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- Where are you going? - To look for sticks.

The herd is on the way to the pen, so don't go far.

I won't.

I'm nervous about the marking.

I'm not sure I'll remember all the cuts.

You'll remember. Your reindeer mark is almost the same as Grandma's.

It's an ancient mark, inherited from your great-grandmother.

There you are! Daddy's looking for you.

You're marking your own calf today.

Remember to tell the calf you don't own it. You only have it on loan.

So, which one do you want? That brown one?

No.

I want that one.

- The white calf? - Yes.

That's a pretty one.

"Nástegállu."

- Is that the calf's name? - Yes.

First you make the nahppa cut.

Good.

Now the other side.

Then you make a gieska cut.

Make a slit down the bit that's left.

Well done, sweetie!

I don't own you. I only have you on loan.

Nástegállu!

You're spoiling her, Elsa.

She needs to grow and get strong.

If you feed her too much she won't learn to find food on her own.

This is the last time. I promise.

Hi, Lasse! Find any reindeer today?

No. They're playing hide-and-seek with me.

Christ!

And someone set fire to Rickard's fodder.

What the hell should we do?

- What are you talking about? - Nothing, little sister.

You know, a reindeer with a star on its forehead brings luck.

- What? - It brings luck.

Really?

How about sharing some of that luck with me?

I need it.

- You can have half of it. - Half? That would do.

If I've got enough days left in me, I'll be all right with that.

- Want to swap Pokémon cards at break? - No. Alice and I are doing a thing.

Can I come?

You're too... little.

What?

Hi!

One thousand five hundred and thirty-nine.

Now let's divide up 1,539

in ones, tens, hundreds and thousands.

Who wants to try?

Elsa?

Yes.

- Are you daydreaming again? - No.

- You've got to concentrate. - I'm trying to.

Who'd like to try?

Hello.

Hi.

Hi, Nástegállu.

Would you like some?

Go after him!

Shit!

Are you okay?

Jump up on the snowmobile. Let's go home.

There must be someone you can send.

Unbelievable!

When?

No. It's better I come in myself.

Bye.

They've never killed our calves before.

I bet you it's that bastard again.

Robert Isaksson?

Hey. Listen...

Did you see who did it?

You can tell me, you know.

- Why were you there on your own? - It can wait.

Want me to sleep in here tonight?

Leave the light on.

POLICE

- Do you have an appointment? - No.

Johan Dalman told me to come in and file a report.

- What's it about? - A killed reindeer.

- Right. Name, please? - Nástegállu.

I meant your name. Nils Johan, isn't it?

- Nils Johan Stuorbma. - How do you spell your surname?

Daddy, I need to pee.

Okay.

Hurry up, then.

I get that.

- It's the regulations, you know. - Is it really that complicated?

We'd like to avoid repeating what happened with Micke. That's for sure.

He had zero impulse control.

It's a goddamn bloody miracle the rest of us got home okay. Oh, yes!

Sit!

That was quick.

Are you okay?

So you skied out to the herd on your own?

Right.

What did you see when you got there?

Tell him.

My calf...

Nástegállu.

She was all bloody.

Dead.

Did you see anyone else there?

Are you sure?

Sweetie...

Tell the officer exactly what happened.

So, did you see who did it?

I'm afraid there's not much we can do without evidence.

Look at this.

How do you think it feels for a child to find her own calf like this?

It might not be easy for her to talk about.

Could the calf have hurt itself on a sharp piece of fencing?

Are you being serious? Do you think it slit its own throat?

- Well-- - Christ!

It didn't commit suicide! Get your act together!

It can't be like this each damn time we make a report!

Stuorbma! Calm down.

We'll report it stolen. That's all that can be done right now.

Daddy?

Daddy!

What did he mean by "stolen"?

Get in the car.

But...

Northern lights, northern lights Lipp-lipp-lii

Lard in your mouth, lipp-lipp-lii

Axe in your head, lipp-lipp-lii

Don't anger the northern lights, child.

The souls of the dead are wandering up there.

Is Nástegállu also in the northern lights?

Everyone who has ever lived walks with the northern lights.

Don't be sad that Nástegállu is gone.

Be happy she was here with you.

