All language subtitles for Fortitude S03E03 Episode 3

I'm Elsa Chantal.

Chantal Pharmaceutical.

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

created you and me. Parasite. Created 18
of you and one of me.

Everyone who was infected by that
parasite killed someone in order to pass

infection on. Not Dan Anderson.

Latest tissue regeneration stands at
almost 95%.

You broke my nose!

It's a parasite.

I can't bite it when it grabs me like
that. You are talking to someone, and

someone is answering? Because you become
angry? Who is answering?

Don't respond.

DCR nickel burst.

Shot in the center of the forehead.

We're terminating emergency!

I am the interim governor, and also the
chief of fortitude police.

The ghost of our memory.

She lost it!

The river did come to me Straight into
my heart

I tried to caress it

But it ran through my fingers

I would have liked to keep the bodies in
situ for longer.

There are too many things to this that
concern me.

We're rushing the forensics.

Petra and her eyebrow tweezers.

What? Well, that's forensics in
fortitude, somebody once said. Somebody

probably dead?

What concerns you, Eric?

Well, for starters, the idea that Lars
Olvenon had shot two people dead.

That concerns me. What were the Oslo
investigators doing out here?

Arresting Lars.

Why were they arresting Lars Ubernath?

The night this man imported you.
Somebody must have given them his name.

Who would do such a thing?

To a fellow citizen.

Or... Lars brewed a reindeer juice in
industrial quantities.

Eric, you told them reindeer juice was
the cause of Governor Monk's suicidal

death leap.

Well, that's the reason, then?

You should get going.

There's no room in here for you.

Party's our priority.

What? There's plenty of room.

You can ride with me in the ice cruiser
the dead people come out in.

Dan Anderson.

Tell me, why did you mention the
reindeer juice?

Because Eric was about to realize that
you grasped up Lars and got him killed.

So you were protecting me.

You're the governor.

And you are the sheriff.

That's how it works.

It's not personal, Mark.

They fixed law on the world we live in.

The roles we have.

I understand.

So you must also understand that I sent
Miklobus and Obi -Wan to Lars' cabin.

I got there before them and murdered
Lars.

Strangled him in his bed.

Then when the investigators arrived, I
shot Sergeant Obi. Then I shot Detective

Inspector Miklobus.

And then...

I shot Lars's corpse.

True to true.

To hide the marks of strangulation.

The bruises my thumbs made.

I don't recollect you ever committing
any murders on my behalf.

There's still time.

Pardon? I'm talking to the governor.

Yes.

You are.

Darth's killed them.

Yeah. That's what it looks like.

Darth the Snowplow Driver.

I know.

Jesus.

So now, who attacked you?

Oh, no, it was nothing. It was just a...

A bit of misunderstanding.

Yeah, silly.

Who was?

The orderly said you were assaulted by a
troll man.

Yes, a big Russian.

There aren't any Russian boats in
Fortitude just now.

Well... What did you look like?

Big.

Big? Mm.

And, uh, like he... Like he worked with
his hands on a big fish -trawling

vessel.

And this happened in the Blue Fox?

Yes. In the toilet?

Yeah. Had you been drinking heavily?

I suppose I had been drinking.

I'm not going to have any of this shit
in my notebook.

When you want to tell me the truth about
what happened, then come and find me in

the police station.

Marcus. I'm here in my capacity as
governor.

Okay. Governor.

Eric Odegaard.

We have to talk.

After what you saw today, you probably
need a drink.

Indeed, yes.

In my former capacity as a
schoolteacher, I rarely witnessed such

Sheriff Anderson said some things to me
on the drive back from the murder scene.

He did?

Yes, and after what he told me...

I felt it incumbent upon myself as
governor to telephone Oslo.

And what did you tell him? That the
Fortitude police were absolutely

that a tragic shooting had resulted in
the death of all three people concerned.

And as such, we were not looking for any
further suspects.

Dan told you to say this?

