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Do you know
who brought these?

Some woman,
she didn't want to intrude.

Got some cash for me?

Nothing has come in.

I'm no piggy bank.
Your kids have to eat.

And no bullshit around him,
do you hear me?

Let her have the kid!

I can't wait to get out
and meet my little angel.

Would you like to see
a picture of my little boy?

Isn't he cute?

The only thing that matters
in this fucking life...

Your kids.

Kids, let's make a deal.

You say nothing
about tonight

and I won't tell your parents
that you were drinking.

You're no mess.

Seriously.
You're in a good place.

There's nothing about
this place that's good.

I just know what you're
going through.

I've been there myself.

She only listened to the drugs.

It's a parent's worst nightmare
to lose a child this way.

I'll make sure that the appeal to
the Ethics Committee is sped up.

You have to do better than that.

If you convince her then I'll
make sure you keep the license.

I think the defense has to be
built on self-defense

-rather than abuse.
-What?

What have you done?

Disgusting piece of shit.

You were getting money
that you considered yours.

That were promised to you.

-Yes, but I was--
-Your dad caught you.

There was a struggle.
Self-defense.

-Twenty thousand for the lot?
-It's a great deal.

It's as good as new.
Only been worn a couple of times.

-What the hell is going on?
-It went as planned.

-You're a pig? You bitch--
-Come with us.

No!
I'm doing honest business here.

We're done.
Have a nice evening.

-Come along Karla.
-I'm not Karla, I'm Carla!

This is a misunderstanding.

You'll regret this you whore!
I'll tag you online!

-Calm down now.
-Fucking morons.

-I'll sue you all!
-Get in the car.

Fucking bastards!

Fuck off!

You're gorgeous.
I would do you anytime.

I'm freaking out, I'm so nervous.

Hey, the people in the capes
are just like you.

Except their toilet paper is soft.

Won't we see each other again?

No way,
I'm not coming back here.

Now it's the halfway house,
work and saving up for beauty school.

Hey, you'll come in for a treat
when I open my beauty parlor.

-I'll spoil you to death.
-You're on!

Here.

A parting gift.

No Brynja,
not your lucky smurf?

Yes, you need it more than me.

Brynja, you need to go.
Hurry up.

-Love you, bye.
-Love you too.

Hey, I forgot.

-Nice, let me see what you wrote.
-No, not until you're free.

Otherwise it won't work.

Bye honeys. Bye.

Goodbye dear. Be good.

Bye bitch. I don't wanna
see you here again. Okay?

Thórgunnur you're awesome.
This is so much fun.

Thanks, for picking me up love.

No problem sweetie.

Hey, Vera!

Where's the baby?

-You fucking cunt.
-Piss off, Brynja.

What happened to him?

You fucked it up?

-Why didn't you do as I told you?
-What's going on?

Fuck you.

Open the fucking door!

Will you shut that damn bitch up!

-Stop it. Stop.
-Let me in!

You're not coming back in.

-I'm not leaving until you let me in!
-Go away Brynja.

Linda, help me!

Where did you leave the boy?

I've got to run sweetie.
Your mom will pick you up.

Are you okay?

Hey, life's a bitch.

She can kick you but sometimes
you just have to kick her back.

But don't tell anybody
I told you so.

Oh yeah, there's a treat
for you on the table.

Your dad and I thought
you deserved it. See you later.

Valgerdur, a quick word
on the leadership race?

What's your family's standpoint
on Linda's case?

I'll do interviews later.
Now my family needs my attention.

Aren't you afraid the Party
will leave you out in the cold?

Have you ever seen me afraid?

Isn't it strange not mentioning
your intention in our interview?

-No.
-You must have already decided.

All that talk about women having
to work harder than men?

Sorry,
where is this conversation going?

If you want an interview,
contact my campaign manager.

Have a seat here.

Mom.

When we arrived at the scene
there where signs of a severe struggle.

The weapon we found gave a clear
indication of what had happened.

The witness is referring to this
golf club found at the scene.

Forensics show that the victim's
injuries match the club.

Furthermore, the fingerprints and DNA
of the accused were found on it.

911, how can I help you?

Hello? Are you there?

Can you give me your
name and location?

He... he wouldn't stop.
He had to be stopped.

Is the person
you speak of with you?

Send an ambulance.

He is... he might be...

Fuck.

Then she comes out and
I call after her.

But I can see something
is terribly wrong.

So I go inside and I find
poor Thorvaldur covered in blood.

It was horrible.

What makes a person do something
like this? Especially a woman?

Think back to the state
of the accused.

Was she angry or upset?

Were there any signs that she was
about to hurt someone?

No, no...
But she was a little out of it.