Heatta might not feed his herd next year.

Yes, I heard. But yesterday it was plus five with rain.

Today it's almost minus 20.

They can't get through the crust when it freezes like this.

Yeah, something's up with the weather. It never used to be like this.

How will our kids manage?

I just want to give them the chance to choose this life if they want it.

This thing that happened with Nástegállu... Elsa is so upset.

- Could you try to cheer her up a bit? - I can try.

I've seen how much you like being with the reindeer.

- It's hard work, though. - Yes, but I can manage.

Of course you can.

But with your small wings you can't fly as high as the crow.

I'm not a crow.

That's true. You're just a little brat!

You're sure you want to be a herder?

I'm sure. I knew it the minute I looked into Nástegállu's eyes.

Why do they kill our reindeer?

Some people are idiots.

They neither like nor understand our way of life.

- Why not? - They think we're in the way.

I want you to know...

...that you can always come to me if you want to talk.

I understand if you don't want to.

But you know...

...secrets grow bigger.

They can get very heavy to carry...

...if you don't share them with someone.

Elsa, did you bring the good lasso?

Look, there it is.

Dad, is that my unmarked calf?

- Let's see how strong you are, Elsa. - How about you help me instead, Mattias!

- Pull it closer. - Grab it!

Come here.

We'll mark it now.

Look at them!

Come and help me!

- Hi. - Hi.

- Have you seen? - What?

Show-off. He comes here, thinking he's such a great worker.

Niila?

Well, he is, isn't he?

He's got eyes for you.

Let him look.

Why don't you go out with Niila? He's such a handsome boy.

Elsa and the Reindeer King's son? As if...

I haven't slogged away all these years to have Niila Heatta be my herd master.

- I'd rather stay with Dad. - It would benefit you.

Since his dad died last year, he's got the most reindeer in the village.

Johan Heatta isn't dead.

- Is he not? - No, Grandma.

- Jon-Issát, here it comes. Grab it. - Dad, it's mine.

- Dad, help me. - It's your sister's.

- Help me, brother! - I'm coming.

Yes, grab it.

That was heavy.

- What kind of red paint did you buy? - Does it matter? Red is red.

Are you stupid?

How so?

Falu red and cottage red are very different.

They look the same to me.

Listen, film this.

Start filming. I'll just play around a bit.

Oh, fucking hell!

What do we do with it?

- The meat'll be spoiled. - Why's that?

It got too stressed.

An important thing to remember about our history is

that in the past, we weren't allowed to speak Sámi.

Imagine that.

My grandmother told me she was sent to boarding school as a kid.

Yes.

That was often the case.

The children of herders were taken from their families

and sent to boarding school where they had to learn Swedish.

Jon-Issát?

My granddad says that if his teacher heard him speak Sámi,

he'd hit him with a ruler.

Yes, it was like that. I'm sure many of you have heard similar stories.

Phones aren't allowed in school.

I know, but I've got to answer this.

Hi.

Mom, I'm in the middle of a lesson. What do you want?

Grandma has disappeared again. You must help us look for her.

...weigh job opportunities against destruction of the environment...

Grandma!

Grandma, where are you going?

To the reindeer, of course.

- Let's go home instead. - No. My sister can't manage on her own.

Let's go home and get the dog.

- Dog? Who's got a dog? - We do.

All right, let's go home and get the dog.

You've over-salted the meat.

Meat should be salty.

It makes you thirsty.

I've been thinking about what you said about the mine.

You're the oldest son.

Go if you want to, but remember that you're taking over from Nils Johan.

But why do I have to?

- It's all Elsa ever wanted-- - It won't happen.

You know that. Elsa will never be in charge.

There's no future here anyway.

The changing weather, deforestation...

How the hell are we going to survive?

I just want to be like you.

Pretty?

Up yours!

- I mean... to be free like you. - Free?

- Yeah, you're free to do anything. - You're such an idiot!

You don't have a clue, do you?

Why are you so angry?

I'm the youngest of my siblings.

I've got no reindeer of my own and have to work for your dad.

I can't vote in the village council.

I'm at the bottom of the list. I don't even have my own reindeer mark.

- They've taken your mark? - Yes!

