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Hush. Everything's gonna be alright.

No. I need a caesarean.

Let's have a good look first.

The placenta's in the wrong place.

- Without surgery, I'll bleed to death. - Don't worry, we'll fix it.

Have some laughing gas, it'll help with the contractions

and calm you down.

Slow deep breaths.

Everything's okay,

I can see the head.

Please, that's not the doctor.

- I need a proper doctor. - Hush.

It's fine, I can already see the head.

True. I can see something too. It'll be fine!

Yvonne?!

It'll be fine.

You're...

- You're not on Sløborn. - Neither are you anymore.

That's good, yes, breathe.

And now push!

- Push hard, press! - Is that normal?

What? What is?

Alex, get the little ones out of here!

Push! Once more, push! Push!!

- One more and it's out! - Everything's okay.

Yes, yes. There it is!

I'm still alive, I'm still alive, please.

Hello? I'm alive. Hello?

She is dead.

DAY 7 WITHOUT ELECTRICITY

17 WEEKS SINCE EVACUATION

Hoho. Good boy.

Good boy, good boy.

That's some friends you have there.

Stay. Stay.

Good, nice. Good boy!

Who's a clever boy? You're a clever boy!

I'll be writing about you.

Good morning, her ladyship. All on her own today?

Good morning.

Oh hey, you can't let Knuspa out by herself anymore.

The dogs on the island are forming a pack and turning feral.

Could get dangerous.

I want you to teach me to drive.

- Have you seen Freja? - Nope, just got up.

- Have you seen Freja? - I bet she's already up.

- But she's not downstairs. - Maybe she overslept?

Fuck!

YELLOW MAN

- Am I that late? - No, Freja is gone.

- We can't find her. - She's probably off, running errands.

She would never go without leaving us a note. No way.

- Anyone could forget, even holy Freja. - Come on, shut it!

Perhaps she's had it with us lot.

- As if! - Pretty hypocritical.

If one of us had done this she'd hit the roof.

Rightly so, too. Last time we had to bury Mikko.

- What if she's really left us? - I don't believe it. She'd--

It's always the same story. You come and you get sent away again.

- Maybe she's fetching some food?

No! There's no way! She wouldn't have just left?

- Nobody likes her!

- Now she's gone! - Can you all just calm down!

- What? What!? - The old slag...

Cut the crap!

Under normal circumstances we'd never kick off

just because Freja hasn't left a note.

It's this perpetual state of emergency.

We have to learn to chill, guys.

- Shit, not again... - Great!

You just let off the clutch too soon.

Keep the pressure on the left pedal, up until you feel it connect.

And then gradually release.

Now step on it and try again.

And really slowly, the left foot back...

But keep the pressure on it. That's it...

Can you feel that? Here we go. Steer!

Yes, fantastic!

- Keep it up! - Excellent!

- And, clutch down, into second gear. - Do I have to?

First gear is only to start off.

Gas!

- Alright, and change gears again. - Already?

Third gear, come on baby!

Pedal to the metal!

Oh, this is fun!

She'd have left much sooner!

She did it all of her own free will!

What do you have in mind?

Oh man, what now?

You taking off?

Well, Freja said we were free to choose.

Right?

Ella, don't fuck about!

Look around!

All this is now ours!

There's nicer things than looking for a new field with Freja

and giving it a good old ploughing.

Looting and burning?

Ella, listen.

- Soon there will be nothing. - In two years' time, we'll see.

Dude, you've seen how Magnus' brother lives. Like a fat cat!

I'm off! Anyone coming?

- What's up? - We were looking for you.

I was scouting, finding another farm.

You wanna move on?

Where to?

You didn't leave a note.

We had no idea

where you were.

Of course I left a note.

Must have fallen down.

Okay, what is this?

We don't have a clue either.

Did you find another farm?

Yeah. Right. There's good news.

Project Second Chance is back!

Okay, the bags please.

DEAR BIKE USER, WE TOOK YOUR BIKE. WE ARE THE NEW CHANCE SLOBORN E.V.

DEAR GROUP, I WENT OUT EARLY LOOKING FOR A NEW HOME...

Yes.

- Shit. - Brake.

Brake.

Brake!

Feet off the pedals!

Are you okay?

Not bad for a first timer.

We'll take that one next.

Number 10.

Let me...

- It's locked. - Key hooks?

Yes, but too far away.

- No car key. - No?

How uncivilized...

Who doesn't leave their car key near the door?

They probably took their main key and the car key was on the ring.

Realistic scenario.

Let's hope there's a spare.

Last night I heard your type writer.

Yes, the fountain of creativity is flowing.

Sorry, was it too loud? Couldn't you sleep?

I am trying to be more considerate.

New strategy for lack of social choices.

No no, all good, I...

just lay there awake.

But...

have you considered that perhaps no one will ever read it?

