All language subtitles for Beforeigners - 1x05 - Episode 5.1080p.WEB-DL.kompost.en

Hi, there! Could we have a chat
about a nice guy named Odin?

- What time is it?
- I have no idea. I live watchlessly.

Listen, I know what you're thinking.

What could this one-eyed,
mead-drinking god have to offer?

- Quite a lot.
- Sorry, I'm not interested.

It will only be a quick chat.

No! I said no!

- A quick chat?
- No!

I live here, and I decide
who gets to come in! Got it?

Okay...

- Say hello to Enginnsdottir.
- What?

How do you know who I work with?

- Everything okay with yourself?
- Yeah.

Just an annoying Ásatrú-guy.

Those people have no shame.
He eventually got the picture, though.

Okay, see you.

Digital networks are down worldwide
after a group of Neo-Luddites

sabotaged the synchronization
of digital clocks around the world.

Neo-Luddites
are an anti technology group

with roots in the beforeigner community
from 19th century England.

No...

I think we'll have to
reboot the whole thing.

You're having a cold pie for lunch,
I'm afraid.

Damned luddites!

This is Trine Syversen.
She worked at NATO for several years,

before she changed
her identity to Ada.

The girl was a promising gamer
and was recruited as a drone operator.

She's worked on NATO bases
in Geilenkirkchen and at Sigonella.

At Sigonella she was in charge
of tactical missions in Libya.

She was dismissed,
under unclean circumstances...

I still don't understand why you're sure
that this woman is linked to our cases?

She's worked with
the drone that killed Navn.

Her transtemporal identity
ties her to the Tjuvholmen case.

We should look into it.
Do we know where she is?

No one at AFTT has
seen her since we were there.

As we were trying to point out
before Wenche interrupted us,

Ada was treated for PTSD
when she came home.

- We've contacted her psychologist.
- That sounds like a good place to start.

Hurry up, please. I'm leaving.

Relax, I was just
getting some sweetener.

Sorry to bother you,
but some of us have work to do.

Oh my. I didn't know
farmwives were so feisty.

What the hell does that mean?

I'm following your friend on B4, Urd.

- You're lying about your background.
- Stay away from Urd!

- The last thing she needs is your shit.
- Calm down, hothead.

DEBT COLLECTION NOTICE

THOUGHT ABOUT MY OFFER, CHIEF?

Dad!

- We're going to kindergarten.
- Yes, we're going there right now.

Hi, we're from the newspaper.
Can we ask you some questions?

No thanks, I don't read newspapers.

Can you confirm that you're
the man they call Tore Hund?

Move. We're late for kindergarten.

There must've been
something wrong with the transmission.

Wenche's version
is completely different.

Were there any indications
that this wasn't an accident?

No.

What did the doctors say?

Thank God
I didn't suffer any permanent injury.

You know what, Wenche?
I think you should take a few days off.

We'll evaluate this unfortunate event
when you're back.

I'm not sure the Chief of Police
would agree with that approach.

We don't have to involve her, do we?

I've emailed both her and the union.
She wants an investigation.

Okay.

- She's got quite the imagination.
- Please.

I know you did it on purpose.

She's been out to get me
ever since I started here.

So Wenche made you step on the gas
pedal? You weren't responsible?

- Who's side are you on?
- Whoever rises above it.

Maybe we can focus
on the investigation instead.

URD SIGVADSDOTTIR
HAS SENT AN ATTACHMENT

KINGSLAYER DELIVERS TAKE AWAY

The man who according to Snorri
Sturluson killed St Olaf in an ambush.

Is this where you're hiding?

I think we should have
a chat in my office.

Is it true that you're Tore Hund?

- Where did you hear that?
- It's all over VGTV.

- They say you killed St Olaf.
- Please, don't start.

- I need to know who you are.
- You know that.

- I'm Tommy.
- Not who you are in the present.

Tell me the truth, are you Tore Hund?

I was Tore Hund.

In that case, please hand over
your uniform and leave.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry, but murdering saints
isn't compatible with Foodie's values.

I didn't want it to end this way,
but I've got no choice.

A commander always has a choice.

Trine came to us three years ago.

She had been a civilian for
a few months, and was rather down.

Was she identifying as Ada back then?

No, she became transtemporal
during her stay here.

Could you elaborate?

She entered into a romantic relationship

with a patient from the 19th century
called The Doctorand.

He was a scientist,

but arriving in our time
made him hate everything modern.

- Do you think he was a Neo-Luddite?
- I wouldn't be surprised.

And that was appealing to her?

Yes, that was when
she started calling herself Ada

and wearing 19th century clothing.

- Do you know where they are now?
- No idea.

But I think there are some audio tapes
from their group sessions.

