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Stand by.

And action!

It took 17 years to revise
the biotechnology act

and achieve a vital modernization
of the law.

Now we can take the lead. Define how
our industry should be developed.

And I think it's crucial that we are
mindful of the new directions,

new strategies,
and new perspectives.

Although they might
seem controversial.

And that we also speak to
controversial figures in the field.

Nicolas Jones from BlueSeeds.
Welcome!

Thank you, Tove.
It's great to be here.

Good to have you here.

Your company is the world's
fastest growing fertility brand.

You're investing heavily in
technology.

You're also buying up half
of Europe these days.

I'd like to hear: How do you
picture the future for the industry?

Do we all have to sell out
and become part of BlueSeeds?

Good question.
Absolutely, yes.

No, I'm joking.

Here's what I would say, and this
does apply particularly to Norway:

It will be more difficult to
survive as an independent clinic.

Because the industry is
more dependent on shared information.

Obviously, you don't share
information with the competition.

Even here, in lovely,

friendly,
socially-democratic Norway.

Thank you very much.

The future of assisted reproduction
is clearly AI. Would you agree?

Okay, then you and I,
we have a problem.

Because I think the term
"artificial intelligence,"

in the minds of the public,

what do they think of?
Alien.

No really, they think of
Terminator, of Blade Runner.

They think of something
that is maybe out of control.

Something that is taking over.

Makes me think of
Edward Scissorhands.

That's a bit odd. But clearly we
need to change the public perception.

To help people understand that AI has
nothing to do with losing control.

It helps us gain control,
make better decisions.

Because it's getting better than us
at interpreting our own data.

-Big data?
-Absolutely.

Which is, going back to what I said
earlier, why we need to share data.

More data equals smarter machines,

equals better and better decisions.

I think this is how we solve the
remaining mysteries of Mother Nature.

-You want to outsmart Mother Nature?
-Don't you?

Some of us think that our job
is to assist Mother Nature.

Yes, I agree.

I suppose I don't have
a problem with helping her.

Maybe speeding things up.

After all, evolution
does take literally forever.

There isn't enough space on
the memory stick, Trond. I can't...

I can't copy the whole folder.

Do I have to copy
the pictures one by one?

Yeah, okay.

No, that's not it.

So I don't have to delete
anything that's...

No, I'm not angry.

Yeah, thanks.

Okay, bye.

What do you want to achieve?

What I want?

-I want that to stop happening.
-Okay.

Okay what? Don't give me that look.
I've made up my mind.

Who has died? Who has suffered?
Who has lost all their money

because Bien did
the things you've described?

Before you fuck up your life
over some principle...

Why do you make having
principles sound ridiculous?

Because it is.

The world isn't made
for people with principles.

Nobody understands the concept.
We all want to have it all.

-So what do you want?
-Why do I have to want something?

I want there to be consequences.

-I understand what you're thinking.
-Okay?

I want it to work out for people who
do the right thing, but it doesn't.

So you just give up?

Remember that woman who exposed
the hospital waiting list scandal?

People who had cancer were
never even told they had it.

The case you lost.

I'd say there weren't two sides
to that case, only the right one.

-I agree.
-Today she runs a village hobby shop.

Is that what you want?

Do you want to hurt them?
Is that it?

Is that what you think?
No, I don't want to hurt them.

I don't want to hurt anyone. I want
to lead a cutting-edge laboratory

that sticks more to the book. Where
one and one is two, not fourteen.

Great!
You know what you want.

So now the question is:

How do you plan to achieve it?

All those years I dreamt of having

a child of my own.

I never,
not for a single moment

thought that would have anything
to do with Renate's genes.

But can't you...

Manipulate it
so that it becomes mostly Bjørn?

Who do you think I am?
Frankenstein?

-Kind of.
-No, I'm not.

I'm sorry.

But this is too much.

-Can they really ask this of you?
-I can't say no.

It will still be 50 % Bjørn.

But whose child will it be?

-Sorry.
-Nobody's talked about that.

This is just so crazy.

I thought we could do it here.
Have a seat.

-Can I get you anything? Coffee? Tea?
-No thanks.

Elin has asked me to moderate.
I think that's a good idea.

I'm sure we all have many
thoughts and feelings.

You're considering unorthodox steps
to find a donor for Stella.

And the nature of this case makes it
vital to agree on the framework.

Bjørn, would you like to start?

What do you think?

Well,

this was my idea.

It's the only way to save Stella.

Other ways are illegal or...

I'm not going to be
a surrogate mother.

Let's make that clear.

I won't do it.

With all due respect.

Who here expects me to

bear a child,
only to give it away?

This isn't about you.

Don't you get it?

-Not about you wanting a child.
-I know that.

-Think I would have used your genes?
-My genes and Bjørn's.

I know it's hard to bear a child.
I've done it myself.

You can't ask me to do that.

You can't expect this of me.
Not after everything...

We're talking about
a full sibling here.