-"Out of it"?
-Yes, under the influence.

But kids under the influence aren't
our worst customers.

They're usually exhausted
and just grateful to get home.

So nothing she said or did
indicated that she was going

inside to harm someone?

I don't really know.

She said she was popping in to
get money, to pay for the fare.

-Popping in to get money.
-Yes.

-Thank you.
-Yes

I found the accused to be responsible
for her actions and fit to stand trial.

Thank you.
No further questions.

The defense may now
question the witness.

Isn't it true that the effects of
long-term drug abuse and insomnia

can cause psychosis and in turn
exaggerated responses

to certain stimuli, in such a way
the individual is temporarily incapable of controlling
their actions?

The long-term effects of
drug abuse are diverse.

And can in some cases manifest
as you described.

Isn't it true that precise
and scientific ways to measure

awareness and judgement
simply don't exist?

The assessment is always subjective?

We use a system that takes
into account a variety of factors.

No system is definite of course
but experience shows that--

Nothing can be excluded
in these cases.

So it can't be ruled out
that the accused wasn't

at the time of the assault,
in control of her actions?

-Like I said--
-Yes or no?

-No, I can't rule it out but--
-Thank you.

Thanks honey.

Hey, you're wet.

You need to pump.

Should get one from the warden
and pills to stop the milk production.

I want my old cell,
it has a nicer view.

My head is killing me,
I need something!

What are you doing here?

Are you..?
Fuck.

I didn't do shit.

Since when is selling
used clothes online illegal?

Can you tell me that?
Didn't think so.

I don't believe this.

Where are the kids?

Mom, where are my children?

I'm not dragging the kids
into this Ragnheidur.

Ragnheidur!

Ragga, you're expected
in the interview room. Now!

Get inside Lóa...
Get in!

Both parents and the temporary
guardian now incarcerated.

Which leaves the boy in our care

until a permanent solution is found.

What do you mean?

I mean... Óskar, your son.

He was a little cold and had been
crying when he was found.

Nobody told you..?

No one knew he was in the car
when your mother was arrested.

She didn't let anyone know.

He wasn't found
until two hours later.

Who...
Who found him?

A passer-by.

Fuck.

Where the fuck are you, child?

Diljá...

What the hell happened?
Where are you?

Don't you worry about that.

Don't worry..?

Where are you?

None of your business.

Diljá Sigthórsdóttir,
I'm your mother--

Oh really?
Wow, that sound ironic.

From this fucking moment
I'm taking care of myself not you

Cut the crap!

You can't be on your own.
You're fifteen years old!

I'll have them search for you.

You will not!

I'm not going to one more foster home.
No fucking way!

Diljá... Diljá!
Fuck.

God damn it!

Hi.

Everything alright, dear?

Absolutely,
everything's pitch perfect.

I'm so looking forward
to start working tomorrow.

My friend's got this tanning salon,
it's super nice.

That's jolly good.

Well...

Now rest for the big day,
this was just a warm-up.

Let me look at you.

Are you running out of make-up?

No.

You've got be nice and pretty.
It helps.

See ya.

Okay, let's go.

Linda!

Mom.

Let's go, we don't have all--

Touch me again and I'll sue you!
I know more than you think.

This is Eyja.

Hi, I have information
you might like.

Who's this?

It involves
Valgerdur Thorvaldsdóttir.

I don't accept anonymous tips.

This will be of interest to you.

It's about a parliamentary
representative's intervention

in an alleged sexual assault and
silencing of underage drinking.

-Hey, it's quarter past.
-Well, he's not here yet.

Why don't you call him?

If people don't turn up,
its their business.

A female reporter
wanted to see you.

I told her that she needs to be
on the visitor's list,

like other guests.

-Vera.
-Go away!

-Leave me alone!
-Come out, dear.

You've been in there way to long.

Turn this fucking noise down.
I'm trying to listen.

Breki?

Please be careful.

Leave them to it.

The wheels won't leave any marks
on the carpet, will they?

No, I don't think so.

They don't agree with you?

-Hey, they're here.
-Thank you for your help.

I'll tell him.
Okay bye.

-Welcome home, Daddy darling.
-Hi, sweetie.

You opened a flower shop?

It just shows how many
care about you.

There's also a stack of
get-well-cards.

-One, from the president himself.
-Well, I'll be damned.

I forgot my glasses?

Didn't you empty the drawer?

Oh dear, silly of me.

I can't read this.
Not without my glasses.

I'll go and pick them up.

-Shouldn't I go?
-No, no.

I'll read it to you.

See who we have here.

It's the news editor at National.
I need to take it.

Read this for granddad.

Yes, hello...

No, not at all...

Hello, darling.

Hi.