No.

No, I was speaking to Oslo in my own
capacity as governor.

based on my own conclusions.

Marcus, you have no experience
whatsoever in any shape or form in

police investigation.

Governor. What? You said Marcus. You
continue to say Marcus. I'm speaking

now to you as your governor.

The governor of Fortitude. Fuck that!
Fuck you, Marcus Husserclap! You

ridiculous, jumped -up pipsqueak!

What? You fucking heard me!

There is another matter that I discussed
with Oslo.

The governor's residence, i .e. this
house, is a conditional

sine qua non of the interim governor's
office.

Now, it has been nine weeks since the
previous governor, i .e. your wife,

Odegaard, vacated this residence.

And so, in accordance to Oslo's...

Directive.

I am willing to give you 48 hours to
make alternative accommodation

before I move in.

So that would be, fuck you, Governor
Huseklep!

Boy Okay

My love.

Do it!

Thank you.

Where do you want to go?

Hotel called the Blue Fox, please.

Find this hotel in Fortitude.

That's nice to know.

Very nice indeed.

Get it over with, Dad.

Don't mind me.

That's beer and what came to the fridge.

Didn't I go into breakfast?

It's a waste of time and money.

Oh, and do everything the outhouse if
you run out of food.

I went to the Fox for a drink.

A woman sat down and we talked.

A woman?

She was very beautiful.

She was just,

I don't know, someone from somewhere
else.

And I had to go to the men's room.

Uh -huh.

Where I was chloroformed.

And I woke up hogtied and vomiting.
Stop. The man who chloroformed me.

He threw a goddamn hammer at me. You
fell over drunk.

I was drunk.

Yeah. I was hung upside down. I fought
this man for my goddamn life. And then I

think that I killed him.

I need your help to find a place where
this all happened.

Dad, I'm going to show you right now the
place where all of this happened.

Using all the experience I've gained in
this house as your daughter. Don't say

that shit, Ingrid. I know what you say.
I know what you say. I know what you

say. Help me!

Come in!

Is everything okay?

Yeah. You said you got in a fight and
killed a man.

That's awful. Yeah, it is.

But it makes him look like a big, brave
adventurer instead of a sad drunk.

Come on.

See you later, Mr. Lennox.

Have you experienced that to conditions
before?

I've read up on it.

It's not the same.

I believe I'll need a body suit.

What are you, about 5 foot 7, 110
pounds?

120.

And a gun.

Hunting rifle.

Handgun.

.44 revolver.

A magnum will stop a polar bear if
that's what you're worried about, but I

always recommend a hunting calibre
rifle, like a Winchester M70 or a

700. I want a Sig Sauer P226 X5 Tactical
with a custom Hogue grip

and tritium sights.

And? A box of 9mm, 147 grain, V -crown,
jacketed hollow point.

You read a book about guns as well?

Heard about them from a friend.

One for the helicopter pilot?

Did you used to play that game with your
mum?

I've obviously never met my mum.

I think it's maybe just about over,
Vincent.

What is?

The parasite infestation.

I think I might have purged it last
night.

I have more and more visual information
on each retina, not just light, dark.

I'm beginning to sense movement, too.

Really? Yes, really.

That's great.

I think that the parasite's malevolent
influence has passed, and I'm now

beginning to experience the healing
effect, same as Dan did, and I'm not

any violent urges at all.

It's the opposite, in fact. I feel calm
and relaxed.

The happiest I've felt for ages,
Vincent.

Light to the end of the tunnel.

That's it.

No, that's very well put. Of course,
these are really digging into my wrist

quite painfully.

I mean, I'm not sure that they're
completely 100 % necessary anymore.

No? No, I mean, we could keep them on.

I think it would be OK if you take them
off.

Do you?

OK.

I think we'll keep them on.

OK.

No, that's OK.

But can I ask, are you actually maybe
beginning to enjoy this a little bit?

What bit of this are you referring to?

