Hey, Natalie!
Where is she?
Well, I'd probably look in the garage.
You know my heart's stopped?
Mm-hm. They're trying to re-start it
right now, in the ambulance.
Good.
But my brain's been starved of oxygen
for 15 minutes.
So I might be...
Vincent, I don't have time
to listen to your whining.
Natalie?
I might be intellectually compromised.
Natalie.
It's OK, it's OK.
Shh, it's OK, it's OK.
Oh! Oh, God!
Thank you. Please...
- Please get this stuff off me!
- It's OK, it's OK.
- Please?
- Keep still. You're safe now.
Please take my bandages off.
Hey.
- Sheriff?
- I found you.
You found me.
Oh, God... I can't...
I can't believe...
Dan...
I can see.
I can see.
Oh!
I never believed that this madness
could possibly...
Hey.
Where are we?
- We're at the airport.
- No.
What? Michael... Michael...
Michael?
No...
Hello.
Ingrid.
Hi.
The girl you're looking for.
- Natalie Yelburton...
- I can't wait a lot longer, Michael.
She's at the rental house on the fjord.
No.
Dad, where are you?
Never mind that.
Ingrid...
I can't stay here any longer.
I can't live like this.
I'm no good here any more.
I love you, kiddo.
Bye-bye, baby.
Bye. Bye.
I love you.
I love you too.
Michael.
Michael, listen to me. Listen to me.
We need to go back to the house
cos I don't have much longer.
- I'm not gonna let you die alone.
- My strength is...
We need to get the girl, honey.
There's a hospice. It's in Bergen.
I'll take you there.
I'll stay with you until the end, Elsa.
No, Michael...
- I'll stay with you.
- No...
Until it's over.
I can...
Ingrid, Petra, you check the house.
Get off him!
No!
Call an ambulance!
Is he going to make it?
Eric, there's so much blood loss,
so much damage...
Teeny lights.
At the back of your eyes.
In outer space.
All your teeny little lights
going out now, Dan.
My sheriff.
One, by one, by one.
Hildur?
I've been waiting for this, you fucker.
I've been waiting for you.
Yagh!
Come on!
Thing is, Sheriff.
Thing you probably fucking knew...
Argh!
Argh!
When you're eaten alive
by one of these monsters...
Agh!
...it's like it never fucking stops.
It takes longer than all the fucking
life you lived before it started!
The shamans tell us...
you can't cross over into the
land of the dead on your own.
Someone who loves you
has to come and get you.
Lead you from the land of the living.
Your mother. Your lover.
Your oldest, dearest friend.
But there's only you.
There's no one, Dan.
Henry.
Henry!
Henry!
Agh!
Is everything all right?
Everything's fine. Thanks.
Elsa?
All good.