All language subtitles for Jar.City.2006.DVDRip.XviD-WRD [VeRdiKT]

Orn! I'll get fired
if you don't get out of here.

Hold on. Just give me a minute.

Sorry I was applying to
the data protection committee.

Now?

Yes.

I think you'd be more useful
being here with her

and let the doctors get on
with their jobs.

What are the doctors doing?

See you tomorrow.

I'll come in
early tomorrow morning.

Goodbye, Kola darling.

Try to get some rest.

Daddy, where's Mummy?

She's gone home.

For Christmas?

No. We're saving Christmas
until you get back.

When will that be?

Try to sleep, darling.

But I can't close my eyes.

Shall I sing a lullaby for you?

Yes.

Sleep my lovely little one.

Where are you?

What are you doing?

What have you done!

The chief asked for you
to handle the case.

- Isn't he off work sick?
- No, not today.

It's in Northmarsh.

Just round the corner?

Sigurdur Oli's already there.
He's watching out that

they don't touch anything.

They'd do better to watch out
for Sigurdur Oli.

- Who found the body?
- Some boys in the neighbourhood.

What a shitty smell.

A typical Icelandic murder.
Messy and pointless.

And with no attempt
to conceal the evidence.

How long has he been lying here?

About two days, I would say.

Smells more like two months.

Holberg.

An unusual name.

Excuse me.

Can I have a word?

It's about the
murder in the basement.

I didn't know the man at all.

Regarding Holberg,

I only spoke to
him a couple of times.

About the bloody
stink in the basement.

Has it been
like that for long?

It was worse in the summer.

The house is built on a marsh.

Did you notice
any visitors recently?

No, he kept to himself.

I saw a shady-looking
character here the other day.

- Can you describe him?
- No. I was drunk!.

Must go I have a plane to fly!
Where are you off to?

- Ever been to Stockholm?
- No.

Awful place!

Aude!

Good Lord.

Bring peace to the dead,
comfort to those who live.

Good morning.
Or maybe not so good!

Erlendur!

I think it's shot on a Holga,
an old Russian camera.

Aude was only
four when she died.

Has my daughter called?

No.

Holberg lived in Keflavik,
born in 1937.

He was a truck driver
for the past few years.

What about his family?

No family. He had a sister
who died young.

- How old?
- Six.

His flat looked like
he was just a lonely old fart.

Destined to live alone.

What?

Anything from the pathologist
or forensics?

No, not yet.

Did Holberg have any children?

Not according to the report.

Don't you find it abnormal,
photographing a headstone?

There's nothing normal
about losing a child.

Dad!

- Hello Eva.
- Hi Dad.

I haven't got any money.

Two hundred! That's not much.
Give me two hundred.

Are you ill?

Eva. What's wrong?

Give me the
money and I'll tell you.

- Did something happen?
- OK, one hundred?

Don't tell me you're pregnant.

How?

What do you mean, how?
Do you want the details?

I can't talk
to you in this state.

I don't know what happened.
It just did.

- Where are you living now?
- I'm between apartments.

- Do you want to go clean?
- I can't.

Now, I've told you everything.
You owe me two hundred.

- Give me the money.
- To get your baby drugged?

How can you call this a baby?
It isn't a fucking baby yet.

Who's the father?

The idea for the database
is to gather genetic data

on the entire population of Iceland
and use the findings to create

new medical cures, to relieve
suffering and prevent diseases.

But is it ethical to use
personal information this way?

That's a difficult question,
but in many ways I think that

if there is any justification
for using personal information,

it must be to ease
and treat diseases.

Data on genetic diseases
isn't necessarily personal.

It is information on diseases
that have been passed on

between generations.
It's a social problem.

A letter just came from
the data protection committee.

Thanks.

I'm positive there is no trace
of it on my side of the family.

No one's even
heard of this disease.

- What does your wife say?
- She doesn't think it matters.

