Welcome to Utmark (Velkommen til Utmark)

-Hi. -Is your brother home?

-His car is here. -Yes.

-I have to talk to him. -Yes.

There's something we need to discuss.

What is that fucking music you're listening to?

Turn that shit off!

Fucking Southerner...

I have a dead sheep on the flatbed.

Bitten to death.

It's that mongrel of yours.

My dog's name is Horagallis.

Named after my people's god of thunder.

It kills my sheep because you let it run free.

Everything you see here... is Sami country.

The land of my people.

Our mountains, our grassland, our earth.

Your ancestors came here.

They came here prancing, in their top hats and silk vests.

They brought bibles and paragraphs. They expropriated.

Registered land and set up cramped enclosures.

I am Sami, and my dog roams wherever the fuck it wants on my land.

But a sheep is worth 3500 kroner.

You can't argue with nature.

I'm getting paid for that sheep.

I'm getting paid.

It was probably Horagallis.

It's in Horagallis' nature. He's a predator.

You can't domesticate a predator.

AN EYE FOR AN EYE

Where's dad?

-Where's dad? -Out with his beloved sheep.

I'm going to school.

-Goodbye, then. -Bye.

Every single morning?

It's called humor.

Continue on this road for 4 km.

Continue on this road for 2 km.

Make a sharp right turn.

Your new teacher will begin on Monday.

But in the meantime... you're getting me!

Unfortunately, I can't be in two places at once.

I must also teach the fourth graders.

Good news, however, Uncle Willman is here to talk about his job.

A county sheriff is much the same as a policeman.

More or less.

Be my guest, the floor is yours.

They won't bite, except for her. Careful!

Well... County sheriff.

You may have asked yourselves

why someone willingly picks such a perilous job.

The answer is obvious: Someone must uphold law and order.

We know. You were here last year.

Yes, you're quite right.

Right... Okay.

Thanks.

It's the swamp. It sucks everything in.

-I'm the new teacher. -Right.

Do you know how to get to this address?

Yes. Drive about two miles. There's a gravel road to the right.

Not the narrow road, but the rocky one.

It's so nice out here.

The nature. It's so beautiful.

I took a nap. That took a while.

-Yes. -I'm Håvard.

Excuse me. Kari here. I'm sorry I'm late.

I struggled to find the place. My GPS messed up.

Let's go see the sights.

Here you have electric heating, shelf space, lighting...

-I thought the house would be furnished. -No.

-It said so in the ad. -I don't think so.

I'm pretty sure it was stated in the ad.

If not, why would I assume it was?

-Why...? -I see. But it is partially furnished.

You have an oven here, a hotplate here.

There are plates and glasses in the cupboard.

I'm pretty sure it said furnished. I have the ad here...

I have a couple of extra chairs I can bring along.

It's a sturdy house, right?

Wooden floorboards. Sturdy materials from nature.

A house with a history to it.

My parents lived here their whole life.

We don't use that room.

-But I've rented the whole house. -Yes. But not that room.

But I believe the ad said...

My mom shot my dad in there.

Both barrels straight to the face, while he was asleep.

And then mom went and hanged herself.

So, you understand, we don't use that room.

The septic tank gets drained every May and October.

-Knut! Hi. -Hey.

I'm thinking about girls.

How do you make girls want to date you?

Girls are a species of their own.

You need something to attract them to you,

something to catch their attention.

After that, it's smooth sailing.

Finn came by this morning.

Could you please not talk about my husband

while we're cheating on him?

Horagallis killed a sheep.

So you change the subject to sheep instead. How romantic.

-What the fuck should we talk about? -About how fantastic I am?

How good I look. How great it feels to fuck me.

It feels great to fuck you.

I'll go clean the bathroom, and then I think we'll call it a day.

No!

Leave Finn.

What do you mean? I've got Marin to think of.

Do you know what?

I don't think you love that pathetic sheep farmer.

What you need...

Is a real man.

A rock. A force of nature.

And you are beautiful.

See you around, Miss Midnight Sun.

-Home already? -Yes.

We were let off early.

-Have you been drinking? -No.

I made a deal with your mother.

Piece of gum?

It smells delicious.

Marin!

-What are we having? -It's your job to set the table.

It's not my job to call for you, nor to tell you to do your job.

Your job is to do your job. That's the deal with jobs.

Christ. This place is like a morgue.

Just what you need after yet another day of cleaning other people's toilets.

Fuck!

Listen, you have to understand...

Women have this cycle.

-Once a month... -Dad.

I know what a period is.

The food is getting cold.

I'm leaving you.

I'm in love with someone else.

Who?

Bilzi.

Finn...

Finn, what the hell are you doing? Cut it out!

Finn. Look! Look...

Here, Finn... Look! Look, look...

Come on. Drink. Drink...

A little more. Come on.

That's enough. Finn!

There, there.

There's nothing wrong with you, Finn.

You are what you are.

You're allowed to be angry, but...

But you have to direct your anger outwards.

I'm the one choosing Bilzi over you.

You should be mad at me!

-Get your school bag. We're leaving. -Why?

Your father punched me in the face. Get your things. We're leaving.

Wait, he did what? Mom!

Did you hit mom?

Your daughter is asking you if you hit her mom. Well, did you?

Did you punch a defenseless woman in the face with your fist?

Answer her.

Willman, come on.

-I really have to go. -For fuck's sake, Willman.

If you leave, your hand is dead.

Come on, Bilzi! The man's got Crohn's disease.

Can't force the poor chap to wear a diaper here. That'd look weird.

Alright. It's okay.

-No, Bilzi. -That's not right...

Jeez...

Hello?

I can't talk. I'm playing poker.

You have to come. I'm here now.

Fine.

-I need to go. -You need to go?

Women.

Come, Horagallis! Come!

I told him that I'm in love with you.