R.I.P. Henry (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 7 - Trolltunga - full transcript
Henry gets help from local youths to get in touch with the town's drug dealer. He's at an all-time low and needs something to help with the tremors. Agnes tricks Henry into going on a hike in exchange for the answer to the "Samuelsen Enigma." While on Trolltunga, he tells Agnes that he's ill. Back in Odda, Henry shows her the homemade lab in Ola's basement. But where is Ola?
Susanne!
Hi, Susanne.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Weed.
Where do you buy it?
Susanne?
Do you know him?
Yeah. He works at the hospital
with my mum. He's a doctor.
Marijuana?
We're not into that.
-What did you say?
-We're not into that.
That's good.
That's good.
But the people who are into it?
Where do they buy it?
I need some help, Susanne.
Can't you show me where to buy it?
I can get you some good booze.
Some moonshine that you can drink.
Should we take him to Skakkjen?
I'll get you a can of good booze.
Huh?
All right. Get in the back.
Hey...
You should be nicer to your mum.
-What?
-Yeah.
-I should be nicer to my mum?
-Yeah, I think so.
Think about everything
she does for you.
All the sacrifices she makes,
for her work and for you.
You're one to talk.
It's you who should appreciate
the work she's doing.
She works her arse off to save
the hospital, and you don't do shit.
You just don't give a fuck.
You can just shut up.
Okay. So...
If Leidar has
a hereditary disease,
no one in his family can confirm it.
Hey... we know that all of these
people come from around Hardanger.
Dimmelsvik and so on.
But look at this rascal.
Do you know what his name is?
Ayaz Iversen Valaas.
I think he looks Mediterranean.
If he's not from Norway,
but from another country,
there are some genetic diseases
we can't rule out.
-That's damn good.
-Okay.
Okay, then.
Go ahead and check it out,
but we know that it's Munchausen.
Either by proxy or not.
But it won't hurt to check it out.
Hi.
Are you Skakkjen?
My mum calls me Bjørn Tore.
The kids say you're selling.
Can't you get hold
of medicines on your own?
Hey there.
How much do you want?
How much is normal?
Two for 500, five for 1,000.
-Five hundred is good.
-Right.
You're a goddamn carpenter.
Seven years ago...
I snowboarded down the mountain,
and there was a tree in the way.
I broke my back in three places.
It made my back crooked.
I've had a lot of pains since then.
But if you hadn't been on duty
that day, I'd be paralysed.
Is that why they call you Skakkjen?
That's not the only reason.
-How much is he buying?
-Two.
-You don't remember, do you?
-I don't remember all my patients.
This is all I wanted.
I expect I'm not being swindled.
Swindled?
It's the best in Western Norway.
Since it's you...
I want to give you something extra.
A few drops of this under
your tongue. It's homemade.
It'll sort out your trembling.
"Do no harm.
Cure sometimes,
treat often, comfort..."
"Comfort always."
That was well said.
Where did you hear that?
I read it in a women's magazine.
Hey... It'll be fine.
Oh, dear.
I'll help you.
Oh, dear. That doesn't look good.
Leidar is in the hospital,
two weeks before the usual time.
No way!
That has never happened before.
-It's breaking news.
-Yeah.
I'll admit him without penicillin
and observe him.
-Okay. This is damn exciting.
-Really exciting.
-Keep me posted.
-Yeah.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Drive safe.
-Hi, Leidar.
-Hi.
-Did you get an outbreak again?
-Yes. It's not good.
And it's strange,
because it's only been four weeks.
We had to break off our holiday.
We were on a Mediterranean cruise.
The ship was really amazing.
It was so big that it had
a slide into the swimming pool.
-You didn't get to try it, Leidar.
-No. You didn't either.
That sure would be something.
What a sight that would be!
-Okay. So you relaxed and sunbathed?
-Yeah, that's what we did.
And suddenly, I got a high fever
in the middle of the Mediterranean.
