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An exchange would be made in return for information. What do you have to give

that I could possibly want?

What shall I have made, Marcus?

It's our new governor.

Are you all happy letting the town drunk just wander around and shoot a hunting

rifle? He is not the town drunk.

Hey, man, I got you, huh? Whoa.

You're in good hands.

My husband has done this before.

Do you want me, boys?

The parasites, the wasps, the lava, they're dead and gone. A single specimen

preserved in cryogenic suspension.

I can't believe this.

They didn't get on a plane. They're still here.

Lars! Morning, Mr. Ulvenade!

That's it.

Every last thing you need, baby.

Look, the reason Catrie's body isn't in the wreckage is because Spindle did what

I told him to do, which was to throw her body a thousand feet over the glacier.

Well, yes, so where's the files, huh?

Somebody's been here recently, been into the wreckage. Now, whoever it was...

Took all the files. Took all the hard drives.

All of Katri's research.

Who? Baby, I don't know who.

Well, we lost it, Boyd.

We lost it. All her work. Everything.

We lost it.

Look, they had their orders. Get rid of Katri and bring the files to you. They

had their orders, Alpha. Katri was in the chopper when they left Fortitude.

I know.

Detective Sergeant Lobey left his laptop in the office.

What are you reading?

It's reporting to the death of Governor Monk. It's not finished, obviously.

Obviously.

Because they still need to speak to Lars.

But Lars is left out.

When you found me in the car crash?

When I woke up and I was hanging out of the wreckage and you were holding my

head up on the hill?

What?

I thought you were gonna kill me, Dan.

I wondered that myself.

But instead, you set me free.

Thank you.

Hey. Hey.

I got you this.

You look terrible. What's the matter?

The matter?

Yeah, why does everybody look like they want to kill themselves all the time

just now?

Natalie actually does.

Does what?

Want to kill herself.

Ever since her eyes went, she doesn't think she can continue.

Poor, poor Natalie. I should go and visit her.

You can't.

Why not?

Because she's gone.

Gone? Yeah, her dad came and bundled her up and took her away.

That is the last we'll ever see of Natalie Elberton.

You must be very sad.

Not as sad as you might expect.

A bit of a relief, actually, in some ways.

Really?

We should get another in.

I was in New York when Bill recorded this.

We shared a dealer.

I know.

Cutaneous lesions look like a post -sarcoma.

Macular, I think.

That's a word.

Means stained.

Immaculate conception meant without stain.

Something in Larry turns out to be incompatible.

I saw a donor.

I think nobody would be surprised if he didn't show up one day.

Somebody thinks of drink.

You're talking to me or the wasp? The wasp drunk.

The wasp is parasitic, not paralytic.

I may have had a drink.

I think anyone could do this, Matt.

Sober.

Do it.

Do it.

Left eye first? Right side, yes.

Please left eye first

Fuck, I tried to sting me. And?

I'm sorry, we've had a slight technical setback here. You were

boozing and now you've fucked this up.

You just let a paralytic wasp fuck your sightless eyeballs so I'd climb down off

your moral high horse if I was you.

Parasitic.

my heart.

You know what?

Touch the heart.

It's too dangerous.

Feel it.

It's a human's way.

Round the side. Have a ribcage.

Push it in.

Three inches.

No further.

I might kill you.

Let's find out.

Find out what?

If you can.

Do it, Petra.

You're the only one who can do this.

I can't do this.

You don't feel things?

Briefly. Like a white light.

Where do you go when you lose consciousness?

What makes you think I go anywhere?

Because you are talking to someone.

What about?

Tell me.

You ask questions.

And someone is answering because you become angry?

Who?

Who is answering?

He has none.

Not open yet, Michael.

Don't fuck around, Trude. It's 12 o 'clock.

You open at 12 o 'clock.

That clock's blocked.

Hello.

What can I get for you?

That guy? Mm -hmm.

His name is Michael Lennox.

Thank you.

Michael.

Excuse me?

She said you were Michael.

Yeah. Uh, Michael Lennox. That's my name.

I have some questions.

Questions?

Why do you look so nervous, Michael? Don't be nervous.

Thank you.

Here you go.

May I?

Do you mind if I ask who the hell are you?

And what the hell questions do you want to ask of me?

My name is Elsa.