This helplessness. My helplessness.

A helpless woman straps her bed in your
basement.

Please, open wide. Yeah, exactly.

It's a bit sexual, isn't it? Natalie.

Pretend this doesn't turn you on.

Open your mouth and drink your soup. Or
what, you'll give me a spanking.

Stop it.

Then... Untie me.

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

You're bloody telling me it isn't. You
know, anyone finds fear.

You're in such fucking trouble, you
can't imagine.

How the fuck do you explain, hmm, having
a woman all bonded up in your basement?

Dude, this was all your idea.

Do you think that's going to work?

Right now, my idea is that we end it,
because...

Either it hasn't worked or I've changed
my mind or whatever the fuck, but I'm

telling you now, my idea now is that you
fucking let me go. I'm not going to let

you go. You fucking pervert.

All right, I think we're done here.

Didn't you fuck me?

I love chicken soup.

When I was delirious? No. I think you
did. Well, I didn't.

Did you dream about it, though?

Stop it. Same thing.

Natalie. Wanked yourself off thinking
about it.

You fucking pervert.

Fucking sleazy fuck.

You know what I thought? I thought this
would be like Ulysses and the Sirens. He

can hardly resist their beautiful
entreaties. He has to be strong.

Fuck you. Except the Sirens weren't a
bunch of foul -mouthed, twisted fucking

psycho bitches.

Don't you go. Don't you fucking leave me
here.

Put down the gun.

It's not a gun.

Whatever the fuck it is, put it down.

I'm not trying to get you drunk, but I'm
going to have myself a drink.

Would you like to join me in a drink?

What happened to the black guy?

What happened to him?

He met me.

Don't fuck around.

Boyd Mulvihill.

He was my... He was my husband for the
last nine years.

He was loving, sexy, smart, tough.

Been a doctor in the U .S. Marine Corps.

You nearly ended his life.

Then I did.

You killed him?

I've killed lots of people.

I was about to kill you.

Boyd was dying from his injuries.

I know you're a badly alcoholic right
now.

But don't worry.

I can change that.

If you do the powder burn test, I can
get started on Obie.

You're very cheerful.

Me?

No, I'm not.

You told me you were so terribly lonely
because the only intimacy you ever had

was with dead people, remember?

Well, well.

Well, now you have a fucking orgy of
death and intimacy in your mortuary with

three brand -new corpses.

Ingrid, what's wrong with you?

Why did you tell Lars to leave town?

Because Lars would have given them the
names.

What names?

The ones who killed Governor Monk.

You want to protect the men who killed
Monk? Killing him was justice.

And there was no other way justice would
have ever found Erling Monk. You sound

like Dan.

Just like Dan.

Maybe Dan is what justice fucking sounds
like. No, Petra. Madness is what Dan

sounds like. Am I the only one who can
see that?

Dan has never been more sane.

You're only saying that because you're
fucking him.

He has to be mad, huh?

What if there is some other explanation?

Explanation? What if Dan Anderson loves
Petra Berrigan?

Loves you?

I owe my life to Dan.

Everybody does.

I surrender myself to him, Ingrid.

All the life around us flows from Dan.

You mean death. Petra, that's what's
flowing.

All the life.

And all the love. I closed the door on
loneliness when Dan came back.

Now, I am his because he is mine.

Why was I strung up like a pig?

Ready to be bled dry upside down in the
dirt.

Keeps me alive.

What does?

A distillation of human cerebrospinal
fluid.

It contains pluripotent stem cells.

Boyd Mulvihill.

Did he donate?

Yes.

Before he died.

Tell me about Freya.

What? What happened to her?

She was my wife.

Now she's gone?

Chlorosis happened to Freya.

Mortality within three years of
diagnosis?

It happened a lot quicker than that.

I was so peachy last night.

And now look.

It's recent.

Something's going wrong.

What do you want?

Want?

Small town drunk.

Drinking and fighting.

