All language subtitles for DAG - S04E07

Dorina!

Benedikt!

I'll get back to you
when we know more.

What did they steal?

They ignored the TV and stereo.

All they took were kitchen appliances.

- Did you get hold of Benedikt?
- No.

What about the woman?

Not good.
She's being kept in a coma.

- She was pregnant, right?
- Yes.

Is it his baby?

I don't know.
I never asked.

They may have to remove the baby.

But the situation is more unsure
with Dorina.

Shit!

Excuse me.

I need a glass of water.

- Did he send you a text message?
- Yes. "Enough."

- We have to find him.
- He won't kill himself.

- No?
- He isn't suicidal.

- How can you know?
- I know him.

He's always dealt with his problems
by drinking.

Or popping a sedative.

More and more as he has aged.

And now he has been sober for a year.

Alone with himself
and all his mistakes.

Grinding around in his head.

The only people he cares about
have moved away.

And now he think he's killed someone.

Would you have a desire to live?

He could have told me.
I didn't know ...

Would it have made any difference?

You've been more of a father to him
than I have.

As in every family,
what weighs the most -

- is that which is never said.

Tired?

Yeah. I'll go lie down with Leon
at Marianne's.

- I'll go with you.
- Stay, in case Benedikt shows up.

I'll go look for him.
Send a text if you hear anything.

OK.

Bye.

The Regret

- Hi.
- Hi. Any news?

No.
You?

No.

I searched everywhere I could,
then spent the rest of the night -

- locating the address of every woman
I know he's slept with.

Any success with that?

We'll see.

He feels Dag and I
have turned our backs on him.

And patterns
tend to repeat themselves, so ...

I ended up sending out a group e-mail.

I invited them all to your office
at 11 a.m.

To my office?

- You didn't have enough room here?
- Your place is more centrally located.

Jesus Christ!

No one has heard anything?

I got a picture from an unknown caller
last night. Is this him?

No, that isn't his.

Long story.

No one?
Not a sound?

Well, you have my number
if you do hear anything.

Set off a bomb here, and there'd be
no bingo players left in town.

- Thank you for coming.
- Thank you.

Excuse me.

- Everything OK?
- Leon and I are texting funny faces.

- How about you? Any luck?
- No.

No, it isn't him.
Hello?

What?

When?

What?

OK.
Thanks for calling.

My boat has been stolen.

It has a GPS tracker.

I know where he's going.

To Shetland.
To die.

Good job!

You know that I love you very much?

Bye.

Thank you.

Just help my brother.

- You don't have to come.
- I know. But Leon is in good hands.

And you need someone
to look after you.

Come on.
Let's go.

We will be landing at Sumburgh Airport
in approximately five minutes ...

Dag ...

Hey, I'm no Inspector Morse. I'm a
bitter couple's therapist with a map.

- You've been here before.
- Sure. 30 years ago.

I'm sure we'll find him.
This place isn't that big.

This is my fault, not yours. I told
him I didn't want to see him again.

No, it's my fault.
I could have been honest with him.

What kind of a country is this?
Who rents out a car with no gas?!

- You pay, I'll fill.
- Want anything?

Some water, maybe?

Good day to you, sir.

- Do you have some water, as well?
- Sure we've got some water.

13,20, sir.

- You're not from around here?
- No.

What the fuck brought
you to the Shetlands?

I'm looking for a friend.
He's gone missing on a boat.

They found an older man...

It's like bloody Noah!

- I just get your change, sir.
- Did you say Cunningsburgh?

Yes, Cunningsburgh.
Your change for you, sir.

No, that's okay.

Shit!

Wow, that's quite some ass
you got there, sir.

I tore my pants on a nail,
so I had to ...

It was this or a sheepskin.

You look like Rob Roy.

- We found your boat.
- Let's go!

This is the place!

We have to walk from here.
Come on!

- Are you OK?
- Sure.

Shit!

What happened?

Are you OK?

You OK?

Sure. Go ahead.
We'll catch up.

- Are you sure?
- Yes. Run!

Damn, it's really deep.

- We have to call ...
- No way.

Come on.

- You are so stubborn.
- Yeah, yeah.

- OK? Does it hurt?
- Yes.

Benedikt!

Benedikt ...

Listen to me, Benedikt.

Wait.
Don't do that.

She's alive.
Dorina is alive.

The baby is also alive.

Listen to me.

This doesn't solve anything.

Killing yourself
won't change anything.

Do you know how many times I have
thought of this place as a refuge?

Yes.

It doesn't matter
where you are in the world, -

- as long as you bring your history
along as overweight baggage.

I've thought a lot about
how it's best to do it.

People often make the mistake -

- of giving themselves a chance
to change their mind.

It's much better if you can't.

- Have you ever considered it?
- Suicide?

Many times.

Once I was so indifferent to suicide -

that I decided to wait until it
actually made a difference to me.

But then I found other things in life
to appreciate.

Wine, books, food ...

You.

I was on the boat.

The sun came up, and I thought:

"This sure is beautiful."

And it is gorgeous here, but ...

But the person I have become
needs to be removed.

Enough is enough.

- Enough.
- But that isn't really who you are.

Fixing that by committing suicide -

- only means those left behind
will inherit your feelings.

I'm not leaving anyone behind
to inherit anything.

Find someone else to help
who might actually get better.

I'm not helping you for your sake.

I'm doing it for the same reason
as when my dad got on that bike -

- and starting pedaling toward Norway.

What kind of a man lies to his son
his entire life, -

- claiming to only be his stepfather?

What kind of a man is that, -

- who lies to his son?

I'm sorry. Your mother was married
to another man when she got pregnant.

We didn't get together
until you were four.

She didn't want you to know
she had been unfaithful.

Not even when
you were old enough to know.

I promised I wouldn't say anything.

And the years went by.

She was simply a one-night-stand.
One of a hundred.

But I'll never forget it.

The first time I held you in my arms.

Everything changed.

So we moved in together.

For your sake.

I was never really
in love with your mother.

What?

That must be the weirdest thing
anyone has ever said, -

- to keep someone
from committing suicide.

I only remember one thing -

- about the man
I thought was my father.

He came into my room and turned
my garbage can upside down.

He poured out everything,
told me to clean it up, and said:

"I have your will
in my back pocket."

- I remember that.
- He was an asshole.

But that was 35 years ago,
and you aren't four anymore.

So here's the deal, Benedikt:

Either you and I take one giant step
forward here together, -

- or else we try to find a way
to keep on living.

It's your call.

Never a dull moment.

What?

I should have said this to
you ages ago:

I want to marry you.

Do you really mean that?

If I -

- keep going it alone,
I'll end up on that cliff.

I'd much rather go on with you.

You're the best man in the world.

Did I hear bacon twice a week?

OK.

I should call Malin
and see how things are going.

I'm sure Benedikt will want to know.

Hi!

How are things going?
No uninvited guests?

You won't believe what happened.
We were hanging out ...

That was my fault.
It wasn't you.

Roll ... me ... over.

- What?!
- I may be exaggerating a little.

- What do you mean by a little?
- A lot.

You know us authors.

Nobody has been here.
Thanks for asking.

Hey!

Tanya.

Here's the funnel,
so you can have some wine after all.

Take this off and open wide.
There!

Sancerre.

- What did Malin?
- Don't ask.

Hi there.

I missed you.

Sorry.

Never mind.
You don't have to explain anything.

The most important thing
is that you're still here.

We thought maybe we'd get married.

Would you like to be my best man?

Yes!

That's quite a rich initiative, Dag.

The sooner, the better.

Faster, Rob Roy, faster!

After this, nothing can go wrong.