And I want to know what it's like to live in this place.

Excuse me? For the last... very many years I lived in Los Angeles.

Every day the sun shines like the day before and the day before that and the

next day will be the same. We're all animals and our bodies adapt and change

we alter our environment.

I want to know what it feels like to live in a place where my blood and the

around my skin are at war.

Well, uh...

thermals and a good fleece or derriere in fortitude to

prevent the skin wars from starting.

I want a man who knows this place well and knows how to survive

here.

He'll show me around and hold me to see.

Take me inland to the ice fields and the mountains.

To the ends of the earth.

To the ends of the earth.

You got anything better to do, Michael Lennox?

This was next to the till.

Ralphie left it.

Ralphie? Don't serve Michael Lennox any drink. He's boss of fighting.

Ralphie, you're just kidding around.

Michael. Hey.

You're not serving him with drink. You served me with drink, and now I'm

him.

Please, Truda.

Michael and I are long -lost friends.

Why did you ask me his name, then?

It's been such a long time, I wasn't sure it was him.

We were lovers before he left America and came here.

I've been searching all my life.

You. You and Michael.

Well, that was...

Way, way, way before I married Freya. Does Ingrid know?

Nobody knows.

Well, maybe you can save him then.

Small town.

Fuck all that.

To the ghost of our memories.

Same with DIY.

They're Philips. They've only got a... I want to be back later with the correct

and appropriate implement.

You warm enough?

Bloody cold in here. Of course, we're underground in the Arctic. Traditionally

very cold environment.

Permafrost.

Frees the bollocks off a woolly mammoth.

Nat?

Can you hear me, Natalie?

I'm preparing myself for the moment when your personality is subsumed to the

greater imperative of the parasitical lava and your humanity becomes reduced

a vestigial remnant.

Are we there yet?

Duh.

Duh? No, we're not fucking there yet.

Good.

Cold.

Divering.

Feeling sick.

Rubbish idea.

Is that better?

Can I have a cuddle, please?

He's gone and the taxi's gone with him.

And now the party's just me and this gorgeous girl named Freya who didn't

to share a taxi with Big John.

I tell you, I'm kind of shaky.

And we're just sitting. And so I say, so where are you sleeping

tonight? And there's silence.

And then she looks right at me and says, in your bed.

And I swear to God.

I'm thinking, Jesus, does this mean I'm going to have to sleep in the bathroom?

Oh, man, that's ridiculous.

That's what I'm saying. That's what I'm saying. I couldn't believe my ears. I

couldn't believe my life. Can you go?

Will you, uh, excuse me?

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking Sergeant Ebby kind of worships his boss, don't you think? To

unhealthy degree.

I mean, I never worshipped my boss.

You never worshipped Dan Anderson?

Not even slightly.

Especially not these days.

Why not?

Eric, come on. Dan has had some kind of terrible mental breakdown.

We're all pretending everything is normal.

Eric, you know this as well as I do.

Does Petra think the same? Petra is fucking him.

She is?

Of course she is.

Are you completely oblivious to everything that's going on around you?

Dan's gone crazy. Petra's lost her mind.

My dad is drinking himself to death.

No, I knew that. You're in a bubble of grief and denial.

I'm not in a bubble.

What if our friends and neighbors did murder Governor Fuckass Monk? I'm not in

bubble of anything. Sheriff!

Eric! Eric! There's been a shooting at Lars' cabin.

A man and a woman. Who?

And love, love is there. I'll calm down now.

It's been great to catch up after this thing. Find catch for now. Meet me

outside.

Don't respond.

Let Eric deal with him. This is all his fault, you know that.

Let him and Ingrid work the same.

Stand up.

Stand up.

He lost a lot of blood.

What have you been doing?

I asked Petra to stick to shame in this knife enemy.

I won't have it.

You're the sheriff, not a ritualistic goddamn Thetamethic, not job. I know,

I know.

You should eat before you fall down.

Give Eric an hour and then get out there.

I was instead inside the doorway.

The killer could be inside.

I know.

Could be.

DCM nickel burst.

Shot in the central of the forehead.

She's dead.

Two shots fired. Sergeant Obi, one rifle shot.

There's no pulse, he said, too.

Lars, shot Irby when you opened the door.

Then, fickle bursts.

