All language subtitles for Valkyrien S01E02 720p BluRay DD5.1 x264-NorTV_track3_[eng]

We'll make a little breakfast

With freshly roasted snipe

Train to Vestli via Tøyen.

Sit down

We'll make a little breakfast

I can't believe
you know the lyrics.

Our midday wine

Shall we from our glasses pour

- Anything I can do?
- You can pour some wine.

Did you cut yourself?

No.

Are you sure?

Yes.
Could you take over?

You want me to cook?

Are you sure?

Maybe it's time you learnt.

Vilma!

- He... Let him treat me.
- I'll take over. I'm a doctor.

Vilma? What's happening to you?

- This isn't your fault.
- Vilma.

Shall I help you slide it into place?

- Thanks.
- There.

We have to start
from scratch.

How about a break?
I can take over.

You don't know
what to do.

No.

Sorry. That came out wrong.

The infection is getting worse.
I have to keep going.

I can do this.

I can turn it around.

Yes.

Breathe.

Damn it.

Can't you just give her
a hint that I'm alive?

- No, I can't.
- Why not? Marit won't talk.

If she finds out you're alive, she'll
have to lie. You don't want that.

These guys know how to ask questions,
and they'll ask plenty for 62 million.

At least give her some money.
You can trust her to keep quiet.

Nothing happens until
it's been laundered.

OK, let's do it.
Let's launder it.

- You said you knew how.
- Yes.

- Don't you know how?
- This is more complicated than usual.

- Christ, can you do it or not?
- OK, this is how you launder money:

you set up a massage
parlour or tattoo studio.

People pay cash.
The product's untraceable.

You pour away some ink, say you've
been really busy tattooing hipsters.

You put the money
in a bank account, pay tax.

- Now you've got loads of clean money.
- Then let's do it!

The catch is, this only works
if the money is in used notes.

You grabbed shitloads of money
straight off the press.

It will always be linked to the heist.
Every note has your name on it.

If you spend a single one on a coke,
the police will know you're alive.

And where to start
looking for you.

- You mean all this cash is worthless?
- Yes.

Right now, it is.

The guys you worked with
probably had detailed plans.

Offshore banks, middlemen.
We don't have that.

- Maybe we should google it?
- Google it? You want to get nicked?

Goddamn fucking...!

What the hell can I do? Marit's all
alone. I've fucked up everything.

You have to listen to me.
Listen. Marit isn't stupid.

As long as the cops and thugs
keep asking about you,

she knows you're alive.

When they stop asking,
she can start worrying.

And then, not before,
I'll be there with the info.

Hello?

Ravn?

Ravn, it's Unn. I know what
you've done. I've been suspended.

The police are involved.

I haven't said anything.

But I won't lie for you unless you
give me some explanation.

Call me back.
This is the sixth time I've called.

Again.

You've heard it three times.
It isn't going to change.

This is not good.

- Surname?
- Vikebø.

- She's called you six times.
- What could I say to her?

She'll talk to the cops, Ravn.
They'll find us! Get it?

Unn won't talk.
I know her. Vilma did too.

Unn won't talk if she knows the
reason. I need her help with Vilma.

She's not coming to see your wife.

She'll keep quiet.
I'll talk to her.

- She doesn't know you!
- Stay put. Don't answer if she calls.

Leif! You're not going
to hurt her, are you?

Of course not.

Trust me.

42, 43, 44...

What are you doing?

- Can I borrow it?
- No.

- Why not?
- It's mine. I'm using it.

- Not right now.
- Yes, I am.

- You've got another one here.
- Yeah.

- I'm busy. Working.
- You're working in there.

Yes, but I'm working
out here as well.

You work in there. I'll work on this.
In an hour it'll be back.

In perfect order. Please?

Right, I'm from the police.

- Are you Unn Vikebø?
- Yes.

It's about the equipment
stolen from the hospital.

- I've already given you a statement.
- There's new info I need to check.

