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Yes, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm just around the corner.

Look out!

Are you all right?

Are you okay?

- Should I call an ambulance?
- No, it's fine.

Tore Hund.

I really don't understand.
Excuse me.

BEFOREIGNERS

Go to hell!

Please don't contaminate my lab.

- Sorry. Old habit.
- You found something important?

When you sent me the video
of the woman,

I re-examined the results
of the autopsy.

- Okay, and...
- Our intern made a number of mistakes.

Intern? Why was
an intern handling this case?

We're hardly alone in making unorthodox
priorities due to lack of resources.

Okay. Can you confirm that she arrived
earlier than first presumed?

Yes, and not just that.
I found this inside her.

Our intern thought this was a cyst.

Maybe she swallowed
it in the water?

No, this was encapsulated
in the tissue.

It's been there for 20 years.
She must have swallowed it as a child.

- So she isn't a Prehistorian?
- No.

Despite her efforts to give a different
impression, she's of our time.

What kind of present day woman
would pose as a Stone Age person?

Ever since I was a boy,
I knew I was different.

While the others were playing
on computers and PlayStation,

I was in the garden, watching birds.

It wasn't until I went to
the Stone Age workshop that it clicked.

You're living a lie, they told me.

You're not Trond the tax auditor.
You are Tuk-Tuk the hunter.

- Welcome to us, Tuk-Tuk.
- Thank you!

BORN IN THE WRONG MILLENNIUM?

Please leave
your phones and computers here.

Many people here
are sensitive to electricity.

Okay...

Good.

Let's see. Right. Please.

Now...

We're investigating a homicide

where we suspect the victim has ties
to the trans-temporal community.

- How horrendous.
- Have you seen this woman before?

I need my glasses.

My eyes are not accustomed
to the colour photographs.

No.

I don't recognize her.
Is her trans-temporality confirmed?

We're awaiting results,
but we're quite sure.

In that case she's done a fantastic job
on her transformation.

How many people are
part of the trans-temporal community?

In this centre about 250...

Before dealing with the news
from the pathologist,

we have another pressing matter.

Jørn, things are happening
at the Mermaid?

Yes, I have been tailing the guy
who runs the club.

I was hoping Holger Caspersen
could lead us to persons of interest.

I'm concerned about the flight risk.
This footage was captured this morning.

- Is that diving equipment?
- Yes, among other things.

Some of it may be weapons.

Good job, Jørn.
What do you say, Lars?

I agree with Jørn.
We can't wait any longer.

- Is this your first armed assignment?
- My debut, yes.

There's a manual if you need info...

Relax. I've been trained
in weapons handling.

- I know how a revolver works.
- That's a pistol.

Don't take all of it! Do you think
I plan to transcend in a sober state?

Is it madness what we're doing here,
my friend?

To paraphrase the Roman slave
whose thoughts were free:

There is no genius
without a touch of madness.

Welcome to my "rite de passage".

In a Greek tavern I have recited
iambs and trochees with Lord Byron.

In the strobe lights of The Villa

I have danced the sneakers off
Justin Bieber and his troupe.

I have embraced
both of my time periods with passion.

Alas, this century
did not return my love.

I have thus decided, under the guidance
of Karl Otto Morgenstierne,

to return to my time of origin.

Karl Otto, do we have time
for my chanson d'adieu?

According to my calculations, a flash
will occur at the islet in a moment.

Farewell.

Police! Stay where you are!

You may start by telling us what you
know about the Tjuvholmen murder.

I was meant to be in Christiania
this evening. Not here.

What you planned to do today
is hopeless.

Listen. Everybody knows
it's impossible to go back in time.

Alfhildr...

Listen. This woman was murdered.

We believe someone
in your circle was behind it.

I want you to tell me everything
you know.

Under no circumstances

can I give you Navn (Name).

Damn straight you're giving
us a name!

- He'll crush me.
- Him? Is Navn a person?