I had to call the reception,
and they called the ship's doctor.
What a hassle.
-High fever in the Mediterranean?
-In the middle of the Mediterranean.
-Excuse me. Just give me a moment.
-What a hassle.
There she went.
THE MEDITERRANEAN
Where's the rest of your booze?
Go to the liquor store.
You can afford it.
I hate other people.
The two of us are becoming
more and more alike.
The two of us
have nothing in common.
But there's one big difference.
You're a huge egotist.
I fought for the smelting plant
together with my fellow workers.
The hospital doesn't need me,
and I don't need it.
Exactly.
Here you go. Drink yourself
to death. You deserve it.
You didn't even give me a funeral.
-We can try that one.
-Yeah.
-Goddamn it! There's no one home!
-You're here, though.
Would you like to buy toilet paper
to support
the school's marching band?
No.
Do you know
what our mum says about you?
She says you spew so much bullshit
that you could use
all our toilet paper
just to wipe your mouth.
-Come on, Leo.
-Get lost.
-We can mow your lawn for 200 NOK.
-No, I don't want that.
We can recycle your bottles.
-Here. Take this with you.
-Come on. He's crazy.
Hi. I've solved
the Samuelsen Riddle.
No, you haven't. How?
Google. And it's not Munchausen.
100,000 right in my pocket.
-So what was it?
-See you for dinner.
-Goddamn.
-Loser!
Hi, this is Henry Johnsen.
I can't answer the phone...
-Hi.
-Hello again.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Leidar, do you know where this guy,
your great-great-grandfather
on your father's side, was from?
Most of my family
is from around the fjord.
-This one.
-That one...
-I think he had some Turkish genes.
-Turkish?
-You've never told me that.
-The family didn't talk about it.
-I know what's wrong with you.
-Oh?
Hello!
Henry?
What's up?
Are you selling toilet paper?
I'm afraid not.
But I've solved
the Samuelsen Riddle.
Have you?
You've had some holiday,
here at home.
-Do you need help?
-No!
I don't really want
any visitors right now.
So you don't want to hear
the answer to the Samuelsen Riddle?
Are you okay?
So she's the one.
-No.
-No? You're not okay?
-Have you told her the truth?
-Of course not.
No? That's self-awareness.
-Can you leave?
-No, I can't.
You're not thinking straight.
Are you going to screw her?
No, we're not going to screw.
No, there's no chance of that.
Or fuck her?
Will you fuck her pussy?
Don't say "pussy".
You know what I think?
I think you need some fresh air.
-Fresh air.
-Can you leave?
No, not unless you come with me.
Come on.
Fresh air. That's what you need.
Come on.
What?
Come on.
Come on.
I've been thinking about something.
Come on.
You know what?
We're climbing a mountain.
I've never been to Trolltunga,
and you'll be my guide.
-I'm going to die.
-What?
I'll...
-I'll die.
-No.
No, you won't. You'll get tired,
but we'll go slow,
and at the top, I'll tell you about
Samuelsen's diagnosis. Okay?
Right.
I'll go alone, then.
-You can't go now.
-Yes.
-No. It's a six-hour hike.
-That's all right.
-And down?
-You always get back down.
Okay.
Then...
-I'll join you.
-Cool!
Tomorrow.
Okay.
-Why do I have to take Leo with me?
-I've already told you.
I have late shifts today
and tomorrow,
and no one can babysit Leo.
-That's the way it has to be.
-It's my band trip.
I know,
but there's no other solution.
I was going to stay up
all night playing cards,
and now I have to babysit instead?
And why is he wearing that sweater?
He's not in the band.
Please.
Hey...
So you didn't want me to come?
Sure. It's fine, but...
-Can you carry this for me?
-Yeah.
-Bye, Mummy.
-Bye! Have fun, you two! Bye!
Oh, jeez. What do you have in here?
-Okay?
-Yeah.
Are you ready?
Yeah.
-Giving up?
-No.