Sweet of you to welcome
your granddad.

From the President.

Have you ever read
a letter from him?

Lets hear what he has to say.

Dear friend,

Warm regards and a wish
for a speedy recovery.

-Yours sincerely--
-Well,

that was generous of him.

A whole sentence
and a signature.

It's nice to see you sweetie.

Excuse me...
Wrong room.

They forgot to tell you that
he'd gone home?

I don't think we have
anything to discuss.

For years I've turned a blind eye,
but not anymore.

If I so much as see you
near my husband again,

I'll squash you like a bug!

What are you doing with this?

Why don't you shove it
up your ass!

You're so big.

You can hit me if you want.

-No.
-Yes.

Well, darling.

Someone named Ragga called.

Diljá ran away.

You have to fucking find her
before CPS figure it out.

Wow, what's going on?
You on something?

You must find her for me.
Theres no one else I can call!

Ok, calm down.

Yeah...
Yes I'm writing it down.

Okay... six, nine...

Okay... What was
the friends name again?

Sara? Okay...

The mall? Perfect, I need to go
shopping for clothes anyway.

What a mess.

You must clean up your stuff.
Lazy ass.

-Leave me alone.
-The one who shit's wipes.

How did it go today?

I've got nothing to go by.
Not sure if it went well or not.

I'm not a pro as you two. Did you go on the witness stand?

No, that's tomorrow. It was just
some cops and psychiatrist.

The "experts".
Who's your lawyer?

Ásbjörn.

Ásbjörn Sveins?

What?

Don't trust the guy.
He's a sociopath.

Doesn't do anything unless
it's in his own interest.

He was assigned to me.
Not like I had a choice.

He's your assigned attorney?
Not much in that for him.

-The government pays so poorly.
-Probably double-billing.

What do you mean?

Gets his fee
and charges your family also.

Can he do that?

Ásbjörn Sveins would sell his
grandma twice if he could.

Are you talking about the creep?

Yeah, that's right.

What?

I reported him to the
ethics committee six months ago.

They still haven't done anything.

Why did you report him?

He was the assigned attorney
in my rape case.

And then I find out he's
a cousin or a friend

of the guy I was charging.

They meet each other at family
gathering. Best buddies.

That makes him unqualified.

Exactly!
And the prick got off scot-free.

Surprise, surprise.

Can you proof it?

Most guys with rape charges
get off anyway.

Why didn't you get another attorney?

It was already over when I found out.

When I realized why
Ásbjörn was never working for me.

-See ya, Rebekka.
-Bye.

Rebekka?

Hi, my name is Eyja Marín.
I'm a reporter at The Hour.

I talked to your coach.

I'm writing an article on girls
in sports and she pointed you out.

Are you up for short chat?

-Well, I'm in a hurry.
-I can drive you.

-I'm on my scooter.
-Nice.

Isn't it awesome?

-Yeah.
-Bye. Bye.

-How often do you practice each week?
-Five times.

Wow, seems like a lot.

Thanks darling.

How do you feel?

These keep me going.

Let's talk about something
more interesting.

What's the situation?

I've got my loyal supporters
and we're working the undecided.

The tiniest bump
and that lot runs off.

But I have a good feeling.

Kolbeinn and co have started
the phone calls and its hardcore.

I've heard some pretty ugly rumors.
No punches held.

I'm not stooping to their level

but maybe it's the only way.

It's not like Kolbeinn is so
squeaky clean that he can afford

to go mud-slinging without some
of it flying back in his face.

I'm not saying you should,
but how does the saying go:

-"All is fair in love and war."
-I hate that saying.

You should take a look
at a certain property.

A penthouse apartment, very nice
one, downtown.

A modest grandeur nest.

In those two-thousand plus square feet
lives a single young woman.

How do you know this?

Do you think we only talk politics
at the golf course?

-Hey Kiddi dear.
-Hi, you're back?

Why?
Did you expect me not to?

Maybe not so soon.
I need you to give me a sample.

No problem.

I'll give one cleaner than
the Virgin fucking Mary.

-It's the midstream urine.
-I know.

Thanks for everything free spirit.
Thousand times, say yes. Linda.

Well, that went well.

For God's sake, don't speak to me
like the staff at a nursing home.

-"Shouldn't we get up."
-I didn't say it like that.

It's no fun being an invalid.

It'll be fine, darling.

-We'll get through this.
-Forgive me.

I'm just tired.

The blue tie, then?

Make it black.
The color of sorrow.

What's going on?

No press allowed
during todays testimony.

Can they do that,
in the middle of the proceedings?

Somebody pulled some strings.

You say you went to your parents'
house solely to get money?

Yes.

Speak a little louder, please.

