All language subtitles for Trapped (2015) - 2x05 - Episode 5.EN

Yesterday, I was
arrested by patriots.

Remember their name:

Hammer of Thor.

Your fingerprints are on this
pistol and Finnur's blood.

It seems your dad was
at odds with all his siblings.

Not Elin, even though
she's married to that bastard.

Then there's Dad's brother, Oli,

who happens to be married
to my mother.

Why would he want
to hurt your sister?

Gisli!

She told me he felt
she owed him something.

Do you know what
that could be? -No.

What have you gotten
yourself into, my boy.

Did you kill Finnur Grimsson?

You have to see this.

Finnur was killed between
eleven pm and one am.

This was filmed between
half ten pm and two am.

So the brothers have an alibi.

Which means the murderer
tried to frame them.

And we're back to square one.

No to heavy industry...!

I must be allowed my opinions.

This aluminium smelter will be
an ecological disaster.

I am the police chief!

Don't you realise that you stink
like a weed factory.

- Are you going to help me?
- I just need to finish this text.

Are you going to stare at
your phone all day?

You've heard about this guy,
haven't you?

He's from the same family

as the one in the far end
of the cemetary.

Must have been
his great-grandfather.

Or rather his
great-great-grandfather.

They say he was bad blood.

So he bares the mark of his kin
and contaminates the soil.

Not literally.

Morning, vicar.

- How's it going?
- Fast and smooth.

- What a sad case.
- Yes.

This is a family
with a tragic history.

- Really?
- Yes, the dad...

- Gisli's father?
- And his siblings.

He disappeared many years ago.

How so? -He just left
and never came back.

Gisli and Halla
were in their teens.

And Elin just a little girl.

He simply vanished.
The body was never found.

Dear me.

They've certainly
been through a lot.

- Are we expecting good attendance?
- Far too many people.

Keep up the good work.

We're expecting the press
to be there

and if there are any members left
of Hammer of Thor.

Don't you think they'll show up?

I don't think the nationalists are
connected to this.

I think the killer is enjoying
seeing us chase after them.

I think the killer is a local and
that he will attend the funeral.

Well...

It's possible.

Hi. -Hi.

- Hi, Elin.
- Hi.

Thanks for coming by.

Hi, Aron.

Shall we take a walk, Aron?

- Would you like some coffee?
- Yes, please.

- That's a nice one.
- Yeah.

- Is it yours?
- No, it's Dad's.

But he let me use it.

- So it was almost yours.
- You could say that.

- It must have cost a lot.
- I suppose.

- Is it new?
- Two years old or so.

Nice.

You're back at square one? -No!

Torfi's case delayed us

but we have some leads.

We're changing our angle now

and that's why
we wanted to talk to you.

To get a better
overall view of Finnur.

- What do you want to know?
- Finnur wasn't a local, was he?

No, he was from the West fjords.
From a family of fishermen.

But he got seasick very easily.

He didn't have many friends,
did he?

People found him rude sometimes
but I just thought he was funny.

How did he get on with
the workers at the plant?

He didn't really like it there.

Why?

It's not easy to manage
a group of men

who have nothing to do but work.

I think he was actually pleased
to have that sick leave.

- What sick leave?
- He broke his arm.

He tripped and fell and had
his arm in a sling for a month.

- He couldn't work.
- When was this?

About six months ago.

- He just fell?
- Yes.

He just fell.

Are you attending your
uncle's funeral? -I guess so.

Isn't it weird; the whole town
showing up at a funeral

of a guy who set himself on fire
and tried to kill his sister?

An then it's my dad,
a guy nobody liked,

killed by someone
you'll probably never catch.

We will catch his killer.

I'll bet no one shows up
at Dad's funeral.

- Finnur had a fleet of cars.
- Yes?

The boy has this one,
the wife another

- and Finnur had the third one.
- We can check that out.

- What did the doctor say?
- She clearly remembered this.

She was certain it was
not an accident.

Two broken bones
and a torn muscle.

She wanted him to call the police
but he flatly denied.

Someone from the plant
brought him.

Maybe Hjortur did.

- Let's talk to him.
- See you.

- Everything should be alright.
- Thanks.

Don't worry about me.

Is this your son? -Yes, he lives
with his father down south.

- How old is he?
- Nineteen.

He'll finish his A-levels
next spring.

- Will he be joining you here?
- No, he has other plans.

Actually, I told him not to come.