I thought you were a mountain ape.
-A what?
-A mountain ape.
It's just quite a distance from
my living-room floor and up here.
-It's nice, though.
-Yeah, it's okay.
-It's okay?
-I thought you hated Odda.
This is the mountains.
This isn't Odda.
Come on.
Yeah.
Goddamn.
Fuck.
That's crazy.
Do you want to go out there?
Can't we just stay here?
-Are you scared of heights?
-No.
I'm just not an idiot.
I am.
Well?
Let's hear it. The Samuelsen Riddle.
-Oh, come on.
-Okay.
Leidar actually helped me out
when he came home from his holiday
in the Mediterranean with a fever.
Mediterranean fever?
-Is that a real disease?
-Yes, it is.
But it's quite uncommon.
There are barely any cases in Norway
or in Scandinavia, but I think
your great-great-grandfather
brought the disease into the family.
It has been dormant
for generations until you got it.
Could...
Could Leidar die from it?
No. There are good treatments.
You're going
to be completely cured.
Oh my God! That's amazing, Leidar!
If you hadn't mentioned your fever,
I wouldn't have figured it out.
-Leidar!
-Wow!
-He has basically cured himself.
-Oh, damn!
The solution
was right in front of us.
Yeah.
But we would have cracked it earlier
if we had focused less
on his symptoms
and more on his life.
Sure.
It's a rare disease, though.
But okay. Congrats.
-Oh, wow. We're celebrating?
-Yes, of course.
-Congrats.
-Congrats.
What will you spend the money on?
Furniture, maybe.
Aren't you moving on?
Six months at a time?
It's not so boring here.
Do you miss her?
-I'll go and pitch the tent.
-Okay.
Wasn't this a great idea?
Is something wrong?
Sorry.
No, that's all right.
You just took me by surprise.
I'm sick.
What do you mean?
I have a fully-developed
stage four glioblastoma.
I have one year left to live,
at most.
And nobody knows.
-Fuck.
-I set up a lab in Ola's basement.
Ola's basement?
I've done a biopsy
on myself. I have...
drilled to... relieve the pressure.
Nothing works.
I might as well jump off
the mountain and be done with it.
Before I get worse.
No, you won't.
I'm sorry.
For what?
For not seeing it.
I did everything I could...
to hide it from you.
Henry?
Hi.
Hi.
-Have you made coffee?
-No.
No?
-Weren't you supposed to make it?
-No. You can do it.
Would you like some? Okay.
-Okay?
-Okay.
-Thanks for the trip.
-You're welcome.
You're good, Agnes.
You're a good person.
I'm glad I got to meet you.
See you.
Hi, you've reached Henry Johnsen.
Please leave a message.
Hi, you've reached Henry Johnsen.
Please leave a message.
Henry!
Henry?
Henry!
Henry!
Ola Nilsen?
Henry!
The basement window
on the other side is open.
-What?
-The basement window
on the other side is open.
Okay. Thanks.
He has a moonshine still
that needs ventilation.
Henry!
Fuck.
Didn't you hear me?
I've been knocking and calling.
What the fuck are you doing?
Yeah.
-I'm sorry.
-What?
I'm only going
to get worse and worse.
Crazier and crazier.
Yeah.
Yeah.
But you won't die today.
Okay?
Is this the lab?
Yeah.
Wow. Goddamn.
What's this?
That's the cancer.
I've tried everything.
Every kind of alternative
and progressive medicine.
Nothing works on the cancer.
There's no change.
It's hopeless.
-That's not like you.
-No.
But it's not up to me.
It's over.
Finished.
Something has
definitely happened here.
-It's not enough.
-I mean it. Come and see.
This one has a lot of cancer cells,
but this one has fewer. What is it?
A modified polio virus.
Don't you agree?
Yeah, there's definitely a change.
How would you treat it with this?
By injecting it
straight into the tumour.
Okay.
Then that's what we'll do.
What? What's the worst
that could happen?