- Now?
- Yes.

We can do it here
or at the station. You choose.

- Could you wait here a moment?
- Sure.

It's a police officer, he has some
questions about the stolen equipment.

Just go ahead, and I'll catch
you later. See you there.

- Hi.
- Hello.

- Coffee?
- No thanks.

- It's fresh.
- I'm good, thanks.

Call me when you're done.

- OK, see you.
- I can hardly wait.

- Bye.
- Goodbye.

Who's he?

- His name is Knut.
- Knut...?

Austbø.
Why do you ask?

- And you're married?
- No.

- But he lives here?
- Just visiting.

- So you live alone here? No children?
- No.

Is that what you want to know?

You were the physician on duty at
the neurophysiology lab on August 8th.

You were in charge of security,
equipment and personnel.

I was supervising
three researchers.

None of them
took the equipment.

Might this equipment
be of interest...

to anyone outside the hospital?

- Not that I know of.
- So you think it's an inside job?

I wouldn't know.

Someone may have borrowed it
and forgotten to register it.

Well, so far you're the only
suspect in this case.

- "Suspect"?
- You're suspended. Aren't you?

Yes.

According to the log, you accessed
the laboratory with your key card

at 6.58pm.
Is that correct?

- Probably. I wouldn't know.
- Were you with someone?

No.

Nobody came to see you
and said they wanted access?

And your key card?
Where is it now?

I don't know. I can't find it.

It's extremely important
that you don't lie to me now.

- That you tell me all you know.
- Yes.

I think I've got everything I need.
Thank you for your patience.

What's your name?

May I have your name?

Right. You know,
there's one last thing.

You don't have to...
I need your phone.

- Why?
- Standard procedure.

You're not calling anyone.
Give it to me. Do as you're told.

- No.
- Give me the phone. Cut it out.

Take it easy.
Give me the phone.

- Take it easy. Take it easy!
- Let go of me!

Take it easy.

You want to talk
to Ravn? Do you?

- You want to talk to Ravn?
- Yes.

OK, then calm down
and do as I say.

Central to S4. That vehicle we tracked
down for you, how do we log it?

Thanks for helping out.
Turned out to be a dead end,

- so you don't have to log it. Over.
- Understood.

Let go! I can walk.

- Come on.
- In there? Why?

Don't! I can walk.

Where are we going?

Ouch, damn it. Take it easy!
Bloody idiot.

- Hey! Let me out!
- It didn't go too well.

- Let me out, damn it! Don't touch me!
- Calm down, will you?

Nice and easy.
Right. In here.

- Hi, Unn.
- Ravn?

- Keep walking.
- What's going on? What are you doing?

- I can explain.
- Where are we?

And who the hell is he?

- Relax, he's not a cop.
- Yes, I got that.

She's kept quiet.

- But it's a volatile situation.
- Who's volatile, you sick fuck?

- Don't talk to me. Talk to him.
- Unn? Unn!

I need to show you
something.

- You did it.
- Yes.

But...

It didn't work.

- She's alive, though.
- Yes.

I'm sorry.

I need help.

- How long has she been like this?
- 6 months, 16 days and 4 hours.

She made sure I didn't know
too much about what she was doing.

Why?

She wanted to make sure...

that it couldn't be traced to me.

That I couldn't
be held responsible.

After the committee said no,

Vilma planned to find a way to produce
the serum outside the hospital.

I followed her instructions.
Got hold of the equipment.

She was sure she'd
succeed in making the cure.

She thought the end
would justify the means.

Sounds like her.

I didn't have the background
to understand it all anyway.

It was her area of expertise.

So we gathered everything
and went out to the cabin.

Vilma thought it was the best
place to carry out the plan.

We could work in peace.

She knew she only had
this one chance left.

You don't have to do it.

But if this is our last...

I don't want this to be
our last night together.

If I don't try this now...

I'll die anyway.
You know that.

Vilma?

Vilma...

Vilma!

