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Where are we now?

- Where are we going? - You'll see.

I'm so excited!

Come on, Leif!

Oh, come on, Leif!

Cool it. If you can't handle this, we'll go back down at once.

Sorry. It's just, I haven't been outside in weeks.

- I can handle it. - Good.

Put this on.

- What's this? - Just put it on.

So this is where we are.

Downtown Oslo. An interesting place.

It's a nice view from here.

So nice...

Nobody must recognise you.

No one will see me up here.

You can come here from time to time,

when I've said it's OK, provided you wear this suit.

- All right. - Come with me.

This way.

Do exactly what I tell you, and you'll see something cool.

Carefully remove the lid of the middle one.

- They can't sting me through the suit? - No.

Quite sure?

Now do the same with that lid. Put it down gently over there.

We're going to regulate the population, in a way.

We'll transfer larvae from a strong colony to a weaker one.

- How many are there? - There are 50,000 bees in there.

50,000?

Each with their own task and a common goal: preserving the colony.

Look at that one sitting there.

Now they're all leaving.

They're just off to work.

They'll be back. They know where home is.

I wish that you...

That I could talk to you.

But you're not even really here.

- You've done this before, right? - Many times.

- On a comatose patient, though? - No.

She's getting weaker. We have to do something.

- We could up the dosages. - More steroids and antibiotics?

She's barely responding to them as it is.

What about tissue damage? Spasms?

That may happen.

But we can't go on treating her based on blood work alone.

- We don't know what's wrong. - Will we find out by shocking her?

It'll tell us the status of her neural pathways. Her myelin may be decaying.

- Can she feel pain? - I don't know.

I know this must be difficult, but do you have any better ideas?

No, don't touch.

Good, Vilma. Now let's see...

Good.

Vilma?

- What's happening to her? - Muscle contractions.

Muscle...?

- It's not dangerous, is it? - No.

Her muscles are responding nicely. Very nicely indeed.

Goodness...

- Look, she's opened her eyes. - It's purely muscular.

- Can you hear me? - She can't.

- Are you really sure? - I'm certain.

- What are you doing? Unn! - It's fine.

Turn it off. She's spasming! Can't you tell she's in pain?

Turn it off, damn it!

My god... Let's just increase the dosages instead.

You asked me here because you need help. We need answers.

I'm here to collect her belongings.

What belongings?

I inherit everything that was hers.

Her research. Papers, tests, lab work.

I'd like as many keepsakes as possible.

I don't think there's much left.

Have a look for yourself.

- Has someone else moved in here? - Yes, this is Rajid's place now.

You did save her stuff, right?

Most of it went with you when you left.

There may be some papers left in the storeroom.

Her fridge? You didn't throw that out, did you?

That's hospital property. You can't remove it from the lab.

This was Vilma's research. Now it belongs to me.

Ravn, have you talked this through with anyone?

Have you allowed yourself time to grieve?

Understanding and accepting that Vilma is gone is one thing.

Letting go is something else. Not just mentally, but physically.

You need to release your tensions here. And in your breath.

Grethe, have you ever lost a boyfriend or husband?

- No, I haven't. - Grief is not muscle tension.

My mother always said that grief is the price of love.

Your stepdaughter came by.

- Siv? - She wanted to talk about Vilma.

Asked about you as well.

You both struggle with the same things, I think.

Seeing her all the time doesn't really make this any easier.

You'll get used to it.

What if we can't wake her, Ravn? Do we keep her down here indefinitely?

They're here.

OK.

- Welcome. - Hi.

Hi...

Breathe in.

And all the way out.

I get dizzy spells, all of a sudden.

I get headaches, feel unwell and my stomach is upset.

Not all at once, but several things at a time.

Open your mouth and say "ah"...

Looks fine.

What's your name?

- Does that matter? - Maybe not?

Let's see...

Blood pressure, chest examination, blood and urine samples,

eyes, hearing, reflexes, BMI, glucogen...

All normal for a man your age.

But I don't feel well. My entire body aches.

Stress, maybe? What do you do for a living?

- Why do you ask? - Your symptoms are pretty vague.

Maybe your lifestyle or job has something to do with it.

I don't smoke, I don't drink much, I'm not sexually active...

Stop taking notes!

Karl, we talked about this. They're professionals, you can trust them.

- You told them my name! - We're bound by confidentiality.

No questions asked, you said. No prying, no pictures online...

If you're ill, we may be able to help.

I doubt it.

- 40,000, was it? - Give it to him.

Great.

Your own GP would do this for 300, you know.

I don't want anyone to know that I'm ill.

- You're not. - Maybe not yet.

