All language subtitles for Fortitude.S02E06.WEBRip.XviD-FUM

You're not up to it.
You're not a sheriff.

You should stay here.

If you move,
you could bleed.

It's a psychological
reaction to the wasp trauma.

So I'm not blind.
I'm just mental.

I understand
how upset you are.

This is not my dream job.

I need to find
Governor Odegard.

There was a disaster
in 1942 near Vukobejina--

Something about regeneration.

They could reverse
tissue damage?

They hurt him,
and he healed.

What's that?

It's a hole.

Is it supposed to be there?

No. Most winters,
this happens.

There's water down there.

The hot springs inland
find their way out

into the bay
right under the road.

Don't think about
taking a dip, though.

It's still icy cold,

and the water will freeze
the blood in your veins.

Kill you stone dead
in a minute,

a man in your
physical condition.

I wasn't thinking
of taking a dip.

Old and overweight.

Huh.

Well, what am I
supposed to do about it?

Governor Odegard used
to call Kim Hopperstad.

He'll bring his, uh,
digger out and fix it.

Is that so?

Do you know how many murders
I have on my plate?

Hindemith, Tavra,
poor Bianca,

and now Tomak
at the Blue Fox--

although technically I'd
consider Tavra a suicide.

Right. Uh, can we just
leave this for now?

Kim only takes cash.

Find anything?

Tomak had a lot
of mobile phones.

Get Petter Hansen
to unlock them.

Hello, Mrs. Odegard.

Any idea who did this?

I'm afraid I can't
discuss the investigation.

Of course.

Do you have a moment?

I need to speak to you
about something else.

You didn't want
to speak to me

about something else
yesterday.

Eric, please.
It's important.

How's your room here,
by the way?

It's a professional matter.

I have something
to report to you.

It's about Erling Munk.
I have some information--

I'm sorry, Hildur.

I have a meeting
with the governor.

He's under a lot of strain.

Yes, I know.

Hey, Vince.

You okay?
You sleep all right?

Yeah. Great.
Thank you.

Back to work already?

The samples we brought
back from the Tundra--

the reindeer and the bear.

I'd just love to get
started on the analysis.

I'm sorry.

I don't think you're
ready to go back to work.

I think maybe you
should get some help.

Shut the door.

Last night Dan Anderssen
broke my patient

out of the secure lab.

What, the girl in a coma?

We need to get her back
immediately.

Well, we have limited
resources

and other priorities.

Not anymore.

Is she infectious
or something?

No, but we can say that
if that helped.

If it helped?

Are you insane?

This place is a powder keg
of well-armed drunks

who'll shut themselves
in their hovels

and shoot on sight.

We won't find anyone.

My mandate from
Schentel Biotech says

you do what I say
in matters such as this.

I need my patient back
now and preferably alive.

Then give me a story

that won't set this
shit heap on fire.

I mean it.

Eric.

Governor.

Doctor.

Sit down, Eric.

Eric, I need you to, um,
direct your resources

to finding Dan Anderssen
and Elena Ledesma.

Governor, there's another
body in the morgue.

I'm looking for someone

who's has killed at least
one person, maybe four.

Sheriff,

without the medication
keeping her alive,

Elena will die.

She doesn't know this,
and neither does Dan.

We have to find them now.

Eric, ahem,

the dead can wait
for their vengeance.

Our duty is to the living.

What if someone else
gets killed?

Find the girl first,
Sheriff.

That's an order!

Help me!

Dan.

Are you okay?

For a while there,

I couldn't remember anything.

Oh.

Everything feels like a dream.

And not a good one.

I remember

you were there
in the dark.

You came to see me.

Or did I dream that?

No.

I was there.

I was so happy
to hear your voice...

with the woman

Dr. Khatri.

Yeah.

I called out to you, Dan.

"Please, take me
out of here, please."

I remember she was
cutting me, and...

and I could feel
the knife inside me.

And all I could do
was scream...in the dark.

"Stop it. Stop it, please."

She didn't.

She couldn't hear me.

Maybe she could.

Maybe she knew.

Well, that's...inhuman.

