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I'm Elsa Chantal.

Chantal Pharmaceutical.

Sent a bunch of killers and hitmen out here to kidnap me. The circumstances

created you and me. Parasite. Created 18 of you and one of me.

Everyone who was infected by that parasite killed someone in order to pass

infection on. Not Dan Anderson.

Latest tissue regeneration stands at almost 95%.

You broke my nose!

It's a parasite.

I can't bite it when it grabs me like that. You are talking to someone, and

someone is answering? Because you become angry? Who is answering?

Don't respond.

DCR nickel burst.

Shot in the center of the forehead.

We're terminating emergency!

I am the interim governor, and also the chief of fortitude police.

The ghost of our memory.

She lost it!

The river did come to me Straight into my heart

I tried to caress it

But it ran through my fingers

I would have liked to keep the bodies in situ for longer.

There are too many things to this that concern me.

We're rushing the forensics.

Petra and her eyebrow tweezers.

What? Well, that's forensics in fortitude, somebody once said. Somebody

probably dead?

What concerns you, Eric?

Well, for starters, the idea that Lars Olvenon had shot two people dead.

That concerns me. What were the Oslo investigators doing out here?

Arresting Lars.

Why were they arresting Lars Ubernath?

The night this man imported you. Somebody must have given them his name.

Who would do such a thing?

To a fellow citizen.

Or... Lars brewed a reindeer juice in industrial quantities.

Eric, you told them reindeer juice was the cause of Governor Monk's suicidal

death leap.

Well, that's the reason, then?

You should get going.

There's no room in here for you.

Party's our priority.

What? There's plenty of room.

You can ride with me in the ice cruiser the dead people come out in.

Dan Anderson.

Tell me, why did you mention the reindeer juice?

Because Eric was about to realize that you grasped up Lars and got him killed.

So you were protecting me.

You're the governor.

And you are the sheriff.

That's how it works.

It's not personal, Mark.

They fixed law on the world we live in.

The roles we have.

I understand.

So you must also understand that I sent Miklobus and Obi -Wan to Lars' cabin.

I got there before them and murdered Lars.

Strangled him in his bed.

Then when the investigators arrived, I shot Sergeant Obi. Then I shot Detective

Inspector Miklobus.

And then...

I shot Lars's corpse.

True to true.

To hide the marks of strangulation.

The bruises my thumbs made.

I don't recollect you ever committing any murders on my behalf.

There's still time.

Pardon? I'm talking to the governor.

Yes.

You are.

Darth's killed them.

Yeah. That's what it looks like.

Darth the Snowplow Driver.

I know.

Jesus.

So now, who attacked you?

Oh, no, it was nothing. It was just a...

A bit of misunderstanding.

Yeah, silly.

Who was?

The orderly said you were assaulted by a troll man.

Yes, a big Russian.

There aren't any Russian boats in Fortitude just now.

Well... What did you look like?

Big.

Big? Mm.

And, uh, like he... Like he worked with his hands on a big fish -trawling

vessel.

And this happened in the Blue Fox?

Yes. In the toilet?

Yeah. Had you been drinking heavily?

I suppose I had been drinking.

I'm not going to have any of this shit in my notebook.

When you want to tell me the truth about what happened, then come and find me in

the police station.

Marcus. I'm here in my capacity as governor.

Okay. Governor.

Eric Odegaard.

We have to talk.

After what you saw today, you probably need a drink.

Indeed, yes.

In my former capacity as a schoolteacher, I rarely witnessed such

Sheriff Anderson said some things to me on the drive back from the murder scene.

He did?

Yes, and after what he told me...

I felt it incumbent upon myself as governor to telephone Oslo.

And what did you tell him? That the Fortitude police were absolutely

that a tragic shooting had resulted in the death of all three people concerned.

And as such, we were not looking for any further suspects.

Dan told you to say this?

No.

No, I was speaking to Oslo in my own capacity as governor.

based on my own conclusions.

Marcus, you have no experience whatsoever in any shape or form in

police investigation.

Governor. What? You said Marcus. You continue to say Marcus. I'm speaking

now to you as your governor.

The governor of Fortitude. Fuck that! Fuck you, Marcus Husserclap! You

ridiculous, jumped -up pipsqueak!

What? You fucking heard me!

There is another matter that I discussed with Oslo.

The governor's residence, i .e. this house, is a conditional

sine qua non of the interim governor's office.

Now, it has been nine weeks since the previous governor, i .e. your wife,

Odegaard, vacated this residence.

And so, in accordance to Oslo's...

Directive.

I am willing to give you 48 hours to make alternative accommodation

before I move in.

So that would be, fuck you, Governor Huseklep!

Boy Okay

My love.

Do it!

Thank you.

Where do you want to go?

Hotel called the Blue Fox, please.

Find this hotel in Fortitude.

That's nice to know.

Very nice indeed.

Get it over with, Dad.

Don't mind me.

That's beer and what came to the fridge.

Didn't I go into breakfast?

It's a waste of time and money.

Oh, and do everything the outhouse if you run out of food.

I went to the Fox for a drink.

A woman sat down and we talked.

