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I'm scared.

I wish you could help me.

Why...

What's happening?

Don't hang up.

You have to live for me.

Promise me.

Don't forget that.

Don't forget me.

Hi.

What happened?

He tried to hold me back.

We fought, and then his gun went off, so I just ran.

He shot an unarmed woman.

We must get to him before he talks.

-The police are on their way there. -He killed Bjørn, and shot you.

We can't stand around with our dicks in our hands.

Should he get away with killing your brother?

You shut up!

Don't fucking talk about killing anyone.

We met at the cabin for hunting practice.

That's what we did.

I've removed all the books, so there's nothing there.

The cop pulled a gun for no reason, and then things got out of control.

-We deny everything else. -We have to take him.

He drew his gun first.

He shot Bjørn, and he shot me.

We were at the cabin to plan the hunting season.

That's our story.

-Is everyone with me? -Yeah.

Can we all agree to that?

Good.

Let me have a look at you.

You have to get to the hospital.

Bjørn said we have to lay low...

You are not Bjørn.

You think you know stuff about me.

But I know stuff about you too.

And your brother.

I just stood there.

I couldn't even fucking move.

I can't be like that. It's no fucking good.

Fucking Kjetil.

He could ruin everything.

Bjørn had some control over him, but I...

I don't have any control over him.

Kjetil is bloody dangerous.

You're not fucking sane if you punch your own son to death like that.

How do you know that?

We sent Stein home to hear what Kjetil said about us.

Hear for yourself.

You bugged his phone?

We couldn't have known he would do that.

I didn't even think he would lay a hand on him.

Someone from Internal Affairs is coming

to lead the investigation of you.

I won't be doing any questioning. He'll do all that.

I'll just take care of you.

-Do you know who's coming? -Yeah, I've met him.

He's from Oslo, but has been working voluntarily in Molde for years,

so there must be something wrong with him.

I've refused to suspend you, because that's my right,

but I need your sidearm.

It's extremely important that no name or picture of me gets out.

I know.

Just trust me.

I'll do what I can.

A lot of people here loved Bjørn, you know.

I have all I need.

I'll give your statement to the lead investigator.

But you'll have to come down to the station for questioning.

-Okay. -Good.

-Get well. -Thanks.

-Hi again. -Hi.

You surprise me.

Okay?

I didn't know you could fight like that.

No.

What's going to happen now with...

With everything?

You know, Bjørn told me a little.

Bjørn didn't have anything to do with Cato.

I'm in contact with him.

Ever since he went dark, he's sent his texts to me,

and then I've uploaded them.

Bjørn didn't have anything to do with it.

Excuse me. I was wondering if I could borrow a phone here?

-Of course. -Thanks.

No one's shutting anything down. Ole just said he is helping Cato.

They want to go in now. They're saying we have lost control.

-Stop. -People have been killed.

Bjørn said this will be the biggest thing to happen in Norway.

Those fucking bosses should know what that means.

Ole is our only lead to Cato.

I'll check, but you have to get Ole to open up.

They have said that the attack is imminent.

Yes.

One more thing.

Asgeir, that new cop with the special-ops background...

He knows I work for PST.

What? You're jeopardizing the entire operation.

I know. But...

Do you know what you've done?

-Yeah, I'll fix it. -You'd better.

Fuck.

Hi.

-I almost thought you had run off. -No, I just felt a bit...

nauseous.

I found a vending machine. I thought you might want some energy.

Nice of you.

I need you to get well fast.

I just thought...

-I feel a bit better now. -That's great.

If I could get a glass of water in my room, that would be great.

Of course.

You'll have to ask them why they considered me a threat.

Things escalated. I didn't have a choice.

He would've shot me.

And the woman?

I tried to get control over the situation.

She resisted.

My gun went off.

Accident.

Why were you armed?

As far as I can see,

you didn't call to ask your superior for permission.

-No. I have a special permit. -Why is that?

It's classified.

Do you understand the gravity of the situation you're in?

Absolutely.

That's why I'm sitting here, trying to give a clear explanation.

Right.

-So there was no right-wing meeting? -No.

We do climbing, hunting and fishing.

It's a hunting lodge, so we plan and practice there regularly.

Just ask anyone in Vestvik.

You said there were a bunch of right-wing books laying around.

We searched the cabin pretty thoroughly. Nothing.

I hope you don't regard those people to have more credibility than me.

I'm a colleague.

We recommend you press charges regarding the shooting.

Not interested.

-He shot you. -Yes.

We fought, and a shot went off.

I think this is tragic enough as it is.

