All language subtitles for Nobel - 01x06 - Episode 6

You're full of surprises, aren't you?

-How are you doing?
-Well.

I've put buckets by the bed...

Clean sheets and a fridge full of Coke.

I'm ready.

Good. Me too.

You don't have to stay.

-Of course I will.
-No, no.

I have a lot to do.

Hey...

I either do this myself,

or I'm worth nothing.

I'll tell you what.

The next time you're here...

I'll be there...

In the kitchen...

Cooking a nice pike.

With the table set for the whole family.

Watch over your family. Good bye.

-Hi.
-Hi.

I thought you were going to your father's?

He wanted to do it himself.

-Can he?
-No, not really.

No...

Hey, I was thinking...
Maybe we should go out tonight?

Have dinner?

Rikard would be thrilled
if you spent the day with him.

Things haven't gone as expected
after you came home.

Johanne...

Is it because of what I said
in the car? Johanne?

I'm asking you to have dinner
with me. What's going on?

-it's been a bit overwhelming.
-That's why we should go out!

-You and me.
-I don't know about that.

So bring Rikard along!

We need to sit down
and talk to each other.

Do you know who set you up,
or are you done

now that the papers
have exonerated you?

I'm just asking
if we can have dinner.

And I ask because I want to be
prepared in case this happens again.

I have a meeting.

Pick Rikard up, please.

It's been a while.

-Nice to see you.
-You too.

Time to break out the Champagne.

Okay? Why?

Heydar Zamani has transferred
all lands with oil and gas.

The Minister of Power and the Foreign
Minister will meet us in Kabul.

In three days, the Petroleum Act
will be introduced in Afghanistan.

-Really? Congratulations.
-Thanks.

-It's well deserved.
-It is.

Especially for the Afghan people.

But...

They're not ecstatic,
so I'm worried about security.

Would you be interested in joining?

-You want me to go to Kabul?
-No, Mazar.

What would Nora say about that?

You saved an Afghan woman.
That speaks to your advantage.

The knife will just make her
weak at the knees. Shall I ask her?

-I don't think so.
-Okay.

You don't have to ask Norad.
I do as I like. Think about it.

We leave in three days. Tuesday.

-Can you be honest with me?
-I can try.

When you heard the news
and saw it was me, what did you think?

-She was lucky.
-Stop it. Be honest.

Okay. Honestly, I thought
it was quite the coincidence.

-You're not alone.
-Don't think too much.

Life is noble. All lives matter.
Maybe it was no coincidence,

but you had a choice:

A half-dead Afghan woman and
an opium-smuggling Taliban-sympathizer.

What did you just say?

Life is noble.

-Congratulations on the project.
-Thanks.

See you around!

Hi.

The tabloids are
really giving you the works.

-Thanks for your help.
-Don't mention it.

But you didn't come here
to say thanks.

-Do you still have the helmet video?
-Yes.

Do you remember,
after our first three weeks

we found narcotics in those aid supplies?

-I remember.
-Can I see it?

Sure. It's all logged. Go ahead.

That was one
of the last assignments with Sigurd.

And you had legs.

That one, maybe.

Two lorries are approaching
at twelve o'clock.

I really fucked up with Johanne.

-What do you mean?
-She's so...

She's overwhelmed
by Sharif's murder, the media and...

Yeah. I watched
the car park footage with her.

And it... I could tell it shocked her.

I just had the urge to explain...

Who we are and what we do.
Or what I do.

-How did she react?
-Well...

It turned out to be a really bad idea.

She can't even bear it
when I touch her.

But she knows you're a soldier.

I guess she's like the rest of Norway.

It's easier to think about the war
when you don't have to be involved.

But what did you say, specifically?

I just tried to be as honest as possible.

Hey...

I told her about that boy
with the vest.

You chose to tell her that...

There's no point in telling
other people about that.

-Jon Petter?
-Yeah?

Check out the lorries.

On their sides.

Do you see what it says?

"Fruit for Life."

-Dot...
-"N-O".

We'll check it out after they leave
and report to Burås.

Clear?

-Clear.
-Clear.

Clear.

Okay!

A little further.

There.

Just go... Two seconds back.

-Here?
-Yes.

Take a screenshot of that person
and enlarge it.

