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I'm telling you, look at this morning's catch.

Here we go! It's nearly time, put it there.

The lobsters go there.

Look at these lobsters, they are beautiful.

-Good morning. -Hello.

Plenty of choice today.

Yes, not bad.

This could work. Maybe a little light.

Will do for a ravioli or salad.

So now you plan the menu?

What do I know, I can't afford your prices anyway.

Soon I won't be able to afford yours.

But this one is fine.

Put this on ice, please.

Two gilt-heads and one lobster for table seven.

It's fine.

Gilberto, get rid of the lobster and clean up this mess.

Right away.

Get rid of it.

Gilberto, finish this.

I'm going to get some air.

I'd like to get out of here before midnight.

He's a sous chef.

He works in the kitchen at Le Sinquet.

-Where we went for your birthday? -Yeah.

Came in the morning, clothes soiled with black vomit.

High fever, acute diarrhoea. We had to induce a coma.

-The chef also collapsed outside. -When?

Last night.

His clothes were covered in the same vomit.

He died before we got there.

Waiting for permission from his family to do an autopsy.

Sorry.

Let me know when you get the results. Thanks, Sofia.

-What happened? -Dad left for Antwerp.

-He had a meeting. -What about Tanya?

-She's in Portugal. -He doesn't know.

-What? -That we left.

There's nothing to do there. We have no friends, dad's not home.

You should have called!

I know how to take a train.

-We almost got on the wrong one. -Shut up.

You can't leave like that. What if something happened?

-Like what? -That's not the point, Isabelle.

We need to know where you are.

We'll talk about it later.

Don't touch anything.

Why would you say that?

Get lost.

-Three weeks and you couldn't... -Something came up.

-Something always does. -I have to work, Cecile.

You have to work, we all...

-I'll be back tomorrow, I'll take... -They are here, Michael.

-What? -They came home.

-By themselves? -Yes, by themselves!

I'll drive down at the weekend, take them back.

-You think I'll let them? -Cecile, come on.

They shouldn't have left, I've told them as much.

But they were alone. And I hear it's not the first time.

And you never leave them alone?

Of course, but not overnight without someone coming to stay.

And not on their holidays, when I've promised we'd spend time together.

Do you just expect them to sit around and wait for you?

Yes, actually, they're children!

In a city they don't know without their father.

I have to go.

Call them in a few days.

Hello.

Hi.

Nothing to eat?

If you wanted something, you should've told me.

I thought you'd surprise me.

Looks like I did.

-What do you want? -No, I'll get it.

My turn to surprise you.

She thinks being on holiday means six meals a day.

You're giving a talk. On... whale song.

There's a flyer in our hotel.

I was.

Got cancelled with everything that's happened.

Must have been terrible.

You're a...

cetologist?

You?

You look out there...

I...

look up there.

Astronomer?

Astrophysicist.

They say we know more about space than the oceans.

Not sure who "they" is.

My parents once asked me why I wanted to spend my life

searching for something no one even knew existed.

-What did you say? -Hope.

Sounded good at the time.

Deep down though...

the idea of not being alone is...

strangely...

comforting.

I should get going.

Here.

We're staying a few more nights at the Inn.

If you feel like talking...

send me a message.

Twenty five on approach, twenty five.

AA137 has just landed.

Professor, welcome aboard.

Captain.

You're older, Sigur.

By six years.

You haven't aged at all, Jasper.

Maybe just no ageing left to do.

Surprised you're still doing the Northern Tour.

Never one for the heat.

Or land, for that matter.

Hello, Sigur.

Tina.

Shall we head below?

Steer zero-one-four.

They should come into view right about...

now.

Sirsoe methanicola.

-What's that? -Ice worms.

-How long have they been here? -We came across them a few days ago.

I thought you said they covered 50 square meters.

They did, when we first discovered them.

-You sure we're in the same spot? -Let me double check.

Same spot.

Can you get closer?

-What are they doing? -They are feeding.

-On what? -See those brown patches?

That's the bacterial mat which the worms feed off.

The white spots are patches of frozen methane.

Do you have the footage from the original dive?

-We do. -I'd like to see that.

Someone will set it up.

Turn that up.

-What was that? -Sometimes we get interference.

From kinks in the tether.

There, picture.

Picture.

Thank you.

Picture.

Picture.

-Could you upload these? -All of them, Professor?

Please.

Will you do the honours?

You did not get this in the canteen.

Thought it might make the meal go down easier.

So, you had something to show me?

Right. There are species of ice worm leaving this far north but...

none of them have teeth let alone jaws like this.

And that's not all.

Ice worms are broadcast spawners.

Means they spew billions of sperm, eggs into the water,

very few of which fertilise and those that do,

they take weeks to hatch.