- So you're here all by yourself?
- I've gotten used to that.

Some coffee? -No, I have to
pick up the minister.

- Is Halla coming?
- Yes, for the funeral.

She's one tough lady.

Maybe I'll have a cup.

- Which paint brush do you want?
- Just the small one.

- You're settling in nicely.
- Slowly but surely.

It'll be ready before
the baby comes.

What can I do for you?

Finnur Grimsson broke his arm
at work, six months ago. -Yes.

It was you who took him
to the hospital, right?

- What happened?
- He didn't just fall, did he?

I didn't witness this myself.

Finnur had been screaming
at a foreign worker.

Calling him names.

Vikingur said that Finnur
was a racist. -Yes.

And a bloody homophobe.

Vikingur butted in
and told him to shut up.

Finnur didn't like it and started
talking about an incident

from when Vikingur was a teenager,
to humiliate him.

What incident?

He found Vikingur with a guy
in his dad's barn.

He talked about that in front
of all those guys

who are not from the most
liberal places on earth.

I would have broken his arm.

I know you dread this.

I don't.

I just don't want to meet
all these fucking people.

They have a right
to be there. -Why?

Because they drove
the man to the grave?

It's not about all these people.
It's not about your mother.

Just try to think about
your father

and your memories of him.

Can you do that?

You look very handsome.

There she comes.

Halla. -I'm burnt,
not paralysed.

How's Hafdis doing?

She's standing strong.
I drove her home today.

A new career?
A chauffeur?

Yes, it's always been
my calling!

I realize the police must try
to prevent protests at the funeral.

But please lie low and don't
have your men bear weapons.

Thanks.

Halla speaking.

Hello, Halla.
This is Elin... your sister.

Hello, dear.

I've been meaning to call you.

My deepest condolences
on Finnur's death. -Thanks.

I think we should
sit down and talk.

Aren't you staying a while?

That would be nice.

I'm just not sure
if I have the time.

Are you in a rush?

Stopping just so the press sees
you attend your brother's funeral?

Don't talk like that.
What do you think I am?

You've always known
how to grab opportunities.

Just think what you like.
See you in a bit.

Nothing ever changes
in this valley.

When was the last time
you were here?

A long time ago.

Half the town
will attend the funeral.

- The press as well.
- Yes.

I'll be like a fly on the wall.

Maybe more like a bear...
on the wall!

A grizzly bear on the wall.

Halla, can I get a picture?

You're not going
to make a scene.

Ketill.

Gisli was my friend.

Welcome.

Good to see all of you here.

I thought long and hard
about what to say today

and discussed it
with Gisli's family.

We all know how Gisli died.

It's a great personal tragedy.

But perhaps

his death can in some way

heal the wounds
in our community.

I must specifically mention
the Christian forgiveness

we witness here today.

If I can speak from the heart

it gives me great sense of hope.

Would you like to say something,
Halla? -Yes.

Please... go ahead.

I wasn't going to speak.

And to be honest
I wasn't sure this morning

if I'd come here at all.
All things considered.

I'll never know why

Gisli focused all his anger
and pain on me.

But it doesn't really matter.
He was my brother.

My twin brother.

And I loved him.

Even though we didn't
see each other for a long time

he was always with me.
And still is.

It wasn't forgiveness
that brought me here.

I don't know if I'll ever
forgive him.

And I don't have to.

He doesn't need my forgiveness.

I just wish with all my heart

that he finds peace now.

Rest in peace, dear brother.

- No protesters?
- No, none.

I'd like to look into
Finnur's car business.

- Is that alright?
- By all means.

Shall we go together?

If you don't attend the wake
it will be the talk of the town.

Is that what you think?

I think people will only
talk about Halla.

She made sure.

- Please, Vikingur.
- I'm here for my dad.

I don't owe these fuckers
anything.

Do it for my mum.

We'll wait outside.

Finnur... too bad I remember
very little about it.

It's not that long ago.
A golden Ford Mondeo.

Right, a two year old car.

- Did you fix a car loan?
- Yes, I'm sure we did.

Can I see the contract?

You know, we just changed our
computer system

and it's a total hazard
accessing old files.

There was no loan.

- What do you mean?
- You don't have to lie.

I just want to know how he
paid for it. I'm not from the IRS.

- All right. He paid cash.
- How much?

2,8 million krona on the table.

You give good discount for that.

Thanks.

My condolences.

Hello.

Hello.

