01x03 - Words matter

[bunniefuu]

There's no messages.

He would have sent me
one if he disagreed.

Then they should
be on their way.

Just wait here.

Listen to me.

No, no, no. Is that understood?

This is not the point.

If it's an old woman or a
red devil, it doesn't matter.

That's how this will work.

What the f*ck am I doing here?

There are a few things
we have to clarify.

I don't know who you are.

Now that Bjørn passed
away, it's a new situation.

We're under a new pressure.

And we have to look
at different roles.

Your role, for instance.

BIRTHDAY GIRL

YOU ARE INVITED TO
LINNEA'S BIRTHDAY PARTY!

Hello?

Siem has leaked your name
and a picture of you.

- Are you sure it was Siem?
- Yes, dead sure.

He's not a good guy.

There's a blurred picture of you in
Norway's biggest online newspaper.

They don't use your real name, but
don't give them more to write about.

If your name is leaked,

it's a short f*cking
road to the Russian mob.

You don't have
anything concrete?

Ziminov could have sent people
we don't know, by train or car.

Stay in Vestvik,

live like normal, and stay
the f*ck out of trouble.

UNKNOWN PAST

Man is undoubtedly...

the most evil of all beings.

Don't get me wrong,
I'm no nihilist.

I know we also have the capacity
for unbelievable goodness.

When we are talking about
goodness, women stand out.

But when it comes to the capacity
for brutality, we talk about men.

Yeah, I wouldn't disagree.

I was in Afghanistan.
German special forces.

And we had of course
no women in our unit.

We never had it in KSK.

But alas,

we got responsibility
for a female soldier

because she got lost
by her troop from an...

allied so-called
"liberal" country.

And on our way back to the
base, we walked into an ambush.

And we were forced
to t*rture a man

to show us an escape route
out of the mountains.

It wasn't something
I wanted to do.

But it was him or us.

The woman's behavior in that
situation put us all in grave danger.

Sometimes you have to
be absolutely ruthless.

You don't know
anything about me.

I've kept an eye on your writing
since Cato recommended it to me.

You wouldn't even be here if it
weren't for what you've written.

You write about the thr*at
to our Christian culture.

You say a religious
w*r is coming.

We will be forced to
fight, to be warriors.

So?

Well, I can't see that in you.

Where would this
hatred come from?

I had a boyfriend.

I was very much in love.

He was very sure
of his opinions.

I admired him.

His strength, but also his head.

And...

like five years ago,

we were going to Gothenburg
to an anti-immigration rally.

And we were going
to this after-party

when we were surrounded
by a g*ng of Pakis.

And it wasn't so much
what they did to me,

it was more what
they did to Lars.

And afterwards...

when Lars was just
lying there, shaking...

When I looked into his
eyes, I knew it was over.

They made him into
something else.

And they turned everything
that I believed in

into something ridiculous.

And you know what? Today
I'm actually thankful.

Because it made me wake up.

And I think my writing
changed accordingly.

Where in Gothenburg were you?

We were cutting
through Keillers Park.

Are you familiar
with Gothenburg?

Hisingen Island?

We want to do big things.

Things no one can imagine.

To change the world.

Tomorrow...

we must see you
have what it takes.

Hey, what do you say we go
visit Uncle Bjørnar in Oslo?

Why?

You know he loves when
we visit. Especially you.

Yeah, but it's Linnea's
birthday party today.

Right.

I forgot.

How could I forget that?

Why have you packed our bags?

What do you mean?

Our bags.

Why have you packed them?

I was just thinking...

It was in case you
wanted to take a trip.

Eat chips, listen to music
and just drive a little.

You said we were
going to stay here.

We are.

No problem.

- It'll be nice. Hello.
- Hi.

Where are you?

At home with my daughter.

Kjetil is dead.

I need you to get down there
and find out what happened.

Yeah, but like I said, I'm at
home with my kid now, alone,

so maybe Ragna could
take care of that?

I can't get a hold of her, and
now this guy turns up dead.

I need you to go down there.

What do you think's going on?

That's what I'm
trying to find out.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I know we're a bit early.

I thought I had lost
track of the time.

No, it's us.

I've got a situation at work,
so if it's okay, it would be...

Hi. Just go up to Linnea.
She's in her room.

I'm sure she'll be glad
for an early visit.

- Bye, Dad.
- Bye. Have fun.

Thank you so much.

Hi.

Hi. Up here you don't need to
work on your days off, you know.

- Right.
- Right.

Do you have any theories?

Well, we can't know for sure,

but it looks like he was drunk and
fell asleep, and then he drowned.

- Weren't you here last night?
- Yeah, I ate dinner here.

We had a few drinks,
and then I went home.

Then one of those rascals sat
and drank with him till...

What time did you pick
him up? Around 12?

- He wanted to keep drinking.
- He was wasted.

So there's no sign of anyone
else being here, then.

No, at least not
while I was here.

No.

He was in a bloody
dark mood, but...