There is no known species that can reproduce fast enough

to cover an area this big in just a few days

and also, they're bigger.

Almost double the size of the ones you spotted a few days ago, so I...

I know this isn't what you wanted to hear but...

it's a pretty good guess we're looking at a new species.

And if we are...

then I'll name it after you.

You can think of it as a...

parting gift from an old friend.

I'll send you some names of experts in the field, so you can follow up.

-I'd rather stick with you. -Tina.

It won't be like the last time.

-It won't. -It will. Cause it's the only way...

I wouldn't have called you if that were true.

You called me cause you need me.

Hovestad Energy needs me.

We do. But that doesn't mean...

The government is opening up 50 new fields in the Norwegian Sea.

For the exploration of oil, gas hydrates, minerals

which no one will be able to develop

without a clean bill of health from the environmental groups

breathing down Hovestad's neck.

Which is why you'd like to add my name to the list of experts

-you consulted. -We're doing it right this time.

-You say that... -I'm not just saying it, I mean it.

If the worms, or anything we discover,

proves to be environmentally sensitive,

it will be in my report.

Nothing will be deleted or buried in the footnotes.

And if it kills Hovestad's plan to develop the site?

It will still be in my report

Okay, but this time, when you...

write your report, before you submit it,

I sign it. Every page. Top to bottom.

Okay.

How long did you run the test?

A little over 24 hours.

As you can see, the worms ate right through the bacterial mat

and then carried on into the ice.

Which explains their teeth and oversized jaws.

But it doesn't explain why they ate through the bacterium.

There's nothing in the ice for them to feed on.

Whatever the reason, they kept going until they suffocated.

Why would they do that?

Some species display self-destructive behaviour.

Sometimes it's population control,

sacrifice for the group, but that doesn't seem to be the case here.

It doesn't. We also checked the rate of reproduction of the bacterium.

It's faster than any other known bacterium.

It looks like you've stumbled on a new species of ice worms.

And also a new strain of bacterium.

In the middle of Hovestad's fields in the Norwegian Sea.

Write up all findings and send the report to...

To me.

Copied to Sigur.

I'll circulate it to the people at Hovestad.

Can I make a call?

You can use my office.

So, what do you think they'll say?

Who? Hovestad?

Not much they can say.

It's a new species, a fact. Not up for debate.

Sure, the information is fact, but what they decide to do about it,

that's another question.

Yeah, you're right. That's true.

Unfortunately it's not my decision.

So that's it?

You... deliver your report,

collect your check and... move on?

-That's enough, Rahim. -No, no, it's fine.

Listen, why don't you fight your battles your way,

and I'll fight them mine.

Katharina, thank you. And just be sure to...

copy me on the report.

-Sure. -Yep.

You are entitled to your own opinion whether I agree with it or not.

But what you are not entitled to do is

to insult someone with whom this Institute has dealings.

You want to challenge Dr. Johanson?

Go to Trondheim.

Sit in one of his lectures and when he asks for questions,

ask him.

Until then,

you pay him the respect that he deserves.

-So what shall we do about them? -Do about them?

Your worms. What do we do about them?

You proceed under Norway's rules for ecological impact

on seabed, oil and gas operations.

What we're asking, Dr. Johanson,

is if there is anything we can do to expedite the process.

Well, assuming that you want to do this by the book...

Which I assured Dr. Johanson we do.

Whether or not you need to cease operating

depends on how widespread the species is.

If it's distributed on a larger area than the one disturbed by operation,

then I see no major risk for biodiversity loss and so...

you proceed.

It's not a problem.

However...

if it isn't,

then you have to stop.

Which is why we need to have another look.

See how far they spread,

take some more sediment samples.

It seems like your worms are doing far more harm to themselves

than anything we could do to them.

Aaren, I'm not trying to stop you.

I'm trying to do the job you hired me to do.

Which is to ensure we do things

in the most environmentally responsible way possible.

I spoke to Captain Alban,

we can charter the Thorvaldson for another week, two if needed.

The sooner we get back out there,

the sooner we'll know the extent of the problem.

Fine. And Aaren?

I want you to go with them.

Happy to.

I'm sure we can use an extra pair of hands.

Always.

I'm just looking forward to the pleasure of your company.

Aaren is exactly how I remember him.

I would argue worse. And Erika?

-She's better. -At what?

At saying something without actually saying anything.

Do you need a ride?

I have one, thanks.

Yeah, okay. So...

I'll just see you out there.

-Yeah. -Yeah?

-See you back out there. -Sure.

-Everything okay? -Yeah.

Did anyone else not show up today?

One of the apprentices.

Did you hear from them?

