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Aava? - He left... Toni.
He just left. It's cutting it too close.
Call him. - It's the last possible moment for it succeed.
Try to talk him into coming back.
I've tried calling him, he won't answer.
Have fucked even once? No!
We have only fought. "Go fuck your stalker."
You lost me. - Toni said that. He didn't feel like it.
Maybe the stalker is here and saw Toni disappear.
Maybe I deserve this. - Who's your coach?
You are.
I am.
There's nobody out there.
We will take care of this. Are you at the cabin? - No.
All right. I'll call you later.
Okay.
Hi.
TRUST - THE MAIN THING IN A RELATIONSHIP
Will that be all? - Yes.
Aava got a lot of disturbing fan mail.
The better she fared, the more mail she got.
Aava felt someone was following her.
And took her things. - Like what.
Underwear? - Nothing like that.
Personal items, but small and meaningless.
Hair scrunchies and such.
When you train mostly for the Olympic Games...
You're not in your right mind.
You have to give up so much.
What about that note you found in Aava's locker?
FUCKING WHORE! YOUR END IS NEAR!
Morning, sunshine.
Look! - Morning.
No place names marked on any of these maps.
Orienteering kind of maps, are they? They don't necessarily have...
Yeah, but look at this!
There's a lake, shaped like a hammer.
After the lake, I found everything else.
Every stream, the whole landscape.
The area they cover is in Murmansk, 70 km from Pechenga.
You see? Doesn't it look like buildings?
What else could they be? - And they're not small.
But they're not marked on any of the maps of the area.
Who has the power to wipe out manor-sized buildings from maps?
Exactly.
Let's fly to Murmansk. We'll rent a car from there.
I thought you wanted to go home. - This is the fastest way home.
But Nikander... - She told us to figure out the gun.
Now we're going to find out what it's been used for.
See you downstairs. 5 minutes.
Nikander.
I sent her a message that we're going to continue to Murmansk.
Oh, that's good.
Well, hello.
We're coming back in 2 days, Stenius and Sokolov, too.
Sokolov, Stenius' colleague? - Right.
We'll meet in Ivalo and decide how to proceed.
Don't do anything before that. Is that clear? - Got it.
Good. - Bye.
Well? - Yeah.
She said it's a good idea that we go and check out that place.
What's wrong now?
Marita is a monster. - What?
She won't let me play the horse game. - No, I won't.
We agreed on one hour a day, and you've played much more.
Right? - I didn't get to play yet.
You played all morning.
Hey, dad played all kinds of games.
On my phone and computer and anywhere.
I played way too much. - More than an hour a day.
Yes, I slipped, sometimes.
I have nothing to do.
Dad, you can be the horse.
Not first thing in the morning. - Until I get my hobbyhorse.
What's so important about the hobbyhorse?
When the murderer comes, I can ride to safety.
Hey! There's no murderer.
If mom can't catch them?
Mom catches all murderers, she's a good cop. I'm gonna make breakfast.
If there are many murderers? - Listen, Venla.
Nobody is coming to kill you.
No, when I have my hobby horse.
All right. And a guard dog.
A bit grumpy, still.
Good evening. I'd like to rent a car.
Something to fix up or something to drive? - Drive.
Yes, we have one. Here, come see.
I don't know its condition.
It should work. Barely.
Is it good? - I guess so.
This is the only one. - So it's good. Okay.
Yes. - Okay.
How much is it? - How much?
25 000 rubles. - 25 000.
Thank you. - Thanks!
It's a great idea.
Sorry?
Picking up mushrooms. Yeah.
In case we need an excuse to be wandering around in the woods.
Good idea.
I'll go get us something to wear. - Yes, please.
Let's go.
My dear guests, how are you today? - We're hungry! - Okay.
Yes! - Okay. Before the dinner, -
there is one special person I will introduce to you myself.
Gordon Merriman has been a member -
since the post-Soviet resurrection of our Order.
This year he has brought along his son Justin!
Death shall be their shepherd! Death shall be their shepherd!
Death shall be their shepherd!
No candidate will be a full member until he earns his first trophy.
