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- _ - Where is everyone?
What brings you to Vukobejina, Governor?
The deer was eating it.
Bears prey on reindeer. Not the other way round.
Torch is dead.
Who's been living with you?
The demon is among us.
We're going to die. All of us!
INGRID!!!
Tavrani's tongue was cut out.
He spoke to Tavra. I've heard the voice before. I think.
Hindemith gave us drugs, Mia Yeva, he used the Reindeers...
used them to make the muscimol.
The animal... is exhausted.
There where other people there sometimes, I don't know...
an older woman.
I don't know who she was!
But worse than Hindemith, worse than anything was the man...
who had no face.
When he was there, everything was different.
Girl, bring light.
He was the cold from outside, maybe he was death!
Don't hurt her.
Don't...
Bring me the fresh one.
He brought darkness with him.
That who came in here, the man who had no face.
And he got to Tavrani and he made him scream until he couldn't
scream anymore.
You never saw him anywhere else... without the snow goggles?
I never saw his face.
Hindemith was nuts.
But that guy... he scared the fuck out of me.
Hey. It's going to be okay.
Eric, Munk's coming in. He wants a progress report.
Still, that won't take long.
- Tavra will talk. - Someone cut out his tongue, Eric.
He can write, can't he?
He won't protect someone who cut his fucking tongue out!
You're the Sheriff.
Hong.
My daughter, Bianca.
She didn't come home.
Thank you.
Still nothing in either eye?
Not a fucking thing.
And there was no kind of warning? No fogging, no blurred vision?
Erm, just, just, just that headache.
Well, it doesn't sound like a tumour. That's good news.
Is that the end of the good news?
It's pretty fucking good, Vince.
We need to get you back, now.
I'll call, get the chopper out.
This happened to a friend of mine at UCL, week before Finals.
She went totally blind in one eye, sitting on the toilet.
Two days later, fully recovered. She got First.
What was her name?
What do you mean, what was her name?
This "friend" or yours, erm. What was she called?
What was her name?
Julie.
You never mentioned her before.
It's not the sort of thing you'd chuck into a conversation, is it?
I'll have a dry white and by the way, I once had a friend who went
blind on a fucking toilet!
I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Natalie!
You're not going to like this.
Tavra had a heart attack this morning.
The stress of the mutilation, plus there's a history of arrhythmia.
He's alive, but we can't talk to him. Not now.
Rune's girl was in the muscimol den. We should find her.
Yeva.
I need to speak to Munk.
Hey.
How was Vuko?
Cool.
In fact... I was thinking, now that we've sold the boat...
we can afford to move there.
You sold it?
Yeah. Agreed the terms, shook hands.
- I'm sorry. - Ah.
So now, what I want, is to find a doctor.
The best damn specialist there is.
Michael...
We talked about this.
No. You talked about this.
Freya... medicine, it comes on all the time. Trials, breakthroughs,
new kinds of treatment.
Michael, we can't fix this.
Now we need you to fight this thing. I need you!
We always taught the children to pick their fights.
You taught them that.
Dr. Khatri, what can I do for you?
I need Dan Andersson's medical records.
You must know, they are confidential.
In all matters of public health in Fortitude, I have the full
authority of the W.H.O, the Norwegian government and
of course the governor.
I wasn't aware of that. May I ask what your concern is?
Aren't you the least bit surprised by his recovery?
I believe in miracles.
I don't. Especially the recent test results.
Good morning, Eric. Everything okay with you and Hildur?
What? Of course. Why?
No reason. So, what do we have?
It's Bianca Mankyo.
The killer?
No. The headless girl. We identified her.
Was she a prostitute?
What?
So often young girls found dead have been involved in that sort of thing.
She wasn't a prostitute.
She was a sweet, kind, girl who worked at the supermarket and
someone cut her fucking head off.
The taxidermist?
We can't be sure of that.
But the taxidermist killed the geologist.
We're not ruling that out.
- But not the shop girl? - It's too early to say for definite.
What can we say... for definite?
- It's all about muscimol. - Muscimol?
A local narcotic drink made by feeding poisonous mushrooms
to reindeer and then collecting the urine.
Which is then drunk.
Are you making fun of me?
No. The liver separates the narcotic from the toxins.
It connects all the victims: Tavrani Tavra made it, Hindemith
drank it and Bianca was killed where they took it.
So we're dealing with a turf war in this er... this drug?
No.
We're dealing with a fucking psychopath.
Vladek?
You shouldn't climb the ladder, Freya. You might fall.
How did you know?
Always.
I'll bring you something to eat.
Hildur.
Do you have a moment?
I'm sorry, Hildur. There's nothing I can do, Oslo made its decision.
I have something to tell you. Which...
I under, I understand how upset you are.
And believe me, this is not my dream job.
I, err... just came back from Vukobejina.
There's, err... some kind of crisis there.
The port is closed, I saw soldiers on the streets...
secret service people.
Why are you telling me this?
I believe they are suffering a disaster, like we did.
Erling, our government needs to know about this. We need to make
contact with the Russians, we need to cooperate and share information.
Let me share something with you.
Have you any idea how lucky you are?
You have been paid actual money... to stop governing this freezing
sewer with its flesh eating wasps and headless fucking corpses.
But still you come here, into this shitty little office, trying
to make yourself look important!
Have you any idea how sad and ridiculous you look?
This freezing sewer was my life, and nobody has the basic human
decency to say sorry, or even fucking why!
And you don't deserve this shitty little office.
Eric. Dan tells me there was another killing.
Where were you last night?
Err, I had to stay over in Vukobejina.
Were you alone?
Eric, please.
I asked you a question.
I'm staying at the hotel for a while.
Who were you with?
I can't go on like this.
WERE YOU ALONE?
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Dan. Hong...
Eric.
I bought you some rock salt.
I'm cooking a meal.
You don't have to do that.
Oh, it's not for you.
I'll bring back a doggy bag.
Thank you.
May I see her room?
Bad morning?
You?
Wanna talk about it?
Not really. You?
Michael, I have to do something, err, difficult and illegal.
I need your help.
You okay?
Sure. My friend's been murdered, there's nothing I can do.
Apart from that, it's all chilled.
You tell Eric everything, right?
About Bianca, the muscimol, the people you saw in that place?
Is he really the Sheriff now?
- Don't get me started. - Get in.
It stinks of booze in here.
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