Vilma. No!

I just don't know
what went wrong.

But she's alive.

Dear Ravn.

If you're reading this,
it didn't go as we hoped.

I can no longer
take care of myself.

Remember that this
was my own choice.

You know
what you have to do.

Don't be afraid.
We'll meet again someday.

I love you.

Vilma.

Yes, hi. It's Ravn.
Ravn Eikanger. Your doctor.

Don't worry, you're not ill.

Could you help me
with something?

Yes, sort of a favour.

Where can we meet?

When Vilma died, I thought
you must have helped her.

She couldn't have done it alone.

I would have done the same.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing much. Working.

- Is that Ravn's?
- He lent it to me.

- Bullshit.
- It's true.

- Are you online?
- No.

- Emailing Marit, are you?
- Of course not. I'm not stupid.

- Then what is it?
- Nothing.

- It's mine.
- Show me!

Don't break it.

We have a deal based on trust.
That's not what I'm feeling now.

I've told you not to keep
any secrets from me down here.

You've screwed up.
I can't trust you any more.

I'll show you.
You'll understand. I promise.

This is the basic outline.

The door is blast-proof.

If it's under the house,
it can withstand three megatons.

It has double steel plates
and a filter valve...

- Where did you learn all this?
- It's easy.

Lots of YouTube videos about it.
So you've got beds for four people.

Separate disinfectant airlock.
Quarantine.

Solar panels. Air intakes here
with carbon and bag filters. Here...

- So you did all this on your own?
- Yes, check it out.

I filter the water using osmosis
and boil it, so everything's reused.

If there's no risk of contamination,
I can pipe water from the nearby river.

- So you know where to build it?
- My uncle owns a field he never uses.

It's 20 minutes
from the city outside rush hour.

- Is there enough space?
- That's the problem.

There's not enough space
for all the rooms.

Yes, never enough space.
You've done the numbers?

About three million all in all,
including equipment and materials.

I was going to build it myself
with my share of the heist.

- Move over.
- It would cover everything.

Right. But you're stuck
with 62 million you can't use.

I had an idea for a room.

For weapons, ammo, tools,
gas masks, protective suits.

I need storage space for food
for four people for 8 months.

Depending on what's doable,
but it's a reasonable amount.

- Come. Come here.
- And Marit...

Wow! What?

Shit, man!

I got the idea
from your article on solar flares.

At least that's when
I woke up to the facts.

People don't realise
how little it takes.

Many do.
Everyone's read your article.

731 people have read it.
That's not "everyone".

What you need is a dry, safe place,
preferably underground.

Where nobody will find you.

You need access to water, power,
ventilation and equipment.

And it has to be huge.

- Holy shit! Are you kidding?
- Go ahead.

Seriously? Yes!

- Ouch!
- Are you OK?

I'm all right.
Shit. What is it?

No, it's just some...

She's barely alive.
She's on a cocktail of cortisone,

interferons, painkillers and
antibiotics to keep infections down.

- What about brain activity?
- Oh yes, she's in there somewhere.

It was probably the serum she took
that induced the coma.

So the cure worked?
Could it have affected her brainstem?

She was worried about neurological
damage. Constantly fighting it. Look.

She's losing myelin from her nerve
pathways, impeding vital functions.

Proving the hospital got
the diagnosis wrong.

Show me your work.

I started with her theories to see
if she may have overlooked something.

Eliminating or verifying each step.

- Using these as test animals?
- Plenty of rats down here.

They eat all kinds of crap, so I get
the best results when I find newborns.

I've bred some of them.
This one, for example.

My work here gave me some answers,
but I get lost working alone.

I need a fresh view
on everything.

What'll you do if she wakes up?

- Yes?
- I need a word with you.

Yes, go on.

I need a word with you.

She's one of us now.
You can trust her.

Sure, but it...

It's about...
About that patient.

Are there others here?
What kind of patient?

You're a doctor, right?
A real doctor.