To your health! - Cheers!
Garรงons! Now we can eat! - I'm hungry.
Bon Appetit!
Fuck this!
Try this.
If it fit.
My sister make it.
Number 7. Your number in Tampa Bay.
I don't know your sister, I don't know what any of this is.
If it fit.
They didn't ask me to try my suit.
You speak English. - If I want.
What is this place? Why are we here?
Gentlemen. For the first prey of the week, -
we have chosen a truly special treat for you.
Father Marco Belinelli.
A 42-year-old priest from Southern Italy.
Father Belinelli has been actively killing people for 20 years now.
Thanks to his family's connections, -
the local police and Interpol has been totally helpless.
His favorite type of victims are young children, -
especially boys. - Are you okay, son?
His favorite type of killing... - Yeah.
Is razorblades on waterslides. - Now you understand.
Are you calling Nikander? - No, my daughter.
She's at school, of course.
No markings of any big buildings in all of the province.
Unless we go back in time far enough.
Based on the 19th century maps, -
the skete of the Pechenga monastery, what means a side monastery, -
was built right about here.
The skete burned down in 1889.
The then abbot, Igumen Nazar, wasn't just your everyday abbot -
but the confessor of the Czar, Alexander III.
Hi, bunny. Hi, darling.
Mom is still on her work trip, remember?
Well, that's good. Yes.
So all is good there? Can you hear me?
Honey?
It was cut off. - The network. No connection.
We could turn back a bit if you want to finish your call.
No, everything was fine back home. It's okay, let's go.
Sorry.
Okay, we can't get any closer by car.
No roads marked on the map. Let's go.
We better get changed.
Happy now?
Yeah. You look sexy.
Let's go. It's 15 km beeline.
Better get going.
Let me out! Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me? Let me go!
Let me go!
What's going on here? - What are you doing to me?
Hey! - Where are you taking me? Let me go!
Where are you taking him? Hey!
Hey!
Hey!
You know what all this is.
Hey.
Hey!
I will never tell you. - Why?
You must know yourself. - Must know yourself...
Fuck this shit...
Shut the fuck up!
Two ridges... And if this is the other one...
Look!
Let's go.
Look there.
Yeah. - Stay behind, let me do the talking.
You can't come here!
We're just mushrooming.
Does someone know you're here? - My whole family.
Brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts and cousins.
It's my mother's birthday today, we came to pick mushrooms.
Family dinner, I'm sure you understand.
Show your baskets. - Of course.
Boleto mushrooms. See how grand?
Isn't this great?
My wife's basket is empty. She is lazy.
You have to go back. This is private.
I see. Thank you.
Honey, let's go.
Idiots.
See that?
Wonder why this fence is electrified.
Maybe the voltage is not enough to kill a human being.
Yeah.
I don't feel like trying. - Yes.
Hush. - What?
What the hell...
What? - Hey!
Hey!
Stop!
Aiuto. Help.
Italian.
Aiuto. Please. - Don't touch the fence!
They... Please, help me. Help me. You have to...
This is Kota. We have a killing at 69.191307. Over.
Put the gun down!
Put your guns down! Freeze!
Code white! - Don't move!
Guns down! Police! - Put the gun down! Now
Put the gun down. - Put the gun down NOW!
Don't you understand? Gun down! Police
I want my son to see this.
What the fuck is going on here?
Who are these two?
Stop! Hands up!
Drop the guns!
Detectives Kautsalo and Zujev.
I suppose you know what this is?
Yes, it's a human tailbone.
Who did you steal this from?
We found it from Judge Tretsky's home.
After his suicide. - Yes, sad.
He couldn't live with it anymore.
Fool. He should have been proud. - Proud?
Ordo Paritet hunts people here. We just saw it.
I'm not sure how much you know.
Sir... Okay, okay.
Our joint unit investigates the murders of four Russian citizens.
Four escort girls who were brutally murdered -
on the Finnish side of the border. The investigation lead us here.
It must be a mistake.
They all worked for a well-known criminal, Cevikovic.
Yes...
This criminal worked for us, yes.