I didn't see that...

Sharif fucking Zamani
with Norwegian development supplies.

-Do you think Stolt-Hansen knew?
-The project would've been stopped.

-But you reported this to Burås...
-It seems it didn't come through.

On our end?

No idea.

Like I said, I don't see why funding
should stop because of his death.

Where is Sharif's wife anyway?

-What do you mean?
-Well, Wasima?

-She is in Norway, right?
-I don't know.

You don't know where she is?

She won't have any effect
on the deal anyway.

-But she can influence her uncle.
-How so?

Listen. Sharif is dead.
His son takes over, but he's just a boy.

She's his mother. Who knows if
her uncle Heydar can control the lands?

-I can see how that's important.
-It really is.

Some people combat heroin with guns,
I use apples... Against heroin.

It's tough, but...

It's perhaps not as heroic
as being a soldier,

but it's my battle.

I'll look into it.

-I have to answer this...
-Yes.

-I suppose you do. Bye.
-Bye.

"Fruit for Life's lorries
smuggle opium."

"Burås was briefed.
Check email."

Hello, this is Johanne. Hi.

Can you help me find Fruit for Life's
annual production statistics?

Can you also find the total amount
of fruit that is distributed?

Are you serious? That's it?

Thank you.

Hello, this is Johanne Riiser.

-Hi. Thanks for seeing me.
-You're welcome.

I'll keep it short. I've seen footage
of Fruit for Life smuggling opium.

I don't think the Ministry
of Foreign Affairs has been informed.

-I don't know what footage you have?
-Your name comes up.

There's a lot of material to log.
This has perhaps taken a bit long.

Alright.

I'll make sure
the proper authorities are notified

so that they can
pay more attention in the future.

I need to know
where you found this footage.

-What are you doing?
-What do mean?

Are you leaking sensitive information?

-I don't know what you mean.
-What we do in war is classified.

Why did this footage surface now?

Because I'm still trying to find out
who wanted me to kill Zamani.

So unexpected things
turn up along the way.

Were there any arrest warrants
for Fruit for Life in Afghanistan?

-No.
-No?

On my orders.
I wanted Zamani at large.

That was more important
than a few farmers.

One more question.

Your wife...

She must've known you'd be summoned
if she spoke to Burås about this?

Yes.

Only your patrol had this footage.

Why did she do that?

I don't know.

Where are you going?

I'm picking up Rikard
for a barbeque at my dad's farm.

-I'm unemployed.
-Erling. Don't be so fucking cocky.

If you keep this up,
we may have to discharge you.

How can I best help you?

Hold these.
I couldn't get the door open.

One, two, three.

-I'll get my dad.
-Yeah.

I wanted to show Jon Petter
how good I am at riding.

Do it.

Let others praise you.
Self-praise is unbecoming.

Yes, hi.

Hi!

Hi.

Dad?

I thought you had work?

-What's Rikard doing here?
-What do you mean?

Your father's not doing well.
Why is he here?

Dad isn't here.

-So where is he?
-I don't know. Not here.

-What happens when he gets back?
-Stop. Look around.

Jon Petter is here.
Rikard is riding. It's quiet.

-You know what I mean.
-I brought Rikard here to watch him.

If you don't like it,
I'm sorry, but...

That's what I chose to do.

How bad is the opium stuff?

It's a nightmare, of course.

-Do you think Hektor is involved?
-No. I don't know.

You don't know, don't want to know,
don't think so or what?

I don't think so.

How small was his project?
How many lorries and employees?

You don't think he knows
about opium in his lorries?

How well do you know him, anyway?

Just take Rikard to the city
when your father comes back. Okay?

That's very good.

Fantastic.

-He's starting to do well.
-Very well.

Maybe he'll be just as good as you?

-Was that Johanne?
-Yes.

-She left again?
-Yes.

Will it ever be as good
as we had it here?

No, it won't...

Hello.

Try to keep a steady trot.

Alright. See you later.

-I'll make the beds.
-I'll take the sofa.

-That was Adella. Wasima is coming.
-Why?

Intelligence wants her out of the city.

-Hi.
-Hi!

-What a pleasant surprise. Come in.
-Thanks.

-I'm sorry to come here unannounced.
-No problem.

