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Calm the--
Oslo knows nothing, neither does she.
Your research was sponsored by Schenthal Biotech.
It's a pharmaceutical company. There was some kind of scandal
involving healthy human beings.
You shouldn't believe everything you read.
Natalie?
Communes with the spirits. Heals the sick.
- Sometimes. - We can stop him
before it is to late.
Hey.
Hi.
I need to find Governor Odegard.
Hildur Odegard isn't the Governor anymore.
I still need to find her.
Yeah. She lives in the Blue Fox now.
Her and Eric have split up.
Thanks.
Or maybe it's just a trial separation of some sort.
And everything'll work out after a break.
Hard to tell!
He's dead.
Muscimol.
Five or six hours.
Heart failure I think.
All the indications.
This is shamanistic ritual.
I think the killer is a shaman, Eric,
and I think Tavrani was involved in shamanism too.
The killer needs parts from human bodies,
Hindemith, Bianca, the graves--
- If we can understand what he's thinking-- -Stop, Petra.
This is Voodoo. Madness.
- Delusional fucking fairytales. - She's right.
If we can understand what he's thinking--
- Get inside his way of thinking. - His world view.
I don't even know what my own wife is thinking!
It's not snow-blindness.
Pupil reactions are normal.
No inflammation in the eye tissues.
No engorgement or retinal ischemia.
Ocular pressure is normal.
The OCT and MRI scans show up no abnormalities.
- None. - What if--
What if this whole thing is effectively psychological?
You mean my eyes can see, but my brain doesn't want to look
at what my eyes are showing it.
I'm talking about an intense neurological event,
prompted by stress and exhaustion,
resulting in a temporary blindness.
So I'm not blind, I'm just mental.
A psychological reaction to the wasp trauma.
What about if it's a physiological reaction
to the wasp trauma?
Well then Doctor Adebimpe would have found
a physiological explanation.
With his little ophthalmoscope and his torch.
Plus the OTC and MRI scanners.
The parasite that attacked me was subtle,
malicious, insidious and...
a fuck of a lot smarter than anyone in this room, so...
- Found anyone? - What?
Suspect. Made an arrest?
No, the investigation is-- It's ongoing.
Coffee?
Irish maybe?
This is from me, Dan.
From all of us.
Drink up.
What do you want, Eric?
Finish the job you started. Drinking yourself to death.
You don't have any idea what you're dealing with.
I'm dealing with an alcoholic.
Governor Munk says you broke into Doctor Khatri's home
and threatened her.
You don't know what you're doing.
If you weren't threatening her,
then you're mentally unstable.
One or the other.
Which is it to be? Arrested or sectioned.
Eric...
you're not a fucking sheriff.
Thank you.
Mister Mankyo, my friend...
I'm so very, very sorry.
Bianca was a beautiful soul,
a lovely young woman.
My heart goes out to you.
Mister Mankyo has asked me to lead the room.
To lead?
Bianca was in my choir, Mrs. Odegard.
Hey...
You okay?
Oh, This coffee's got whiskey in it.
No, this whiskey's got coffee in it.
Munk said on the phone that they're not paying him enough money.
He said he'd made Eric sheriff because he could control him.
Everyone? Please?
Bianca Mankyo has been taken from us.
We have lost a beautiful daughter,
a dear friend and a very talented student.
Her father has asked that instead of words,
we say farewell to Bianca with music.
This is a piece Bianca loved, the whole choir loved.
So this is for her.
Someone has to fix this. Make sure all these people
are safe again, that's all that matters.
You won't find him.
Listen to me very carefully,
because what I'm telling you is important.
You shot Elena.
You left her in that state in that bed--
persistent vegetative state.
You!
And then you ran away.
This town does not care about you anymore.
Its him. That's him!
Move your head!
Eric!
Everybody, stay inside!
- Fast! - Come on!
Hong. Not with the knife. Hong!
All right?
It's all right.
It's his tongue. Isn't it?
It's him. He took Tavrani's tongue.
-Go that way! -All right!