This way.

- Antabuse. - Antabuse?

The kind you insert surgically beneath the skin.

That practice was stopped years ago.

That's why I'm here.

There are pills that work the same way.

If you drink, you'll feel extremely sick.

I've tried them, but pills give me a choice.

If I stop taking them, I can start drinking again.

There are other options as well.

I've tried them all. I need to have the choice taken away from me.

I'd like one of those capsules,

like they did before, inserted beneath my skin.

I could have it done in Estonia, but I want it inserted so deep

I can't dig it out myself. Not even with scissors or a knife.

Can you do it or not?

There are very good reasons why this practice was stopped.

I've lost my job. I've lost my husband.

My children don't want to see me.

But now I have a grandchild.

And my daughter says she wants me in her life,

if I can stay sober for a period of time.

I really want to stop.

We'll look into the matter for you. Won't we?

Then we'll schedule a new appointment soon.

Thank you so much.

We have a plan, then. Great. This way, please.

All right.

If you tell anyone about this, there will be repercussions.

And no doctor will be able to help you any more. Right? Good.

Hi, this is Ravn Eikanger. I can't come to the phone.

Leave a message, and I'll get back to you.

Hi, it's me. Are you coming to dinner tomorrow?

Hope to see you there. Bye.

Leif, have you got a second?

This is Leif, our Chief Technical Officer. Per Olav is with the police.

- We've met before, I think. - That's right.

All right, people! Now that Leif is here, let's get this meeting started.

- What are you doing? - I'm... with the police.

I'm here because of the recent robbery.

I'm sure you've all read about it.

One of our officers was badly injured. We take that very seriously.

We're reviewing all agencies with emergency network access

and police readiness info clearance.

We have reason to suspect a leak somewhere.

- Do you think it's one of us? - That's not what I said.

I'm sure you understand that we need to review everything.

Just pretend that I'm not here.

Go about your business as usual.

Very well, guys, let's get started.

First, a film crew from some advertising school

have been given permission to shoot a film

in the tunnels below Valkyrien square.

May I interrupt? I turned down that application.

- I know, Leif. I had to overturn it. - That is my department.

Yes, but one of them is the daughter of the head of the city council.

He called me in person when you turned them down.

He mentioned funding and so on, so I had no choice.

All right,

but I'm not comfortable having a bunch of kids filming down there.

It's not safe. We have regulations for a reason.

- It's all just empty space, isn't it? - Yes, but that's not the point.

It's dark down there. Ventilation ducts all over the place.

And it's a restricted area.

This is how it's got to be, Leif. They're coming to check it out today.

I believe they're making an action film.

Isn't that great? Maybe you'll be a film star?

All right, let's move on.

The first thing...

Ravn?

- Are you all right? - I think so.

Shit, that was intense.

You're bleeding.

- Let me help you... - All right, this will work.

We'll have Leif bring her in next week.

You're next.

Come on, it's your turn.

- Hello. You're the... Yes. - Jonas. Director.

Anette, producer. Nice to meet you.

- Kasper, cinematography. - Siri, sound.

I'm the actor.

I'm Leif, Chief Technical Officer.

You've been allowed to look inside

and maybe do some shooting.

We've been allowed the shoot already.

Down here, I decide what's allowed. You will pay attention at all times.

- Hey! - Yes?

These are some of the most secret rooms in the city.

It's dark. There are ducts, sewer pipes and power cables.

It's dangerous.

You do as I say, or I'll throw you out.

OK.

Let me have your cameras and smartphones.

- You're kidding, right? - We're going to film down there.

- Not this time. - But I'm the cinematographer...

You do this my way, or not at all, like I said.

Let's just put our phones in your bag, then.

Are we done arguing? Good.

What kind of film are you shooting?

It's a kind of action film, set in the future,

but with an underlying love theme.

- This way! - Are we far away?

- How about this way? - No, it's this way. Come on!

This place is always empty. You can shoot here as much as you like.

We need to keep looking...

Hey, don't... You! Don't climb up those.

They're not built for it.

Don't take that tone with me.

- I'm trying to cooperate... - You're not helping!

- Jonas... - I head this project.

- I'll talk to him. - Yes, do that.

But what if we just try to...

Happy? This is one of the more modern rooms in the complex.

That's just it. It's too modern.

But he said it's set in the future.

It's a personal film. Our director doesn't feel anything here.

Doesn't what?

Our director doesn't feel anything here.

- He doesn't feel anything here? - No. Nothing.

Very well, no film shoot, then. Let's go back up.

Hey, you're not supposed to open that!

Just checking the fuses.