Couldn't save Freya.

That's what you wanted.

That's right.

All you wanted.

Yes.

So what's left?

Nothing's left.

You want me.

You... You can have me.

Have you like Boyd had you?

Exactly like Boyd had me. And I'll end
up like Boyd.

Undress for me.

Show me what you are.

Both of us.

Underneath everything.

Maybe I'll just shoot you in your
fucking head and walk out of here and

into the real world.

Maybe you will.

Yeah.

Me neither.

Those refuse sacks might float when the
tissues start to decompose and release

this gas.

Even if we weigh them down with change.

I think that I'm going to take it out
the bag and wrap them in chicken mesh.

Chicken mesh?

Shrimp and crab.

Various scavenging antipodes that can
strip the meat right off the bone.

Some particles might even be swallowed
whole by Greenland shark.

Greenland shark? I never heard of a
Greenland shark.

Boyd would like that.

Vincent? I'm so sorry. That was my
fault.

I've got a lot on my mind.

Thank fuck you're not drunk.

Take the earplugs out your ears.

Huh?

Who is that? Vincent Rattray.

He's a scientist.

Better than shit. Used to be hooked up
with that blonde girl, Natalie.

She went blind.

Yeah, some shit at work fucked her up.

What kind of shit fucked her up? She
worked with that, uh, Dr. Kotri.

They worked together.

Let me out here.

What's going on?

Well, you take care of Boyd.

Then you go back to the house.

What the hell is going on?

Get on the fucking floor. You smashed my
window.

Get on the fucking floor.

Face down now, you fucker.

Get on the floor. Don't be ridiculous.

Face down now with your fingers laced
together behind the back of your head.

Back.

I'm marinating these for my dinner.

Yeah?

Butch this little fella the other day.

Been too busy to clean up the sink,
Ingrid.

So shoot me.

I heard a woman scream.

There's no woman here.

Just you and me.

Lars would never shoot anyone.

That's what I thought too.

And Eric, he is broken and Danny's gone
crazy.

It's your dad, isn't it?

What?

Your dad.

What about him?

That's what's really upsetting you.

He nearly ran me over.

When? Just now.

It's okay. It's okay.

Vincent.

I know. I heard something.

Vincent Rattray? Not authorized.

Natalie L. Burton?

Not authorized.

Please say your name.

Serendah Khatri?

confirmed the most significant reaction
to the parasite infestation, with a

capacity to regenerate damaged tissue.

I observed this in the Elena Ledesma
patient.

Removal of sections of her liver tissue
was followed by complete regeneration of

the organ.

The cumulative effect of this surgery
should have killed her, but it didn't.

died thereafter.

Also in Dan Anderson, after his
crucifixion, his wounds healed.

But what of his mind?

Because at the same time as every
subject experienced the benefit of

regeneration, it can be confirmed that
in the majority, this was offset by a

psychological collapse, by a clearly
observed confusion of memory, emotion

personality. A degeneration of human
empathy which appeared to be

followed by a hideous descent into
psychosis and psychopathy.

And as far as I was able to ascertain,
in all cases this was irreversible and

resulted in a destruction of intellect
and disintegration of personality,

finally manifest in a tragic pattern of
confusion, delusion and self -deception.

But the worst, to my mind, the one
subject who survived beyond an allotted

lifespan, finally endured an agonizing
and catastrophic deliquescence.

A disintegration. A falling apart.

A horrible, unstoppable slide into agony
and collapse of the component parts

that make us human, separate, and
dissolve forever.

Freya, please leave a message.

Hey, kiddo.

I just wanted to say to you, anything

that's happening, anything going

on down here, I got

a chance to maybe make things right.

Six.

Hilder would cook while I made
cocktails.

Last night, Ingeborg's body was taken
from the mortuary. I think it was Dan

Anderson who took her. Why would he take
her body?

I think he's completely mad.

Did Natalie have a parasite inside her?

Somebody please help!