All language subtitles for Furia - S01E03 - Words matter.en

There's no messages.

He would have sent me one
if he disagreed.

Then they should be on their way.

Just wait here.

Listen to me.

No, no, no. Is that understood?

This is not the point.

If it's an old woman
or a red devil, it doesn't matter.

That's how this will work.

What the fuck am I doing here?

There are a few things
we have to clarify.

I don't know who you are.

Now that Bjørn passed away,
it's a new situation.

We're under a new pressure.

And we have to look
at different roles.

Your role, for instance.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

YOU ARE INVITED
TO LINNEA'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Hello?

Siem has leaked your name
and a picture of you.

-Are you sure it was Siem?
-Yes, dead sure.

He's not a good guy.

There's a blurred picture of you
in Norway's biggest online newspaper.

They don't use your real name, but
don't give them more to write about.

If your name is leaked,

it's a short fucking road
to the Russian mob.

You don't have anything concrete?

Ziminov could have sent people
we don't know, by train or car.

Stay in Vestvik,

live like normal,
and stay the fuck out of trouble.

UNKNOWN PAST

Man is undoubtedly...

the most evil of all beings.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm no nihilist.

I know we also have the capacity
for unbelievable goodness.

When we are talking about goodness,
women stand out.

But when it comes to the capacity
for brutality, we talk about men.

Yeah, I wouldn't disagree.

I was in Afghanistan.
German special forces.

And we had of course
no women in our unit.

We never had it in KSK.

But alas,

we got responsibility
for a female soldier

because she got lost
by her troop from an...

allied so-called "liberal" country.

And on our way back to the base,
we walked into an ambush.

And we were forced to torture a man

to show us an escape route
out of the mountains.

It wasn't something I wanted to do.

But it was him or us.

The woman's behavior in that
situation put us all in grave danger.

Sometimes you have
to be absolutely ruthless.

You don't know anything about me.

I've kept an eye on your writing
since Cato recommended it to me.

You wouldn't even be here if
it weren't for what you've written.

You write about the threat
to our Christian culture.

You say a religious war is coming.

We will be forced to fight,
to be warriors.

So?

Well, I can't see that in you.

Where would this hatred come from?

I had a boyfriend.

I was very much in love.

He was very sure of his opinions.

I admired him.

His strength, but also his head.

And...

like five years ago,

we were going to Gothenburg
to an anti-immigration rally.

And we were going
to this after-party

when we were surrounded
by a gang of Pakis.

And it wasn't so much
what they did to me,

it was more what they did to Lars.

And afterwards...

when Lars was just
lying there, shaking...

When I looked into his eyes,
I knew it was over.

They made him into something else.

And they turned everything
that I believed in

into something ridiculous.

And you know what?
Today I'm actually thankful.

Because it made me wake up.

And I think
my writing changed accordingly.

Where in Gothenburg were you?

We were cutting through
Keillers Park.

Are you familiar with Gothenburg?

Hisingen Island?

We want to do big things.

Things no one can imagine.

To change the world.

Tomorrow...

we must see
you have what it takes.

Hey, what do you say we go
visit Uncle Bjørnar in Oslo?

Why?

You know he loves when we visit.
Especially you.

Yeah, but it's
Linnea's birthday party today.

Right.

I forgot.

How could I forget that?

Why have you packed our bags?

What do you mean?

Our bags.

Why have you packed them?

I was just thinking...

It was in case you wanted
to take a trip.

Eat chips, listen to music
and just drive a little.

You said we were going to stay here.

We are.

No problem.

-It'll be nice. Hello.
-Hi.

Where are you?

At home with my daughter.

Kjetil is dead.

I need you to get down there
and find out what happened.

Yeah, but like I said,
I'm at home with my kid now, alone,

so maybe Ragna could
take care of that?

I can't get a hold of her,
and now this guy turns up dead.

I need you to go down there.

What do you think's going on?

That's what I'm trying to find out.

-Hey.
-Hi.

I know we're a bit early.

I thought I had lost track
of the time.

No, it's us.

I've got a situation at work,
so if it's okay, it would be...

Hi. Just go up to Linnea.
She's in her room.

I'm sure she'll be glad
for an early visit.

-Bye, Dad.
-Bye. Have fun.

Thank you so much.

Hi.

Hi. Up here you don't need to work
on your days off, you know.

-Right.
-Right.

Do you have any theories?

Well, we can't know for sure,

but it looks like he was drunk
and fell asleep, and then he drowned.

-Weren't you here last night?
-Yeah, I ate dinner here.

We had a few drinks,
and then I went home.

Then one of those rascals sat
and drank with him till...

What time did you pick him up?
Around 12?

-He wanted to keep drinking.
-He was wasted.

So there's no sign
of anyone else being here, then.

No, at least not while I was here.

No.

He was in a bloody dark mood, but...

I don't think he did this on purpose.

I think this is just
a tragic accident.