I don't feel like a Sámi without my reindeer mark.

Damn...

Then when I work in the mine, I get called a Judas at home.

But I had to go.

And you sit here, talking about freedom...

You're clueless!

You've no idea how good you've got it here.

When I'm in Kiruna this is the place I miss the most. All the time.

Yeah.

It's a beautiful place.

No people anywhere.

Very peaceful.

Hello?

I heard shots near Heargebuolža. Get over here!

Shit... I'm on my way.

Shit!

The bastard's struck again.

Ears cut off, of course.

Of course.

- I think it's my reindeer. - Fucking thief!

I'm sure it's that greedy bastard again. Let's follow the snowmobile tracks.

- Let's check it out. - Shouldn't we call the police?

They won't do anything without evidence. This is our chance to nail the bastard.

Look...

Blood.

He's dragged the carcasses here.

Call the police.

They need to see this and investigate.

Should we just go home?

- That only took them two hours. - They're in no rush.

- Hi there, Stuorbma. - Hi.

Another stolen reindeer?

Yes. There's a trail of blood from where they were slaughtered up to here.

Where?

He's used a snow blower and plough to remove the trail.

But there's blood in front of the barn door.

You need to go in and check.

Here he is now.

We've got him this time.

Hi there.

I'm here for work, so...

Do you really think he'll get nailed?

- What's the problem? - The reindeer... There's blood.

They're friends.

- Those damn-- - Let's have a look.

What the fuck!

- What's going on? - We're taking a look at the blood.

This is private property.

- As you might be aware. - We just followed the blood.

I shot a hare this morning. That'll be it.

That's still allowed, isn't it?

Could we take a look in the barn?

Yes, but don't you need a warrant for that?

That's correct. And we don't have one.

No...

You don't.

I don't mind talking to you, but the Lapps need to shove off.

- Don't use that word, please. - What? Lapps?

For God's sake, man!

You can go home. We'll deal with this.

Yeah, sure.

I should report you two for trespassing.

I've not worked here long, but I've heard about the stolen reindeer.

Yeah, it's a big problem.

If you ask me,

it's the Sámis themselves shooting them.

- Why would they? - They're always fighting each other.

And they want compensation from the government.

They have to ID the animals to get that, but the ears get cut off, so they can't.

- You know that. - Well, yes, maybe you're right.

Everyone knows reindeer herding isn't profitable,

despite all the subsidies.

Worst of all, they think they own everything.

You can't even fish any more in case you disturb their reindeer.

- The reindeer are an issue. - Always have been. Same for my dad.

And the snowmobile ban... Am I to wait until summer to drive it?

It makes me so bloody angry.

My old man worked all his life, got nothing for free.

I don't know. It's unfair, that's for sure.

Life's unfair and then you die.

Yes.

- Where did the blood outside come from? - I told you. I shot a hare this morning.

Where is this hare?

Could you take off your shoes at least?

It's all my fault.

Your fault?

If I'd said something back then, none of this would have happened.

What... What do you mean?

Robert killed Nástegállu.

We always suspected as much.

That it was him that did it.

But Dad didn't want to put pressure on you after what happened at the police station.

Did he threaten you?

I should've told you ages ago.

Every murdered reindeer is because of me.

But I didn't dare speak up.

There's only one guilty person, and it's that bastard.

Not you.

I want you to know that.

What's this?

Evidence.

What more do you need to pull your finger out?

Aren't you ashamed of yourselves?

She drives like a lunatic!

We were fine, though.

Hi, Olle.

I heard Elsa went to the police yesterday.

- Where'd you hear that? - People talk.

Elsa followed a trail of blood to Isaksson's barn.

The police did nothing.

You know one of our reindeer was shot last week.

But it's better for everyone if you or I talk to the police.

Why?

Whatever we think about what the police are doing,

we have to keep the dialogue going if we are to stop these killings.

You can't storm into the station and provoke them like that.

I didn't provoke anyone. I handed in evidence.

The police haven't done a damn thing to help us.

Are we meant to stay quiet and look the other way?

At least Elsa is doing something.

We don't want to fight over this. Do we, Nils Johan?

You know we have an important meeting tomorrow.