I don't think he
did this on purpose.

I think this is just
a tragic accident.

I just wanted to check.

They're saying he was drunk
and drowned. In a Jacuzzi.

I don't believe
that for a second.

And Ole leaving before his
brother is even buried.

Oh, he's left?

Bjørn's wife said they've
gone to France to climb.

Yeah, and Siem is standing there,
lying, calling it an accident,

and then he's going
to write the report.

We'll get back to that
when we're done here.

He leaked my identity.

To journalists in Oslo.

He did that, personally.

We have more important
stuff to deal with.

It may seem a bit vague that we're
being chased by the Russian mob,

but this is completely real to
us. You have read about me, right?

We have been hiding for
three f*cking years,

and now I feel... I
honestly feel that...

You feel what? That you
have a corrupt boss?

It's not exactly in the top ten on
my list of priorities right now.

We haven't heard from Ragna. We
don't even know if she's alive.

You don't care about me.

But I don't care
about you either.

Trust me.

I care about my daughter.

I only care about my daughter.

I just have to go
to the restroom.

I'll have to call you back.
Speak to you soon. Bye.

- Police emergency, how can I help?
- Code 47.

Right. One moment.

- Inger.
- Where are you?

We're heading to Oslo.

Ole k*lled Kjetil. He drowned
him. There was nothing I could do.

- Is it just you and Ole?
- No, there's another guy.

I don't know his name.

f*ck. He's German,
from East Germany.

Former special forces.
He's been in Afghanistan.

He said something about doing
big, unimaginable things

to change the world.

"That they need
to know," he said.

And I don't know
if it's in Norway.

Either way, just stay away.

- But Ragna...
- No. No matter what.

Don't do anything until I say
so, or we'll never find Cato.

They also said, "It doesn't matter
if it's an old lady or a red devil."

I didn't understand
anything. I have to go.

She's alive. Pack our stuff.
She's on her way to Oslo.

We didn't know she was
already on the move.

Yes, I'll keep you posted.

She's in control. This
won't be another Gothenburg.

No, but we'll have...

- Hello?
- Can you run a license plate for me?

Sure.

What's the number?

SN 57395.

Ford Transit. From
Oslo Rental Services.

Thanks.

Hi.

Hey, Michelle.

We have to go now.

- Why?
- We'll talk about it later. Come.

- But we haven't even eaten cake yet.
- I'm sorry.

- Do you want a piece of cake to go?
- No, we don't have time.

We have to hurry.

Why did we park here?

Yes, it's a bit weird, but
things are a bit weird now.

Okay.

You know I asked you if we should
go to Oslo, to visit Uncle Bjørnar?

And now we actually have to.

Why?

Are we in trouble?

No.

And you know why?

Because we're smart.

You and me.

I'll go get our bags,
and then we're leaving.

Michelle.

Dad. Dots.

Wait here.

- I just have to leave a message.
- Wait.

I'll be right back. Don't
be scared. It'll be fine.

I've gotten myself one of these,
so now I'll be a supercop too.

I just had to get
you out of here.

You'll be fine, Asgeir.

You'll be fine.

Come.

We're going to get a new car.

We'll drive a real police car.

- Why?
- Because it's smart. Come.

Come with me.

This is the target.

Mamoud Ashanti.

Leader of the Youth Labor Party.

He's popular, but edgy.

An idol for those who
support multiculturalism.

Some call him the Red Devil.

Now listen. This is
how we will do it.

DIVERSITY! NOT NAIVETY!

When you get the signal,
you start walking.

You cross Karl Johan,

then all the way to
their rally, here.

You'll make your way through
the crowd in the front.

When Mamoud has
finished his speech,

he'll be walking off stage,
probably at the back,

to head for the
party's headquarter.

We have more sh**t in the area,
but if he happens to come your way,

then you sh**t him.

Do you have a problem with that?

What will that achieve?

You'll light a match, and
we'll have more matches.

You have to remember we're
at w*r. He's the enemy.

We have different roles to play.

This is your moment of truth.

Just do as he says.

Right after what happened in
Oslo in the Government Quarter,

there were reports of sh**ting.

We don't know how many have been
k*lled by the t*rror1st at Utøya.

The man was dressed as a
policeman and started sh**ting.

Five people have
allegedly been sh*t.

Hello!

Does anyone need help?

A total of 69 people were k*lled
during the sh**ting at Utøya.

Most of them young activists.

Ruining the building that
houses the offices of...

It has to be one of the worst terror
att*cks in Europe in modern history.

- Are we going to copy him?
- Of course not. He was a moron.

A narcissistic poser.

He also wanted to k*ll the
leader of the youth party.

But we're not like that.

We're different.

Listen carefully and follow
all instructions you get.

Be ready if he comes your way.

Remember that we have
more sh**t there.

- Are unsure of anything?
- No.

Ever since our youth
party was formed,

the idea that people should help
each other has been our foundation.

Some are sick of the word
and say it's old-fashioned,

but I believe that there's one word
we must never forget: solidarity.