- Your camera runs on batteries. - Over here!

- Hey! - I'm going to need lighting.

- Help me control your friends. - If you help me as well.

I've already told you... Hey, don't open that!

- For your own safety. - But it's making a noise!

Hey! You're the boss, right? Keep your crew under control.

What's in here?

It says "Danger - High voltage", that's all you need to know.

That room only. Get it into your head.

Come down here!

You're not... Damn it!

- Shit, this is perfect. - This is it, right, Jonas?

Hey, you're not shooting in here. Forget about it.

Calm down. There's traffic and live rails. No shooting here.

My dad said we're allowed.

That's fine, but he hasn't been here.

He's on the city council and said you were going to help us.

And here I am. Happy to help. But this is not safe.

I'll have Dad talk to your boss, then?

- No need for that. - No.

May I please have my phone back?

Absolutely.

Here you go.

Thanks very much.

Let's just take some photos quickly.

That's mine, thanks.

- I can't believe you said that! - I had to.

This has to go.

It doesn't fit in with the futurism of the movie.

It's so nice of you to come, Ravn.

We haven't seen you much lately.

No, I've been... going through a rough patch.

But I'm trying to get back to normal.

Are you back at work?

I'm working, yes.

I think I'm finally beginning to let go.

Of Vilma?

Of grief.

- Hi! - Hello, come on in.

Long time, no see.

We were worried you wouldn't come.

I was at the library checking something.

And what was that?

It was something about Mum, actually.

- I think I know why she wasn't found. - Siv...

- Please don't. - She was never found, though.

No, but she didn't want to be found. She wrote that in her letter.

Exactly. Why was that so important?

Mum was ill.

You need to accept that. She had her reasons.

- But... - The fjord is very deep.

- The tide probably took her. - She wanted us to believe that.

- What do you mean? - Please, Siv...

Grandpa asked.

This will get us nowhere. Let it go.

I haven't talked to him in ages!

- What are you doing, then? - Just a bit of research.

- There are things I want to ask you. - Like what?

Like, why don't you live at home any more?

You said you think you know why she wasn't found.

I think she's alive.

Siv...

- Ravn... - Thanks for the meal.

Please don't go, Ravn.

Shit.

- How about if I take over? - You wouldn't know what to do.

This is far more dangerous than what you've outlined.

Let go...

What will you do if I don't wake up?

How will you handle Siv?

Ravn?

Ravn...

Hi. You have to wake up.

Hey, Ravn.

Wake up!

Get up, I need to talk to you.

It's important.

What the...?

- What's the time? - 1.30am.

- Did you throw a party in here? - What?

- What's up? - We've got...

a minor problem.

- And I need some help. - Let me put my trousers on.

I'll wait outside.

- 10 hours? - Yes.

Tomorrow morning, this must be empty.

- What's happening here tomorrow? - We have a minor situation.

A war or something?

Please.

- I'm ready to go. - Good.

And we move it all back here the day after tomorrow.

What?

- Catch. - No, don't... I wasn't ready!

- Are you coming, Leif? - I need to think a bit.

This is easy, right?

- Come on, Leif, give us a hand. - And damage my arm even more?

I need a break. Stop!

Come on. One, two, three, go!

- How do you think she is? - Physically?

- When is the baby due? - In 5 weeks.

If she's in general good health, she'll be just fine.

Marit is really healthy.

- How old is she? - 29. 2 years older than I am.

- So she's strong. It'll be fine. - You think so?

She was going to give birth at home. Bypass the entire system.

But I'm not there now. She'll need someone to help her.

- That's true. - Preferably a doctor, right?

What are you talking about?

Booze.

This worked out just fine, didn't it?

Good job.

Beyond all expectations.

- Thanks for helping. - Cheers.

NO ENTRY

We've found a solution that we think will give you what you want.

A new treatment. It's not Antabuse, but we think it's even better.

Great!

We'll insert this where you can't remove it without surgery.

In the back of your neck, between vertebrae C4 and C5, to be precise.

I see. I'm ready.

That's what we'd like to ensure.

This syringe contains the same active ingredient, in a one-in-ten solution.

Before we move on, we'd like you to feel the effect

of what will happen if you drink.

I'm not going to drink.

It's a different kind of pain to anything you've ever felt.

If you don't recognise it, you might panic and have a cardiac arrest.

So this is required before we move on.

Very well.

We'd like you to sit down on the floor.

Bite down on this.

Ready?

Remember, this will pass in a short while.

- Is this...? - She'll be fine.

Are you OK?

Sit down here. There we go.

If we insert the capsule, and you go back to drinking,

it will release a dose ten times stronger than that.