How is Sk�li doing?

He's recovering but they
don't have a diagnosis.

- No?
- It's strange.

There was no contract,
he paid with cash.

And what's more, the car
is registered in the kid's name.

Aron? -Yes, and he
probably doesn't know it.

Thanks, Asgeir.

Elin.

Did you know Finnur paid for
Aron's car in cash?

No. Does that have to do
with the murder? -It might.

May I remind you that you
are at our brother's funeral.

- Show some respect.
- It's all right.

Oh, my dear.

I didn't invite you here
to pity me. Coffee?

Yes, please.

I hope the racists haven't
messed up your conviction

about the aluminium factory.

I know it was you
who photographed the graffiti.

- There was no one else.
- Oh?

Don't worry. I'll finish
this term, then go back south

and be out of your way.

Until then, it would help
if you played along.

I appreciate your honesty.

- What are you doing?
- Leave me alone.

This is totally inappropriate.

Don't you tell me how to behave
at my dad's funeral.

Come talk to us.

He seems to have issues
with his uncle -Right.

He doesn't like them
taking everything over.

How so?

It's not like he could have
organized anything himself.

He didn't talk to the vicar
and almost didn't come.

My mum had to find him a suit.

Sad to see him drinking again.

He's been sober for over a year.

You are such hypocrites.

I'm grieving for my dad
while you are role playing.

We are all grieving, Vikingur.

Are you now?

You're so fucking noble.

Christian forgiveness.
Wasn't that the name of the play?

Why don't you just let
the cameramen in, Halla?

I've met you once before
and you dare come here

and act as we're dealing
with the same loss.

Where have you been
for the last twenty years?

Did you suddenly decide
to strengthen the family ties?

You act like this
is all about you, don't you?

And poor Elin.

She's burying her husband
in a few days and then what?

Will we have a new play
with the same faces

pretending Finnur wasn't
the piece of shit he really was?

I know he's your dad, Aron
but that's how it is.

Isn't this enough, Vikingur.

Uncle Oli.

The man who used the first chance
he got to fuck his brother's wife.

Everyone in here knows
what kind of a man you are

so I advise you
to shut the fuck up.

Please. This is neither
the time nor the place.

Haven't you cried enough today?

I must applaud your
performance in the church.

For one moment Mum almost
convinced me

that she was sorry.

But then I thought...

What if you and Oli had
had a child together.

Would she have been
my half sister and my cousin?

Can we call that anything
but disgusting?

Luckily you two have no children.

You have no children.

You decided that
when you left Dad and me.

You couldn't even
do that properly.

You walked two hundred metres
to the next farm.

You couldn't even show us
the decency

to clear off across
the district limits.

- You don't know everything.
- I know you didn't want me!

Why don't you admit it
in front of everyone here.

Did you ever realize
how unbearable it was for me?

You left me with a man
who could barely manage himself.

I was only a child!

So don't you dare try and
convince me that you're sorry.

Make sure to write this
in your report.

Vikingur.

You're in no condition
to drive, Vikingur!

We're leaving, Thorhildur.
Get your coat.

- Are you coming with us?
- No, I'll go with Bardur.

- See you.
- Yes.

Thorhildur...

I also think this sucks.

We have to be able to talk.

I could have driven. It's not
like I've been drinking. -No.

And I'm not stoned,
If that's what you think.

Congratulations.

- What do you mean?
- Isn't that a once a year event?

You're twenty years older than me
and yet I feel like I'm your mum.

Don't start that again.

This can't go on.

What?

What can't go on?

I think we're through.

Are you alright?

Asgeir is going to let Bardur
stay with him for awhile.

I see.

It's over for us.

It's good that you came.

I'm glad I did.

But I can't stay
for Finnur's funeral.

That's all right.
I didn't expect you would.

I want you to know...

that what you said in
the church touched me.

Thank you, dear.

It's strange to be here again.

This spectacle with Vikingur
really shocked me.

He's always been confused
and prone to drinking.

But there was some truth
in what he said.

Wasn't there?

Are you also mad at me
for staying away all this time?

I think we have to discuss
what happened.

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

About Gisli?

Yes.

Just what you read
in the papers.

He just attacked me.
That's all I know.

I mean what...

I mean what happened
when we were children.

I mean what happened
when I was little.

What are you talking about?

You know that.

No.

I remember everything.

What is it you think
you remember?

I saw you.

I know what you did.

It's all right.

It's all right.