Since we're talking
about words...

Last week, someone
called me a red devil.

A so-called journalist from a
so-called respectable medium.

And it sparked a debate.

And the words are
repeated and repeated.

Two words meant to create fear.

Meant to divide.

Some say they're just words.

Others say they wouldn't
use exactly those words.

But we know.

We know that words
carry meaning.

You can hear us both. Don't
do anything until you're told.

And I am in position.

And there are people who
are attracted by that,

who think it's something
everyone has to put up with,

and who cultivate everything
in silos and echo chambers.

Why is it always either color

or religion or both
with these people?

You are not alone. That's
not just a comfort.

It's just as much a battle cry.

In the fight for community.

For hope of a better future.
Against those who create fear...

Don't look at Ole. Focus.

And spread hate against those who
are different, who feel different.

We know better than any other
youth party in the world

that words have consequences.

They can aggravate.

Words can radicalize.
Words can create hate.

A decade has gone since


by a monster created by words
that didn't meet resistance.

Have the words
gotten any milder?

Have we seen less right-wing
extremism in our country?

In Europe? In the US?

We can't wait for someone else
to turn this around for us.

We have to do it ourselves.

Get into position.

This election is about
fighting for our words,

not silencing others...

Get out!

Follow the leader. Hurry.

He's getting away.
Everyone hurry. Hurry.

Just follow the leader.
Don't look for others!

Everyone, get closer.

Get closer.

Come on, get closer.

Stop it now, she
will be exposed.

Stop now. Abort.

Pull back.

- What happened?
- A smoke grenade went off.

- Do they know who did it?
- No.

They're testing her limits.

- Take it easy.
- What the f*ck?

- It was just a test.
- Of what?

After Bjørn, some people were
afraid I was on the police's radar.

But now we know I'm not.
And we got to test you too.

- It was a f*cking stupid idea.
- Listen.

We were in control
the whole time.

I told you. We're not
narcissists. We're not posers.

Look, take this.

Only use it to
communicate with us.

Do you have a friend you
can stay with tonight? Good.

We'll talk tomorrow. I just have
to clean up at the warehouse.

Excuse me?

I've lost my phone
and my wallet.

Could I borrow your
phone to call my husband?

- Sure, okay.
- Thank you.

Code 47.

I'm on the inside now.

They just wanted to test me.

Do you know more about
what the real target is?

Ole says there are information
silos, so he can't tell me.

But they've said I'll
get to meet Cato,

so once I get close to
him, we're going in.

Can I go home?

I've already set up surveillance
there in case you're being followed.

Thanks.

They'll be happy to see you.

I don't know about that.

They think I've let them down
and fled the country, so...

I'll leave messages in the Furia
blog if I can get a new laptop.

We're finally going
to take them down.

THE GABRIELSEN FAMILY

Who is it?

What...

What the hell are you
doing here, Ellen?

I got a sudden meeting in London,
so I thought I could swing by Oslo.

- Can I come in, or are you just...
- Give me a hug.

Hi.

It's a bit of a mess here.

I think about her
too. All the time.

Yes.

Dad hasn't changed
anything here.

I agree with him, actually.

And he likes to hang
up all my paintings.

Well, so how's that
business life of yours?

It's fine.

Corporate law.

So that's what you
studied law for.

I mean, you had the right ideas.
And you were a bloody good writer.

Don't start complaining
about that again, Dad.

- Come on, help me up.
- Sure.

I'm going down to the water.

Isn't it a bit cold, Dad?

Not in this weather.

Showing off.

Your sister nearly
drowned out there.

Do you remember?

Yes. We sat here, drinking
juice, and didn't notice a thing.

Then all of a sudden you got up
and sprinted down to the water.

You dived in, with
clothes on and everything.

What do the doctors say?

Vascular dementia.

Soon he won't remember
our names, and... Yeah.

What is it you do in Singapore?
When you don't answer your phone?

I can't talk about it, Tarje.

I'll tell you everything
once it's over. I just...

- That doesn't sound good.
- I'll do this one job, and then...

Then I'll come
home and help you.

You've been gone for...

How many years?

And then you're going to come
back when he's in a nursing home?

What kind of life do
you think I wanted?

You should've stayed in Vestvik.

If PST and I were going to help
you, you should have stuck it out.

Then we'd have a deal...

They've been in my f*cking
house. That changes everything.

You're going to give me a
new life. End of discussion.

You lied.

I'm so sorry, Michelle.
I'm really sorry.

You have k*lled someone.

It's going to be
okay. I promise.

I'll fix this.

Hi.

You want coffee?

Sure.

I'm just picking up my
pastries, and off we go.

Look.

- A prank?
- Yeah. It worked well.

- I still don't get it.
- No, but you will.

What if they'd caught me?

We would know they were on to us,
and they would've caught me too.

Come on, let's
go. Follow my car.

Where are we going?

To change the world, of course.

Bye.

SWEDEN