An exchange would be made in return for information.
What do you have to give that I could possibly want?
Oslo have made Markus... - He's our new governor.
Are you all happy letting the town drunk just wander around shooting a hunting rifle?
He is not the town drunk!
Hey, man. I got you, huh? Whoa!
You're in good hands.
My husband has done this before.
Do you want me, Boyd?
The parasites, the wasps, the larvae, they're dead and gone.
A single specimen was preserved in cryogenic suspension.
I can't believe this.
They didn't get on a plane, they're still here.
Lars? - Morning, Mr Ulvinaune.
♪ The river did come to me ♪
♪ Straight into my arms ♪
♪ I tried to caress it ♪
♪ But it ran through my fingers ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
♪ Water will keep running ♪
♪ Rivers will turn ♪
There.
Out there. See 50 metres below the escarpment?
Yeah. Yeah, it's a rotor blade. - From a helicopter.
Uh-huh. - That's it.
Every last thing you need, baby.
Ugh.
Look, the reason Khatri's body isn't in the wreckage
is because Spindoe did what I told her to do.
Which was to throw her body a thousand feet over the glacier.
Oh, yeah, so where's the files, huh?
Somebody's been here recently, been into the wreckage.
Now whoever it was took all the files, took all the hard drives.
All of Khatri's research. - Who?
Baby, I don't know who.
Well, we lost it, Boyd.
We lost it. All her work - everything. We lost it.
Look, they had their orders.
Get rid of Khatri and bring the files to you.
They had their orders, Elsa.
Khatri was in the chopper when they left Fortitude. That I know and...
What's that?
Detective Sergeant Oby left his laptop in the office.
What are you reading?
His report into the death of Governor Munk. It's not finished, obviously.
Obviously.
Cos they still need to speak to Lars.
But Lars has left town.
When you found me in the car crash...
When I woke up, and I was hanging out of the wreckage
and you were holding my head, up on the hill...
What?
I thought you were gonna kill me, Dan.
I wondered that myself.
But instead you set me free.
Hey. - Hey.
I got you this. - Ah.
You look terrible. What's the matter?
The matter?
Yeah, why does everybody look like
they want to kill themselves all the time just now?
Natalie actually does.
Does what?
Want to kill herself.
Ever since her eyes went, she... doesn't think she can continue.
Poor, poor Natalie. I should...
go and visit her.
You can't. - Why not?
Because she's gone. - Gone?
Yeah, her dad came and bundled her up and took her away.
That is the last we'll ever see of Natalie Yelburton.
You must be very sad. - Not as sad as you might expect.
Bit of a relief, actually, in some ways.
Really?
We should get another in.
I was in New York when Bill recorded this.
We shared a dealer.
I know.
Cutaneous lesions look like Kaposi sarcoma.
Macular, I think.
There's a word.
Means stain.
Immaculate conception meant without stain.
Something in Larry turns out to be incompatible.
I saw a donor.
I think nobody will be surprised he didn't show up one day.
Somebody stinks of drink.
You talking to me or the wasp? - Is the wasp drunk?
The wasp is parasitic, not paralytic.
I may have had a drink.
Do you think anyone could do this madness sober?
Let's do it.
Do it.
Left eye first? - Both eyes.
Yes, please, left eye first.
Can you feel that? - What?
Nothing.
Other eye.
Vince?
What?
Fuck! Fucker tried to sting me. - And?
Erm...
I'm sorry, I've had a slight... slight technical setback here.
You were... boozing and now you've fucked this up!
You just let a paralytic wasp fuck your sightless eyeball
so I'd climb down off your moral high horse if I was you.
Parasitic.
Petra?
Can you reach my heart?
What? - You know... Touch the heart.
It's too dangerous.
Here.
The shaman's way.
Round the side. Do it.
No. - Push it in.
Three inches. And no further.
No. It might kill you.
Let's find out. - Find out what?
If you can.
Do it, Petra.
You're the only one who can do this.
I can't. I can't do this.
That's it. Now.
Fuck me harder.
Harder.
Now. Go on!
Well done.
He sighs - What the fuck are you?
You're not in pain? - No.
You don't feel pain?
Briefly. Like... a white light.
Where do you go when you lose consciousness?
What makes you think I go anywhere?
Because... you are talking to someone.
What about? Tell me.
You ask questions. And someone is answering.
Because you become angry. - Who?
Who is answering? - He has no name.
Hey.
Trude.
Come on.
Not open yet, Michael.
Don't fuck around, Trude. It's 12 o'clock.
You open at 12 o'clock.
That clock's fast.
Hello. - What can I get for you?
Oh, I would like...
...a bottle of vodka. - OK.
And two shot glasses.
Who is he? - That guy?
Mm-hm. - His name is Michael Lennox.
Thank you.
Michael?
Excuse me? - She said you were Michael.
Yes. Er...
Michael Lennox. That's my name.
I have some questions. - Questions?
You look so nervous, Michael. Don't be nervous.