Or...

Who knows if there are even any publishers and...

...readers.

No one even read your last manuscript.

I am not writing to be read. I write because I have to.

You know...

...it stops time.

Yes...

- I have read "Dwarf Witness" now. - Really?

Yes. My mother had it on her shelf. I thought it was really cool.

Yeah...

Really cool.

The dwarf also wanted to stop time.

Yes.

As far as content is concerned, I seem to be treading water.

Can I read Solution Worm, too?

You'd be the first...

Bingo.

So?

Can I?

I don't want any feedback. Nothing, niente, nada!

Got it.

Right, let's see you wreck this one.

Just reflects on the teacher...

Hey! All good?

No hurry.

Get in slowly.

Start the car.

- Best you drive! - You can do it. Start the car.

In neutral.

Clutch down, reverse gear.

- Shit! - Wait.

Again. Nice and easy. Nice and easy.

And gas! Again!

Gas! Gas!

You're doing really well.

Okay.

Hey.

I'm still thinking of leaving this thing behind.

We could start our own thing out there.

What do you say?

I say that the last time we did our own thing, Mikko died.

Yeah, because that Jan overreacted. I was totally in cont-

I was driving the car, Ella!

Me!

Sometimes I wonder if they were right about me,

the teachers, cops, social workers,

and that my head is full of shit.

Perhaps I should just stop "doing my own thing".

Perhaps they're right.

Perhaps Freja's right.

Hey.

I really meant it earlier

when I said that I was getting out. What do you reckon?

- Maybe... - You really wanna play at farmer?

Our sentences are done,

and our criminal records are rotting away somewhere.

Stop! Stop!

Careful, duck down!

Such perverse bullshit!

Freja's lucky she was so slow, this was meant to kill.

It was that deserter, the yellow freak.

We don't know who it was. Who knows who's still on this island.

We should look for weapons.

I reckon I'll stay with the others.

- And now the indicator. - Really? Now?

Come on, we are the pillars of civilization here.

Into reverse.

Yes.

Steering wheel far left, look over your shoulder

And slowly off.

Yes, excellent!

Not too bad, right?

- Indeed. - Thanks.

Is there a particular reason

you suddenly want to learn to drive, Evelin?

Not safe to be on a skateboard anymore.

Or to lie.

I just want to be prepared.

I mean... you just saw for yourself. That man--

Yes. We'll take care of it, I'll think of something.

Still. You know, perhaps we'll have to leave Sløborn soon. Could be...

Not sure that's a good idea.

We don't know what it's like out there.

But we'll have to find out one day.

- Where have you been? - Told you, learning to drive.

You can't be gone so much. The little ones are constantly scared.

You'll just have to learn to look after yourselves,

- I only popped in to make lunch. - We've already cooked.

There you are then!

You did great.

- Okay. - Ey, you're not leaving again already!

When I come back I want everything cleaned up and spick and span, okay?

What a bitch.

IS THIS YOUR LUGGAGE?

Well, at least we don't need to renovate.

Don't underestimate country life.

I am not gonna lie to you. This farm is ideal for us,

but it's an awful lot of work.

Much more than the Østergaard farm.

That was about learning to work,

team effort.

That was about you.

This is about survival!

Everyone has to pitch in.

Sure.

Right?

I thought there'd be grub. Fruit trees and such...

There are a few fruit trees back there. But that's not enough.

We have to plant everything ourselves. For nine people.

And it's the beginning of April, there's not much time.

A farmer works all year, but in spring he does the groundwork for the rest.

Those bushes are windbreakers for other plants.

We need to divide them and replant them.

Back there is an asparagus patch.

That's good for cabbages, too.

Asparagus and cabbages are beach plants.

And all these weeds here, we can fight those with potatoes.

We can harvest those all-year-round. They're hardy and easy.

We'll have to sow onions and cabbages now.

As for seeds...

They are worth gold to us.

- I saw some in that D.I.Y. shop. - Me too.

- We'll go get them. - But it's all locked.

- Then we'll break down the door. - Careful, Freja.

You're leading us off the path of righteousness.

We're not stealing, we leave notes.

Back there are some windows.

We can use those for a greenhouse, that gives us more possibilities.

- But the potatoes are paramount! - I knew it. Potatoes.

What about meat?

- No one needs meat. - No one needs you.

There were sheep, cows, and chickens on Sløborn.

We'll see what has survived, catch them and save them.

What if we sort this out, make it work, settle in

and then the owners come back?

If anyone were to turn up here,

the pandemic would likely be over

and we could all go home.

Noooo, fuck. What? Urgh, Dude.

Phew, they must have starved to death.

Why do they look like that?

The living have been eating the dead

until the meat was rotten.

They have to be cleared.

Yes sir!

Thanks Devid for volunteering. Lobo will surely help you.