I don't have access to your entire file,

but with all that confidential information

I'm sure you've killed before.

What's classified is irrelevant.

And you're obligated to exclude information about me from the report.

So nothing was out of the ordinary before the cop pulled his gun?

No. No reason to pull a gun.

If we don't find any evidence supporting your story,

you can be charged with murder.

And sentenced to many years in prison.

It doesn't look good.

You went after them, and that gun is for self-defense.

I'll gladly discuss my handling of this situation,

and it shouldn't have escalated,

but I thought it completely implausible

that this case was closed with the arrest of that poor refugee.

And Kjetil Vang?

I considered him so relevant that I had to check him.

He's talked about Michelle.

He had a tone that was completely...

Stop it. We can't move you again this soon.

We have to make Vestvik work.

We can't make you disappear now, and you can't blow your cover, okay?

Then you have to talk to Internal Affairs.

I'll do what I can, but I can't meddle with Internal Affairs.

I'll make sure you're not sent to prison

or thrown out of the protection program.

And what do you think I should do now?

Lay low and behave like a model-fucking-citizen.

Did you say anything about me?

I said we had a confrontation, and my gun went off.

You can't tell anyone about me or what I do.

I can't keep quiet about the one thing that can get me out of this.

Then you don't know what you've gotten yourself into.

I've worked on this for four years.

And this is my life. I could lose my daughter.

There's going to be a major terror attack.

It could happen next week, or next month.

There's a lot we don't know, but it's happening this year,

and Ole is the only lead I've got to the head of the group.

So what do you think should happen now?

I know people in PST that can talk to people higher up on your behalf.

And when I'm finished, I'll get you acquitted.

So, you'll help me and my daughter, and I'll help you.

And I'm just supposed to trust that? I'm just going to have to trust you?

I know you have a fake identity, that you move every year,

and that you were part of an operation against a Russian mob boss

that went to hell, and now he's after you.

The informant in your last operation died.

-That has nothing to do with this. -You know what I'm risking.

If this operation goes to hell, that's my life.

Did you know your informant well?

Yes, she was the mother of my daughter, Michelle, so...

Okay.

Look, I don't have a choice. I have to trust you.

And therefore you can trust me.

Asgeir.

Come here.

Hey...

I wish it weren't the case, but word gets around, so...

Right now it's safer for you to use the exit back here.

Someone dropped hints about you on bloody social media.

Hey.

Hey.

Did something happen at school today?

Did you kill someone?

Did someone at school say that?

I'll talk to your teachers. They can't say that.

Did you kill someone, Dad?

Okay, Michelle...

They say you're a murderer.

I'm not a murderer.

Then why do they say you are?

They're just kids, you know.

And I'm a cop.

And they think that's exciting, so they make up stories about me.

So you're not going to jail?

I'm not going to jail.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey...

I don't give a damn what you think!

-It's my brother we're talking about. -And it's my son.

You can't decide how others mourn.

Mourn your son however you want, but if I were you, I'd keep it small.

And don't drag Bjørn into it, you hear me?

We're holding a wake.

In honor of Stein and your father.

This town needs that now, Sigrid.

I'm sure Stein would've wanted you there.

And your father...

he was a great man.

At the pub, tomorrow.

You don't have to go.

Are we just going to let him define my brother in front of everyone?

That guy?

Hey, thank you. Why don't you go find your mother?

-I'll talk to Ole. -Okay.

He's not interested in honoring them. He just wants to position himself

and appear pure and innocent.

So he soils my brother's name. Just think if it was one of your own.

Yeah. Don't go, then.

We can honor him by completing your project.

What do you mean?

You know.

What the hell are you doing?

Bjørn may have been naive...

and told you some stuff...

but I am not my brother.

Ole, you can trust me.

Just keep writing, and remember why you're here at all.

Furia is what makes you relevant, nothing else.

Fuck.

Let him go.

Now.

I understand Ragna has told you a bit about our operation.

Yeah. She also told me you could help me out with my case.

I can pull some strings,

but we have to wait until the interrogations are finished,

and then only if you do as we say and keep your mouth shut.

So I'm just supposed to sit here and wait? With no guarantees?

Unless you want your daughter to visit you in prison.

Okay.

You know what? If I'm going to put my life, my daughter's life,

in your hands...

you have to tell me exactly what is going on here. Everything.

And you can start by telling me why Cato is so interesting.

Four years ago, we began building up a blog identity for Ragna, Furia.

She tried to mirror him and entice him to respond,

get him to attend right-wing gatherings in Sweden and Norway,

but instead, Cato sent the two brothers.