First shot, missed Lars.

The second shot...

Nearly took his head off.

Yeah. And last shot.

TCI make a bust. Dead between the eyes.

Bang, bang.

They both shot in the same split second.

If it was bang, bang, only one of them would be dead because the second bang

would have missed.

So it must have just been bang.

We set up a perimeter.

Fingertips no such.

Anything doesn't look right in this scenario.

We put up a numbered plastic cup over the fucker.

Where the hell is Dan Anderson?

Completely raw.

Are you on some kind of faddish new diet, Dan? Ralphie just gave me the

meat.

Enjoy.

You're the sheriff.

Dan Anderson, the sheriff of Fortitude.

That's what it says on my big furry hat.

I'm Elsa Chantal.

Chantal Pharmaceuticals.

Funded Dr.

Catry.

Bankroll, early monk.

Sent a bunch of killers and hitmen out here to kidnap me.

We're past all that now.

We are?

Yes.

After the experiments, a lab rat isn't of any value.

A lab rat? I was one, too.

You were a lab rat?

The circumstances that created you and me, I've been researching this all my

life, created 19 others like us.

The parasite.

18 of you and one of me.

One of you.

Well, the rest never made it beyond a couple of years, so... So, uh, how long

did you make it?

Since infection?

Well, that was, uh, 73 years ago.

I owe you a recompense.

This... is not what you need.

Well, so, uh, what do I need?

Cerebrospinal fluid.

Human? Yes, of course.

It contains neuroendocrine factors, which seem to enable renewal.

Hmm.

So, let me be clear about this, because I can't imagine there's a queue of

donors.

I'm assuming you have to harvest some cerebrospinal fluid from living

human beings.

That's correct.

Do they become dead human beings?

They have to be alive during the extraction, but yes.

Nobody's going home at the end of the day.

Apart from you, Elsa.

Dan, you will be obsessively drawn to near -death experience and a desire to

connect with all the people you kill.

Alongside this will be terrible numbing of empathy, complete confusion regarding

your moral purpose, any purpose.

You will encounter a menagerie of plagues, boils, decrepitudes, and

You will become mad.

You will become lost.

Then, if you survive that, you will become dead.

I am not a parasite.

When you become desperate, come and find me.

Hemorrhaging all across the sclera? From the gunshot. Maybe, though I would

associate this with strangulation. Gunshot to the throat like this would

instantly reduce blood pressure to the head and no hemorrhage.

What the hell is this clown playing at here? I am the

interim governor and the governor of Fortitude is also the chief of Fortitude

police.

You can sure hold a liquor.

See, my belief is that the metabolism produces way more than the average

dehydrogenase, which denatures the ethanol in the vodka.

Whatever.

That's the chloroform I use making you sick.

Mixed in with all the vodka that she fed you.

It's best if you get it all out so you don't choke.

Please.

Untie me.

This is not good. I didn't do anything to you.

Please. You got it wrong.

Hey, this is about that woman in the bar.

I don't know her.

Just a guy in the bar.

Nobody.

Just a guy that drinks.

No. Stop.

Please. No, no, no, no, no,

no,

no, no, no, no, no.

You are

not

to blame.

You don't want any chances.

That's what she is.

Make sure you get some rest.

I hurt you.

Yes.

You fucking hurt me. You broke my fucking nose.

I'm so sorry.

It wasn't personal.

What?

It's over now. I can't reach you.

What is?

A parasite.

I had no control.

Natalie.

Natalie had no control.

My fucking head.

Don't sound like your nose is broken. The sound of your voice.

You should go to A &E, get it seen to. Fucking right.

And more chain.

I need to be restrained on my wrists and ankles.

I can't fight it when it grabs me like that. There's no negotiation, no

discussion. It's just boom.

Small restraints.

Oh.

I'll buy you a heater.

You get cold.

Thanks, Vince.

You're really kind and thoughtful and I appreciate it.

Motherfucker!

As soon as I've got her home, we'll get this over and done with.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

Untie me.

I'm not going to untie you. This isn't healthy.

You're bloody telling me it isn't. How the fuck do you explain having a woman

all bondaged up in your basement?

I want the Zig Sauer

P226 X5 Tactical with a custom Hogue grip and tritium sights.

Put down the gun.