Maybe we should talk about your story?
You're skeptical to all things modern.

But you were a scientist
in your own time?

Back then I didn't know what I know now.

And what is that?

That science is a tumor that turns man
into a flaccid, narcissistic pet.

A slave to his own machines.

But science has also
made way for some amazing things?

What are you referring to?
Hiroshima? Or internet pornography?

It's given us explanations
to countless phenomena.

I don't believe in explanations anymore.
Now I believe in us.

In beforeigners.

I believe God sent us here
to save modern man from perdition.

The Doctorand is right. Let me
show you why. These are pictures...

That must be her.

A hacker named Mariana
confronted me with at Geilenkirchen.

They showed me what was
on the other end of my drone operations.

GASPS FROM THE GROUP

You can't show military photos here.
Please put them away. Ada?

Saint murderer!

This is your opponent.

- What's the answer?
- Jesus!

What took you so long?

My job's important. I can't drop
everything because Tore's on the news.

We wanted to see how you're doing.

- Those people outside are crazy.
- Do you have money?

- We heard you lost your job.
- Yeah.

I've got something else in the works.

YOU IN?

I need a smoke.

Murderers must be punished!

- Where's your wife?
- Jeanette took Maria to her parents.

Women in this time usually abandon ship
if there's a ripple in the ocean.

Jeanette isn't like that.

If you dumped me for her,
I would've understood.

But that woman from this time...

Have you lost faith in love, or what?

You and I loved each other
when life was simple.

You were young and beautiful,
and I was a big shot.

Jeanette and I found each other
in a dark hole.

Our love was the light
that showed us the way out.

Bullshit!

Do you hate me too?

No. I realized quickly
that we wouldn't last in this time.

I remember my dad saying:

"What the girl lacks in ancestry,
she makes up for in wisdom."

Big Tore was a good man.

Saint murderer!

Saint murderer! Saint murderer!

- Hi. Is Ingrid ready?
- She won't be coming.

But it's my weekend.

One of the girls just told Marie where
they got the eye drops from.

Is it correct that you
are suffering from temproxate abuse?

My issues at work
have nothing to do with Ingrid.

It has everything to do with Ingrid.

How could you expose such innocence
to this, pardon the expression, filth?

You think the world
is black and white, but it's not.

If the girls hadn't stolen the drug
from me, they'd have found it elsewhere.

My assessment from earlier stands.
I have indeed misjudged you.

Yet I was also mistaken.
You are a lesser man than I thought.

Fine. And you're a charlatan,
using my family as a replacement

because you can't handle
the loss of your son.

My ability to share information about
the incident in Nordmarka is limited.

But the death is being investigated in
connection with the Tjuvholmen murder.

Aftenposten.
Do you think it's the same killer?

That's too early to say.

Could the murderer be a serial killer
who attacks Prehistorians?

Well, that's not the most likely theory.

- But you're not ruling it out?
- No.

How can Prehistoric citizens
protect themselves against the killer?

Do you have a profile on the killer?

Will he attack present day people?

That's all we have for now.

How can people protect themselves?

We interrupt this update from the
press conference at the police station.

There were riots between...

Could we be dealing
with a serial killer?

No, that's nonsense.

The murders are very different.
The first victim wasn't a Prehistorian.

Give me the latest from your team.

I need some information
for the minister.

Right. They're following a possible lead
to the Neo-Luddite community.

- How did they figure that out?
- I've not worked that out.

Work it out, Harald.

Both the investigation
and internal conflicts within your team.

Did you find anything
in the bank statements?

Yes, I did.
There was one interesting transaction.

A long-term lease
on a storage facility

paid for with
Trine Syversen's credit card.

That's what I found.

Hi, we're from the police.

- We spoke on the phone?
- Yes.

Right. Do you have the key?

The thing is, the tenant dropped by
just now and picked up the key.

Now?

The storage room is to your right
at the end of the corridor.

Zero one to Sierra two zero. All units
have received a picture of the suspect.

So far, no observations.
Will keep you updated. Out.

Shit!

- What's that?
- Isn't that your daughter's friend?

Please, come in.

You can't stay long.
Axel doesn't know you're here.

Why not?

He's paranoid after the way Madeleine
was treated at the reception center.

He won't let anyone else see her.

Honey?

Honey, hey.

Ingrid's dad and a colleague
from the police are here to talk to you.

Hi, Madeleine.

We have some questions about
the time you spent in quarantine.

Did you meet a woman named Ada?

It's becoming increasingly difficult
to understand her these days.

We found a file in Ada's belongings that
might be from your stay at the center.

How were you treated?

- This is my language.
- Is it making any sense?

Where are those numbers from?

They were written...