I just wanted to check.

They're saying he was drunk
and drowned. In a Jacuzzi.

I don't believe that for a second.

And Ole leaving
before his brother is even buried.

Oh, he's left?

Bjørn's wife said they've gone
to France to climb.

Yeah, and Siem is standing there,
lying, calling it an accident,

and then he's going
to write the report.

We'll get back to that
when we're done here.

He leaked my identity.

To journalists in Oslo.

He did that, personally.

We have more
important stuff to deal with.

It may seem a bit vague that we're
being chased by the Russian mob,

but this is completely real to us.
You have read about me, right?

We have been hiding
for three fucking years,

and now I feel...
I honestly feel that...

You feel what?
That you have a corrupt boss?

It's not exactly in the top ten
on my list of priorities right now.

We haven't heard from Ragna.
We don't even know if she's alive.

You don't care about me.

But I don't care about you either.

Trust me.

I care about my daughter.

I only care about my daughter.

I just have to go to the restroom.

I'll have to call you back.
Speak to you soon. Bye.

-Police emergency, how can I help?
-Code 47.

Right. One moment.

-Inger.
-Where are you?

We're heading to Oslo.

Ole killed Kjetil. He drowned him.
There was nothing I could do.

-Is it just you and Ole?
-No, there's another guy.

I don't know his name.

Fuck. He's German,
from East Germany.

Former special forces.
He's been in Afghanistan.

He said something about doing big,
unimaginable things

to change the world.

"That they need to know," he said.

And I don't know if it's in Norway.

Either way, just stay away.

-But Ragna...
-No. No matter what.

Don't do anything until I say so,
or we'll never find Cato.

They also said, "It doesn't matter
if it's an old lady or a red devil."

I didn't understand anything.
I have to go.

She's alive. Pack our stuff.
She's on her way to Oslo.

We didn't know
she was already on the move.

Yes, I'll keep you posted.

She's in control.
This won't be another Gothenburg.

No, but we'll have...

-Hello?
-Can you run a license plate for me?

Sure.

What's the number?

SN 57395.

Ford Transit.
From Oslo Rental Services.

Thanks.

Hi.

Hey, Michelle.

We have to go now.

-Why?
-We'll talk about it later. Come.

-But we haven't even eaten cake yet.
-I'm sorry.

-Do you want a piece of cake to go?
-No, we don't have time.

We have to hurry.

Why did we park here?

Yes, it's a bit weird,
but things are a bit weird now.

Okay.

You know I asked you if we should go
to Oslo, to visit Uncle Bjørnar?

And now we actually have to.

Why?

Are we in trouble?

No.

And you know why?

Because we're smart.

You and me.

I'll go get our bags,
and then we're leaving.

Michelle.

Dad. Dots.

Wait here.

-I just have to leave a message.
-Wait.

I'll be right back.
Don't be scared. It'll be fine.

I've gotten myself one of these,
so now I'll be a supercop too.

I just had to get you out of here.

You'll be fine, Asgeir.

You'll be fine.

Come.

We're going to get a new car.

We'll drive a real police car.

-Why?
-Because it's smart. Come.

Come with me.

This is the target.

Mamoud Ashanti.

Leader of the Youth Labor Party.

He's popular, but edgy.

An idol for those
who support multiculturalism.

Some call him the Red Devil.

Now listen.
This is how we will do it.

DIVERSITY! NOT NAIVETY!

When you get the signal,
you start walking.

You cross Karl Johan,

then all the way
to their rally, here.

You'll make your way
through the crowd in the front.

When Mamoud has finished
his speech,

he'll be walking off stage,
probably at the back,

to head
for the party's headquarter.

We have more shooters in the area,
but if he happens to come your way,

then you shoot him.

Do you have a problem with that?

What will that achieve?

You'll light a match,
and we'll have more matches.

You have to remember we're at war.
He's the enemy.

We have different roles to play.

This is your moment of truth.

Just do as he says.

Right after what happened in Oslo
in the Government Quarter,

there were reports of shooting.

We don't know how many have been
killed by the terrorist at Utøya.

The man was dressed as a policeman
and started shooting.

Five people have
allegedly been shot.

Hello!

Does anyone need help?

A total of 69 people were killed
during the shooting at Utøya.

Most of them young activists.

Ruining the building
that houses the offices of...

It has to be one of the worst terror
attacks in Europe in modern history.

-Are we going to copy him?
-Of course not. He was a moron.

A narcissistic poser.

He also wanted to kill
the leader of the youth party.

But we're not like that.

We're different.

Listen carefully and follow
all instructions you get.

Be ready if he comes your way.

Remember that we have
more shooters there.

-Are unsure of anything?
-No.

Ever since
our youth party was formed,

the idea that people should help
each other has been our foundation.

Some are sick of the word
and say it's old-fashioned,

but I believe that there's one word
we must never forget: solidarity.

Since we're talking about words...