Hello? Is Navn a person?

Hello?

What about the stuff he said about
Navn? Was that just nonsense?

I'll find out.

- Your weapon.
- What?

- Put it back in the cabinet.
- Yeah! Of course!

- I was going to put it back.
- Sure.

- Shit!
- What are you doing?

- Nothing! It just went off!
- Put it down right now!

Is everyone all right?

Oh, no!

It's probably just a small tear.

Wenche, take the weapon and bullet
to technical. We need to report it.

I told you giving the Viking
a license was a bad idea.

That's my workout for the day.

Hey, I'm sort of new at this.

How bad is that chemo stuff?

Look. This was taken
the day before I started treatment.

About five weeks ago.

This is me.

Urd Sighvatsdottir?

Urd?

I'll go straight for the jug today.

Long time, no see.

Who are you again?

Don't be like that.
Was it that bad last time?

Okay, maybe it wasn't
my best night.

But trust me,
I can do better.

Good to know. For the sake
of the other girls, I mean.

Wait!

You won't believe
who I ran into at the urinal yesterday.

- I thought you said "a few stitches"?
- It got a splint of the shinbone, too.

What kind of cop shoots
her colleague?

Shit!

- Whose is it?
- Dad.

Hey, let's bring one
for the next bus party.

Don't be silly.

There. Thank you. It's okay.

Hi.

- Come on in.
- What happened?

- I was shot in the leg.
- Jesus Christ!

- Who shot you?
- It was me.

- Alfhildr.
- Ingrid.

She's my new partner.

It was an accident, but I'm afraid
it's not looking good for dinner.

- I can make dinner.
- No, you've done enough damage.

Don't deny me this.
It's part of my culture.

Norse people always make food
for someone we've just shot.

Lars told me you're graduating
next year.

Yeah, it will be cool.

I'm kind of jealous.
That's the life, isn't it?

Bumming around in a car for months,
just dancing, drinking and shagging.

Maybe not exactly
how you should talk to teenage girls?

I can't see any girls here.

All I see is three vigorous women
and a sourpuss with a limp.

- Do you see any girls?
- No.

I don't see any girls at all, Lars.

I asked on some beforeigner forums
if anyone knew a person named Navn.

Did you find anything?

One of them had been
at a reception centre

who listed newcomers
as Navn Ukjent (Name Unknown).

Most changed their name later.
But some got used to the name,

and had it approved by the state.

- They're registered as Navn Ukjent?
- Apparently so.

I asked IT to find everyone
called Navn Ukjent in Oslo.

Good.

Hey, I have a personal question.

Sure, go on.

What is the Service's view
on sexual relations among colleagues?

Where are you going with this?

Relax, Haaland!
I'm not trying to get in your pants.

The thing is I've been messaging
with that harbour cop.

- Messaging?
- You know, MS-Es.

He sends a photo of his rod,
I answer with a shot of my cooter.

Don't send photos like
that to strangers.

If some morons want to have a good time
with my cooter shots, I don't care.

Well, that's a generous attitude.

What do you think?

Will I get in trouble with the Service
if I take this to the next level?

It wouldn't be considered
a breach of code as such.

But you're sceptical to the idea?

No, why would I be? No...

Do you two have a thing?

- No...
- So why are you blushing?

- I have to split.
- Thanks for dinner.

Thank you.

Sorry again for that.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Pretty similar. I'll give you that.

Skjalg was convinced it was him.

If Tore Hund was here,

do you really think he'd be working
as a fucking Foodie delivery guy?

There's only one way to find out.
I googled his address.

- It's not him, Urd.
- Very well, then.

I'll just go by myself. You can be
the flower girl at our wedding.

Is that supposed to be
his girlfriend?

At least we know it's not Tore.

He'd never go for
a droopy butt like that.

Come on. We have to make sure.

Bye, Dad!

Hi.

31.90.

I have one of those diaper cards.
This one is free.