A woman?

She was very beautiful.

She was just,

I don't know, someone from somewhere else.

And I had to go to the men's room.

Uh -huh.

Where I was chloroformed.

And I woke up hogtied and vomiting. Stop. The man who chloroformed me.

He threw a goddamn hammer at me. You fell over drunk.

I was drunk.

Yeah. I was hung upside down. I fought this man for my goddamn life. And then I

think that I killed him.

I need your help to find a place where this all happened.

Dad, I'm going to show you right now the place where all of this happened.

Using all the experience I've gained in this house as your daughter. Don't say

that shit, Ingrid. I know what you say. I know what you say. I know what you

say. Help me!

Come in!

Is everything okay?

Yeah. You said you got in a fight and killed a man.

That's awful. Yeah, it is.

But it makes him look like a big, brave adventurer instead of a sad drunk.

Come on.

See you later, Mr. Lennox.

Have you experienced that to conditions before?

I've read up on it.

It's not the same.

I believe I'll need a body suit.

What are you, about 5 foot 7, 110 pounds?

120.

And a gun.

Hunting rifle.

Handgun.

.44 revolver.

A magnum will stop a polar bear if that's what you're worried about, but I

always recommend a hunting calibre rifle, like a Winchester M70 or a

700. I want a Sig Sauer P226 X5 Tactical with a custom Hogue grip

and tritium sights.

And? A box of 9mm, 147 grain, V -crown, jacketed hollow point.

You read a book about guns as well?

Heard about them from a friend.

One for the helicopter pilot?

Did you used to play that game with your mum?

I've obviously never met my mum.

I think it's maybe just about over, Vincent.

What is?

The parasite infestation.

I think I might have purged it last night.

I have more and more visual information on each retina, not just light, dark.

I'm beginning to sense movement, too.

Really? Yes, really.

That's great.

I think that the parasite's malevolent influence has passed, and I'm now

beginning to experience the healing effect, same as Dan did, and I'm not

any violent urges at all.

It's the opposite, in fact. I feel calm and relaxed.

The happiest I've felt for ages, Vincent.

Light to the end of the tunnel.

That's it.

No, that's very well put. Of course, these are really digging into my wrist

quite painfully.

I mean, I'm not sure that they're completely 100 % necessary anymore.

No? No, I mean, we could keep them on.

I think it would be OK if you take them off.

Do you?

OK.

I think we'll keep them on.

OK.

No, that's OK.

But can I ask, are you actually maybe beginning to enjoy this a little bit?

What bit of this are you referring to?

This helplessness. My helplessness.

A helpless woman straps her bed in your basement.

Please, open wide. Yeah, exactly.

It's a bit sexual, isn't it? Natalie.

Pretend this doesn't turn you on.

Open your mouth and drink your soup. Or what, you'll give me a spanking.

Stop it.

Then... Untie me.

I'm not going to untie you. This isn't healthy.

You're bloody telling me it isn't. You know, anyone finds fear.

You're in such fucking trouble, you can't imagine.

How the fuck do you explain, hmm, having a woman all bonded up in your basement?

Dude, this was all your idea.

Do you think that's going to work?

Right now, my idea is that we end it, because...

Either it hasn't worked or I've changed my mind or whatever the fuck, but I'm

telling you now, my idea now is that you fucking let me go. I'm not going to let

you go. You fucking pervert.

All right, I think we're done here.

Didn't you fuck me?

I love chicken soup.

When I was delirious? No. I think you did. Well, I didn't.

Did you dream about it, though?

Stop it. Same thing.

Natalie. Wanked yourself off thinking about it.

You fucking pervert.

Fucking sleazy fuck.

You know what I thought? I thought this would be like Ulysses and the Sirens. He

can hardly resist their beautiful entreaties. He has to be strong.

Fuck you. Except the Sirens weren't a bunch of foul -mouthed, twisted fucking

psycho bitches.

Don't you go. Don't you fucking leave me here.

Put down the gun.

It's not a gun.

Whatever the fuck it is, put it down.

I'm not trying to get you drunk, but I'm going to have myself a drink.

Would you like to join me in a drink?

What happened to the black guy?

What happened to him?

He met me.

Don't fuck around.

Boyd Mulvihill.

He was my... He was my husband for the last nine years.

He was loving, sexy, smart, tough.

Been a doctor in the U .S. Marine Corps.

You nearly ended his life.

Then I did.

You killed him?

I've killed lots of people.

I was about to kill you.

Boyd was dying from his injuries.

I know you're a badly alcoholic right now.

But don't worry.

I can change that.

If you do the powder burn test, I can get started on Obie.

You're very cheerful.

Me?

No, I'm not.

You told me you were so terribly lonely because the only intimacy you ever had

was with dead people, remember?

Well, well.

Well, now you have a fucking orgy of death and intimacy in your mortuary with

three brand -new corpses.

Ingrid, what's wrong with you?

Why did you tell Lars to leave town?

Because Lars would have given them the names.

What names?

The ones who killed Governor Monk.

You want to protect the men who killed Monk? Killing him was justice.