Do you have the address?

I will go check on them.

Yes, in my office.

Can you also make me a copy of your reservation list

from last night, please?

So I can check if anybody else got sick?

Must have been the lobster.

The lobster?

Yes, the chef, Monsieur Bouquillon, was preparing it and it...

-What? -It just... burst.

What happened to the lobster?

Gilberto started to clean up the mess

and then the apprentice, Alaina, she threw it away.

Where?

Down the waste disposal.

Gilberto... is he...

He's in good hands. I promise.

Oxygen, adrenaline, now!

Hold him down!

Alaina?

Anybody here?

-Yes. -Cecile?

-Where are you? -At the apprentice's flat.

We just lost Gilberto.

Cecile?

Cecile, are you there?

Leon Anawak, Vancouver Island Marine Institute.

Here to see Clive Roberts.

Let him through!

Eighteen days ago

everything in order.

Entered the Canadian waters yesterday.

Nothing unusual.

Then... I can't control.

No response when I try to steer.

You lost power?

No. No, we have power.

Rudder... not working.

Jammed.

Tugboats came,

attached cables.

I saw...

a shadow.

Underwater.

Coming fast toward us and the tugboats.

The shadow got closer...

and then it went down.

Disappeared.

And...

then it came up.

Out of the water.

A humpback whale...

landed onto the tugboat.

And a second humpback...

landed onto another tugboat.

Have you seen any other whales?

Any calves? Any small ones?

No.

Just two big ones.

Why did you ask about the calves?

Whales sometimes attack ships to protect their young.

Or when they're mating.

But... they don't mate in these waters.

We've had reports of other incidents

up the coast and in the States too.

It's causing hell for all of us. Ships backed up,

waiting to dock.

We're trying to get a go-ahead to reroute

some freighters to Prince Rupert.

No wonder the rudder was jammed.

Never seen such a tick clot of mussels.

Captain Nakamura told me

the hull was clean when they sailed from Tokyo.

Mind if I...

We've got plenty to spare.

Okay, let it down!

Slowly.

Little more.

-Hi. -Hey.

Seven one four meters.

They're bigger.

Much bigger.

Ready to deploy, Captain.

What? What's wrong?

Corer's broken through.

I'll be on the bridge.

When the corer punched through the seabed,

it released the methane trapped beneath.

We see that sometimes on oil rigs,

an uncontrolled release of crude oil after pressure control systems fail.

If you would've been on a smaller ship,

you might have gone down.

Professor Lehman...

I got it up on screen.

We looked at the sectional sediment you brought

to try and figure out why the corer punched through the seabed.

But this time...

we let the test run longer.

And we discovered the wholes on the ice

kept getting deeper even after the worms had died.

If it isn't the worms,

is something else eating through the ice?

It is.

-The bacteria. -Yes.

If nothing stops them, how deep can they go?

All the way to the bottom, I'd imagine.

The amount of methane release would be minimal.

It wouldn't make it to the atmosphere

so there's no reason to worry about the greenhouse effect.

But given how fast the worms are reproducing,

it's probably worth to see if anyone else out there

found the same worms.

-Here. -Thank you.

Sure.

You okay?

Yeah...

I just didn't realise what a close call we all had.

Yeah, neither did I.

There's a conference in Geneva tomorrow,

hosted by the International Energy Council.

I wasn't planning to go but after what Katharina said...

it might be a good opportunity to find out if anyone else

has found the same worms.

Yeah.

So you should go.

I was hoping you would come with me.

I have a... pretty heavy class load.

Next semester.

And I've just been away more than I should.

We could go and get back in a day.

-Two at the most. -Tina.

I work for Hovestad.

People won't be as comfortable talking to me.

You heard what Katharina said.

On a smaller ship we would have gone down.

There's someone I know who can find out for us...

what, if anything, anyone has discovered.

One day.

I'll set something up.

Thank you.

Okay, enough.

I need air and food. And a drink.

Starting with the drink.

Are you coming?

Five minutes.

See you up top.

-There you go. -You're the best.

-And for you. -Thanks.

Bit heavy for a Friday night, isn't it?

What can I say? My idea of fun.

You're welcome to join me,

but a very demanding Professor is waiting for this data.

Sounds tempting, but I'll leave you to it.

But if you want, you know, a conversation,

normal drink at a pub, we're over there.

-Five minutes. -I'll take it.

-Cheers. -Cheers.

Happy birthday!

Charlie, thanks for the message.

Thirty!

How did that happen?

Wish you were here to soften the blow.

We could re-live some of last year's madness.

Maybe not, considering.

Anyway...

hope the reason you're not answering is

because you're with that hot guy from the boat.

Miss you.

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