Says it won't
bring our daughter back.

Talk to your mother.

She refuses to discuss it.

I'm off to the harbour.

I'm worried about your father.

It's as if he can't face
his retirement.

He's restless around the house

and hangs around at the harbour
day in, day out.

I wonder if he ever
felt at ease at home.

Aude, Kolbrun's daughter.

This is the only Aude
who died aged four in 1974.

It says here the cause of death
was a malignant brain tumor.

I looked up the mother.
Her name was Kolbrun.

She committed suicide.

What about the father?

I couldn't find anything
about the father.

In such cases that generally
means incest, rape

or a foreigner.

The only living relative
is Elin, Aude's aunt.

Elin!
Can you find her address?

Was there any friction between
him and the other workers here?

I don't think so.
He kept to himself.

Did Holberg ever
talk about his family?

I don't think he had one.

You have to be joking!

Is that a goat?

No, it's a sheep.

Elin? My name's Erlendur.
I called you this morning.

Would you please
come to the door.

I need to talk to you
about your sister, Kolbrun.

I don't want anything to do
with the police

after what you did to her.

What did we do to her?

Leave me alone.

Aude, Kolbrun's daughter.

Preserve my life
from fear of the enemy.

Leave her alone!

Where did you get that photo?

From Holberg's basement.
Did you know him?

- I hope he rots in hell.
- It looks like he will.

Is Holberg Aude's father?

Ask Runar.

- Runar?
- That sleazy cop.

Sergeant Runar Gislason?

Do you know that scum?

He was the local policeman.
Lived here the last I knew.

What did we do to her?

Ask Sergeant Runar, if he's
still alive That piece of filth!

Sergeant Runar! How come
Elin won't talk to me?

How the hell should I know?

I'm investigating the murder
of a man called Holberg.

What the hell has
that to do with me?

Fuck off or
I'll call the police.

I am the police. Perhaps
you've forgotten that too?

Tell me about Kolbrun,
Elin's sister.

What did we do to her?

She was a whore.
Accused the man of rape.

It was no fucking rape.

They said she was
hitting on all of them.

- All of them?
- Yes, the whole trio!

- The trio?
- Yes.

- What men are you talking about?
- You know.

So you just sent her back home?

I was simply showing her what
to expect if she pressed charges.

Is that what the police
should be doing?

She'd have been laughed
right out of court.

They should have fired you years
ago, you lousy piece of shit.

The Sergeant
told her to forget about it

then hid the blood stained
panties. The only evidence.

Did Holberg know
that he was Aude's father?

He flatly denied it. His mates
testified against Kolbrun.

- What mates?
- Gretar and Ellidi.

Scumbags from Keflavik.

Ellidi?

They told
everyone she was a whore.

Said she sold herself to
the Americans at the base.

And that she wasn't too good
for an Icelander.

Kolbrun didn't leave
the house for months.

Then she committed suicide.

- Do you have children?
- Yes.

There's nothing as terrible
as losing a child.

- Hi.
- Hello.

The usual?

Yeah. I'll have a sheep head.

- Enjoy.
- Thanks.

Eva!

Preserve my life from fear.

Hear my voice, O God,
in my prayer.

Preserve my life
from fear of the enemy.

Hide me from the secret counsel
of the wicked.

From the insurrection
of the workers of iniquity.

Who bend their bows
to shoot bitter words.

That they may shoot in secret
at the perfect.

They search out iniquities.

They encourage themselves
in an evil matter.

They commune of
laying snares privily.

I've made a decision.

I'm going to
make you a grandfather.

Grandpa Erlendur!

Thanks.

Can I stay with you

until I find myself a new place?

Can I stay?

As long as you want.
You know that.

Smuggling of liquor and narcotics,
insurance fraud, manslaughter.

He sank a fishing boat.
Set fire to it.

Three survived. The fourth one
was locked in the engine room,

and went down with the boat.