But we cut ties with him some time ago.
I wanna show you something. Can I have my phone? The grey one.
Yeah.
Go to the photos.
The last escort girl, Irina, was killed five days ago in Finland.
There's a mugshot of her murderer there.
Father...
What's wrong with people?
It's not necessarily Polina.
What?
Are you out of your minds?
Are you still bringing prostitutes here? - No!
I just solved problems others left behind. - Really?
Our mission is to deliver justice through punishment.
Why this unnecessary blood?
It's just hormones. - Quiet!
Five days ago in Finland, Polina killed a woman who worked for us.
These people are messing with your head.
Who gave the order to kill? Not me.
Fedja, we're not murderers, not criminals.
Handle it with her. - It's been a tough week.
Take her out of my sight, I don't want to see her ever again.
Go now, hurry!
Polina, we have to go.
I was just following orders.
Well. That's that.
Miss Rotkova is no longer at our service.
Mr...? - Kurakin. Nikolai Kurakin.
Mr. Kurakin, we came to arrest that woman and that's just the beginning.
She's a murderer, you just told me.
And I'm ashamed.
She has to pay for her sins.
If you accept my apology...
I'd like to invite you both to a dinner tonight.
Nikolai...
We would love to accept.
However, our colleagues know exactly where we are.
I doubt there's enough room even at your table for our entire unit.
Your colleagues would never know where to find you, would they?
This place doesn't exist on maps.
One of our founding fathers, Czar Alexander III, made sure of it.
And don't forget about dinner. At 7.
What's a head?
Do you mean a head truck?
It's... It's the head of the truck.
And heart. Both.
A truck can basically tow anything. Even trash.
But the head leads the way to where it's supposed to go.
Whose head is it? - Many truckers have their own.
Do you? - Of course I do.
You're not a real trucker if you don't have a head of your own.
Now, sleep in your head.
Steer it to Sleepytown, okay?
Goodnight, darling.
Or...
I learned something when I was young.
Education was not wasted on you.
Well? How does it feel?
What? - To be a father.
It's scary. - What do you mean?
I'm afraid I'll screw this up, I always do, in everything.
You mean your gambling?
Gambling is just one way to screw up.
But a very efficient way.
Personally, I'd say drugs are not a bad way either.
How badly did you screw things up in Ivalo?
I lost everything.
Gambling debts, mostly. Or all of it.
So yes...
And I haven't paid all back, not even close.
So Nina is not totally wrong not to trust me.
Nina doesn't trust anyone right now.
And she's wrong there.
No one can lift a coin that doesn't have two sides to it.
Every coin has two sides, obviously.
Otherwise, it's not a true coin, but an illusion.
Power and responsibility.
Two sides of the same coin.
Every attempt to rip these two apart fails.
The holy duty of our Order -
will always be to protect those who can't protect themselves.
Late Father Belinelli -
had decided to focus his murderous appetite on innocent children.
Until our longtime member -
Uday Kotak stopped him today.
Thank you!
Death shall be their shepherd!
And the upright shall rule over them in the morning!
Geert Hammink.
Dutch career diplomat.
At the age of 48, Geert Hammink is well-liked -
and competent man in his field of work -
with a wife and two children.
In 2015, while posted in Bangkok, -
Geert Hammink runs over a 21-year-old woman.
The incident leads to her death.
Thanks to his diplomatic immunity, -
Hammink avoids all judicial proceedings.
He's transferred to Senegal.
Within a year from his arrival in Dakar, -
Hammink runs over a local schoolteacher there.
This leads the local police to start investigating -
Hammink's possible involvement in no less than three previous -
very similar incidents in Dakar area.
Hammink, once again, left the country.
He was stationed back home in Haag.
During the last three years, -
altogether seven young women have been run down -
in the suburbs near Haag.
The local police has been helpless, -
our own investigators, not so.
They have connected Hammink -
decidedly to at least three of these rundowns.
Let's take a short break. After, we will be serving desserts.
Bring some vodka, please.
The dress of my late wife didn't fit you, after all?
I figured you'd be about her size. - It was very pretty.