That you die?
Close your eyes.
Trust me.
What's it like for Ola Nilsen
to have a mad scientist around?
Can you keep a secret?
-Can you?
-Yeah.
Ola is here.
Here in the basement.
Hi, Susanne.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Weed.
Where do you buy it?
Susanne?
Do you know him?
Yeah. He works at the hospital
with my mum. He's a doctor.
Marijuana?
We're not into that.
-What did you say?
-We're not into that.
That's good.
That's good.
But the people who are into it?
Where do they buy it?
I need some help, Susanne.
Can't you show me where to buy it?
I can get you some good booze.
Some moonshine that you can drink.
Should we take him to Skakkjen?
I'll get you a can of good booze.
Huh?
All right. Get in the back.
Hey...
You should be nicer to your mum.
-What?
-Yeah.
-I should be nicer to my mum?
-Yeah, I think so.
Think about everything
she does for you.
All the sacrifices she makes,
for her work and for you.
You're one to talk.
It's you who should appreciate
the work she's doing.
She works her arse off to save
the hospital, and you don't do shit.
You just don't give a fuck.
You can just shut up.
Okay. So...
If Leidar has
a hereditary disease,
no one in his family can confirm it.
Hey... we know that all of these
people come from around Hardanger.
Dimmelsvik and so on.
But look at this rascal.
Do you know what his name is?
Ayaz Iversen Valaas.
I think he looks Mediterranean.
If he's not from Norway,
but from another country,
there are some genetic diseases
we can't rule out.
-That's damn good.
-Okay.
Okay, then.
Go ahead and check it out,
but we know that it's Munchausen.
Either by proxy or not.
But it won't hurt to check it out.
Hi.
Are you Skakkjen?
My mum calls me Bjørn Tore.
The kids say you're selling.
Can't you get hold
of medicines on your own?
Hey there.
How much do you want?
How much is normal?
Two for 500, five for 1,000.
-Five hundred is good.
-Right.
You're a goddamn carpenter.
Seven years ago...
I snowboarded down the mountain,
and there was a tree in the way.
I broke my back in three places.
It made my back crooked.
I've had a lot of pains since then.
But if you hadn't been on duty
that day, I'd be paralysed.
Is that why they call you Skakkjen?
That's not the only reason.
-How much is he buying?
-Two.
-You don't remember, do you?
-I don't remember all my patients.
This is all I wanted.
I expect I'm not being swindled.
Swindled?
It's the best in Western Norway.
Since it's you...
I want to give you something extra.
A few drops of this under
your tongue. It's homemade.
It'll sort out your trembling.
"Do no harm.
Cure sometimes,
treat often, comfort..."
"Comfort always."
That was well said.
Where did you hear that?
I read it in a women's magazine.
Hey... It'll be fine.
Oh, dear.
I'll help you.
Oh, dear. That doesn't look good.
Leidar is in the hospital,
two weeks before the usual time.
No way!
That has never happened before.
-It's breaking news.
-Yeah.
I'll admit him without penicillin
and observe him.
-Okay. This is damn exciting.
-Really exciting.
-Keep me posted.
-Yeah.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Drive safe.
-Hi, Leidar.
-Hi.
-Did you get an outbreak again?
-Yes. It's not good.
And it's strange,
because it's only been four weeks.
We had to break off our holiday.
We were on a Mediterranean cruise.
The ship was really amazing.
It was so big that it had
a slide into the swimming pool.
-You didn't get to try it, Leidar.
-No. You didn't either.
That sure would be something.
What a sight that would be!
-Okay. So you relaxed and sunbathed?
-Yeah, that's what we did.
And suddenly, I got a high fever
in the middle of the Mediterranean.
I had to call the reception,
and they called the ship's doctor.
What a hassle.
-High fever in the Mediterranean?
-In the middle of the Mediterranean.
-Excuse me. Just give me a moment.
-What a hassle.
There she went.