Eric!
- Eric! - Who shot? Where's Eric?
Over there! He shot him!
Police! Come out!
Hear me? Come outside now!
Come outside!
There's no one. Just that dog.
I didn't see a dog.
There was a dog.
What is it?
Eric?
Eric? What is it?
You can--
You can confirm?
Bianca Mankyo. Yes, that's her.
You had him. He taunted you, and then you let him get away.
- I shot and wounded him. - Is that a fact?
And then he turned into a big dog
and ran off into the blizzard?
- I didn't say-- - That's exactly what
the other men are saying, Eric.
Perhaps someone killed Bianca
in the muscimol den and put her body
where we found Hindemith's body,
because they wanted us to think
it was the same killer when it wasn't.
So we could be looking at two killers,
- and one is a copy cat... - There's no such things,
as Copy Cat Killers in the real world!
They're made up!
I want this killer found.
You understand!
The killer! The one killer in Fortitude!
Find him!
-Hello? -Michael, it's me.
There's a package in my room.
I think it's from Dmitri Podnikov.
Documents and film.
Ah, sixteen-millimeter, I think.
Okay, see you then.
What do you know about Doctor Khatri?
Dan!
Hildur.
Why do you ask me that?
I think she's been doing bad.
- Doing bad? - To Elena.
I don't understand what you mean.
- Elena's condition is intractable. - Who says!
Everyone in the specialist team who examined her.
Listen to me, Dan.
Khatri is in a terrible position.
She can't simply let Elena die.
That's not a possibility.
As long as there is life there,
Khatri has to treasure that life.
We all do.
And you have to let her go.
Shut the door.
You fucking idiot.
Careful.
They have found her head.
Not possible.
I fucking saw it in a yellow bag.
It's not possible.
Where the fuck did you leave it?
Down a deep hole.
- Well, they have it. - How?
Some lunatic in an anorak led them to it.
Where?
Some fucking shed.
Hanging from the rafters.
A spotlight illuminating it.
Neon arrows.
- Big flashing sign. - Who is he?
The mad fucker who cut off the other guy's head.
Jesus!
I didn't sign up for this bloodbath.
Right. This is what has got to happen.
This is what you're going to do.
- I need you-- - Fatty.
- What? - Shut up.
Did you just call me fatty?
You're an amateur.
Stay in your room tonight.
Drink your vodka.
And in the morning it'll all be fixed.
This simply must hurt like the very devil.
Yes, it does.
But I keep the pain inside for when it's needed.
Needed?
What I have to do in this place
is going to take an agony of pain.
Why did they shoot you?
The little girl who was killed.
Another man killed her.
- You know who murdered Bianca. - I will.
I will know him.
Why are you here?
There's a demon.
A demon?
It's been on earth before.
My grandfather knew him then, and now...
now it's me.
You saw the blood aurora?
The demon brings it.
So that he can find the souls he's looking for.
No. You should stay here tonight.
If you move, you could bleed.
Yes. Yes.
Vladek. Could you--
Could you you help me?
Make me whole again?
Stop this thing in me? Hmm?
This demon? Could you?
What is this, a post-mortem?
Don't know.
He's been opened up before. Right down the middle.
It's pretty slapdash.
There was a disaster.
Uh, 1942.
Near Vukobejina.
Hmm.
A weather station.
A Sami settlement.
Everyone was killed.
Except him, I think.
- What killed them? - He did.
Anything else?
Something about regeneration.
What the fuck!
- He's not dead. - Oh my God.
Tissue regeneration.
What?
They hurt him and he healed.
The damage was reversed.
They think they discovered something...
Discovered what? What?
Tissue regeneration.
Is that real?
They could reverse tissue damage?
- When Vincent was attacked by the wasps. - Yes.
He was stung upwards of two hundred stings.
Yes. He went into anaphylaxis. Windpipe closed up.
I had to perform a tracheotomy on him.
- You saved his life. - Also...
I blew him up in a gas explosion.
- There were no eggs laid, no larvae. - No.
