Fortitude

Alexei!

Alexei Podnikov!

Alexei?

Ah.

Morning, Governor Odegard.

Hey, Bianca.

"The centre cannot hold.

"Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world."

Exam time.

- English Lit, Tuesday morning. - Ah.

- Good luck. - (HORN HONKING)

Thank you.

What are you doing? Please, just calm down.

I just... I want to see your bag. No! Get off me!

I just want to see in the bag. No! Get off me!

I saw you putting carrots in your bag!

Get off! Okay, just let me see.

No, get off me.

Okay, you wait now.

You come with me! I'll call the police!

Let her go!

I'll bury this in your fucking skull!

Put the axe down now, Rune!

- (GRUNTING) - (YEVA SOBBING)

That's enough of all this... (GRUNTS)

Drop the axe and lie face down on the floor or I'll shoot you!

I don't think I want this after all. Thank you, Hong.

So shoot me.

Huh?

Dad hears about this, you're for it, Rune!

Hey, finish off the rest of this hull plate, will you?

I'm beat.

- Where's Stefan? - Stefan's gone, skipper.

Why?

Says he won't put to sea in a death trap.

"A death trap"? What's he talking about?

- What's he talking-- Mr. Lennox?

Hey, Bianca.

I did it. Everything you need.

Really?

Lot more fun than the late poems of W. B. Yeats.

Way to go, girl!

Oh, Bianca, you don't know what this means.

You can bring my dad a big fat crab.

- (FLY BUZZING) {GASPS)

Give me the detonator.

There is no going back. Three-hundred thousand tons of ice and snow.

Buried forever, Vincent.

Crushed and lost forever.

That's right.

Okay, then.

Do it.

- (BEEPING) - (BUZZING)

Hey, Vince.

You're back.

Okay, Hildur, finally.

Oslo's decision

is that I have to sign off all subsidy payments.

Erling, you and I came to an agreement--

No, no, no. We didn't.

Oslo can't run Fortitude by proxy...

Believe me, they don't want to run Fortitude at all.

I've already cosigned these.

You need to sign them.

Dear God, Hildur.

Cut your losses and get out of here.

There's a vacant governorship in Trondheim.

They have a cheese festival.

Eric could be deputy.

Last night, did you look out of your window around midnight?

There was a glorious, singular firmament last night.

A blood aurora.

In my time here, I've never seen it before.

Few people have in all their lives.

"Cheese festival."

Personally,

I cannot wait to get out of here.

What happened to your face?

Oh, uh...

It's nothing. An accident in the supermarket.

This is the other thing.

What other thing?

Law and order.

Dan Anderssen?

Eric still hasn't found a body.

Eric doesn't need a body, he needs a badge.

You need a sheriff.

It's high time Eric Odegard faced up to his responsibilities.

A full blood aurora occurs

as a result of this mass coronal ejection...

Demoniacal cacophony.

"Voices that never cease."

Children screaming.

They die in the mines.

In the thousands, and little babies, too.

All in the hands of cannibals.

Crunching.

Little bones.

Crunching.

On a more positive note,

tonight's blood aurora display could be a beauty.

Until for one brief whisper,

I glimpsed peace.

He showed me...

- That's the bar closed now. - Ah...

Tonight,

he's back on Earth.

Cannibals and demons.

Idiot.

Man's head is full of fairy tales.

Ingrid?

What the hell are you doing?

Someone's...

There's been a terrible accident.

The blade threw him in the air.

Which side of the road?

It's the left, I think.

Go back and wait in the car.

Once I struck a reindeer and it split in half.

Antlers and blood in the snow.

It was like a Christmas card.

Go back and wait in the police car.

Has Lars been drinking?

Everybody's been drinking.

There.

Help me here.

Who is it?

(GASPING) Ah!

Oh, my. Petra.

Let's turn him around.

His head is gone.

Freya! Where are you?

I'm coming!

Michael?

In here.

Come here.

Help me work this thing.

Can you open that?

I need to print it out.

- What am I looking at? - (CHUCKLES)

This is what they know at FARC.

Red king crab, marching across the Arctic sea floor,

heading our way at $13 a pound.

The highest pier-head price I've ever seen.

- Somebody stole this stuff? - Technically.

Is this illegal, Michael?

Because I can't have any police attention.

- It's all okay. Don't you worry about it. - (SIGHS)

Don't you worry about a thing, 'cause...

I'm a-going to catch the red king crab

Michael.

Baddest bastards on the sea

Oh, cut it out, you lunatic.

Not one of them as bad as me

Oh, put me down before you hurt your stupid back.

Okay. So, the snowplough hit him.

The snowplough hit him.

And the blade of the snowplough sliced off his head.

You think?

- Petra? - What?

This is more like a clean cut with a bladed implement.

You do not have the training or the experience

to make that kind of judgement.

That cut was made with a very sharp blade.

Ingrid, don't presume to lecture me about--

Not the snow bucket of a big old fucking lorry!

Lars has confessed!

Yeah, but the reason we can't find the head in the snow...

- No. - ...is because it's been taken away...

- No. by whoever murdered him.

No.

No.

No, please.

No.

I can't...

I can't do this.

Somebody killed him.

I knew that the moment I saw his body.

The only person I ever touch