They invited Ragna here to write more.

We never knew which of them was Cato's main contact until now.

We've picked up fragments on the dark web that involves him or her

in an encrypted chat group.

That's how we know they're planning an attack,

and we believe Cato is the leader.

It's supposed to happen this year.

There's only three months left, and right now,

Ole is our only lead.

If he winds up on the police's radar,

we risk losing our chance of stopping a terror attack.

And Stein and those other guys, where do they fit in?

They don't. Someone just lost their temper.

His father, maybe?

They talked about it up at the cabin.

That someone had planted evidence against that African.

Stein's murder could have ruined everything for the brothers.

They couldn't risk the police looking into them

or Kjetil or any of the boys up there.

That gave us and Ragna an opportunity to win the brothers' trust

by planting evidence.

-Sending an innocent man to jail. -He's not in jail.

He's relocated and paid well. He'll become a Norwegian citizen.

We will do all we can to help you,

but you should also know that if you do anything

or say anything that puts this operation at risk...

our deal is off, and I don't care what happens to you.

In our small village, a young man dead.

His future brutally ended.

Murdered in cold blood by a Muslim man.

Truth. Truth is the antidote to poison.

The veil media pulls before our eyes.

When poisoned, our body reacts in self-defense.

Arteries tighten, our pulse is lowered,

adrenaline pumping, we sweat, and we throw up.

All to drive the poison away.

A God-given self-defense system.

Our European body is now poisoned by Islam and its followers.

By governments' failure to see the threats.

Their vision of Eurabia.

Islam is spreading like a cultural pandemic.

We must activate our culture's self-defense system.

Fight for what we love.

I will fight for truth.

Even die for truth.

-Hello. -Yes, hi.

I talked to the program about Michelle.

Okay. What did they say?

That it's easier to relocate Michelle without you.

If we don't want to lose her, we have to be really smart.

Both you and I.

-Don't you have any leeway? -I was told to report to PST.

They know about the files I sent you and threatened to fire me.

So there's no leeway.

And one more thing.

The press has started looking into you.

Someone tipped them off. They're asking about your names,

both the new one and the old one.

Someone tipped them off?

Yes. That's all I know right now, but I'll find the source.

-Okay? -Okay.

There you go.

Strong.

Thank you.

-Do you need refills as well? -No, thank you.

Excuse me.

Just a little curious about the ingredients in your sauce yesterday.

It tasted...

-What do you call it... -Could you be more specific?

The menu said mint, but there must have been more to it.

There were several layers to that flavor.

Thai basil, and lemongrass, I guess.

-You from around here? -No, I just work here. Why?

There were so many interesting flavors. I was just wondering.

Where are you from?

Oslo.

-I have to get back to work. -Yeah.

Do you think...

-Can I have the recipe tomorrow? -Yeah.

You could put it on your blog or something.

I was just thinking you should post it on social media.

Yeah. I can bring it tomorrow at breakfast, on paper.

Great.

We need to talk.

What the fuck are you doing here?

What are you doing?

Someone's told the press about me.

What?

Someone's started asking questions in Oslo.

If I'm being thrown under the bus, you have to tell me.

Who do you think we are?

I don't know.

I've read some of your blog posts. Dark and disgusting.

Promoting a race war and hatred.

You know it can inspire just as well even though it's fake, right?

-Ever thought about that? -Yeah.

Every day.

I check the reader numbers every night and think about that.

But I...

I have an identity here.

And that's what I have to do to get close to them.

I get it.

But if any information about me is leaked, a picture, anything at all,

those Russians will find me, and then I'm fucked.

I've screwed up. I know that.

But my daughter is seven years old and has nothing to do with this.

I'll talk to Inger.

-Hello? -Hi.

-Can you come pick me up? -Now?

I can't take sleeping in a tent anymore.

I'm with that guy you met. Richard.

-Are you a couple now? -I don't know.

We have the house to ourselves for one more day,

so do you think you could stay just a bit longer?

Fine. But you owe me.

-You're an angel. Love you. -Love you too.

Ole just showed up. I couldn't stop him.

I'm glad you called.

-I'm doing this in their memory. -No one in my family wants this.

Not Grete, not Sigrid, and not me either.

Bjørn was like family to all of us here.

I'm giving him and my son the respect and attention they deserve.

If you did that when they were alive, maybe we wouldn't be here.

You don't have a monopoly on grief, Ole.

But then you've never handled loss very well, have you?

I remember Bjørn was worried about you when your father died.

-How long were you committed for? -Shut up and sit down.

-Afraid of losing it? -I told you to watch it.