Thank you.
Why are we still alive?
All life is sacred.
You know, we are not murderers.
We run down murderers, just like police hunts them down.
Only we hunt murderers, who have never been brought to justice.
Just like Father Belinelli today. Or Mr. Hammink tomorrow.
If you gather new evidence, your duty is to hand it to police.
If the police and the judicial system ensured justice is carried out.
Nobody is saying the system is perfect.
Okay. Let me show you something.
Aaron Kosminski. Does the name ring any bells?
What about Jack the Ripper?
Did you ever wonder what happened to him?
The police didn't catch him, yet the murders just stopped.
Did the Ripper get bored of killing or did he repent?
This is my great grandfather Sergei, -
one of the founding fathers of Ordo Paritet -
on the final day of the first hunt in September 1889.
And this is Kosminski, aka Jack the Ripper.
No telling how many more poor women -
would have lost their lives in Victorian London.
Maybe it's a coincidence.
We employ a worldwide network of private detectives, -
researchers and lawyers.
We have people working in law enforcement all over the globe.
We are very precise.
Not a single innocent person has ever been gunned down here.
Nor ever will be.
I am no detective. I am a police officer.
What is it that you want from us?
Is your father proud of you? - That's none of your business, okay.
Okay? - Okay.
Okay.
I want you to admit that we are on the same side.
I want you to stay here as my guests.
And after seeing everything what we have discovered, -
I trust that by the end of this very week, -
you will want me to hand you a hunting rifle.
We are police.
You're bunch of rich hypocrites who mistake people for animals.
Can we please leave this place now?
I can't allow any more disturbances during this year's hunt.
So you will stay here as my guests until the end of the week.
After that, you may go as you please.
Is everything fine, sir? The wine...
When it comes to vintage, Feodor, -
your father's judgement is, as always, impeccable.
I'm glad to hear it.
When it comes to dinner companions, one might have cause for concern.
You know my father, he's so proud of Ordo and all our work.
The idea of a secret society, Feodor, is that it stays secret.
We were once closely related to the Czar family, -
so he thinks he will always be untouchable.
And you think he's wrong? - History proved him wrong.
He is my father. I love him.
It's not in my blood to doubt him.
So... To fathers!
Cheers!
Are you drunk? - No.
Two people, man and woman, trespassing...
Young sir Merriman? Is everything okay?
Help us.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
You nosey Russkie bastard. - I'm sorry, sir.
We thought we heard someone moving in the corridor.
Yeah, well I was smoking a joint.
Sir... - Can you fuck off? Can you... fuck off.
Sorry. - Thank you!
Thank you.
They will be guarding all the entrances.
Is there any other exit?
You're police, right? - Yeah.
If I tell you, will you take me with you?
No, no no. - I need you to take...
No, you're safer here, we'll come back!
We'll come back with reinforcements.
You don't even know what I...
Shhh! Hey, what's your name? What's your name?
What's your name? - It's Justin.
Great. I'm Viktor. I just wanted to say I saw you today.
I saw a good person today.
You know, when tomorrow's hunt comes, just say you're ill.
The flu? - Yeah.
To a man who is proud for never having taken a day of sick leave?
Never. - Justin.
Please.
Go upstairs.
There's an elevator in the back. It'll take you to the cellar.
Father took me down there to see the quarry.
In the furthest cell block, there's an exit.
Behind the guard's booth.
It'll take you to the backyard.
Thank you. - You come back.
Right?
Yeah. I promise.
Go!
Here. Everything you like.
Do you want something else? - Yes.
I want you to be a man, not daddy's little boy.
A real man.
Adult, independent.
A man who can make his decisions.
Stay here for a couple of days.
I'm returning to Moscow. - I need you here.
Your father can hear you.
He's an old, sick man.
At the end of the week he won't remember firing you.
Is that your solution?
Fucking hell.
Polina.
Listen, Fedja.
He needs to hear everything we planned for Ordo.
Yes.
You need to pick the right moment.
Damn it.
Hello?
I see. Fuck!
The cops knocked out our security and escaped.
Get up.
Let's go.
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