Fortitude

An exchange would be made in return for information.

What do you have to give that I could possibly want?

- Oslo have made Markus-- - He's our new governor.

Are you all happy letting the town drunk

just wander around shooting a hunting rifle?

He is not the town drunk!

Hey, man. I got you. Whoa!

You're in good hands.

My husband has done this before.

Do you want me, Boyd?

The parasites, wasps, larvae, they're dead and gone.

A single specimen was preserved in cryogenic suspension.

I can't believe this.

They didn't get on a plane, they're still here.

- Lars? - Morning, Mr Ulvinaune.

There.

Out there. See 50 metres below the escarpment?

- Yeah. Yeah, it's a rotor blade. - From a helicopter.

- Uh-uh. - That's it.

Every last thing you need, baby.

Look, the reason Khatri's body isn't in the wreckage

is because Spindoe did what I told her to do.

Which was to throw her body a thousand feet over the glacier.

Yeah, so where's the files, uh?

Somebody's been here recently, been into the wreckage.

Now whoever it was took all the files, took all the hard drives.

- All of Khatri's research. - Who?

Baby, I don't know who.

Well, we lost it, Boyd.

We lost it. All her work, everything. We lost it.

Look, they had their orders.

Get rid of Khatri and bring the files to you.

They had their orders, Elsa.

Khatri was in the chopper when they left Fortitude.

That I know and--

What's that?

Detective Sergeant Oby left his laptop in the office.

What are you reading?

His report into the death of Governor Munk.

It's not finished, obviously.

Obviously.

Cos they still need to speak to Lars.

But Lars has left town.

When you found me in the car crash--

When I woke up, and I was hanging out of the wreckage

and you were holding my head, up on the hill.

What?

I thought you were going to kill me then.

I wondered that myself.

But instead you set me free.

- Hey. - Hey.

I got you this.

You look terrible. What's the matter?

The matter?

Yeah, why does everybody look like

they want to kill themselves all the time just now?

Natalie actually does.

Does what?

Want to kill herself.

Ever since her eyes went, she doesn't think she can continue.

Poor, poor Natalie. I should

go and visit her.

- You can't. - Why not?

- Because she's gone. - Gone?

Yeah, her dad came and bundled her up and took her away.

That is the last we'll ever see of Natalie Yelburton.

- You must be very sad. - Not as sad as you might expect.

Bit of a relief, actually, in some ways.

Really?

We should get another in.

I was in New York when Bill recorded this.

We shared a dealer.

I know.

Cutaneous lesions look like Kaposi sarcoma.

Macular, I think.

There's a word.

Means stain.

Immaculate conception meant without stain.

Something in Larry turns out to be incompatible.

I saw a donor.

I think nobody will be surprised he didn't show up one day.

Somebody stinks of drink.

- You talking to me or the wasp? - Is the wasp drunk?

The wasp is parasitic, not paralytic.

I may have had a drink.

Do you think anyone could do this madness sober?

Let's do it.

Do it.

- Left eye first? - Both eyes.

Yes, please, left eye first.

- Can you feel that? - What?

Nothing.

Other eye.

Vince?

Vince?

What?

- Fuck! Fucker tried to sting me. - And?

I'm sorry, I've had a slight technical setback here.

You were boozing and now you've fucked this up!

You just let a paralytic wasp fuck your sightless eyeball,

so I'd climb down off your moral high horse if I was you.

Parasitic.

Petra?

Can you reach my heart?

- What? - You know. Touch the heart.

It's too dangerous.

Here.

The shaman's way.

Round the side. Do it.

- No. - Push it in.

Three inches. And no further.

No. It might kill you.

- Let's find out. - Find out what?

If you can.

Do it, Petra.

You're the only one who can do this.

I can't. I can't do this.

That's it. Now.

Fuck me harder.

Harder.

Now. Go on!

Well done.

What the fuck are you?

- You're not in pain? - No.

You don't feel pain?

Briefly. Like a white light.

Where do you go when you lose consciousness?

What makes you think I go anywhere?

Because you are talking to someone.

What about? Tell me.

You ask questions. And someone is answering.

- Because you become angry. - Who?

- Who is answering? - He has no name.

Hey.

Trude.

Come on.

Not open yet, Michael.

Don't fuck around, Trude. It's 12 o'clock.

You open at 12 o'clock.

That clock's fast.

- Hello. - What can I get for you?

I would like

- a bottle of vodka. - OK.

And two shot glasses.

- Who is he? - That guy?

His name is Michael Lennox.

Thank you.

Michael?

- Excuse me? - She said you were Michael.

Yes.

Michael Lennox. That's my name.

- I have some questions. - Questions?

You look so nervous, Michael. Don't be nervous.

Thank you.

Here you go.

May I?

Do you mind if I ask who the hell are you?

And what the hell

questions do you want to ask of me?

My name is Elsa.

And I want to know what it's like to live in this place.

- Excuse me? - For the last very many years,

I lived in Los Angeles.

Every day the sun shines like the day before,

and the day before that, and--

Well, the next day would be the same.

We're all animals and our bodies adapt and change

if we alter our environment.

I want to know what it feels like to live in a place

where my blood and the air around my skin are at war.

Well,

Thermals and a good fleece are

de rigueur

in Fortitude to prevent the

skin wars from starting.

Well.

I want a man who knows this place well.

Who knows how to survive here.

Who can show me around and take me to sea.

Take me inland to the ice fields and the mountains.

To the ends of the earth.

To the ends of the earth.

You got anything better to do, Michael Lennox?

This was next to the till. Ralfi left it.

Ralfi?

"Don't serve Michael Lennox any drinks. He's barred for fighting."

Ralfi, he's just kidding around.

- Michael. - Hey.

You're not serving him with drink. You served me with drink.

And now I'm serving him.

Please, Trude, Michael and I are long lost friends.

Why did you ask me his name, then?

It's been such a long time, I wasn't sure it was him.

We were lovers

before he left America and came here.

I've been searching all my life.

You, you and Michael.

Well, that was way, way, way before I married Freya.

- Does Ingrid know? - Nobody knows.

Well maybe you can save him, then.