If this carries on, we risk turning everyone against us.

That's true.

Right... You're on his side now?

Olle is the Sámi village spokesman.

Then speak! Make something happen!

Let us who've been elected do our jobs.

I didn't vote for anyone.

You don't listen to me because I'm a woman.

Elsa, stop it.

There's a lot of talk about cooperation,

but how can we cooperate when we know the fallout of mining?

It'll cut off our pastures in two,

and cut the migration paths of our herds.

How are we supposed to move between summer and winter pastures?

- There'll be an opencast mine in the way. - Take the bus.

And there are good pastures where they want to put the mine.

It's one of the few places where there's still beard lichen.

Another thing...

All the new roads, where will they go?

Enough! We can't drive our snowmobiles, because it disturbs your reindeer.

We can't fish. We can't hunt.

We could gain 250 new jobs and save the whole parish,

but it's no to that as well!

We've got a great school in the village that we all want to keep going.

An ice-skating rink, nursery...

Who'll pay for them, if people can't continue living here, work and pay tax?

Olle, I've got nothing against your reindeer.

You know that. But...

I've been unemployed since last summer.

Our Sofia is sickly, and we have our little boy.

Yes, I'm well aware of your difficulties, and I'm truly sorry for you.

But what will we live on if all our animals die?

We need these jobs now, not later. The solution has to work for everyone--

Do we just lie down and die?

Our reindeer can't graze in a mine.

The only solution is for us herders to move.

- That's not what I'm saying. - So, what are you saying?

Elsa, sit down.

Why don't you just kill all our reindeer?

Then you'll be rid of us. It's what you've been doing for 20 years.

At least.

You've murdered and tortured our animals. You've even filmed it!

Then you moan about our compensation.

Every single one of you knows exactly who are doing this.

What the hell are you saying? Huh?

Are you accusing us? Us? Of killing your damn reindeer?

You're killing them yourselves!

As soon as you can, you let them out of their pens.

They run around, out on the roads where they get run over.

You've got to keep tabs on them!

- So, are you trying to start a war? - Have you lost your mind?

- I'm telling it like it is. - You turned the village against us.

Teach your daughter some sense! Bloody hell!

- Hi. How did it go? - Hi.

Ask your daughter.

- What happened? - He's just in a mood.

- They'll be nice boots, Grandma. - So they will.

You'll always be all right. Yes. I'm sure of it.

I remember how upset you were when they killed your calf.

We were feeding the reindeer when your dad said, "Elsa is so sad."

He said that?

I knew already then that you wouldn't have any of it,

that you wouldn't tolerate their shit.

Damn, I needed that!

Do you know...

I always thought you'd leave.

Okay...

But you mustn't tell anyone.

I really am thinking of leaving.

At least for a while.

Maybe apply to university.

Get an education.

Something to improve our situation and give me some strength.

Power.

Elsa, go.

You're young.

Go and make yourself a life with a bright future.

We both know the future of reindeer herding is uncertain.

We can't give up, Lasse.

Smile!

I am smiling.

Delete it!

- You can't save that. - Oh, yes.

- I'm saving it. - Don't.

Grandma says the souls of our ancestors are wandering up there.

Yes, the old ones know.

There's about to be a blast.

- What? - There's a blast coming.

That gave you a scare.

I just hope there weren't any people there.

The mine swallows everything.

It's like sawing off the branch you're sitting on.

So jump to a different branch.

There are not many branches left.

Mattias!

What the hell, Mattias?

Come here.

What are you doing?

You're like a big baby sometimes!

How are you?

What?

What the...

Seriously.

- How are you? - Fine.

Tell me.

I'm so fucking angry with that bastard.

There's blood all the way to his barn, and they don't do shit!

Neither does Dad.

He just looks the other way.

As if nothing happened.

Don't you see, little sister? Soon we'll have no reindeer.

We should kill the bastard ourselves.

We're gathered here to say farewell...

to a brother... an uncle...

- What does she mean? - ...and a good friend.

Now we don't know where he'll end up. Probably in hell.

Grandma, we shouldn't talk in church.

Lasse was born in Čalmmejávri...

in 1988.

He knew early on in life that he wanted to be a reindeer herder.