A full genetic sibling.

I think that's a perspective
we must keep in mind.

Another issue is

who among us
is actually married,

and might want a child together.

-Like Bjørn is excited about that.
-Stop it! What the hell?

Let's try to keep a civil tone.

All of us.

I think Stella deserves
that we do everything we can.

I feel I'm doing a lot.

And if you want to do
the same, Renate,

maybe you should agree to
only be the egg donor.

I've said I'll do everything I can.

-But I want to be the child's mother.
-This is blackmail.

End of discussion! If there is a
child, I want to be the mother.

-There's no other way.
-Bjørn?

-It's only fair.
-"Fair"?

You expect me to take a child
Elin has borne? We have a child.

-We're trying to save Stella.
-Yeah.

I doubt you can have a child anyway.

That's enough!

But you want me to try?
You want me to

bear a child that can save Stella?

See what happens if you don't.
See what you're left with then!

She'll get used to the idea.

At least we came to an arrangement.

"An arrangement"?

You think this is an arrangement?

I've never felt so mean
in my whole life.

The fact that I have to fight
for ownership of a child

everyone knows
I'm desperate for...

I'm sorry.

Don't you give a shit about me,
as long as Stella's okay?

What about the other child?

What's the deal, anyway?

-Are we in this together or not?
-Of course.

Then be my husband!

Elin?

Thank you.

-You're talking about gene editing?
-I am, yes.

And I know this is something we
disagree about. A delicate subject.

But let's be really honest.

You and I are in the business
of creating future generations.

And I think we owe it to them

to be ambitious on their behalf.

I think it's a moral obligation.

The idea probably felt a bit odd
at first. For you, with the donor.

Yeah.

I freaked out, basically.

I thought it was very difficult.
I felt I'd been replaced.

It was also hard

not to have any biological
connection with the child.

I understand.

But we simply ended up choosing one.
A completely random guy.

And we don't give a shit about
who he is or what he can do.

We're not interested in tracing
anything back to him.

If he's good at football or
something, we might take some credit.

You'll get all the credit
if that kid can play football.

-Was that a bad joke?
-Sorry, I just have to take this.

Give me a minute.

-What?
-You think she's tired of us?

-Yeah.
-Don't you?

I would be sick and tired of us.

-Have you talked to CC?
-No, not yet.

It's been really busy here.

What are you waiting for? Do it!
We have to get started.

...to the industry here in Norway.

It will be more difficult to survive
as a small, independent clinic.

Because the industry
is becoming increasingly...

I need to speak with you.

"I. My. Me."

"I want to."

"I shall."

"I need."

So yeah, I think that's going to
be one of the issues the industry...

Hey.

Thank you, dancers.
Prepare.

Darling.

Is that rehearsal?

I'm just trying to watch
and learn the movements.

You don't have to.

You're a quick learner.

I'd rather you watch something
that makes you happy.

Let's look at you,
when you danced on the roof.

Who's that?

Me.

Hey.

Hey...

Honey.

Stella.

No, I'm joking.

Here's what I would say, and I think
this applies particularly to Norway:

It's going to be more difficult to
survive as an independent clinic.

Because the industry is increasingly
dependent on shared information.

Obviously, you don't share
information with the competition.

Even here, in lovely,

friendly,
socially-democratic Norway.

All the way to the end.

What's that?

Our new Cellbox cabinet.

I emptied the business account,
took out a small loan.

And you know what?
I think I deserve it.

Let me help you.

Thank you.

I really need to talk to you.

About Stella.

I know I can't ask for
any more favors now, but...

I want to do a PGD,
or a tissue typing.

IVF with Renate's eggs
and Bjørn's sperm.

I will bear the child.

It will be my child.

It will be a donor for Stella.

So it will be a surrogacy process.

It's the only way
to make her well.

And the Norwegian health service
can follow her up.

We can cure her.

Without all the millions
we don't have.

I want you to help me.

You've always been a loose cannon,
but this is completely...

Renate got her period today.

I need to know now.
We start tomorrow.

Do we?

I've signed the contract.

I don't trust you.

Morten?

Could you write something down
for me?

Lilly?

Elin?

Okay, listen up.

"I, Elin Merete Moe..."

You can't be serious!

-"I..."
-"Elin Merete Moe..."

Yes?

"...grant Carl Christian Larsen

authority
to negotiate the sale of Bien

to an international corporation."

"I agree that Carl Christian Larsen
may use part of the profits..."

No, no.

"His share of the profits."

"...his share of the profits to
create a research department

for which he will be responsible."

-I'm a bit confused.
-Just write.

"The terms of this department,
financial operations, and affiliation

with Bien
and Bien's potential new owners

will be the subject of further
negotiations between the parties."

Period.

"I confirm that I am of sound mind."

What's wrong with you?

"And that the sale is entered into

voluntarily."

Period.

-Shall I print it out?
-Yes.

The mood seems a bit tense.
Why don't we set up a meeting?