On the wall...

What wall?

We have to stop. Axel will be here
any minute. You need to leave.

What do you think is wrong with her?

It seems like she's been
obsessed by an evil spirit.

A "sjóvættir" or something like that.

- Get here now.
- What?

Tore's wife called,
he might die tonight.

- What do you mean?
- A fighter wants revenge for Stiklestad.

- Slow down.
- He's fighting a beast! Just come!

Fine, see you there.

- I have to sort out some private stuff.
- Are you joking?

We have tons of stuff
we need to go through.

I'll get back as soon as I can.

- Where are you?
- Sorry, this may take some time.

- I don't think I'll be back tonight.
- What the hell? Are you at a party?

Of course not. I have to go.

Alfhildr! Hello?

Oh...

I thought I was done
with all that damn fighting.

This is madness.
You have to call if off.

No. My family needs the money.

- I told you I can lend you money.
- Thanks, but I reap my own salary.

What are you doing here?

Hold her.

How are you doing?

What are you doing here? Really?

- Don't be like that.
- It was you who left us.

I thought you rose above such things.

Even though I didn't want to be
one of your guru groupies,

we're still fighting the same fight.

Guru groupie?

You find it necessary to lapse to such
ignoble terms about what we shared?

Please.

I have nowhere else to go.

My darkened soul
is capable of many things.

To shun my little warrior
is not one of them.

In 18 matches he has 12 KOs,
and is still undefeated.

Please welcome
Tobias "The Savior" Hansen!

The next contestant has no fights,
no victories.

Tore Hund!

You know the rules.
No groin kicks, no eye-gouging.

A fair and respectful fight.
Shake hands!

Kill, Tore! Kill!

Get him, Tore!

Yes! Yes!

Tore! Fight! Fight like in Bjarmeland!

Stand up, Tore!

Fight!

We have to discuss
a slightly unpleasant matter.

The car you drove
was searched after the crash.

- We found this in the glove compartment.
- What is that?

Don't act naive, Alfhildr.
We've checked your arrival papers.

We know you've been
treated with temproxate.

Do you know how this
ended up in your patrol car?

I guess the results were in your favor?

Are you kidding?
They found temproxate in the car.

She claims to know nothing,
so they'll do some tests.

Poor thing. She doesn't realize
when the game is over.

I hear you suspect Alfhildr
of abusing temproxate?

Yes.

If you have relevant information,
this is the time to share it.

The bottle you found wasn't hers.

- She's covering for a colleague.
- Which colleague?

- Where the hell were you?
- I overslept.

You're my only friend here,
and you can't even set an alarm for me.

I let them take my blood
just to cover for you.

Well, you didn't need to.
I told them the temproxate was mine.

Why?

Tell them you made it up to help me!

I'm a beforeigner,
they'll go easy on me.

Stop it.

I've already handed in
my resignation to Eriksen.

This is Urd speaking.
Leave a message.

Have a seat.

I can feel that something is wrong.

I have cancer.
Can you chase it away?

I'm sorry.

My abilities are powerless
against the growing rocks.

Why did you take me in
if you can't save my life?

Life is not something to be saved.

What is it then?

Life is a maze.

You must find your way out.

MEAD TONIGHT?

What are you trying to tell me?

Should I off myself?

It's not that simple.

Nobody breaks out
of the maze unpunished.

But where is the exit you speak of?

Give me your blood.

Shit!

Shit!

Does the blood hold any answers?

I see a creature...

A dog...

Follow the dog,
and you will find your way out.

You're hard to get, but when
you get going, you don't hold back.

- We can have mead instead, if you want.
- That's not necessary.

What the fuck are you doing here?

I said I would be back.

Did you break in?

Your drug dealer was kind enough
to let me climb down from his unit.

This is not okay.
I'm reporting you.

Lars. Don't you recognize me? Lars!

Help! Help!

We are free men from Viken,
from Olaf the Stout's flock!

It's me.

I was the first one.
The first one in the ocean.

You helped me
from the roof of the Opera house.

Uh, okay...

What do you want from me?

I just want to help.

I see you're struggling
with these numbers.

I don't blame you, though.
You're missing the beginning.

- Are they GPS coordinates?
- Of course.

You only write the decimals, as the
entire Oslo fjord starts with 59 and 10.

Hold on...

- It's here, right?
- Mhm.

- Is it the location of a timehole?
- Bingo!

That's what connects everything.

Ada, Madeleine, the Tjuvholmen woman,
everything's connected to this timehole.

How do you know so much
about my case?

Are you
with the police security service?

Oh, wouldn't that be something!

No?

Who do you work for, then?

I already told you:

He who sacrificed his eye
to drink from the well of Mímir.