Were you the reason your father lost it?

You're not going to make me throw the first punch.

That's because you're a cunt.

Stay here.

Let him be.

And you...

That's enough!

Stop it!

You have to stop.

Ole, don't do this.

What the fuck is going on here?

Huh?

You're supposed to hold a wake, and this is how you behave?

You, get him home right now.

You want a beer or something? Calm down a bit?

No, thanks. I think I'll just take a walk.

What?

Some are worried.

We need to know they are not on to us.

Do you have control of the situation?

Yeah.

Dad, you should know that it was Stein and me at the refugee center,

but it wasn't he who lit that fire.

It was me.

"People are being killed because they want our future.

They should know that because of heroes working in silence,

they will never get it."

-Hi. -What are you doing here?

I was just checking to see if I could find the order lists.

I just thought I could make things run smoothly here,

so you can focus on your family instead.

I can't find her. Sigrid.

And Ole isn't answering. I've looked everywhere.

She's probably just blowing off some steam, clearing her head.

Bjørn had that anger in him, but I didn't think Sigrid did.

Not until now. Not before you came.

I don't want you to keep spreading your darkness to her.

I haven't spread anything to anyone. Least of all to Sigrid.

I want you to leave Trollheim right now. For Sigrid's sake.

-So it's over? All charges dropped? -Yes.

But I'm going to deliver a report.

A good and thorough report.

Someone in Oslo must love you very much.

Have a nice trip.

You should have seen him when they told him to end the investigation.

He was pissed.

I can imagine.

Yeah, but...

a lot of people here won't be happy seeing you back at work.

Many people loved Bjørn, like I said.

-I'll keep a low profile. -That's good.

Right. We have to get things back to normal here.

Thank you.

What the fuck are you doing?

Just checking your computer.

We can't have any tracking or spyware.

They're over there.

Okay, so both bottles, right?

Yes, both of them. But you take it easy.

Gunnar will be there at 11.

If there's any trouble before then, just leave.

Okay.

Have you talked to Grete?

Yeah. She wants me gone.

Yes, she thinks you're the reason Sigrid's started writing.

She discovered something Sigrid had written online, some comments.

She doesn't know Bjørn and I have been teaching her about the world.

I showed her some of your writing too.

-We've talked about this. -I didn't say that you are Furia.

And besides, you should be proud.

You awakened something in her. She was up all night reading.

And now she wants to write too.

So I helped her set up her own blog.

Give me your phone.

-Why? -Give me your phone.

Come.

This was where I found my father.

Hanging from that beam.

-The bankruptcy? -No.

His inability to readjust.

There wasn't much help to be had for people like him.

And he drank, too.

Pointless. He died for nothing.

What exactly did Bjørn tell you?

He said he was going to be part of something big.

The biggest thing in the history of Norway.

Yes. People are wondering if I can trust you.

I think you should make up your mind!

"History shows that those who have a plan,

anticipate, and have a coherent strategy, usually win.

And we are not winning."

-Fjordman? -No.

Cato wrote that.

Fjordman stole it.

The first time I saw you was during that demonstration in Gothenburg.

You were there looking for him.

I had only read your texts, like he told me to,

but when I saw you...

it was like I could recognize the words in your face.

You write like him.

Same vision, but a different voice.

Was he in Gothenburg too?

Yes, he was. He made me contact you.

He's following you.

What's that?

Digital equipment.

Bjørn and I said we were going climbing,

so I told Grete I still want to take the trip in his honor.

You do as Grete told you to.

Pack only your most essential stuff.

Cato has been planning this for a long time.

He thinks we need you, and your words.

So you'll come with me.

For what?

Come on.

One more.

Maybe some other time.

Just don't... keep looking in the rear-view mirror.

Goodbye.

The problem...

with young people today is...

No, you wait here.

Wait till I'm back, okay?

Did you like the whisky?

-What the fuck are you doing here? -Just stay calm.

Stay calm.

-I hope you liked the whisky. -What the fuck!

-Punch someone like that... -What the fuck do you want!

What's going on?

We're going to pick up one more.

Remember, Cato decides who gets to know what.

Don't talk to him about Cato.

Good evening.

Nice meeting you again.

-As we agreed, you follow my lead. -Yes.

Promise me that. Don't give up.

Tell Dad and our brother that I love them.

You're the best sister in the world.

He's coming. He's coming now.

He's coming.

Please! Please, don't shoot! Don't! Don't shoot!

How many?

We still don't know exactly how many at Utøya. But over 60 kids so far.

Subtitles: Aleksander Kerr www.plint.com