He lived with his sister Hanna...

- I have to go to the toilet. - ...and her husband Olle.

It's not appropriate to go now.

It might be difficult to understand

why Lasse chose to leave us.

Lasse meant a lot to you all.

And you will always remember him.

Ashes to ashes...

Dust to dust...

I'm staying here a while. I'll be home later.

Take care now!

Hey!

I'm sorry for your loss.

Lasse was a really good guy.

We played ice hockey together as kids.

We met sometimes when we were out fishing.

I thought about his mother, who...

Listen...

I'm warning you.

Stop killing our reindeer.

You'd better shut up.

- I've only just started talking. - Is that so?

- Hey. - Hi there.

Look who's coming.

Look.

Silver.

Look at that brooch!

Let her take a photo, but charge her for it.

500 kronor for a photo with a real Sámi.

And I'm joiking my sister...

Get off the stage, you drunk!

- Why are you so angry? - It's embarrassing. Go and sit down.

- Hi, Elsa. - Hi.

- Hey! - Hello!

And I'm joiking my sister...

Hello.

Hello. Someone's placed reindeer heads by the road.

- You have to get down here! - What? Seriously?

Yes. There are a lot of people here. Police and reporters. Hurry!

Where are you?

Oh, my God!

What sick person would do this?

Someone who doesn't like Sámis in their town.

I'm Lovisa Eriksson from Expressen. Who do you think did this?

It could be the Sámis themselves.

Why would the Sámis kill their own reindeer?

- I'm going to say something. - Don't.

- They get compensation. - I've got to.

- You know what my dad said. - I don't care!

I can tell you why they're killing our reindeer.

- So, tell me. - They kill them because they hate us.

They want to hit us where it hurts the most.

In our village, they've been shooting reindeer for at least 20 years.

The police do nothing.

We've reported over 100 killings to the police.

- Why don't they act? - A lot of people want us gone.

We've agreed that I handle all contact with the media in this village.

"HATE CRIMES AGAINST THE SÁMI"

But we don't have any contact with the media.

How else will people hear about what's going on?

You know, since this was published,

I've already received three death threats.

That's what happens when you talk to the media.

So it's my fault?

You must understand that your aggressive behavior puts us all in danger.

It's not good, Elsa.

I've talked to the board of the village council.

We've come to the decision that it's best for everyone if Elsa...

- Dad! - ...doesn't come to any more meetings.

- You're throwing me out? - You can't do that.

- It's been decided. - When?

Have you got nothing better to do than make stupid decisions?

Why don't you tend to your reindeer instead?

Shit.

ANONYMOUS: FUCKING LAPP HO

YOU DISGUSTING BITCH - LAPP WHORE

INBRED LAP SLUT

Let me go, dammit!

- What is this? - He started it.

- You're lying! - It's always the Lapps who start!

Jon-Issát!

We're going inside to talk about this.

Let go! The scumbag Lapp started it!

Jon-Issát, what's got into you?

It's all your fault!

Everything's got worse since you were in the paper!

I don't want you to be our teacher anymore!

Elsa, go. You're young.

Go and make yourself a life with a bright future.

We both know the future of reindeer herding is uncertain.

The Mining Inspectorate has given the company Venture Mining clearance

to test-drill for iron ore in Nunasvaara, Njunesvárri municipality.

You know, yesterday when I got home,

Grandma was walking around outside, with no shoes on.

We can't take care of her any more.

It will be devastating for our reindeer herding.

We intend to appeal the decision.

We're all agreed on that.

It's unfortunate that this matter is dragging on.

We fully respect the right of the Sámis to have their say,

but sadly, some are always against us.

He makes it sound like we're just troublemakers.

...a number of village schools in northern Sweden will be closed down,

due to economic and demographic challenges.

Many locals are worried...

We've got to make a decision.

...education for children,

and giving young families a chance to stay on in sparsely populated areas.

I called. They have a room available.

It's that way.

- Are you ready? - Have you told Elsa?

- She's not coming. - Of course she is.

Hurry up! What are you doing?

Maybe it's best if you stay at home.

Why?

Is this where the new mines are going to be?