And there was no other way justice would have ever found Erling Monk. You sound

like Dan.

Just like Dan.

Maybe Dan is what justice fucking sounds like. No, Petra. Madness is what Dan

sounds like. Am I the only one who can see that?

Dan has never been more sane.

You're only saying that because you're fucking him.

He has to be mad, huh?

What if there is some other explanation?

Explanation? What if Dan Anderson loves Petra Berrigan?

Loves you?

I owe my life to Dan.

Everybody does.

I surrender myself to him, Ingrid.

All the life around us flows from Dan.

You mean death. Petra, that's what's flowing.

All the life.

And all the love. I closed the door on loneliness when Dan came back.

Now, I am his because he is mine.

Why was I strung up like a pig?

Ready to be bled dry upside down in the dirt.

Keeps me alive.

What does?

A distillation of human cerebrospinal fluid.

It contains pluripotent stem cells.

Boyd Mulvihill.

Did he donate?

Yes.

Before he died.

Tell me about Freya.

What? What happened to her?

She was my wife.

Now she's gone?

Chlorosis happened to Freya.

Mortality within three years of diagnosis?

It happened a lot quicker than that.

I was so peachy last night.

And now look.

It's recent.

Something's going wrong.

What do you want?

Want?

Small town drunk.

Drinking and fighting.

Couldn't save Freya.

That's what you wanted.

That's right.

All you wanted.

Yes.

So what's left?

Nothing's left.

You want me.

You... You can have me.

Have you like Boyd had you?

Exactly like Boyd had me. And I'll end up like Boyd.

Undress for me.

Show me what you are.

Both of us.

Underneath everything.

Maybe I'll just shoot you in your fucking head and walk out of here and

into the real world.

Maybe you will.

Yeah.

Me neither.

Those refuse sacks might float when the tissues start to decompose and release

this gas.

Even if we weigh them down with change.

I think that I'm going to take it out the bag and wrap them in chicken mesh.

Chicken mesh?

Shrimp and crab.

Various scavenging antipodes that can strip the meat right off the bone.

Some particles might even be swallowed whole by Greenland shark.

Greenland shark? I never heard of a Greenland shark.

Boyd would like that.

Vincent? I'm so sorry. That was my fault.

I've got a lot on my mind.

Thank fuck you're not drunk.

Take the earplugs out your ears.

Huh?

Who is that? Vincent Rattray.

He's a scientist.

Better than shit. Used to be hooked up with that blonde girl, Natalie.

She went blind.

Yeah, some shit at work fucked her up.

What kind of shit fucked her up? She worked with that, uh, Dr. Kotri.

They worked together.

Let me out here.

What's going on?

Well, you take care of Boyd.

Then you go back to the house.

What the hell is going on?

Get on the fucking floor. You smashed my window.

Get on the fucking floor.

Face down now, you fucker.

Get on the floor. Don't be ridiculous.

Face down now with your fingers laced together behind the back of your head.

Back.

I'm marinating these for my dinner.

Yeah?

Butch this little fella the other day.

Been too busy to clean up the sink, Ingrid.

So shoot me.

I heard a woman scream.

There's no woman here.

Just you and me.

Lars would never shoot anyone.

That's what I thought too.

And Eric, he is broken and Danny's gone crazy.

It's your dad, isn't it?

What?

Your dad.

What about him?

That's what's really upsetting you.

He nearly ran me over.

When? Just now.

It's okay. It's okay.

Vincent.

I know. I heard something.

Vincent Rattray? Not authorized.

Natalie L. Burton?

Not authorized.

Please say your name.

Serendah Khatri?

confirmed the most significant reaction to the parasite infestation, with a

capacity to regenerate damaged tissue.

I observed this in the Elena Ledesma patient.

Removal of sections of her liver tissue was followed by complete regeneration of

the organ.

The cumulative effect of this surgery should have killed her, but it didn't.

died thereafter.

Also in Dan Anderson, after his crucifixion, his wounds healed.

But what of his mind?

Because at the same time as every subject experienced the benefit of

regeneration, it can be confirmed that in the majority, this was offset by a

psychological collapse, by a clearly observed confusion of memory, emotion

personality. A degeneration of human empathy which appeared to be

followed by a hideous descent into psychosis and psychopathy.

And as far as I was able to ascertain, in all cases this was irreversible and

resulted in a destruction of intellect and disintegration of personality,

finally manifest in a tragic pattern of confusion, delusion and self -deception.

But the worst, to my mind, the one subject who survived beyond an allotted

lifespan, finally endured an agonizing and catastrophic deliquescence.

A disintegration. A falling apart.

A horrible, unstoppable slide into agony and collapse of the component parts

that make us human, separate, and dissolve forever.

Freya, please leave a message.

Hey, kiddo.

I just wanted to say to you, anything

that's happening, anything going

on down here, I got

a chance to maybe make things right.

Six.

Hilder would cook while I made cocktails.

Last night, Ingeborg's body was taken from the mortuary. I think it was Dan

Anderson who took her. Why would he take her body?

I think he's completely mad.

Did Natalie have a parasite inside her?

Somebody please help!