Nothing that matched Elena's experience or the others who all died.
He was stung. Just stung.
I think you have to consider sending Vincent away.
Away where?
To a less challenging environment.
You've ruled out parasites and pathogens.
We're familiar enough with conversion disorder.
- No. - Hysterical blindness.
Some people aren't cut out for such challenging work
in dangerous circumstances.
He almost died saving the rest of us.
And maybe that heroism was not truly in his character.
Now he pays the cost.
Mum.
You okay?
Wasn't expecting you home.
Oh, I'm so fucked.
Yeah. You look it.
Oh.
We nearly had him.
Eric thinks he shot him.
But we're not sure. He got away.
That's good.
- What are you cooking? - Luttefische.
Really?
What are you making that stuff for.
Nobody in their right minds eat Luttefische these days.
Mum...
Who's been bleeding?
Rune.
Rune must've put it in--
Yeah, he must've--
Mum. Who's this for?
I just thought I'd make some...
Ingrid!
Ingrid!
Show yourself!
Police! Now!
Ingrid! Stop this!
Stop this, please!
Was he here?
Mum! Tell me! Was he hiding here?
Look at you.
The state of you. You're exhausted.
Come inside with me, please.
The luttefische. An old recipe.
I remembered it.
Promise me?
I'd promise you anything child.
Anything. The whole world.
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
They make you see things a young woman should never...
Absolutely.
What are you do--
- Get me the security pass. - What?
- For your lab. - What?
This explodes in the air and lights up the sky
with shards of incandescent phosphorus.
You're a scientist. You know what phosphorus does.
Yes.
Imagine it exploded inside a car.
I haven't done anything to deserve such a thing.
-Is that what you tell yourself? -I don't know what you mean.
The girl you have in that glass box.
Elena Ledesma.
I killed a man for her.
No. Please.
I find my sense of smell is heightened.
Of course, right now, in this car,
the overwhelming smell is fear.
Does that surprise you?
I find I can tell the difference between pure fear
and fear tainted with guilt.
And the last thing I expected...
There is no smell of guilt.
I was in a place called Aruwamba. Ebola outbreak.
People liquefied from the inside.
We collected their body fluids.
Mopped up their remains and examined them.
I felt no guilt or shame amongst all that death
because out of it,
our work brought hope and possibility.
I stank of vomit and blood
and human excrement every night.
But never guilt.
I have to say good-bye to Elena.
Give me that.
I told you a big lie, Vincent.
I told you they were all dead. There were none left alive.
- I can hear them. - You can see them.
- No. - Yes.
We needed to bring them back to study them.
We burned them all.
I have a scientific responsibility.
It's an obligation. You know that.
Not to me.
I shouldn't have lied to you.
You were in so much trouble
and when we brought the roof down on that glacier,
lying to you seemed right.
And you think I'm lying to you now.
About my eyes.
No.
One of us is.
Are you lying when you say you love me?
Is this what it looks like. Your love.
Good-bye...
my love.
Ingrid, Petra!
Stock control in the airport souvenir shop says
this bag was sold by a franchise branch in Berlin.
Fourteenth February 10.31 a.m.
Airport security video.
February fourteenth.
Berlin flight connects at Oslo... 16.25.
Oslo flight arrives in Fortitude.
- This is disembarking. - Catches everyone.
Arrivals, misses luggage.
- Yellow holdall. - That's our man.
The barman.
Aim for the center of the body.
Not the limbs, not the head.
I know. Dan made us practice this, Eric.
Listen to me. This man killed Bianca Mankyo.
He'll kill to avoid arrest, don't doubt it.
If we have any reason at all to fear for our safety, we shoot him.
Okay.
We shoot the fucker in the face.
I know.
- Police! - Show yourself!
Tomak! Police!
You woke me up.
- You can't trust anyone here. - Can I trust you, Dan?
- Erling Munk is corrupt. - Conspiracy theory bullshit!
Someone is collecting body parts,
because they think there is a monster here.
A monster.
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