-Let me take your coat.
-Thanks.

I just opened a bottle of wine,
so this is good timing for my health.

I'm driving. But something
has come up that we need to discuss.

Just put your shoes there.

And you can take off the rest
of your clothes later. Maybe.

There's a glass over there
if you want.

No, thanks. I'm fine.

I just have to get changed.
Give me a minute.

So... What did you want to discuss?

How many employees
do you have in Afghanistan?

It's just me, really.

-But someone has to drive around?
-Sure.

I have a few Afghans
working for me, planting trees...

Driving to garden centres,

disappearing for a few days
and returning without lorry...

I think you should
take a closer look at them.

They may not be that trustworthy.

They're probably not, but I have to
or nothing gets done over there.

Hektor, you don't
have to trust them.

-Why not?
-We've found evidence

that your vehicles
are being used to smuggle opium.

Who is?

Sharif Zamani must have been behind it.

-Why would he?
-To make money, buy weapons...

Are you... Are you hungry?

I'm hungry,
and I don't know if I have anything.

Maybe we should have dinner somewhere
and get to the bottom of this.

-Really. We need to talk about this.
-Yes, we do.

Great. Just leave your car
so we can have a few drinks.

-So where is Riiser?
-He's trying to get clean.

So he's probably
in some alley somewhere?

-Maybe he pulls it off.
-Dad?

We have visitors.

-Hi!
-Hi.

-Thanks for having us.
-I didn't have a choice.

-It's safer here.
-I gathered as much.

-Salaam.
-Hi. Good to see you.

You too.

We're only staying one night,
then the airport tomorrow.

-Do want to eat?
-No, thanks.

-But a cup of tea, perhaps?
-Okay.

-Can you show them where to sleep?
-Yes.

Am I getting your room?

She asks if we're taking your room.

No, that's okay.
I'll sleep in dad's room.

Your horses look very nice.
Can you ride them?

-She wonders if you like to ride?
-Yes.

My son is your age,
and he likes to ride too.

She has a son your age
who also likes to ride.

-What's his name?
-Yunes.

-Jonas?
-Yunes.

Yunes.

Look at this horse.

Yes. Horse.

Erling, come here for a second.

-What?
-Take a look.

Zamani studied in London,

at the
School of Oriental and African Studies.

This is his yearbook photo.

Find one mistake in that photo.

Is that Hektor Stolt-Hansen?

They fucking studied together!

It looks like it.

-So you had no idea?
-About the smuggling? No.

You'll just have to trust me,
Johanne.

But let me be completely honest here.

I've known Sharif for a long time.
We studied together in London.

That's why I did so well with Fruit
for Life. Because we knew each other.

-Well, that was new.
-Yes.

-I'm sorry. I should've told you.
-Yes, you should have.

I have to tell you
something horrible...

I'm not really sorry
he's dead anymore.

I understand.

It's not that bad.
I've actually heard worse lately.

So what do we do now?

Since I brought in Fruit for Life,
this is quite important to me too.

The project was used as leverage
to enter the region,

so there's a lot of politics involved.

-How many know about the smuggling?
-A few, but they'll keep quiet.

So just keep the project afloat.
We'll have to try to sort this out.

-Of course.
-Okay?

Excuse me.

-You have a nice house.
-Thank you.

-Expensive?
-Yes, but it's inherited money.

Do you know what it's like to grow up
in a home where everyone makes it?

-No, I don't actually.
-No...

My father was a cabinet minister
and now holds many board positions.

My mother is a physician,
my brother a philanthropist

after being lucky in the dot-com bubble

and my sister dances at the opera.

Everything my family touches,
turns to gold.

And the opera pays,
what, 2.50 a day?

Sure, but at least
she's following her dream.

And she... You know what I mean.
She married quite well.

And I've planted a few apple trees
in Afghanistan on Norway's behalf.

I have a salary grade.
My family doesn't even know what that is.

They'd look it up in a dictionary.
The paper version. In their library.

They must like an idealist,
considering they have a library.

Sure. An idealist is good.
If he wins the Peace Prize.

But...

Johanne, I really want
Fruit for Life to succeed.

-Yes, I know who he is.
-Do you know him well?