Yes, and over here at Átnjevárri, they're going to...

Hello.

I'm sorry, Nils Johan, but Elsa isn't welcome here.

- You're joking, Johan? - No.

You all know my fodder was burnt last night?

- That's the way it is. - Seriously, Olle?

The decision was unanimous.

It was not unanimous.

The other day, when Jon-Issát came home from school,

he said he'd been in a fight. He was so upset.

You're the one causing all the talk around here.

Children hear what the adults talk about. It affects them.

So we shouldn't teach our children to stand up for what's right?

You've stood up long enough. There's the door. Now leave.

We don't want to be here anyway.

Lasse was right.

They're a bunch of morons.

Idiots!

- Did you find the herd? - Yes.

About ten of them, at Vuoskoduottar.

Do you ever think of Lasse?

- Did he say anything to you? - No. Did he say anything to you?

I think he felt he didn't belong anywhere.

You're beginning to sound like a priest.

I'm fed up with looking at your grumpy face every day.

Then shut your eyes! No one asked you to stare at me.

You're just feeling sorry for yourself.

You need to stop it.

Bloody losers!

Leave it.

- Don't go over there. - I thought you liked kicking off.

- You know there's a snowmobile ban. - No.

I haven't heard anything about that.

This is the problem with you Lapps.

- You just won't share. - We're not bothering anyone.

- You're bothering our reindeer. - Reindeer?

What reindeer? Where are they?

Your snowmobiles don't seem to bother them.

And we've got as much right to be here as you.

- You bloody well don't. Not today. - Who says?

I do, and the law. These are our pastures and there's a snowmobile ban.

No way.

- Let's go. - You know what, Lappie...

I've been fishing here since I was a kid. And my dad with his dad.

- And now a Stuorbma is telling me-- - Mattias, don't!

- You gonna shoot me over a char? - No.

Maybe over a few reindeer.

Okay.

Okay. Nice and easy now.

You fucking idiot!

Don't go waving this around. Accidents happen easily.

We'll remove the stitches next week.

How are you? Apart from the sore head?

It hurts in here sometimes.

Are you getting enough sleep?

Not really.

There's...

...someone killing our reindeer. Shooting them, and that.

Yes, I...

I read about it in the paper.

It's awful.

I can put you on sick leave so that you can rest for a while.

- I could refer you to a psychologist. - No, thanks.

- We've got to report the assault. - Forget it.

NORRSKENET HEALTH CENTER

You've got a doctor's certificate

and I can give evidence of what happened.

He's friends with Martinsson and the other cops.

It'll be like the reindeer killings. They won't lift a finger.

Don't tell Mom and Dad.

SANKS - NATIONAL SÁMI CENTER FOR MENTAL HEALTH AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE

- Can you help? - Ask Elsa.

Mom, you're going away for one night.

- Will you enjoy it? - Have you finished packing?

I haven't been to a spa in years.

Thanks.

- What's happened to you? - It's nothing.

- I fell off my snowmobile. - You have to be more careful.

When will you two be back?

I don't know. Probably tomorrow.

Don't forget to check the northwest side.

Okay. Take care.

He drives like a maniac. I'm worried he'll have an accident.

What the hell...

Hey, Cugo. Come here.

Come.

Emergency Services, what is--

Help me! There's a man in my house.

He's got a gun.

- What's your address? - 24 Salmasjärvi.

- Are you sure the man is armed? - He's here. I've got to hang up.

We need to have a chat.

SEMI-SKIMMED MILK

We've never had it out, me and you.

Maybe that's my fault.

We should've done it ages ago.

Don't you think?

Why are you so scared? Come up here instead!

Okay. Whatever...

You weren't meant to see that thing back then.

Why were you even there?

All alone.

I couldn't have known you were there!

Huh?

You know, I didn't like your tone the last time we met.

It's as if you'd forgotten

that we had an agreement about what could happen.

If you started blabbing.

You know, it doesn't suit you.

I'm telling you for your own sake.

I've called the police!

They're on their way!

They'll be here soon!

A visit, at this hour?

Kind of late to be ploughing.

Yeah. I work in the daytime, you know.

Where have you been this evening?

At home...

...ploughing.