Anything there about
assaulting a young man

and cutting up his face
with a broken bottle?

Do you know this guy?

Ellidi is one of the most
notorious maniacs in Iceland.

The trio! Drug addicts
and scum fucking everywhere.

Would you mind
putting out that cigarette?

You're killing
me with your smoking.

You haven't
stopped since we left town.

Stop whining like a sissy.

Ellidi just
came out of solitary

- so I'd treat him carefully.
- What was he in solitary for?

He didn't show up in time
after a weekend leave.

Are you saying Ellidi was out
when Holberg was murdered?

I suppose so. They brought him
back here two days ago.

What's going on?

I had no information about
that why weren't we told?

The yellow press has been all
over us about prison conditions.

We're not giving out any
unnecessary information.

Unnecessary?

This means that Ellidi
is a murder suspect.

It's not my responsibility.
I wasn't even on duty.

I'll be calm.

Holberg was found murdered.

Holberg was
murdered last weekend.

I'm not talking to you
while they're in here.

What can you tell us
about your friend Holberg?

Send them out.

It's all right.

Where were you Saturday night?

- How is she doing down there?
- She?

- Your cunt.
- Cut it out.

How was he killed?

A blow to the head.

With a hammer?

- No, with an ashtray.
- An ashtray!

What became of Gretar?

Gretar?

Your friend and Holberg's

Why are you
asking about Gretar?

Gretar disappeared
in the early seventies.

What should I know about it?

Holberg raped a woman a few
years before Gretar disappeared.

That was no fucking rape!

Where were you last weekend?

Getting all nice and wet?

Why did you
cover up for Holberg?

How are your panties
sweetie? Cut the crap!

He asked her what kind
of panties she was wearing.

How her husband
liked fucking her.

Her husband! What husband?

What do I get out of this?

Nothing.

Except talking dirty to us.

I want smokes, a TV in my cell
and a whore once a month.

His daughter for example.

They say Eva's pussy
is as pink as a pig's.

Cheapest fuck in town.

What woman were
you talking about?

What other woman were you
talking about?

That fucking stupid moron.

Is he playing games with us?

Or does he know about another
woman that Holberg raped?

Do you think it's broken?

Don't be a pussy!

Ellidi wants to talk to you.

I'll tell you what I know
if you just get me out of here.

Solitary is driving me crazy.
They treat me like a beast.

Who do you think you are?

Nelson Mandela?

You're the worst kind of a moron
I've ever come across.

I hope they keep
you locked up forever.

I'll tell you everything
you want to know

if you just get me out of here.

Why did you testify
against Kolbrun?

I don't know what woman
you're talking about.

Who said I testified
against this Kolbrun?

Sergeant Runar.

I'll kill that jerk
when I get out of here.

If you don't know Kolbrun,

then what other woman
were you talking about?

Will you get me out?

I'll see what I can do.

I can't remember her name,
but she lived in Grindavik.

She was about
the same age as Holberg.

Gretar was in on it.
He took the photos.

What photos?

I've told you all I know.

- What happened to Gretar?
- Ask Sergeant Runar.

Why him?

You promised to
get me out of here.

And you promised your mother
you'd always be a good boy.

You think he's misleading us with
this other woman from Grindavik?

He's not that clever.
We caught him off guard.

How on earth are you
going to find this other woman?

Who said I was going to do it?

Erlendur, my friend.

My friend!?

I'm having trouble breathing.

Would you mind putting
that cigarette out?

Just open the window.

Eva!

Hi!

I went out to buy carrots.

Who taught you
to make meat soup?

Mom.

Once when she wasn't talking
too badly about you,

she told me it was your favorite

and that you were a loser.

Have you found the killer yet?

- Ellidi sends his regards.
- Ellidi?

Isn't he in prison?

The scum I deal with
sometimes mention your name.

It's their way
of getting at me.

Does it work?

How do you know Ellidi?