Yes.

You've sworn confidentiality.
This applies to all patients.

Whether they're in hospital,
a clinic or anywhere else.

Yes.

Teo!

What happened?

I don't know.
He just started bleeding.

Well, some bleeding isn't unusual
after you've broken your nose.

It'll be OK. The swelling
will go down in a week or so.

The black eye will take longer.

You're... that guy, Naustvik.

What's he doing here?

He's staying here until
things calm down up there.

- He ran over a police officer!
- It was an accident.

- He's alive, right?
- Absolutely.

- We saved his life.
- Is that a problem?

He's a wanted man. He stole a load
of money and ran over a cop. Shut up.

- How do I get out of here?
- That's not how it works.

- Let me out.
- I can't.

- What do you suggest? Lock her up?
- Put on a uniform? Arrest me again?

- I know where you live.
- Listen.

That's no way to win her trust.
I'll take care of it. Drive her home.

We have to get
Vilma out of there.

Lief brought you
because I need help.

Vilma won't survive
anywhere else. I rely on him.

- But the guy's a nutcase!
- You don't know Leif or Teo.

What he's done or why.
I'll go to jail too, if we're caught.

Not if you save her.

But I can't do it alone.

Pull over here.

NO ADMITTANCE

Unn says hello.

She stopped by.

She was happy to see you.
I could tell.

She's brilliant.

Almost as good
as you were... are.

She's a better researcher than me.
I think she can help us progress.

If she comes back.

But even without her,
I won't give up.

Though sometimes I wish
you could tell me what to do.

I can't find space for a room for
oxygen, propane and compressed air.

I'm trying to work out whether
to adjust it or start from scratch.

The bonus is that I don't have
to pay for infrastructure and so on.

- But it'll be more expensive if...
- But you don't have any money.

I don't have to spend it all.
Just what I need down here.

We'll find a way.
I'll help you. No problem.

- It's still just a prototype.
- Sure, but...

But for Marit, me and the kid,
it's going to be a solid...

Damn it, it's Vikebø!

Vik... Who? Leif?

- What are you doing here?
- I figured out where it had to be.

- Are you alone? No cops?
- No.

- You can't show up like this.
- I'm here to help Vilma.

You can't just turn up like this.
It won't do. It's unacceptable.

- That's not how it works.
- Then how does it work?

I can learn the rules.

There are a couple of things
we have to agree on first.

Vilma can stay here. No problem.
Do as much research as you like.

I don't care what you do, and you
don't ask me what I'm doing. Agreed?

I'll provide security
as long as I'm 100% sure

that you'll keep quiet.
Most of all you, Vikebø.

- This is extremely important to me.
- OK.

You don't know me. I only know you
from what Ravn's told me. I trust him.

But if you say
anything to anyone...

about anything
you've seen down here...

Are you threatening me?

Yes.

I am.

And I'm not running
a hotel down here.

In return for my hospitality,
you'll do some odd jobs for me.

- What kind of jobs?
- Simple things you know how to do.

Patients that I bring.
You'll treat them in the clinic here.

- What kind of patients?
- People who avoid public healthcare.

- Why would they do that?
- Impossible to imagine, is it?

That people lose trust if they get
the wrong diagnosis, wrong treatment.

Sick people who face arrogant,
invasive questions.

Who want a say over their body.
Don't accept the prognosis.

Or don't want to die alone
as unwanted expenditure.

People who distrust
Western medicine.

Refuse to be groped by strangers
who forget their names.

Refuse to support an out-of-control
pharmaceutical industry

that exploits the poor and makes
money from patents it never produces.

Spreading disease
is more profitable.

An industry that corrupts
people's lives and health.

Some refuse to take part.

For some, the cure is too costly
in the richest country in the world.

All this is completely
unimaginable to you?

- No.
- There's another aspect here.

Some of these people
will pay serious money.

Really serious.

Well, I never...

Hi.

What are you doing here?
Hey?