Fortitude

- _ - I think the killer's a shaman, Dan.

Collecting body parts because they think there is a monster here.

A monster?

Can I trust you, Dan?

I am the only one you can trust.

Wasn't she effectively on life support?

It is a miracle, Dr. Yelburton.

Something about regeneration.

That weather station is still there. If I can find that lab...

I think maybe you should get some help.

Erling Munk is corrupt.

Why can't you love me?

I care about Fortitude.

LIAR!

- I can't. - No. No!

_

So what do you think?

Maybe he was hired by a jealous wife.

Then why would an assassin leave Zurich to live in Fortitude?

So... where are we with the Ledesma girl?

We haven't located the whereabouts of, err... of Elena.

Where are we with the, erm... the, err, murdered barman...

- Tomak. - Tomak.

We have a match on his fingerprints.

What do we need a match on his fingerprints for?

We have his fingerprints.

They are in the mortuary at the end of his hands.

No... Interpol have a thumb and forefinger on file.

Recovered from a door handle.

A biopharmaceutical executive was murdered in an R&D pharmacy lab in Zurich.

The killer has never been identified. Just these two prints.

Probably holding the gun in his right hand when he opened the door.

His phones. You have an expert...?

Petter Hansen.

Mr. Hansen couldn't get into his phones.

So... irrelevant.

Irrelevant. Irrelevant!

His heart was cut out.

His head was cut off.

Her head too! They're all dead. One man is alive. The killer.

The... the... the... the... the... the nutcase.

The... the serial psychopath.

Stop wasting time on... on diagrams and string and...

get...

Find him!

Find the killer! Arrest the man or woman!

Find the missing girl as well. Get fucking finding!

Governor Munk, if we...

Governor and Chief of Police.

Chief.

Police.

I want... I want...

I want results!

RESULTS!

Fuck. Petra, I thought you had problem.

We got about another, err, twenty three kilometres.

We'll be there by lunch if the weather holds.

What's that?

Magnum.

I didn't know you had a magnum.

- It's for bear. - Bear?

She's right.

It's the only handgun that can stop a bear. So they say.

Can I try?

Come on, what if you're in the tent asleep, and I have to grab the

handgun? I need to know how to shoot it. Come on.

Or you might get eaten by a bear.

Is it loaded?

It's loaded.

What shall I shoot?

Don't know. Not much to aim at.

I don't to see any cans or bottles or any of that traditional shoot-at shit.

Shoot him.

What?

- Shoot your father. - What?

If you love me... shoot him.

He knows too much.

No one will ever find his body out here.

Don't fuck around with this thing!

Look at you two. The father and the son!

Like a fucking Greek Tragedy.

Don't fuck around.

Vladek, I brought you some food.

Vladek?

Vladek?!

Freya.

There we go, Freya.

This, this sickness...

It will do this more and more. Your strength failing.

Your throat won't swallow. Then your lungs will stop bringing you air.

I can do one thing for you before I go.

Let you choose.

Part of you can always be with me, Freya.

- No! - Live on in death.

You can help me. You are a healer.

I felt it. Your strength inside me.

Every morsel of that strength is needed for what I have to do.

Healing you would cost too much of it.

It's...

One dying woman or a whole town. You understand?

Please... don't leave me, please.

What are you doing?

Wi-Fi's down in my lab. Just needed to check my emails.

There's nothing urgent thank goodness.

You always have the reindeer burger.

What about the lutefische?

Tourists occasionally try it. But only once.

Bring me that.

On your own head be it.

You worked out how to wear your anorak.

What did it mean, the tongue? Some kind of warning?

No. No, it, err... it singled you out.

- How? - You didn't follow the herd.

Eric shot you?

- Yes. - Hmm.

I got shot once.

It hurt so fucking much I couldn't believe it.

I couldn't stop being sick.

Hmm.

- You look well enough. - Hmm.

A little gaunt perhaps.

Well, shamanism is an agonistic practice.

"Agonistic"?

The spiritual currency is, is... I suppose it's pain.

Sacrifice, agonies, torments.

And then... more pain.

Mm-hmm. Not just your pain though. Other people get accounted too.

Mm.

Hindemith, Tavrani, Bianca, the barman upstairs.

These are wrongs, evils, injustices that are balanced out.

And who's going to "balance" you out?

You.

What, now?

No.

When you become the demon.

Oh, right.

You're a lunatic. A see-into-the-future psychopath.

A self-appointed voodoo nutjob.

How many days since you woke up, five?

Because your recovery rate is remarkable.

Well...

But that's not quite right, is it? Because recovery implies you're

getting back to normal, and that's not what's happening, is it, Dan?

You're changing. Aren't you?

Aren't you? Appetites for things you've never tried.

Dark thoughts.

Enjoy.

The dissolution of empathy.

You know nothing about me.

Mm.

If I am this...

demon, and you're a shaman, why don't you just kill me and have

done with it?

Because you're not the demon yet. You might think this is it.

But it's not. You have a way to go before he's here.

Before the healing can happen.

Well, when I am him, shaman.

I'll come find you.

This is Governor Odegard. Leave a message.

Have you seen Hildur?

Err, no. I... I thought you were her just now.

I heard the door.

She's not slept in her bed, she's not answering her phone.

Oh?

We had words. Angry words.

We, err... we had a fight.

A fight?

Yes. And now she's gone.

She'll, erm... she'll turn up, Eric.

Meantime, you've had your instructions. Results.

There it is.

This is the place.

This is the table. They cut the guy up. In the film.

Somebody's been here.

They could be watching us.

What did you think you would find here?

I don't know. A miracle.

Something...

Epinephrine. Make your breathing a lot easier.

Gives you strength.

When was asthma diagnosed, Freya?

In Tromso. Last year. Michael and I were visiting.

I had an attack. There's asthma in my family, so I... I knew.

- Would you squeeze my hand, Freya? - What?

Go on. Squeeze my hand.

Hard as you can.

The young man who came for me. I do not know him. Who is he?

Erm, he...

he did some work. He's an electrician.

And what is the young man's name?

I don't think he ever said.

You're telling me so many lies, Freya. Why are you doing that?

I think we should pray together.

Oh, I do.

I would like that very much.

Dear Father in Heaven, look kindly on my sister Freya.

You see the ordeal set beyond.

Grant us strength, courage and healing.

I've seen a newborn reindeer so completely overwhelmed by

blood-sucking black fly, that it collapsed and died.