I don't know him.

Has it ever crossed your mind
that they all know

that I'm your daughter?
I get bugged about that too.

I'm Erlendur,
a police investigator.

I'm blind, not deaf.

Oh, sorry I wanted to have
a word with you

about your son Gretar.

Have you found him then?

No, but a friend of his was found
murdered recently, Holberg.

I wouldn't know about that.

Really? Was he bumped off?

The last I saw
of my son Gretar,

was when he came to my house
in the summer of 1974.

He stole money from my purse.

Then he disappeared himself.
Like he'd been stolen.

Why have you got a picture
of JFK above your bed?

I always had a soft
spot for him, you know.

Did you know Gretar
took photographs?

Yes. He was always
taking those photos.

He told me once
that photos were

the mirrors of time.

But I didn't have a clue
what he was talking about.

No.

Do you think
you'll find my boy?

I never knew
what Gretar was up to.

I told him that at the time.

- Him?
- Sergeant Runar.

He led the investigation
of Gretar's disappearance.

Sergeant Runar Gislason?

And he seemed to be in quite
a hurry to close the case.

There was something rotten in the air.
-What?

It stank.
The whole business stank.

Got anything vegetarian?

No guacamole bullshit here,
buddy.

I'll have a latte then.

Latte!
The coffee's over there.

Right!

Holberg's autopsy confirms that
he died from a blow to the head

with a heavy object.
It cracked his skull,

hit an artery and led to
hemorrhaging of the brain.

The murderer was most likely
a right-handed male.

So it wasn't a crazy old woman
from Grindavik taking revenge

with an ashtray
after all these years.

Hardly Kolbrun's sister, Elin.

Ellidi? Can't we just extend his
sentence and close the case?

End of story!

Is that what they taught you
in America?

They found a benign tumor
in Holberg's brain

and skin
discoloration linked to it.

Aude died from a malignant tumor?
- Yes

You said that Holberg's
sister also died young.

I'll try to find the cause.

We have to find out if Aude is
definitely Holberg's daughter.

How?

There's only one option.

Careful now!

Body snatchers!
Grave robbers!

Hold her back.

I'll never forgive you
for this! Never! Mark my words!

I understand that.

But the investigation into
Holberg's murder must go on.

Is that monster going to
torment us beyond the grave?

Can't you see what you've done?

You're no better than Sergeant
Runar, that filth of a cop.

I should never have
spoken to you. Never!

What the fuck are
you doing here?

Ellidi sends his
regards from prison.

He told me to ask you what
happened to his friend, Gretar.

I don't know.

He said he is going
to kill you when he gets out

I hope he won't be too late.

This is ridiculous.

How many women
are on the list?

105 women! Plus another 61
who've moved away from Grindavik.

That makes 166 oldies!

What are we supposed to do?
Knock on the door and ask

all these grannies if they
were raped thirty years ago?

A bit harsh, don't you think?

I don't see
how we can do it differently.

Excuse me, but were you raped
when you were younger?

No? Oh, sorry to bother you!

And then what? If she's kept
quiet all this time

why should she want
to talk about it now?

You have to play it by ear.
Question of psychology.

Psychology?

Try to get invited in, sit
down, have a coffee and a chat.

Just be a bit of a pussy!

- Have you ever been raped?
- What?

I was asking if
you've ever been raped.

Raped!
Have you ever been raped?

No thank you!

What can I do
for you, my dear?

I'm Sigurdur Oli, a crime police
investigator from Reykjavik.

Well, isn't that something!

I'm investigating a rape.

A rape! Here in Grindavik?
When? Last night?

No, back in the seventies.

I don't know how to put this,
but were you raped back then?

You don't fool me that easily.

I've had it.

What? Did she recognize me?

No, she thought she was on
Candid Camera.

Do come in!

She stopped giving off scent
a long time ago

but her body's
still in good shape.

What?