It's a whole new world.

I'm--

I am sorry.

Forgive me.

Forgive me.
I had to do it.

This box...was smuggled

out of the Russian town
of Vukobejina a few days ago.

It's got, uh, film,

got medical records
and army reports.

I'll get the lights.

The film relates

to the events of 1942,
in the summer.

It was the warmest summer
in the Arctic

since records began.

There was a team
of Russian scientists

who, from a weather station
over on the east coast,

they reported
a plague of wasps.

And then a massacre.

This is a reindeer
herders camp,

A Sami-- Sami camp.

Everyone dead.

The sent in the Red Army
who found one survivor.

This man--
This man is infected.

There's parasitic wasps
inside him, just like here.

The Sami, they chained him up
and left him to die.

But he didn't die.

He survived on his own
for weeks

without food and--
and with very little water.

And he beat the wasps.

But when they took
the chains off of him,

he killed sixteen people.

And they
had to take him down

with four bullets
it took to take him down.

The doctors started
to open him up, and--

He should be dead.
Look at him.

The-- The notes,
they speak of--

of unprecedented organ
and tissue regeneration.

Where are the medical files?

They're all right here.

They're--

They're all in Russian.

You translated them?

No, but she did.

This is Yeva.

Her uncle is the mayor
of Vukobejina.

He's my friend.
He sent all this.

I'm sorry.
Has anyone considered

the possibility
that this is a hoax?

The film is old.

The files, everything's old.

Tissue regeneration--

Is-- Is--
Is quite common in nature.

That's right. That's right.
I've read about it,

and they can make new limbs,
even-- even eyes.

This is not a hoax.

This-- What happened here in
Fortitude, is that a hoax?

This is real. This is real.

It happened 70 years ago,

right on the other side
of this island.

Same wasps, same shit
that we've had here.

Only this time...

something good
came out of this.

Something different,

something fucking miraculous.

Something that could heal us.

Ah.

You have to serve yourself
around here now.

I can't imagine
how hard this is for you.

What else am I gonna do?

The Russians, they...

set up some sort
of temporary medical lab

near that weather station
back in '42.

Yeva says that weather
station is still there.

She knows where to find it.

If I can just find that lab,

I could find something.

Did you hear those scientists?

They made me feel
like I was bullshit.

They weren't even listening.

Khatri was listening.

For her, the film
was not such a surprise.

How do you mean?

I don't know.
There's something here,

something...big,
something connected.

But I can't see it yet,
only parts of it.

Munk's part of it.

Getting rid of me,
promoting Eric.

It's part of--
of a plan or pattern.

The killings, too, they're
not random as Eric thinks.

But Munk is the key.

Groceries.

Clothes.

You have to come
to Farc with me.

No.

We're giving them
to everyone in town.

"Our friend Elena is sick.

"Without her medication,
she will die.

"Please help us find her now.

"If you see her
or Dan Anderssen,

call Eric, Ingrid,
or Petra."

It's a lie.

What is?

It's not true.

She's not sick.

She doesn't need
medication.

- She's not going to die.
- Petra.

Petra, he's right.

I'm-- I'm fine here now.

Elena wasn't a patient.
She was a lab rat.

The machines weren't
keeping her alive.

They were
keeping her asleep.

I'm not going back there.

I'm-- I'm not.
I'm-- I won't.

-I won't.
-Okay.

Okay. You can
stay here for now.

But you're coming
with me, Dan.

You have to tell Eric
what you said.

No, I don't.
He can't cope as it is.

Dan Anderssen,

I have orders to arrest you

and bring you in
for questioning.

You don't need the gun,
Petra.

You're not leaving.

You'll bleed again.

He's getting stronger,

the demon.

So little time left.
It has to be stopped.

The police
are looking for you.

They think you killed
Tavra and that geologist.

Vladek. Did you?

I am not your problem.

Oh, God.

Tavra killed himself
because he had to.

I killed that geologist

because he couldn't
kill himself.

Is that true?

It is if you believe me.

If you have faith in me.

Do you, Freya?

I don't know.

- Your money.
- What?