Yes, I had...
I thought I had the right to.

I was in debt and it seemed
the only thing to do.

The only thing to do
was to rob your own father?

I knew he kept some foreign
currency and I needed money.

I thought no one was home but
then he appeared and went crazy.

He attacked me and
I feared for my life.

You claim your father attacked
you when he caught you stealing?

I wasn't stealing. They owed me.
I just needed a loan.

It was self-defense.

First you say they owed it to you
and then it's a loan. Which was it?

-Do you have this one in gloss?
-No.

-But doesn't it become me?
-Yeah.

I'll take it.

And this I'm wearing.

There.

-She's so weird.
-Yeah, totally.

Letting someone lick her face.

Hi hi.

Are kidding how bad this food is?
Bought it somewhere over there.

Whatever.

You just chilling or what?

-What school do you go to?
-Hlidar High School.

-Do you know Diljá?
-Diljá?

She is in Breidholts School,
I think.

Always dancing.
In competitions, you know.

No?
I thought maybe you were...

Well, take care of yourselves.

-She still got the tag on her pants.
-Poor thing.

-Good afternoon.
-Hi hi.

-I'm going to Audbrekka, please.
-Sure.

No wait...

Karfavogur. I don't remember the
number but I know the house.

Alright.

Just a moment.

It's almost time.

It's not easy to go through
the course of events.

It was a horror...
Wild frenzy and...

I don't blame my daughter.
I bear no resentment towards her.

Quite the opposite...

She is my child and I love her
with all my heart.

Unfortunately, it was not her
I met that day but the addiction.

That devil who mercilessly
robs us of our children.

I sincerely hope that we'll
reclaim our Linda.

That shell reclaims herself
and turn her life around again.

That is my greatest wish.

Did you act violently in any way
before she attacked you?

No. I would never lift a finger
against my daughter.

Or anyone in my family.

I would have let her kill me.

Partly, because I feel responsible.

I feel that I've failed her.

By not being able to protect her
from all this...

Bye, sweetie.

-Hello, darling. Is Sindri home?
-Just a moment.

Mom!

Sindri dear!
Mom is here.

Hello my darling.

You've grown so handsome.
Oh my god.

Mom!

How are you doing darling?

Just go inside.

You're not allowed here.

Hey,
I just want to see my boy.

I'll call the police
if you don't leave.

We don't want any trouble.

Why cant I just see him
for a minute?

You have to go, Brynja.

Come on, I'm OK.
I have a job and...

Sindri, I just want to
talk to you a bit.

-Don't do this. Don't.
-Please--

Goodbye.

Sindri, honey! Open up!

You're mine.
I'm your mother!

Mommy loves you, okay?

Hi, a nice cold pint of lager.

God, its warm.

Well, its the Queen herself.

Yes, all improved at the
government's expense.

A fill up for Oldy, my treat.

Thanks from the bottom of my heart.
May the Lord bless you, always.

Yeah, well that's his full time job.

Shit,
Ive lost my wallet.

Hey, please. Don't be a jerk.

Hey.

Thank you, Breki.

Off the wagon?

Well, it's good that some things
in life don't change.

What's up, darling,
been up there lately?

I'm already having
withdrawal symptoms.

Don't you just love Linda?
She's a diamond that one.

I wanna marry her,
I fucking love her.

Yeah, girls like her...
shouldn't be in prison.

Are you saying she's better
than the rest of us?

Is that what you're saying?

Yes.

You're something else!

It's true though. Linda is a
racing car and we're all wrecks.

Cheers to that.
Cheers I say!

-Cheers to Linda!
-To Linda.

Fucking love her.

Theres no doubt that the
accused was of sound mind

and fully aware of the
consequences of such an attack.

In light of all the evidence
presented, the prosecution

suggests the maximum penalty of
eight years for attempted murder,

without parole.

In line with section 218 the
accused is to pay all legal cost,

in addition to paying the victim
a compensation.

The prosecution rests.

The defense will now present
their closing statement.

Your honor.

The prosecution has put forward
arguments that don't hold up...

No, I want this stopped.

The accused is to remain silent!

This man is not
speaking on my behalf.

Be reminded that your lawyer--

He's not my lawyer. He's unfit.
This wasn't about fucking money.

Linda?

He forced me to keep quiet
about what actually happened.

Council is advised
to restrain his client.

This man sexually abused me.
Not once or twice but repeatedly.

Again and again, you disgusting fuck.
I was just a child!

This is no way to speak
about your father.

He's not my father anymore.
Don't you understand? He raped me.

You're insane.
Completely insane!

Thousand times, say yeah
Thousand times, say ohh

Say what it is you like
Say what it is you

You have to do better than this
if you wanna get something.