I need to get a new card.

The blow would have killed him
almost instantly.

He'll have seen the tunnel,
the bright light.

Didn't he just
go the other way?

I can't see whether men were
good or bad. But I can see

that he suffered
from constipation,

which is not
uncommon at his age.

This could just as easily
be the heart of a saint.

Right. A constipated saint.

What about the brain tumor?

I found a small benign
tumor in the brain

and skin discolorations.
Especially under his arms.

What about Aude?

- Aude?
- The girl we dug up.

She's supposed to have
died from a brain tumor.

Have you heard the story about
Albert Einstein?

Albert Einstein?

What about Thomas Harvey,
the pathologist?

No, I've never heard of him.

He was on duty when Einstein
died. A curious chap.

He performed the autopsy.

And because it was Einstein, he
couldn't resist the temptation

of opening the skull
and taking a look at the brain.

But that wasn't all. He stole
the brain and took it home.

Lost his job of course when
the theft was discovered.

But he became a living legend.

He kept the brain
on his mantelpiece.

- Is this true?
- True as daylight.

Why are you telling me this?

Her brain's missing.

What?

Aude's brain.

If they took the brain
to investigate the tumor,

they would not have had time to
put it back before the funeral.

It had to be
fixated in formaldehyde.

And where do they
keep brains these days?

- Jar City.
- Jar City?

If we find the brain,
we'll be able to establish

more quickly the
cause of Aude's death.

- Now, watch this!
- Good luck.

I'm Elinborg, a police.

Are you
investigating the murder?

Yes, how did you guess?

Everyone's talking about it.

My neighbour filled me in.

- Yes, we talked to her earlier.
- Do come in and tell me more.

Thank you.

Is that you?
- Yes, I wasn't such a bad looker.

Ever hear the name Holberg?

Yes.
- Really, how?

My neighbour told me
about him this morning.

Of course.

He gets a bit
excited around strangers.

We're looking for a woman
who knew Holberg and lived

here in Grindavik
in the seventies.

It's rather a sensitive matter.

He raped her.

And how is it connected with
his murder decades later?

Unfortunately I can't tell you.

Well, then I don't know
how I can help you.

Sorry to have to ask you this,
but have you ever been raped?

No, unfortunately.

I mean, unfortunately
I can't help you there.

And you've never
heard of Holberg before?.

Believe me, I'd remember
if I'd been raped.

So you're looking for Jar City.

I understand you look after the
remains of the organ collection.

Is this to do with Aude?

Do you know her?

What do you know about Aude?

Has it got something to do
with the Northmarsh murder?

The coroner's report on Aude
mentions only a brain tumor.

There are no further details.

I saw that report.
It's very unprofessional.

It's a hereditary disease,
neurofibromatosis.

Some people live normal lives
without it ever surfacing.

They are symptom-free carriers.

But it's much more common

for the symptoms to appear
at an early age

in the form of body marks
and skin tumors.

Where is she?

Who?

Aude.

You mean Aude's brain.

Eva!

Is Eva in?

No, but perhaps you could
tell me where she is.

- Are you trying to be funny?
- No, I'm not the funny type

Shut up, you old fag.
Let us in.

We know the slut is in here.

- What?
- Your daughter's a fucking slut.

Get the fuck out of here.

And don't ever dare come back.

I need an ambulance
to LJosheimar 14?

A young man fell
down the stairs.

No, I don't have
a clue about his name.

Hi.

I'm looking for Eddie.

Did you think your daughter Eva
would get special treatment

- just because you're a cop?
- How much does she owe you?

Two thousand.

- Can we make a deal on that?
- If you like.

You'll get more next week.

I'd try to find
Eva before Ellidi does.

How does Ellidi come into this?

Ellidi broke out of prison
last night and he's mad at you.

Where is she?

Eva!

Dad!

Evening.
Oh, sorry!

Fuck!

Anybody there?