You wanted some cash
from the bank

for Kim Hopperstad
to fix the hole.

But you couldn't be
bothered going yourself.

Kim'll see you there at 4.

Why can't you go?

It's dangerous.

Road's full of holes.

Perhaps
I should find myself
a younger assistant.

I'm not dead, you know.

It won't be long.

Not fucking deaf, either.

For God's sake, Ingrid,
Elena cannot just disappear.

Keep looking.

Look what I found
by the harbor.

Hello, Eric.

Dan,

I'm trying to find a man

who has killed
a lot of people here.

But I can't do that

until I know
Elena is safe.

You know where she is.

Help me.

Help her.

Dan, don't make me
lock you up.

What are the charges?

You broke
into Khatri's house.

To cook her
a three-course meal.

It was a fucking
home invasion.

I stacked the dishwasher.

You put a flare gun
in her face.

It wasn't loaded.

Dan, please.

Dr. Khatri's
pressing charges--

threatening behavior,
breaking and entering,

assault
with a deadly weapon.

You'll be taken
to Oslo for a trial.

Put him in a cell.

I'm entitled to a phone call.

Why didn't you tell Eric
what you told me?

Hmm, I didn't think
he'd listen.

I know.

I told him...

I think the killer's
a Shaman, Dan,

but he won't listen.

He's out of his depth.

Go on.

There's a legend
among the people here

that every few generations,
the gods send down a plague

to remind everyone
of their power.

And after the plague, a--
a sort of demon rises up,

the chosen one,

and he can only be defeated
by a powerful magic,

and for that the Shaman
needs certain body parts.

And that's what I think
is happening here--

the husky, the heads,
the heart.

Someone
is collecting body parts

because they think
there is a monster here.

A monster.

It's only superstition,
of course.

But if we can understand
his way of thinking, then--

We can predict his moves.

That's it.

Against my advice,

Dr Surinder Khatri has agreed
to speak to you in private.

If you drop the charges,
I'll keep my mouth shut.

How does that sound?

Hey, can I get a hand putting
the Ski-Doos on the trailer?

Did I interrupt
something here?

No.

Got to admit
I had my doubts about her.

After getting to know her
for a few days,

she's pretty great.

She's not my girlfriend.

Just saying.

Don't embarrass me, okay?

Hey, I told your mother
we're going hunting.

- Okay?
- All right.

Did you eat something?

We're wasting daylight.

Don't you be doing anything
stupid while I'm gone.

You try not to shoot Rune.

Hey!

Whoo!

I just saw this.

I wanted to ask you
what happened.

She came out of the coma
yesterday quite suddenly.

No brain damage?

She was disorientated
and violent.

I had no time to examine her.

But wasn't she effectively
on life support?

It's a miracle,
Dr. Yelburton.

Why did she attack you?

Be happy.

What did you do to Khatri?

Did you threaten her?

I don't know you anymore.

Dan.

Hildur.

I've been worried about you.

Hildur, come inside, please.

Petter, could you
give us a moment?

Petter, get out of here.

I'm sorry about this morning.

- My timing was bad.
- No. I'm sorry.

Just, uh,

just got so much
to deal with, you know?

I know.

I know.

But...

most of all, uh...

most of all,
I'm-- I'm upset.

I'm upset...

because you don't
love me anymore.

I don't know.

I--

I think I'm unhappy.

I-- I have been
for quite a while,

and I don't really know why.

Well, I can wait if...

if that's what it takes.

Thank you.

You wanted to talk to me?

Yes.

Uh, Eric, it's, uh,
it's important.

Erling Munk is corrupt.

He's being paid
by a third party

to control events
in Fortitude and report back.

He-- He contacts them

on a separate mobile phone
he keeps in his room.

Yesterday I flew down to Oslo
to see his former secretary.

She's also his mistress.

She told me he has
a second property,

something he could never
afford on a government salary.

He-- He keeps a sports car
there in a garage.

Everything
in a different name--

some relative of his.
I-- I have a...

a photo of Munk
in the car at the house.

The local police
will easily find it.

