Fortitude

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Will you calm the...

Oslo knows nothing, neither does she.

Your research was sponsored by Schenthal Biotech.

It's a pharmaceutical company.

There was some kind of scandal involving healthy human beings.

You shouldn't believe everything you read.

Natalie?!

Communes with the spirits. Heals the sick.

Sometimes.

We can stop him before it's too late.

- Hey. - Hi.

I need to find Governor Odegard.

Hildur Odegard isn't the Governor anymore.

I-I still need to find her.

Yeah. She lives in the Blue Fox now.

Her and Eric have split up.

Thanks.

Or maybe it's just a trial separation of some sort.

And everything will work out after a break. Hard to tell.

He's dead.

Muscimol.

Five or six hours. Heart failure, I think. All the indications.

This is shamanistic ritual.

I think the killer is a shaman, Eric, and I think Tavrani was

involved in shamanism, too. The killer needs parts from human

bodies... Hindemith, Bianca, the graves. If we can

understand what he's thinking...

Stop, Petra. This is Voodoo.

- Madness, delusional fucking fairytales. - She's right.

If we can understand what he's thinking...

Get inside his way of thinking...

His world view...

I don't even know what my own wife is thinking!

It's not snow-blindness. Pupil reactions are normal.

No inflammation in the eye tissues.

No engorgement or retinal ischemia. Ocular pressure is normal.

The OCT and MRI scans show up no abnormalities. None.

What if... what if this whole thing is effectively psychological?

You mean my eyes can see, but my brain doesn't want to look at

what my eyes are showing it?

I'm talking about an intense neurological event prompted

by stress and exhaustion resulting in a temporary blindness.

So I'm not... I'm not blind, I'm just mental.

A psychological reaction to the wasp trauma.

Wha-wha-what about if it's a physiological reaction to the

wasp trauma?

Well, then Doctor Adebimpe would have found a physiological explanation...

With his little ophthalmoscope and his torch?

Plus the OCT and MRI scanners.

The parasite that attacked me was subtle, malicious, insidious

and... and... a fuck of a lot smarter than anyone in this room, so...

Found anyone?

What?

Suspect. Made an arrest?

No, the investigation is, err... is... it's ongoing...

Coffee? Irish maybe?

This is from me, Dan. From all of us.

Drink up.

What do you want, Eric?

Finish the job you started. Drinking yourself to death.

You don't have any idea what you're dealing with.

I'm dealing with an alcoholic.

Governor Munk says you broke into Doctor Khatri's home and threatened her.

You don't know what you're doing.

If you weren't threatening her, then you're mentally unstable.

One or the other. Which is it to be?

Arrested or sectioned?

Eric... you're not a fucking sheriff.

Thank you.

Mister Mankyo, my friend, I am so, very, very sorry.

Bianca was a beautiful soul.

A lovely young woman, and my heart goes out to you.

Mister Mankyo has asked me to lead the room.

To lead...?

Bianca was in my choir, Mrs. Odegard.

Hey...

You okay?

Oh, this coffee's got whiskey in it.

No... this whiskey's got coffee in it.

Munk said on the phone that they're not paying him enough money.

He said he'd made Eric sheriff because he could control him.

Everyone, please?

Bianca Mankyo has been taken from us.

We have lost a beautiful daughter, a dear friend and a very

talented student.

Her father has asked that instead of words, we say farewell to

Bianca with music.

This is a piece Bianca loved, the whole choir loved.

So this is for her...

Someone has to fix this.

Make sure all these people are safe again. That's all that matters.

You won't find him.

Listen to me very carefully because what I'm telling you is important.

You shot Elena. You left her in that state. In that bed.

Persistent, vegetative state. You!

And then you ran away!

This town does not care about you anymore.

It's him. That's him!

MOVE YOUR HEAD!!!

ERIC!!!

Everybody! Stay inside!

- Dad! - Come on!

Hong. Not with the knife. Hong!

All right?

It's all right.

It's his tongue. Isn't it?

It's him. He took Tavrani's tongue.

- Go that way! - Alright.

Eric!

Eric!

Who shot? Where is Eric?!

Over there. He shot him.

POLICE! COME OUT! HEAR ME?!

COME OUTSIDE NOW!

COME OUTSIDE!

There's no-one. Just that dog.

I didn't see a dog.

There was a dog.

What is it?

Eric? Eric?

What is it?

You can...

You can confirm...?

Bianca Mankyo. Yes, that's her.

You had him.

He taunted you and then you let him get away.

I shot and wounded him.

Is that a fact?

And then he turned into, err, a big dog and ran off into the blizzard.

I didn't say...

That's exactly what the other men are saying, Eric.

Perhaps...

Someone killed Bianca in the muscimol den and put her body

where we found Hindemith's body, because they wanted us to

think it was the same killer when it wasn't.

So we could be looking at two killers, and one is a copy cat...

There are no such things as Copy Cat Killers in the real world!

They're made up!

I want this killer found. You understand?! The killer!

The one killer in Fortitude!

Find him!

Michael, it's me. There's a package in my room.

I think it's from Dmitri Podnikov.

Documents and film.

Um... sixteen millimetre I think. Okay, see you then.

What do you know about Doctor Khatri?

Dan!

Hildur.

Wh, why do you ask me that?

I think she's been doing bad.

Doing... bad?

To Elena.

I don't understand what you mean. Elena's condition is intractable.

Who SAYS?!

Everyone in the specialist team who examined her. Listen to me, Dan.

Khatri is in a terrible position.

She can't simply let Elena die, that's not a possibility.

As long as there is life there, Khatri has to treasure that life.

We all do.

You have to let her go.

Shut the door.

You fucking idiot.

- Careful. - They have found her head.

- Not possible. - I fucking saw it. In a yellow bag.

It's not possible.

Where the fuck did you leave it?

- Down a deep hole. - Well, they have it.

How?

Some lunatic in an anorak led them to it.

Where?

Some fucking... shed. Hanging from the rafters.

A spotlight illuminating it.

- Neon arrows... Big flashing sign... - Who is he?

The mad fucker who cut the other guy's head off.

Jesus.

I didn't sign up for this bloodbath.

Right. This is what has got to happen, this is what you're going to do.

- I need you to... - Fatty.

- What? - Shut up.

Di... Did you just call me fatty?

You're an amateur. Stay in your room tonight.

Drink your vodka and in the morning, it'll all be fixed.

This simply must hurt like the very devil.

Yes, it does.

But... I keep the pain inside...