Last week,
someone called me a red devil.

A so-called journalist from
a so-called respectable medium.

And it sparked a debate.

And the words are repeated
and repeated.

Two words meant to create fear.

Meant to divide.

Some say they're just words.

Others say they wouldn't use
exactly those words.

But we know.

We know that words carry meaning.

You can hear us both.
Don't do anything until you're told.

And I am in position.

And there are people
who are attracted by that,

who think it's something
everyone has to put up with,

and who cultivate everything
in silos and echo chambers.

Why is it always either color

or religion
or both with these people?

You are not alone.
That's not just a comfort.

It's just as much a battle cry.

In the fight for community.

For hope of a better future.
Against those who create fear...

Don't look at Ole. Focus.

...and spread hate against those who
are different, who feel different.

We know better than any
other youth party in the world

that words have consequences.

They can aggravate.

Words can radicalize.
Words can create hate.

A decade has gone
since 77 people were killed...

by a monster created by words
that didn't meet resistance.

Have the words gotten any milder?

Have we seen less
right-wing extremism in our country?

In Europe? In the US?

We can't wait for someone else
to turn this around for us.

We have to do it ourselves.

Get into position.

This election is about fighting
for our words,

not silencing others...

Get out!

Follow the leader. Hurry.

He's getting away.
Everyone hurry. Hurry.

Just follow the leader.
Don't look for others!

Everyone, get closer.

Get closer.

Come on, get closer.

Stop it now, she will be exposed.

Stop now. Abort.

Pull back.

-What happened?
-A smoke grenade went off.

-Do they know who did it?
-No.

They're testing her limits.

-Take it easy.
-What the fuck?

-It was just a test.
-Of what?

After Bjørn, some people were afraid
I was on the police's radar.

But now we know I'm not.
And we got to test you too.

-It was a fucking stupid idea.
-Listen.

We were in control the whole time.

I told you. We're not narcissists.
We're not posers.

Look, take this.

Only use it
to communicate with us.

Do you have a friend
you can stay with tonight? Good.

We'll talk tomorrow. I just have
to clean up at the warehouse.

Excuse me?

I've lost my phone
and my wallet.

Could I borrow
your phone to call my husband?

-Sure, okay.
-Thank you.

Code 47.

I'm on the inside now.

They just wanted to test me.

Do you know more
about what the real target is?

Ole says there are information silos,
so he can't tell me.

But they've said
I'll get to meet Cato,

so once I get close to him,
we're going in.

Can I go home?

I've already set up surveillance
there in case you're being followed.

Thanks.

They'll be happy to see you.

I don't know about that.

They think I've let them down
and fled the country, so...

I'll leave messages in the Furia blog
if I can get a new laptop.

We're finally
going to take them down.

THE GABRIELSEN FAMILY

Who is it?

What...

What the hell
are you doing here, Ellen?

I got a sudden meeting in London,
so I thought I could swing by Oslo.

-Can I come in, or are you just...
-Give me a hug.

Hi.

It's a bit of a mess here.

I think about her too. All the time.

Yes.

Dad hasn't changed anything here.

I agree with him, actually.

And he likes to hang up
all my paintings.

Well, so how's
that business life of yours?

It's fine.

Corporate law.

So that's what you studied law for.

I mean, you had the right ideas.
And you were a bloody good writer.

Don't start complaining
about that again, Dad.

-Come on, help me up.
-Sure.

I'm going down to the water.

Isn't it a bit cold, Dad?

Not in this weather.

Showing off.

Your sister nearly drowned out there.

Do you remember?

Yes. We sat here, drinking juice,
and didn't notice a thing.

Then all of a sudden you got up
and sprinted down to the water.

You dived in,
with clothes on and everything.

What do the doctors say?

Vascular dementia.

Soon he won't
remember our names, and... Yeah.

What is it you do in Singapore?
When you don't answer your phone?

I can't talk about it, Tarje.

I'll tell you everything
once it's over. I just...

-That doesn't sound good.
-I'll do this one job, and then...

Then I'll come home and help you.

You've been gone for...

How many years?

And then you're going to come back
when he's in a nursing home?

What kind of life
do you think I wanted?

You should've stayed in Vestvik.

If PST and I were going to help you,
you should have stuck it out.

Then we'd have a deal...

They've been in my fucking house.
That changes everything.

You're going to give me a new life.
End of discussion.

You lied.

I'm so sorry, Michelle.
I'm really sorry.

You have killed someone.

It's going to be okay. I promise.

I'll fix this.

Hi.

You want coffee?

Sure.

I'm just picking up my pastries,
and off we go.

Look.

-A prank?
-Yeah. It worked well.

-I still don't get it.
-No, but you will.

What if they'd caught me?

We would know they were on to us,
and they would've caught me too.

Come on, let's go. Follow my car.

Where are we going?

To change the world, of course.

Bye.

SWEDEN

Subtitles: Aleksander Kerr
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