In the meantime,
we need a warrant

to access his bank records
and seize his phones.

Jesus Christ.

I know.

He always seemed so upright.

You lost your job, okay?

But your life is not over.

People have real problems:

death, loss.

I don't know.

Maybe you need...
counseling or something.

You think I'm making this up?

I heard him on the phone.

I have emails that he wrote.
They prove--

- They prove that--
- What? What?

Conspiracy theory bullshit.

Christ.

I have work to do.

Why can't you love me?

Elena.

Elena?

Elena.

Elena?

Elena!

What?

What is it?

I thought you were dead.

No.

Uhh.

I want to go back.

I want to leave.

It's not safe yet.

You can't trust
anyone here.

Can I trust you, Dan?

I'm the only one
you can trust.

Didn't you try to kill me?

Or did I dream that, too?

No.

I didn't want you
to end up like the others.

How did they end up?

They got eaten alive
from the inside

by larvae
from a prehistoric wasp.

A what?

Are you making fun of me?

No.

That's what happened.

That's what happened
to people here.

And it happened to me, too.

After I thought
I'd killed you,

I, uh,
had a couple of drinks.

A few days later,
I woke up here,

and by then, the voices
were inside me.

I could hear them
talking to me,

whispering to me,
telling me what to do.

The voices.

And I knew I'd do it.

Did you chain yourself up?

Just me and the voices
and anything I could drink,

even Henry's reindeer juice.

Oh, I knew
I'd die eventually.

Where are they now, Dan?

The voices.

That's a good question.

Hildur.

Hello, Ralfi.
Is, uh, Munk in?

I need to see him.

No. Gone for the day.

Really?

Uh, where?

Out to the old
cement factory.

The road's shite again.

He's meeting Kim Hopperstad
there at 4.

Hildur.

What are you doing out here?

I came to talk to you,
Erling.

I'm here
to see the digger man.

- Kim Hopperstad.
- Hmm.

Increasingly I find my life
has the quality of a...

bad dream.

I'm very sorry, Erling.

Hm.

I've known you 20 years,

and I can't imagine
what sort of mess

you got yourself into
to end up here.

I'm not quite with you,
Hildur.

I know, Erling.
I know everything--

everything
that matters anyway.

I saw the emails
on your laptop,

gently engineering
my removal.

And the others,
quietly taking my place.

It was brilliantly done,
of course.

They'd have seen it
as a selfless demotion

for the good of the team

instead of what it was:

obeying orders.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

I was hiding
in your room that night,

the night of the bar fight.

Michael Lennox was supposed
to keep you down there.

I went through your emails,

and when you came back,
I heard you on the phone.

You were reporting back

about the progress
of the murder investigations,

about what I was doing,

and about
how Eric was an idiot

and that's why you
made him sheriff.

"It's all under control,"
you said,

"but I want more money."

Marika told me about
your second house in Oslo,

the one in your uncle's name--

...and the car
you keep out there.

I'm very sorry, Erling.

How did it all start?

It's not too late,
you know.

I can help you.
You can help me.

I'm not going to the police.

I don't care about the money
or who you work for.

I care about Fortitude.

So here's my deal:

you resign
the governor's job,

you find some excuse,

and you go home to Oslo.

In return, I forget

everything.
This all goes away.

Liar!

Oh!

Erling!

Help me.

Hildy, I got you.

- Oh! Erling!
- Take my hand!

I can't!

Oh!

Give me your hand!

Pull me up quick.

Quick!

Erling!

It starts off small,
and then you're in,

and they won't let go of you.

I'm trapped, Hildy.

Ahh!

I'm in, uh, up to my head.

Like you said.

No. Erling, we can--

we can work it out.
We-- Please.

Please.

Please.

Forgive me, Hildur.

But I can't.

No. Oh!

I can't do it.

No!

No! Erling! No!

Uh...uh...uh...

Ohh!

Ahh. Fuck.

Come on. Ah, fuck!

Someone is hiding them--

the Shaman and Elena.

Both of them.

Probably someone in here.

I'm an alcoholic.

Oh ho ho ho...

Dan!

Get fucking finding!