Thank you.
Here you go.
May I?
Do you mind if I ask... who the hell are you?
Hm. - And er... What the hell...
...questions er... do you wanna ask of me?
My name is Elsa.
And I wanna know what it's like to live in this place.
Excuse me? - For the last very many years
I lived in Los Angeles.
Every day the sun shines like the day before
and the day before that, and...
Well, the next day would be the same.
We're all animals and our bodies adapt and change
if we alter our environment.
I wanna know what it feels like to live in a place
where my blood and the air around my skin are at war.
Well, er...
Er...
Thermals and a good fleece are...
...de rigueur...
in erm... Fortitude to prevent the er...
skin wars from er... starting.
Hm.
Well...
I want a man who knows this place well.
Who knows how to survive here.
Who can show me around and take me to sea.
Take me inland to the ice fields and the mountains.
To the ends of the earth.
You got anything better to do, Michael Lennox?
This was next to the till. Ralfi left it.
Ralfi?
"Don't serve Michael Lennox any drinks. He's barred for fighting."
Ah... Ralfi, he's just kidding around.
Michael... - Hey.
You're not serving him with drink. You served me with drink.
And now I'm serving him.
Please, Trude
Michael and I are long lost friends.
Why did you ask me his name, then?
It's been such a long time, I wasn't sure it was him.
We were lovers...
before he left America and came here.
I've been searching all my life.
You - you and Michael.
Well, that was... way, way, way before I married Freya.
Does Ingrid know? - Nobody knows.
Well... maybe you can save him, then.
Mm... Small towns.
Fuck all that.
To the ghost of our memories.
The ghost.
Always the same with DIY. Need a Phillips, only got a...
I'm gonna be back later with the correct
and appropriate implement.
You warm enough?
Bloody cold in here.
Course, we're underground in the Arctic, traditionally a very cold environment.
Permafrost. Freeze the bollocks off a woolly mammoth.
Nat?
Can you hear me, Natalie?
I'm preparing myself for the moment when your personality
is subsumed to the greater imperative of the parasitical larva
and your humanity becomes reduced to a vestigial remnant.
Are we there yet?
Duh!
Duh? - No.
We're not fucking there yet.
Good. - Whimpers
I'm freezing, Vincent.
I'm cold.
And I'm s-shivering.
I feel sick.
This... This was a fucking rubbish idea.
Is that better?
Could I have a cuddle, please?
He's gone and the taxi's gone with him.
And now the party's just me and this gorgeous girl named Freya
who didn't wanna share a taxi with Big John.
So... I tell you, I'm kind of shaking.
And we're just sitting. And er...
So, I say, erm...
"So, erm... where are you sleeping tonight?"
And er... there's silence.
And then she looks right at me and says,
"In your bed."
And I swear to God... I'm thinking...
"Jesus, does this mean I'm gonna have to sleep in the bathtub?"
Ah, men are ridiculous when a woman says what she wants.
That's what I'm saying.
Cos I couldn't believe my ears. I mean, I couldn't believe my luck.
Here you go.
Will you er... excuse me?
Of course. - Hm.
Mm...
What are you thinking?
I'm thinking...
Sergeant Oby kind of worships his boss, don't you think?
To an unhealthy degree. I mean, I never worshipped my boss.
You never worshipped Dan Anderssen?
Not even slightly. Especially not these days.
Why not?
Eric.
Come on. Dan has had some kind of terrible mental breakdown.
We're all pretending everything is normal.
Eric, you know this as well as I do. Does Petra think the same?
Petra is fucking him. - She is?
Of course she is. Are you completely oblivious
to everything that's going on around you?
Dan's gone crazy. Petra's lost her mind.
My dad is drinking himself to death. - No, I knew that.
You're in a bubble of grief and denial.
I'm not in a bubble. - What if our friends and neighbours
did murder Governor fuck-arse Munk? - I'm not in a bubble...
Sheriff Anderssen? Sheriff? Eric! Eric!
There's been a shooting at Lars' cabin. A man and a woman.
Who? - And Lars, Lars is dead.
I'll call Dan now.
Ingrid, get Jock. Find Petra now!
Meet me outside.
Dan? Dan?
We're responding to a report of a multiple homicide.
Three dead, maybe more.
Ingrid and me are heading out to Lars Ulvinaune's cabin now.
Get there as fast as you can. Over.
Don't respond. Let Eric deal with it.
This is all his fault. You know that.
Let him and Ingrid work the scene.
Stand up.
Stand up!
You lost a lot of blood. What have you been doing?
I asked Petra to stick the shaman's knife into me.
Huh.
I won't have it.
You're the sheriff
not a ritualistic goddamn sadomasochistic nutjob.
I know. I know.
You should eat before you fall down.
Give Eric an hour and then get out there.
Lars is dead inside the doorway.
The killer could be inside.
I know. Could be.
It's clear.
DCI Myklebust.
Shot in the centre of her forehead.
She's dead!
Two shots fired.
