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I'm Elsa Schenthal.

Schenthal Pharmaceuticals

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

The circumstances that created you and me...

The parasite. - ...created 18 of you and one of me.

Everyone that was infected by that parasite

killed someone in order to pass the infection on...

Not Dan Anderssen.

Latest tissue re-generation

stands at almost 95 per cent.

You broke my nose!

The parasite... I can't fight 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.

DCI Myklebust. Shot in the centre of her forehead.

You're contaminating a murder scene! - I am the interim Governor.

And also the Chief of Fortitude Police.

To the ghost of our memories.

♪ The river did come to me ♪

♪ Straight into my arms ♪

♪ I tried to caress it ♪

♪ But it ran through my fingers ♪

♪ Water will keep running ♪

♪ Rivers will turn ♪

♪ Water will keep running ♪

♪ Rivers will turn ♪

♪ Water will keep running ♪

♪ Rivers will turn ♪

♪ Water will keep running ♪

♪ Rivers will turn ♪

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

There are too many things to this that concern me.

And we're rushing the forensics.

Petra and her eyebrow tweezers...

What?

Well, that's forensics in Fortitude, somebody once said.

Somebody who's probably dead?

What concerns you, Eric?

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

That concerns me.

What were the Oslo investigators doing out here?

Arresting Lars.

Why were they arresting Lars Ulvinaune?

The nicest man in Fortitude.

Somebody must have given them his name.

Who would do such a thing?

To a fellow citizen.

Or...

Lars brewed the reindeer juice in industrial quantities.

Eric.

You told them reindeer juice was a cause of Governor Munk's suicidal death leap.

Well, that's the reason, then?

We should get going.

There's no room in here for you.

Bodies are priority.

What? There is plenty of room.

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

Dan Anderssen...

Tell me, why did you mention the reindeer juice?

Because Eric was about to realise that you grassed up Lars and got him killed.

So you were protecting me?

You're the Governor.

And you are the Sheriff. - Mm.

That's how it works.

It's not personal, Markus.

It's a fixed law of the world we live in.

The roles we have.

Oh, yeah. I understand.

So you must also understand that I sent Myklebust and Oby out to Lars' cabin.

I got there before them and murdered Lars.

Strangled him in his bed.

And when the investigators arrived

I shot Sergeant Oby

and then I shot Detective Inspector Myklebust

and then I shot Lars' corpse...

through the throat

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.

Huh.

Lars killed them? - Yes, that's what it looks like.

Lars the snow plough driver...

I know. - Jesus.

So, now, who attacked you?

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

Yeah, silly.

Who with?

The orderly said you were assaulted by a trawler man.

Er, yes, a big Russian.

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

Well... - What did he look like?

Big. - Big?

Mm.

And 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? - Yep.

Had you been drinking heavily?

I suppose I had been drinking...

I'm not going to enter 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.

Markus. - I'm here in my capacity as Governor.

OK, Governor.

Eric Odegard, we have to talk.

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

Indeed, yes.

In my former capacity as a school teacher

I rarely witnessed such carnage.

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

He did? - Mm.

Yes, and after what he told me

I felt it incumbent upon myself as Governor

er, to telephone Oslo.

And what did you tell them?

That the Fortitude Police were absolutely satisfied

that a tragic shooting had resulted in the deaths 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.

Markus, you have no experience whatsoever

in any shape or form in matters of police investigation.

Governor. - What?

You said Markus. You continue to say Markus.

I'm speaking here, now, to you, as your Governor.

The Governor of Fortitude.

Fuck that! Fuck you, Markus Huseklepp!

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, Hildur Odegard

vacated this residence.

And so, in accordance to Oslo's directive

I am willing to give you 48 hours

to make alternative accommodation arrangements

before I move in.

So that would be "Fuck you, Governor Huseklepp!"

Boyd!

Boyd!

Boyd...

Elsa.

Elsa.

He's gone. I'm sorry, Elsa.

OK, stop talking.

You've lost a lot of blood. I need to get to work.

Not got long. - Shut up.

Shut up, Boyd! - You need to do it, hun.

My time's up.

I want you to take... take... take what I have left.

Yeah, Elsa.

My love.

Do it!

Elsa...

Hey, my love.

Thank you.

Where do you want to go?

Hotel called the Blue Fox, please.

Finest hostelry in Fortitude.

That's nice to know.

Very nice indeed.

Hair of the dog. Get it over with, Dad.

Don't mind me. There's beer and vodka in the fridge.

I didn't make you any breakfast.

Pointless waste of time and money.

Oh, and antifreeze in the outhouse if you run out of booze.

I went to the Fox... for a drink.

A woman sat down... and we talked.

A woman? - She was...

very beautiful.

She was...

Just a... I dunno...

Someone from somewhere else. Like...

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

Uh-huh.

...where I was chloroformed

and I woke up, hog-tied 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 goddam life

and then I think that I killed him.

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

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

Using all the experience I've gained in this house as your daughter.

Don't say that shit, Ingrid.

It happened in here! - I know what you think! It happened!

Come in!

Is everything OK?

Yeah. He says he 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 Arctic conditions before?

I've read up on it.

That's not the same.

I believe I'll need a body suit.

What are you? About five foot seven, 110 pounds?

Hundred and twenty.

And a gun.

Hunting rifle?

Hand-gun.

.44 revolver.

A Magnum will stop a polar bear if that's what you're worried about

but I'd always recommend a hunting calibre rifle like a Winchester M70

or a Remington 700.