Open up the fucking door!

Don't I have to
have an abortion?

I'm so scared I may have
harmed the baby.

The old girl was right.
It stinks.

The area is all one fucking
marshland, slowly going down.

Look! The floor's been broken
up probably to repair the pipes.

Are you saying it's
hollow underneath?

A perfect place to hide
your nearest and dearest.

It's a Sunday, but I'll see
if I can still get a crew.

If Gretar was buried here
in the seventies

rotting away ever since,
in his friend Holberg's shit

don't you think he'll still
be here tomorrow?

- Ellidi send his regards.
- What do you mean?

He's looking for you.

- Did he break out again?
- Yes.

Why wasn't I informed?

Call the prison.

If they work Sundays, that is.

But I suspect Sergeant Runar's
in for a little social call.

No need to wait up for me, love
I'm on a stakeout.

No, in Sandgerdi!

You should have left us alone,
you bastard

instead of turning Gretar
against me and Holberg.

No wonder you
were scared shitless

when we killed him.
You didn't want

to be connected to a murder,
did you?

This is Sigurdur Oli.
I need back up.

I'm on a stakeout.

Just look at you.

An old dirtbag with shit
halfway up your back.

Who's going to
wipe your ass now

when you can't misuse
the police force any more?

Well, Gretar. So that's
where you've been hiding.

I think we've found our
mystery woman from Grindavik.

What?

What have you discovered?

We have no secrets any more.

Did he rape you, Mother?

You have to tell me the truth.

Why do you think
Ellidi and Holberg killed Gretar?

Sergeant Runar dropped
Kolbrun's rape charges

but kept the evidence so he could
use the trio for dirty jobs.

Gretar was the go-between.
He pushed the others too hard

so they killed Gretar to get him
and the Sergeant off their backs.

What kind of dirty jobs?

Maybe she can tell.

It would at least explain why
the Sergeant assigned himself

the case of Gretar's disappearance.
- How?

So he could close the case
and avoid being connected

to a murder.

Do come in.

I recognized him right away
from the photos in the papers.

Maybe I should have.

What are you trying to say?

You've been looking for
the woman Holberg raped

in Grindavik.

It's me.

You call this rape?

My husband spent half
our marriage at sea.

I was lonely
and drank a lot at the time.

But why the photos?

I had no idea I was being
photographed until Gretar

turned up and threatened
to show them to my husband.

Blackmail!

Why didn't you
go to the police?

Everyone knew that Sergeant Runar
the head of the district police

manipulated the trio.

It was a set-up and
they were being used by him.

It was made very clear to me
that if I didn't pay up

I'd be denounced as a whore.

You make one mistake in life
and it haunts you forever.

When was he born,
your youngest son?

Did you ever
consider abortion?

All the time.
Until it was too late.

But the child could also
have been my husband's.

Your son Orn has
been researching

a girl's death in 1974

who was most
likely his half-sister.

Her name was Aude.

How did he find out that
Holberg was his father?

- After our little angel died,
his daughter. Kola.

Orn, my son,
became obsessed with...

Hold on. What did she die of?

She was only five.

The doctors said
it was a genetic brain disease.

Neurofibromatosis!

Oh my God, what have I done?
I killed Kola.

Holberg and I
killed the little angel.

Stay away from me!

- What a bloody stench.
- Get out of here.

I have every right to be here.
I'm your son. Your prodigal son.

Looking for new victims?

Can I ask you a question, Dad?
Dad!

Did you rape any other women
aside from Mom?

I'm calling the police.

It's about time.

They could search your
computer while they're here.

What do you want from me?

You haven't got a clue
about what happened.

You couldn't care less.

Right?

I've never raped
anyone in my life.

It's all a fucking lie.

They said I had a daughter.

Her mother, Kolbrun charged me
with rape but couldn't prove it.

I was never convicted.

The disease should have
died out with you.

You should have
been the last carrier.