THE MEDITERRANEAN
Where's the rest of your booze?
Go to the liquor store.
You can afford it.
I hate other people.
The two of us are becoming
more and more alike.
The two of us
have nothing in common.
But there's one big difference.
You're a huge egotist.
I fought for the smelting plant
together with my fellow workers.
The hospital doesn't need me,
and I don't need it.
Exactly.
Here you go. Drink yourself
to death. You deserve it.
You didn't even give me a funeral.
-We can try that one.
-Yeah.
-Goddamn it! There's no one home!
-You're here, though.
Would you like to buy toilet paper
to support
the school's marching band?
No.
Do you know
what our mum says about you?
She says you spew so much bullshit
that you could use
all our toilet paper
just to wipe your mouth.
-Come on, Leo.
-Get lost.
-We can mow your lawn for 200 NOK.
-No, I don't want that.
We can recycle your bottles.
-Here. Take this with you.
-Come on. He's crazy.
Hi. I've solved
the Samuelsen Riddle.
No, you haven't. How?
Google. And it's not Munchausen.
100,000 right in my pocket.
-So what was it?
-See you for dinner.
-Goddamn.
-Loser!
Hi, this is Henry Johnsen.
I can't answer the phone...
-Hi.
-Hello again.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Leidar, do you know where this guy,
your great-great-grandfather
on your father's side, was from?
Most of my family
is from around the fjord.
-This one.
-That one...
-I think he had some Turkish genes.
-Turkish?
-You've never told me that.
-The family didn't talk about it.
-I know what's wrong with you.
-Oh?
Hello!
Henry?
What's up?
Are you selling toilet paper?
I'm afraid not.
But I've solved
the Samuelsen Riddle.
Have you?
You've had some holiday,
here at home.
-Do you need help?
-No!
I don't really want
any visitors right now.
So you don't want to hear
the answer to the Samuelsen Riddle?
Are you okay?
So she's the one.
-No.
-No? You're not okay?
-Have you told her the truth?
-Of course not.
No? That's self-awareness.
-Can you leave?
-No, I can't.
You're not thinking straight.
Are you going to screw her?
No, we're not going to screw.
No, there's no chance of that.
Or fuck her?
Will you fuck her pussy?
Don't say "pussy".
You know what I think?
I think you need some fresh air.
-Fresh air.
-Can you leave?
No, not unless you come with me.
Come on.
Fresh air. That's what you need.
Come on.
What?
Come on.
Come on.
I've been thinking about something.
Come on.
You know what?
We're climbing a mountain.
I've never been to Trolltunga,
and you'll be my guide.
-I'm going to die.
-What?
I'll...
-I'll die.
-No.
No, you won't. You'll get tired,
but we'll go slow,
and at the top, I'll tell you about
Samuelsen's diagnosis. Okay?
Right.
I'll go alone, then.
-You can't go now.
-Yes.
-No. It's a six-hour hike.
-That's all right.
-And down?
-You always get back down.
Okay.
Then...
-I'll join you.
-Cool!
Tomorrow.
Okay.
-Why do I have to take Leo with me?
-I've already told you.
I have late shifts today
and tomorrow,
and no one can babysit Leo.
-That's the way it has to be.
-It's my band trip.
I know,
but there's no other solution.
I was going to stay up
all night playing cards,
and now I have to babysit instead?
And why is he wearing that sweater?
He's not in the band.
Please.
Hey...
So you didn't want me to come?
Sure. It's fine, but...
-Can you carry this for me?
-Yeah.
-Bye, Mummy.
-Bye! Have fun, you two! Bye!
Oh, jeez. What do you have in here?
-Okay?
-Yeah.
Are you ready?
Yeah.
-Giving up?
-No.
I thought you were a mountain ape.
-A what?
-A mountain ape.
It's just quite a distance from
my living-room floor and up here.
-It's nice, though.
-Yeah, it's okay.
-It's okay?
-I thought you hated Odda.