Sergeant Oby.
One rifle shot through the chest.
There's no pulse. He's dead too.
Lars shot Oby when he opened the door.
Then Myklebust's first shot...
..missed Lars.
The second shot nearly took his head off.
Yeah, and Lars shot DCI Myklebust straight between the eyes.
Bang! Bang! They both shot in the same split-second.
If it was "Bang! Bang!" only one of them would be dead
because the second "Bang" would have missed.
So it must have just been "Bang!"
We set up a perimeter.
Fingertip snow search.
Anything doesn't look right in the scenario
we put up a numbered plastic cup over the fucker.
Where the hell is Dan Anderssen?
Completely raw?
Are you on some kind of faddish new diet, Dan?
Ralfi, just give me the fucking meat.
Enjoy.
What? - You're the sheriff.
Dan Anderssen, the sheriff of Fortitude.
That's what it says on my big furry hat.
I'm Elsa Schenthal.
Schenthal Pharmaceuticals funded Dr Khatri.
Bankrolled Erling Munk.
Sent a bunch of killers and hitmen out here to kidnap me.
We're past all that now.
We are? - Yes.
After the experiments a lab rat doesn't have any value.
A lab rat? - I was one too.
You were a lab rat?
The circumstances that created you and me...
I've been researching this all my life.
..created 19 others like us.
The parasite.
eighteen of you and one of me.
One of you?
Well, the rest never made it beyond a couple of years, so...
Hm. So er...
How long did you make it?
Since infection. - Huh?
Well, that was er... 73 years ago.
I owe you recompense. - Hm.
This... is not what you need.
Hm. Well...
So, what do I need?
Cerebrospinal fluid.
Human? - Yes, of course.
It contains neuroendocrine factors
which seem to enable renewal.
Hm.
So, let me be clear about this.
Cos, er... I can't imagine there's a queue of donors.
Hm.
I'm assuming you have to...
harvest this cerebrospinal fluid from living human beings.
That's correct.
That become dead human beings?
They have to be alive during the extraction.
But, yes... nobody's going home at the end of the day.
Apart from you, Elsa. - Dan...
You will be obsessively drawn to near-death experience
and a desire to connect with all the people you kill.
Alongside this will be... terrible numbing of empathy.
Complete confusion regarding your moral purpose, any purpose.
You will encounter a menagerie of plagues, boils
decrepitudes and infirmities.
You will become mad, you will become lost.
Then if you survive that, you will become death.
I am not a parasite.
Hm.
When you become desperate, come and find me.
Haemorrhaging all across the sclera.
From the gunshot? - Maybe...
Though I would associate this with strangulation.
Gunshot to the throat like this
would instantly reduce blood pressure to the head.
And no haemorrhaging would result.
What are you doing? - What?
This is a fucking crime scene!
What? - You're contaminating a murder scene.
I'm contaminating... - Yes!
What the hell is this clown playing at here?
I am the interim governor.
And the Governor of Fortitude is also the Chief of Fortitude Police.
You fucking...
You can sure hold a liquor.
You see, my belief is that...
her metabolism produces way more than the average dehydrogenase
which denatures the ethanol in the vodka.
Whatever.
That's the chloroform I used making you sick.
Mixed in with all the vodka that she fed you.
It's best if you get it all out so you don't choke.
Please, would you untie me?
This is not good. I didn't do anything...
...to you.
Please, you got it wrong.
If this is about that woman at the bar... I don't know her.
I'm just er... a guy in the bar.
Nobody.
Just a guy that drinks.
No. No, don't... Stop.
Please. No, don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.
No! No, no!
No!
You fucker!
You are not to blame.
You know what an enchantress is?
Yeah. That's what she is.
Make sure you get some rest.
Jesus.
Did I hurt you?
Yeah. Yes.
Yes, you fucking hurt me. You broke my fucking nose.
I'm so sorry. It wasn't personal.
What?
It's over now. I can't reach you.
What is? - The parasite.
I have no control.
Natalie... Natalie had no control.
My fucking head.
It does sound like your nose is broken, the sound of your voice.
You should go to A&E, get it seen to.
Fucking right. - And more chain.
I need to be restrained on my wrists and ankles.
I can't fight it when it grabs me like that.
There's no... negotiation, no discussion.
It's just... boom!
More restraints.
Oh... - Er...
I bought you a heater, if you get cold.
Thanks, Vince.
You're really kind and thoughtful and I appreciate it.
Fuck you!
Aaaargh! Aaargh!
It's all good. It's all good.
It's all good.
As soon as I've... I've got her home
we'll get this over and done with, huh?
Hey.
Aargh!
Urgh!
Aaargh!
Untie me. - I'm not going to untie you.
This isn't healthy. - You're bloody telling me it isn't.
How the fuck do you explain having a woman bondaged up in your basement?
Boyd!
Elsa.
I want a SIG Sauer P226 X5 tactical
with a custom Hogue grip and tritium sights.
Put down the gun.