-No, it's okay.
-What's going on?

CC and I are entering into
an agreement.

-With witnesses.
-You mean us?

Make me head of the laboratory.

I'll blow the whistle if
you keep bending the rules.

I can document everything.

Fire me, and I'll sue.

No village hobby shop for me.

And when I say head,
I mean head.

The real head.

Everything that happens in this lab
must be signed off by me.

Right.
That's...

That's all.

Okay.

Want to make a note of that as well?

There.
I've written down

how much you need to take.

Use this.

Does it go all the way in?

Yes, attach one of these each time.

Then throw it away
and take a new one.

Just insert it at an angle
into the fatty tissue.

You can't hit anything you shouldn't.

No.

Want me to do it for you?

Yeah.

It's okay.
I'm happy to do it.

I can't look.

Okay, breathe.

You'll feel a tiny jab.

There.

Are you alright?

Just call me if...

If you want me to help you with it.

Thanks.

Everything will work out.

Yeah.

It has to.

-Where are you going?
-Just taking Bacon for a walk.

-I can go with you.
-No, you don't need to.

-Have I blown it?
-I'm going to do everything I can.

-Regardless of you and me.
-That's not why I'm asking.

I want to know if we'll survive.

You and I.

I don't know if I dare hope
there's room for me

with you.

I know that Stella is most important,
and that she comes first.

That goes without saying.

But it still hurts.

To just be so...

So obviously less important.

I love you.

You have to believe me.

I love you.

There!
Take that!

Where are you going, huh?

Where are you going?

-I always fall.
-There!

Yeah!

Happy now?

You should feel sorry for me.
I'm sick.

How soft do you think I am?

You inherited it from your father?

Yeah, well...
We both did, sort of.

My father likes her better than me,

so he wouldn't let me have it
unless she was an equal partner.

And of course
the patients like me much better.

Yeah, of course they do.

-That's cute.
-No, it's vulgar.

-Elin thinks it's vulgar.
-No, arrogant.

"We want the plants
to grow sideways now."

There's something I'd really
like to show you, Nicolas.

I just had an idea
inspired by the Cellbox.

I've felt this prickling in my
stomach.

What does that mean?

Just give me two minutes, okay?
Wait here.

That was stressful.

My English isn't good,
and when he speaks that fast...

I'm sure it went okay.
Just take a deep breath.

Renate, Stella's mom is here.

With everything that's going on,
she's nervous.

Her mother died of cervical cancer.
Now she thinks she has it.

I thought I'd give her a check-up.
To calm the situation down.

-I understand.
-Right.

I should send her to her own doctor,

but she'd be reassured
if I take a look.

-Of course.
-Fine.

I just need one more of these.

Look here.

This is an egg follicle.

And that's an egg follicle.

I'm just so scared
I'm not good enough.

That it'll end here.

It'll be fine.

Your measurements
are perfectly normal.

We plan to retrieve them
on Wednesday.

-How many?
-Maybe seven.

Eight or nine, if we're lucky.

Is it suddenly okay, now?

-BlueSeeds.
-Of course not.

-Why not?
-We've built a business that works.

A place where people love to be.
I don't see why you would gamble it.

-Will it be that bad?
-Of course it will.

They keep saying we're too small,
or too few.

Notice how Nicolas
keeps checking the floorboards?

"There's a creak here."

They even asked how old Morten is.

Of course it's not okay.

If they fire Morten,

I don't know what I'll do.

But I gave you power of attorney.
You forced me, to be honest.

-Did I?
-Yeah, you won.

-Good job.
-Thanks.

Tie this around your waist.

This is so awkward.

I'll give you a nice little dose
of morphine.

It'll be like a little party.

With mood lighting.

-It won't take long.
-Easy for you to say.

Relax your hand.

There, that's it.

Feel free to sit down, Bjørn.

Thanks.

There.

-Ready?
-Yes.

There.

Is that for Stella?
She just fell asleep. I can take it.

There.

We need your blood to see if
it matches the embryos.

And that's a secret.

Okay?

Will Stella's blood be
in the same shipment?

I don't dare
calculate the probability.

The chance of a match
for full siblings

is 30%.

We have five potential siblings.

You sound optimistic.

I'm a realist.

That's what pessimists
like to call themselves.

You're amazing.

Friday's dirty joke,
the musical version.

We have two.

I'll call Bjørn.

Thank you.

I love you.
Talk to you later.

Huh?
No way!

It worked.

It worked!

When it comes to the eggs,
there's no rush.

They're safe in the freezer.

We can retrieve them
when Elin is...

Ripe, so to speak.

I could have done that part myself.

Sure, but now I'm into it.

We should consider
progesterone support.

-What have you used?
-Cyclogest.

To improve the lining of the womb

so it's easier for the egg to stick.

Okay.

What's that?

Where exactly are you in your cycle?

I don't know.

I've been off
since the last round of hormones.

Shit.

I'll do it.

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