- Can anyone confirm that? - Yeah. God.

Cut it out!

An individual says you were in her house, making death threats.

Death threats? Do you think I look like a murderer?

- Are you drunk, Robert? - So what? A bit perhaps.

- It's still allowed, isn't it? - You'll be taking a DNA test tomorrow.

I haven't done anything. Have a look inside!

Open your gun cabinet.

Open it.

Shut up, Cosmo!

Bloody hell, Cosmo!

You seem stressed.

You're stressing the dog out! I can't control it!

Take off your shoes at least!

- No, he didn't. - So, when...

When did you last use this?

Maybe four or five--

I don't know.

- You don't know? - I'm not sure.

If it is who I think it is, I'll report her for defamation.

- I'm telling you-- - Don't be stupid, Robert.

I damn well will! It's a fucking witch-hunt!

- I'll report it here and now. - No, you won't.

Defamation.

- Seriously? - Yes. It's bloody serious!

What's taking them so long?

Maybe they've taken him in for questioning.

I hope so. I don't dare sleep at home while that madman's on the loose.

I understand. And you can stay here for as long as you like.

Definitely.

I don't get it.

You're the only one standing up for us,

but you get all the flak.

I'm ashamed of my father.

Right? The way he has treated you.

- It's not your fault. - Do you hear that?

Can you get that?

- Hello. Can I come in? - Sure, come in.

- Is Elsa here? - Yeah. Elsa!

Hi.

Your dad said you're spending the night here.

Unless you've brought him in.

We've talked to Robert and your neighbors.

- But we haven't found anything. - What?

His boots don't match the prints outside your window. And no one's seen anything.

So he's getting away with making death threats?

Come here.

You've reached Mattias. Leave a message.

Where are you?

Robert must have slaughtered the reindeer he shot.

I'm going to look for evidence.

It's the only way to put a stop to this.

What the hell...

Got you, bloody thief!

I'M SORRY

Shit.

What the hell?

Help me! My leg's broken!

Does shooting a swine count as stealing?

- Fucking hurry up and help me! - Admit to all the reindeer you've killed!

And to making death threats against me.

Go to hell, you fucking Lapp whore!

The ice is breaking!

It's breaking! Help me!

The ice is breaking!

Help!

Help me!

Help!

Help me!

Help me, dammit!

Grab hold of this!

Elsa!

Get away from there!

Elsa!

What are you doing on the weak ice?

The ice didn't hold!

What the hell do we do?

- We need to call the police. - They'll think I killed him!

It was an accident. I saw what happened.

Where the hell have you been? I've called you a thousand times!

He could have killed me!

What were you going to do?

Answer me!

Are you out of your mind?

Idiot!

How could you?

I haven't done anything.

I'm sorry.

Hello.

Hello, Elsa.

Interview with Elsa Stuorbma, May 2, 2023.

Okay, Elsa,

we're very curious to hear what you have to tell us.

Well, I...

I saw Robert Isaksson drown today.

I've always known it was him.

Now pull!

Ever since he killed Nástegállu.

The police have caught a criminal gang in Salmasjärvi

who have been practicing animal cruelty, poaching and unlawful slaughter.

The findings were made in the barn of a man who had drowned in the river.

This is the result of a thorough investigation

that's been underway for some time.

"A thorough investigation..."

Local herders can now see that we take the stolen reindeer seriously.

The poor little calf froze to death.

You need to talk to someone.

It's nearly June and there's still so much snow.

A psychologist.

Someone who'll understand.

Listen... Don't worry about anything.

We'll look after things till you're back.

You'll be okay.

- Drive safely. - Yes. I'll be back tomorrow.

Want me to show you how to hold it?

It's easier if you hold it with an open hand.

Lasse taught me that.

Do you want to know a secret?

You're the first one I'm showing it to.

It's Nástegállu's.

Why have you kept it?

I think that...

...for as long as you think of those who have died...

...they stay by our side.

Nástegállu gave me the strength to go on fighting.

Now you know my secret.

- I'm getting my own calf today. - You are?

Remember this...

You don't own it.

You only have it on loan.

Look! What a nice cut. That's how it's done.

Subtitle translation by: Kajsa von Hofsten