Cora, Solveig, check out the bedroom situation.

Are there enough beds? Ella and Keith.

Can you check the larder? And Hatice and Zoe, you come with me.

Having fun yet?

WE'LL BE BACK SOON

WE MISS YOU!

What is this?! Are you following me?

I'm not scared of you!

I'm not looking for a re-match.

A mortality rate of 90% in adults

and you of all people had to survive.

I'm young at heart.

- You changed the decor? - I like it in there.

Working and drinking in great company.

- You alone on the island? - I saw a guy in a yellow hazmat suit.

Probably a soldier, judging by his weapon.

I've seen him too.

Anyone else?

Just you.

Listen.

There are some kids on the island.

Hoodlums, but harmless.

- Leave them in peace. - I'm all for peace.

Do you know anything else...

About the rest of the world?

Nope...

Strange feeling, right?

Sløborn is my home.

I don't know what you want here,

but I figure there's enough room on the island.

Just don't cross my path elsewhere.

Or I might remember

that I have to protect my neighbours' property from you

and that you're begging for another beating.

Logical reasoning.

What a surprise. Hello!

- We're closed. - I'd just noticed that, yes.

I'll be on my way. Already gone.

Everyone's dead.

Infected and died, infected and died.

My entire family.

My condolences...

So?

Looks like they rented out rooms here.

So that's enough bedrooms, if we share.

Great. Get the rooms ready for the others,

so they're done before it gets dark.

Sure thing.

The stench is getting worse and worse.

That's not the cats.

The stink is coming from over there.

Looking good!

All ship-shape.

We should check out the barn.

Hey Rocky, what are you doing here?

Hush!

Rocky, down, off with you!

Keep calm!

You see, I am not doing a thing.

Just turning my bike around.

I'm not food at all. Not even tasty.

Shit.

Herm.

- Okay, let's start with this. - No way! I'm no part of this shit!

It's a lot of work.

- Everyone needs to do their share. - No way. I've had it, I'm off!

You stay right here!

Oh yeah? And why?

Didn't you hold a speech last week

about us being free to choose as we're adults?

That was before you nicked a car and caused MIKKO'S DEATH!

I'm outta here and you slag will not stop me.

This is not the penitentiary!

You bet it is! Go and you are an escaped convict.

As soon as the pandemic is over, it's straight to prison for you.

- Who's coming? - Ella, chill, okay--

Just shut your mouth, Cora.

You old cunt.

Get lost!

- Go away, you can't be here, get lost! - Herm! Calm down.

Calm down. It's me, Evelin!

Evelin, get lost, Evelin, go away!

Go or you'll die! Death! I bring death!

Hunger and stink, Wednesday or Thursday, whatever. Whatever.

Herm. I know you. We...

- We're friends. - Friends. Enemies.

I bring death.

I am sick, sick! I'm sick.

What day is it today?

It's Tuesday.

Tuesday the 20th of April.

Get lost Evelin, you are Evelin, Evelin.

Everyone has got to go. Away from me, from the island.

I tried to warn you. To warn everyone.

- I bring death. - Are you sick?

- Do you have the pigeon flu? - I drank it. Death is inside me.

Death for all. Protective suit.

- Protective suit. - You're infectious?

You're wearing that suit to protect us?

When did you get infected?

At the very start.

It was Sunday. Definitely Sunday. Drank up the whole...

At the start? Four months ago?

Herm!

That's too long ago.

If you really had pigeon flu, you'd be long dead.

You're immune, like me.

- Like plenty of kids and teens. - There was blood.

- Eyes, nose, blood, death, headshot. - Yes. Yes, I bled too.

But my immune system sorted it out. Just like yours.

Why are you out on your own? That's dangerous!

The island is no longer safe.

You're out alone, too.

I can't die.

I am the bringer of death.

Certain death...

You're right.

We shouldn't be walking around on our own.

I really need to get to the marina. Perhaps you could come and protect me?

What do you want, little rat?

Sorry about the other day.

We were just bored and then

- it all escalated. - Okay, forget it and piss off.

I could work for you.

Renovating and cleaning, whatever you want.

Let me come and live here.

No.

I'm no kindergarten teacher like my brother.

- You're better off with Freja. - Forget Freja and her shitty farm.

That's not me!

We could also fuck, if you like.

No way.

You think you're hot shit?

Girl, you're just lost.

What happened here?

- Was that the army? - Army. Monday.

You don't need that.

You don't need it!

The cars.

Yes, cars.

They're no good to me.

Listen, I have to get off the island. At any cost.

- Ship! - Exactly.

We're on Sløborn. There must be a boat somewhere.

Hey, ouch, hey, I'm pregnant!

Ship!

It's Tuesday again. They come on Tuesday!

- The island isn't safe anymore! - Who are they?

Pirates. They're pirates.