He’s an old friend of Sharif.

They told each other stories
from when they studied together.

Hektor visited us frequently.

-Hektor and Sharif met frequently.
-Okay.

Did you know your husband smuggled opium?

Did you know
that your husband smuggled opium?

Yes.

Did Hektor know he smuggled opium?

-Did Hektor know?
-He knew.

Are you sure? Is she sure?

Are you sure?

Yes.

Sharif grew apples,
and he grew opium.

He used Norwegian lorries to transport
opium because they were never checked.

Yes. Hektor knew everything.

Do you remember
when we met at university?

-I do.
-I thought you were such a toff.

Self-centred and arrogant.

Well, I am.

Do you know what I thought about you?

I thought you were terribly...
Beautiful.

An over-achieving girl from the suburbs.

Well, I am.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

I wonder how much he's made from opium.

Hektor definitely has a motive
for removing Sharif.

Why would he get rid
of his source of income?

Did the Foreign Minister know
that Stolt-Hansen was smuggling?

-You know I can't say...
-Yes, you can.

It's speculation.
The army is allowed to think too.

You can deny it.

Did he know Stolt-Hansen smuggled opium

to Uzbekistan and returned with
weapons for Zamani's private guard?

-Adella?
-No, he didn't know that.

-No?
-The minister was never informed.

But if he was going to
meet Sharif in Oslo,

then maybe he found out.

He financed Hektor's project.
He couldn't have known about it.

No...

Be careful.

Hey.

Hello.

-Is it mine or yours?
-I thought it was your mother?

Are you free? Great.

Thanks. Hello.

-Hello, hello.
-Hi.

It's me. Call me back.
It's important.

Start all the way down. Down here.

-Here?
-Yes, at the bottom.

Now you can pull.

There.

-Hello.
-Hi.

What a distinguished visit!

-I'm dirty.
-That's okay.

I wanted to keep our guests
company until the airport.

Rikard, can you get
Wasima and Adella?

-Important lady.
-She's the daughter

of one of the first military leaders
of the Northern Alliance.

He was killed after 9/11,
but she was already married off

in an attempt to unite
the Alliance and the Taliban.

It didn't work.
Things don't always do.

-Do you think she'll be safe?
-We can't keep her captive.

-She should be with her son too.
-And you don't need her anymore?

-Salaam.
-Salaam.

-Hi.
-Hi.

And she's still Heydar's niece.

His continuing support
is important to us.

The airport is an hour away,
so there's time for some chatting. Bye.

-Bye.
-Wasima!

Thank you.

-Here you are.
-Thank you.

-That's kind of you.
-Yeah.

Get your rucksack
and tell Jon Petter that we're leaving.

Where've you been?

Where've you been?

At Hansen-Hagen's.

-Okay?
-I asked him to let me in.

-Okay...
-He's nice.

He lent me some clothes.

And you're doing well?

I feel like I've been hit by a lorry.

-Okay.
-And you?

I've been hit by the same lorry.

Front page material, or..?

Trouble in paradise?

-A bit of both.
-It's all the travelling.

Career women
have to be kept on a tight leash.

What do you mean?

-I'm too old to give you advice.
-No, go on. Give me advice.

I really want to know. Give me advice.

I recommend 15 milligrams
of Rohypnol and a stiff brandy.

-That's it?
-That does it.

Jesus...

Hi.

How are you?

Hey...

Stop it.

It's so good to see you.

Damn it...

War...

It's hell.

What the hell is this?

The oil agreement with China.

You can't just overbid
Oil for Development.

Why not?

Why not?

Do you think it's wrong
to make money? Do you?

-That's not what this is about.
-But it is.

There's nothing illegal about it.
And in my defence,

this came about
long before Oil for Development.

But you do realize
that this is impossible?

Oh well.

You certainly work fast.

-We work fast?
-Yes, you do. All of you.

And your soon-to-be ex-husband.

-What are you talking about?
-Sharif was here to sign the deal.

The Chinese were here.
And your husband kills him...

So that was fast.

The army and the government
were very efficient.

And you say that you
can't cooperate... Not true at all.

-Erling prevented a murder.
-Okay...

Nobody believes that.

You don't even believe it yourself.

Text: Persijn M. de Rijke