You may not survive. Should you be overpowered by the urge to drink,

come and see us to have it removed first.

She was very satisfied. To her, it's a one-time investment.

- How much did you charge her? - 150,000.

I have to say, it's pure genius. A quick, easy procedure.

And if she wants it removed, we get paid for that as well.

And there are lots and lots of desperate winos out there.

You have no idea.

Now what?

Stop it. Tell me!

There's... no capsule in her neck.

She just thinks there is.

I am rather impressed.

You just cut her open and stitched her back up?

- What was in the syringe? - Phosphalic acid.

It's not dangerous, but it hurts like mad.

So she paid us 150,000 for nothing?

No.

She paid for the fear she needs.

There's no greater motivational force.

We took away her choice and replaced it with a lie.

That lie will serve her well as long as she believes it.

Her catheter has just been changed, so you don't have to worry about it.

Don't touch any of this.

This shows you her blood pressure, oxygen saturation and pulse.

If it goes outside of 40-90, the machine starts beeping

and you need to call me.

Her respirator is over here.

If it starts beeping, you also need to call me.

- And if she wakes up? - She won't.

Not ever?

Well, yes, or...

Maybe not.

- What's wrong with her, then? - I'm trying to find out.

A list of the most important points.

- And feel free to talk to her. - About what?

Anything, really.

- Can she hear me? - I don't know.

- Good luck. - But Ravn...

What about...?

Well, I don't know what to say.

I don't know you. But I'm Teo.

It seems you and I have a few things in common.

If you can hear me, raise a finger.

If you can hear me, lie absolutely still.

Are you into music at all?

I am. I love music, to tell you the truth.

If you like music, Ravn should have provided some.

Better than listening to me chattering on.

I make my own music, actually.

I've never showed it to anyone.

Or played it to anyone.

Hi, Radka!

I'm glad you came. Sorry about last time.

It's all right.

- Do you come here often? - Not really.

You've been to see her since the funeral, though?

No.

Calm down, Radka.

Do you know where I found him?

Yes, I think so.

What's a lab rat doing at the cabin?

You're right, I don't live at home any more.

I couldn't stand it. Everything reminded me of Mum.

This is Leopold. I brought him with me.

Why?

Because I am so terribly lonely without her.

And she loved her rats, especially Leopold.

But I found the cabin empty. Where were you?

Well, I...

- I must have been staying at a hotel. - A hotel?

The good thing about that is, it feels like I'm travelling.

I like that.

Mum and I loved travelling together, you know.

- Maybe she is. - What?

Travelling. Maybe she's just been away.

What makes you say that?

- I want to know what happened to Mum! - She's dead, Siv.

I don't believe it! I think she was working, maybe to cure herself.

But she was stopped, or someone wanted to...

- use her research for profit... - She's dead!

Mum may well have been keeping secrets about her work. Probably.

It may be hard to accept.

But what's even harder is accepting what she did.

But I have no choice but to do so.

Because I was there.

I saw her.

I saw her taking the boat out.

I thought she just needed to be alone for a bit, but...

But then I found her letter in the kitchen.

If you keep looking, you might find answers about what she was doing.

But that doesn't change anything.

We may lose some illusions.

Find her less fantastic than when she was alive.

And to me, nothing is worth that.

Have you had time to grieve?

You have to let go.

Grief and rage. I feel it too.

It's the same kind of energy.

It's not just in your thoughts. It affects you physically too.

You have to feel it here, in your chest.

And here, in your throat.

You have to feel your hope letting go.

Now breathe it out.

You know, grief...

Grief is the price of love.

Ready? Here I go.

It's an unstable capitalist zombie state.

I wander around and watch people lose

their clothes, food and shelter, but no one seems to bother.

It's coming, coming, coming to get you!

You're gonna remember what I told you.

Should have listened to me instead of laughing.

You bloody idiot, you're gonna get what's coming to you.

Stop! Hold it right there!

Yes. Keep moving up the stairs. You're going home to your family.

Feel the pain... Cut!

Let's do it again.

It's good to have several takes.

We are the latter day lucky ones.

We earn more, build taller and grow faster than those who went before us.

Everything is new and improved.

We are the third post-WW2 generation.

The last ones able to shut out what's happening and live carefree lives.

We bring up selfish, hypocritical, greedy kids

that we don't even like ourselves,

who live for their own gratification alone.

We lie to ourselves.

And deep down, we know it.

But as long as everyone keeps smiling, no one is going to stop the party.

We live on borrowed time,

spending the very last of the biggest severance package ever.

We are the latter day lucky ones.

But someday the last day will be over.