We've switched owners,
so that's not valid anymore.

Don't be ridiculous.
I've stamped on it for weeks.

Sorry. Next.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Who are you?

You can't have forgotten us?

Sorry, I don't understand.

I lost my language as well
as my memory when I wandered.

What do you want?

We're just two Norse women

who saw an old acquaintance
and wanted to chat.

If you're from that society,
I'm not interested.

We're not from
some fucking Ásatrú society.

We're your shieldmaidens, Tore!

- My name is Tommy.
- No, you're Tore Hund.

Leader of the peasant army,
Destroyer of Olaf the Stout.

- Who are those women?
- Come on, this won't work.

Who are they?
Who are they, Tommy?

- Don't know. It's a misunderstanding.
- No, it's not.

Who are they, Tommy?

- Should I call the police?
- Won't be necessary. We're leaving.

- Calm down!
- This place ruins everything.

Do you remember how great
he once was?

It was a lot to take in.

We have to give him time.

Yes, if only there was time.

Why are you talking like that?

What the fuck?

You have cancer?

I guess that's what
they call that shit here.

- But you're getting treatment?
- I couldn't deal with it.

You have to treat cancer,
or you'll die.

That might be just as well.

Stop it.

We're shieldmaidens.

We were put on this earth to fight.

It doesn't matter if the battlefield is
a Bjarmaland marsh or a hospital bench.

- We fight until the end.
- I said I can't deal with it.

No one can go to war alone.

Next time I'll come with you.

Okay, shieldmaiden?

I can live with you shooting Haaland.
But the coffee maker?

Next time I'll make sure
the whole bullet hits Haaland.

Why is she here today?

Tech thinks the gun malfunctioned,
so she's on regular service.

I'm responsible for employee security.
We can't let a clearly incompetent...

- Watch your mouth!
- Or what? You'll shoot me, too?

Seven people in Oslo are registered as
Navn Ukjent. Mostly welfare recipients.

But one of them
is a wealthy Prehistorian.

Apart from a few fines for urinating,
his record is clean.

He lives with his wife
in a huge house in Holmenkollåsen.

His tax returns give few clear answers
to where his money comes from.

- Is that Gedi Suleyman?
- Yes.

CM has done a few private
security jobs for Navn and his wife.

SUCCESSFUL BEFOREIGNERS

HERE LIVES IDA CHARLOTTE J. UNKNOWN
AND NAME UNKNOWN

We're from Oslo police department.
Do you have time for a quick chat?

Right... We can wait if you want to...

I have busy-Ness, so if it doesn't
offend miss lady, let's to it-get.

Thanks. That's fine.

What do you will?

We're interested in your connection

to a private security firm
called CM Security.

Then this is short-talk.
I have no connection to that firm.

We found photos on your wife's blog
of an event in this house

where CM handled the security.

Maybe so.
My wife flies with many winds.

Two individuals from CM
were recently arrested

on the charge of kidnapping.

Gedi Suleyman and Vind Bjørnsen.

You deny any connection to them?

Yes.

When you've worked as a cop for a while
you develop what we call intuition.

I'm sure you're familiar with it,
living in harmony with nature.

Do you know what my intuition
is telling me right now?

That you're lying.

I'll give you one last chance
to state your role in the company.

My answer is solid.

Who are you?

I knew the woman
your people fished out of the sea.

We have a mutual interest
in exchanging information.

- Shy away from my grass, female.
- Listen to me...

Nobody comes to the Navn house and
commands what words his ears hear.

This jungle is not as simple as yours.

- I'm just asking for a conversation.
- Navn?

I'll suggest a safer meeting place.

Navn?

Can you look at some
carpet samples?

- I think we'll have to take the tram.
- I can drive.

You?

I've been practising with Gregers
in the Tesla.

- You have?
- Yeah.

What are you going to say
at the family council?

You realize my entire graduation
goes to shit if you don't back me up?

Let's focus on the driving.