You were the last in line.
Unmarried, childless. No family.

But you're a rapist.
A lousy fucking rapist!

What do you mean a carrier?

Aude got the disease from you.
I got the disease from you.

There hasn't been a single
incident of the disease

in Iceland since Aude died,
apart from my daughter, Kola.

Now we're the
last two standing.

I didn't rape your mother.

She was a fucking slut.

She cheated on your father
while he was at sea.

Gretar photographed
her in action.

Why do you think
she never told anyone?

Get out of here,
you son of a whore.

Don't ever let me see you again.

- No one here.
- What a mess.

- Nobody here!
- Disgusting

Icelandic paternity!

I AM HIM

Does it worry you?

People always said I didn't look
like either of my parents.

I've always had that feeling too.
- What?

That you were a bastard.

Got your sense of humour back!

What sense of humour?

Call me if you find anything
and declare him wanted.

We've been suspecting
unauthorized accessing

of the genetic database.

Why didn't you
notify the police?

It's a sensitive matter
because of data privacy.

Personal data must only be used
for research purposes

and of course we didn't suspect
a link to the Northmarsh murder.

How did he do it then?

He set up an unauthorized
research project.

He forged signatures.

Pretended we were researching
the genetic transmission

of a brain tumor disease
found in several families.

He tricked
the data protection committee,

the scientific ethics committee
and he tricked us here too.

The process so far has been.

Hello!

I just found a sawed-off
shotgun barrel under his bed.

Shotgun?

He's hardly going
to use it to kill.

Why not?
- Then he would have shot Holberg.

Alert all departments that he's wanted
- Sure.

So that's how Orn got hold of
the names and ID numbers

of all the people with family
histories of this disease?

Can you please let us in?

That's how he discovered
that Holberg was his father

and Aude his half-sister.

This could be extremely
embarrassing for the company.

We prefer to regard it
as a personal tragedy.

You keep all these secrets

carefully
categorized on computer.

Old family secrets

Tragic stories
sorrow and death.

In the hope there'll be
less in the future.

Is that the girl you dug up?

There was a
break-in at the morgue.

Hello!
Someone's broken in.

Shit!

Is there anything but
dead bodies down there?

No I'll meet you there.
Call the pathologist.

What's going on?

He broke the
window and climbed in.

Who breaks into a morgue?

Where are Holberg
and Aude's remains?

Is it linked to
Holberg's murder? Could be Hurry!

In here.

You keep this door unlocked?

The girl's not here!

Her bones are gone.

Say, did you
ever find her brain?

Hello!

- He's here.
- What?

He's here.

Whom are you talking about?

He's outside
staring through my window.

Stay inside, I'll...

BATTERY ALMOST EMPTY

Shit!

Are you all right?

He's in the cemetery.

- Who?
- Orn, Aude's brother!

You have to stop him
before it's too late.

I'll do my best. Go inside
and lock the doors.

He saw you digging up Aude.

You shouldn't have done it.

You should have
let her rest in peace.

I had no choice.

I'm sure you'll want this.

The disease...

Hand me the gun.

You know what the geneticists
call us, me and Aude?

Deviations. We're
called deviations.

My daughter once asked me
in the hospital:

"Why do we have eyes?"
"To see with" I said.

"No" she corrected me,
"To cry with".

What are you if
you're not yourself?

Easy now.

- Who are you then?
- It'll be all right.

- I didn't plan it this way.
- It'll be fine.

Now it's too late.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to be mad at you.

But when I see the way you live,
the way you waste your life

then watch a tiny coffin
come up from the ground,

nothing really
makes sense anymore.

I don't know what's going on
and I want to.

Beat the hell out of me?

You think you can put on armour
and defend yourself against it.

That you can watch the filth
around you from a distance

like it's none of your business.

But all this repulsion
haunts you like an evil spirit.

In the end you even forget how
ordinary people live their lives.