I want a SIG Sauer P226 X5 tactical

with a custom Hogue Grip and tritium sights.

And a box of 9-mil 147-grain V-crown jacketed hollow-points.

You read a book about guns as well?

Heard about them from a friend.

Open.

One for the helicopter pilot?

Did you used to play that game with your mum?

You'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 and dark.

I'm beginning to sense movement too.

Really? - Yes, really.

That's great.

So I think that the parasite's malevolent influence has passed

and I'm now beginning to experience the healing effects

same as Dan did and...

And I'm not having 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 at the end of the tunnel.

That's it.

No, that's very well put.

Also...

These are, like, really digging into my wrist, quite painfully.

I mean, I'm not sure they're completely 100 per cent necessary any more.

No? - No, I mean...

we could keep them on...

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

Do you?

Open.

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 strapped to a bed in your basement.

Natalie... Open wide. - Yeah, exactly.

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

Natalie.

You 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 me here

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

How the fuck do you explain having a woman all bondaged up in your basement?

This - this was all your idea!

Do you think that's gonna work?

Right now my idea is that we end this

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.

Did you fuck me? - That's enough 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... - Wank yourself off thinking about it?

You fucking pervert! You fucking sleazy fuck!

You know what I thought, I thought this would be like...

Ulysses and the sirens. - Fuck you!

Their beautiful entreaties. - You fucking sleazy...

Fuck you! - The sirens weren't

a bunch of foul-mouthed, twisted fucking psycho bitches.

Don't you go.

Don't you fucking leave me here!

Don't you abandon me!

Vincent...

Vincent?

Vincent!

Vincent!

Vincent!

Vincent!

Vincent...

Don't you fucking abandon me!

Vincent!

Vincent...

Vincent!

Oh, fuck...

Vincent...

Michael?

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 help myself to 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.

He'd been a doctor in the US 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 badly alcoholic right now...

But don't worry, I can change that.

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

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 Munk.

You want to protect the men who killed Munk.

Killing him was justice.

And there was no other way justice would have ever found Erling Munk.

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 this?

Dan has never been more sane.

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

So you're saying

if he's fucking me

he has to be mad, huh?

What if there is some other explanation?

Explanation?

What if Dan Anderssen...

loves Petra Bergen?

Loves you?

I owe my life to Dan.

Everybody does.

I surrender myself to him, Ingrid.

All 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?

It keeps me alive.

What does?

A distillation of human cerebrospinal fluid.

It contains pluripotent stem cells.

So Boyd Mulvihill... did he donate?

Yes.

Before he died.

Tell me about Freya.

What?

What happened to her?

She was my wife.

And now she's gone?

Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis happened to Freya.

Mm.

Mortality within three years of diagnosis.

It happened a lot quicker than that.

I was so peachy last night, and now look.

What... What is that?

It's recent.

Something's going wrong.

What do you want?

Want?

A 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?

How else?

Undress for me.

Show me what you are.

Both of us.

Underneath everything.

Or maybe, I'll just shoot you in your fucking head

and walk out of here and back into the real world.

Maybe you will.

Boyd did this?

And then you killed him.

No, you did.

The only way to survive loneliness is to find someone you can share it with.

Yeah. Me neither.

Those refuse sacks might float when the tissues start to decompose.

It releases gas.

Even if we weigh him down with chains.

I think I'm gonna take him out the bags and wrap him in chicken mesh.

Chicken mesh? - Shrimp and crabs.

Various scavenging isopods, they can strip the meat right off the bone.

Oh.

Some parcels might even be swallowed whole by Greenland shark.

Greenland shark? I've never heard of a Greenland shark.

Uh?

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 Rattrey.

He's a scientist. Bears and 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 Dr Khatri.

They worked together.

Let me out here.

What's going on?

You take care of Boyd and then you go back to the house.

Vincent?

Vincent!

Open up, Vincent! It's Ingrid.

Let me in!

Lay on the floor!

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?

Butchered 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.

All right?

Lars would never shoot anyone.

That's what I thought too.

And Eric, he is broken.

Dan has 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.

Vincent...

What am I going to do about my poor dad?

It's OK. It's OK.

Vincent. - Ssh.

I know. - I heard something.

Please say your name.

Vincent Rattrey. - Not authorised.

Natalie Yelburton.

Not authorised.

Please say your name.

Surinder Khatri.

Initial testing confirmed

the most significant reaction to the parasite infestation

was 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. She died, though, after.

Also in Dan Anderssen,

after his crucifixion, his wounds healed.

But what of his mind?

Because at the same time, as every subject

experienced the benefit of tissue regeneration

it can be confirmed that in the majority

this was offset by a psychological collapse.

By a clearly observed confusion of memory

emotion and personality.

A degeneration of human empathy,

which appeared to be inexorably 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 human lifespan

finally endured an agonising and catastrophic deliquescence.

A disintegration, a falling apart.

A horrible, unstoppable slide into agony and collapse

as the component parts that make us human

separate and dissolve forever.

This is Freya. Please leave a message.

Hey, kiddo.

I just wanted to say to you...

Anything that's happening...

Anything you see going on down here...

See...

I've got a chance to maybe make things right.

To fix the stuff

that I couldn't fix for you.

Vincent...

Hildur would cook... while I...

made cocktails.

Last night Ingeborg's body was taken from the mortuary.

I think it was Dan Anderssen

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

I think he is completely mad.

Did Natalie... have... a... parasite

inside her?

Somebody please help me! Please!