Do you mind going in first?
I have to make a quick phone call.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.
I'm not quite used to this thing yet.

- What happened?
- Dad was shot.

- What?
- Shot?

It was just an accident. We're not
here to talk about me, are we?

Here's a footrest for you.

- Is that alright?
- Yes, thanks. Lovely.

The background for this session

is disagreement about
Ingrid's graduation celebration.

Yes, and the fact that Lars undermined
my parental authority, grossly.

Our experience is that it's useful to
speak to, not about other participants.

Lars, what do you think
about what Marie just said?

I'm here 'cause I think Ingrid deserves
a normal graduation celebration,

although she might have
an unusual family.

Make him stop
provoking me like that.

Marie? Do you remember miss Hjorth's
tip for how to address each other?

OK, I apologise.

It just feels like Lars
doesn't care at all anymore.

He did come here despite
having just been shot.

Isn't that a pretty clear sign
that he cares?

Sure, or...

I'm just worried
you're about to form a skewed picture.

Thanks for the input, but I trust
my ability to form a judgement.

I want to hear from Lars and Ingrid.

What are your thoughts
on this situation?

Yes, maybe I can...

We think the Russ celebration
is a part of the culture.

- This didn't make me feel much wiser.
- I found it surprisingly enlightening.

- I actually agree with Lars.
- Really?

One just has to marvel

at modern therapy's ability to make one
confront one's own archaic opinions.

Have you changed your mind?

Ms Hjort made me realise

that I may have been
too paternalistic your rite of passage.

Are we well served to put so much
emphasis on that woman's opinions?

She's very highly respected
in the field.

I suggest we pop by Grand.

Hi.

Relax. I won't freak out again.

- All I'm asking is to chat, Tore.
- Stop calling me that!

I guggled that guy.

Even if I don't remember,
I know I'm no commander.

Then how did you get
that scar on your back?

- I can't deal with this right now.
- Please try to remember.

There was a world better
than this one.

Alright. But that world
does not exist anymore.

You have to come.
Tore is in trouble.

- Foodie, this is Trine.
- Hi...

I'm calling from Oslo
police department.

I need information
about one of your employees.

I wasn't the one who led
them to him.

Skjalg must have
shot his mouth off again.

Hello? Did anyone order pizza?

Down here.

I don't understand.
Who are you?

Has the man lost his mind?

He's probably just got
some memory problems.

We are Olaf the Stout's men.

Nice to see you again,
Tore Hund.

Please...

I'm a family man from Romsås.

- I don't remember that stuff.
- Blood shall be repaid by blood.

It doesn't matter
if the blood remembers or not.

Don't do it!

Don't do it...

I have a sick daughter
who needs me.

Don't do it.

I have a sick daughter
who needs me.

Don't do it!

He's making me feel sick
with his whining.

Can we finish this
with the car instead?

Death to White Christ!

Are you sure this
is the right address?

Damn...
Do you think they got him?

Tell me more of this Tore Hund.

Every cloud has a silver lining,
isn't that what they say?

Looks like we have visitors.

Dirko's story was so peculiar
that I thought you had to hear it.

It's her.

- Where did you meet the victim?
- At "Le temps perdu".

- What is that?
- My styling studio.

We help transtemps appear
from the time they feel like.

And the woman was a guest
in this studio?

- Yes, a ten of calendar sheets ago.
- Did she give a name?

No, she hardly spoke. She brought
a note explaining what we should do.

- What was that, tattoos and stuff?
- Yes, and the cleansing package.

Cleansing package?

We remove everything
from the present.

Hair colour, tooth fillings.

Are you licensed to do dental work?

Could that be a problem
for Le temps perdu?

No.

Can you think of anything else?
Anything could mean something.

A guy who called and pried
about the lady some days later.

He asked questions about her.

Did he give a name?

From his accent,
he seemed like a Prehistorian.

He called himself Navn
or something.

End of episode 3