This is the mountains.
This isn't Odda.
Come on.
Yeah.
Goddamn.
Fuck.
That's crazy.
Do you want to go out there?
Can't we just stay here?
-Are you scared of heights?
-No.
I'm just not an idiot.
I am.
Well?
Let's hear it. The Samuelsen Riddle.
-Oh, come on.
-Okay.
Leidar actually helped me out
when he came home from his holiday
in the Mediterranean with a fever.
Mediterranean fever?
-Is that a real disease?
-Yes, it is.
But it's quite uncommon.
There are barely any cases in Norway
or in Scandinavia, but I think
your great-great-grandfather
brought the disease into the family.
It has been dormant
for generations until you got it.
Could...
Could Leidar die from it?
No. There are good treatments.
You're going
to be completely cured.
Oh my God! That's amazing, Leidar!
If you hadn't mentioned your fever,
I wouldn't have figured it out.
-Leidar!
-Wow!
-He has basically cured himself.
-Oh, damn!
The solution
was right in front of us.
Yeah.
But we would have cracked it earlier
if we had focused less
on his symptoms
and more on his life.
Sure.
It's a rare disease, though.
But okay. Congrats.
-Oh, wow. We're celebrating?
-Yes, of course.
-Congrats.
-Congrats.
What will you spend the money on?
Furniture, maybe.
Aren't you moving on?
Six months at a time?
It's not so boring here.
Do you miss her?
-I'll go and pitch the tent.
-Okay.
Wasn't this a great idea?
Is something wrong?
Sorry.
No, that's all right.
You just took me by surprise.
I'm sick.
What do you mean?
I have a fully-developed
stage four glioblastoma.
I have one year left to live,
at most.
And nobody knows.
-Fuck.
-I set up a lab in Ola's basement.
Ola's basement?
I've done a biopsy
on myself. I have...
drilled to... relieve the pressure.
Nothing works.
I might as well jump off
the mountain and be done with it.
Before I get worse.
No, you won't.
I'm sorry.
For what?
For not seeing it.
I did everything I could...
to hide it from you.
Henry?
Hi.
Hi.
-Have you made coffee?
-No.
No?
-Weren't you supposed to make it?
-No. You can do it.
Would you like some? Okay.
-Okay?
-Okay.
-Thanks for the trip.
-You're welcome.
You're good, Agnes.
You're a good person.
I'm glad I got to meet you.
See you.
Hi, you've reached Henry Johnsen.
Please leave a message.
Hi, you've reached Henry Johnsen.
Please leave a message.
Henry!
Henry?
Henry!
Henry!
Ola Nilsen?
Henry!
The basement window
on the other side is open.
-What?
-The basement window
on the other side is open.
Okay. Thanks.
He has a moonshine still
that needs ventilation.
Henry!
Fuck.
Didn't you hear me?
I've been knocking and calling.
What the fuck are you doing?
Yeah.
-I'm sorry.
-What?
I'm only going
to get worse and worse.
Crazier and crazier.
Yeah.
Yeah.
But you won't die today.
Okay?
Is this the lab?
Yeah.
Wow. Goddamn.
What's this?
That's the cancer.
I've tried everything.
Every kind of alternative
and progressive medicine.
Nothing works on the cancer.
There's no change.
It's hopeless.
-That's not like you.
-No.
But it's not up to me.
It's over.
Finished.
Something has
definitely happened here.
-It's not enough.
-I mean it. Come and see.
This one has a lot of cancer cells,
but this one has fewer. What is it?
A modified polio virus.
Don't you agree?
Yeah, there's definitely a change.
How would you treat it with this?
By injecting it
straight into the tumour.
Okay.
Then that's what we'll do.
What? What's the worst
that could happen?
That you die?
Close your eyes.
Trust me.
What's it like for Ola Nilsen
to have a mad scientist around?
Can you keep a secret?
-Can you?
-Yeah.
Ola is here.
Here in the basement.