03x04 - The Mind Is Like A Monkey

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I've wanted to be a ski jumper
for as long as I can remember.

Roar, look.

Did you see that landing, bro?

Jens Weissflog,
Matti Nykänen, Per Bergerud.

All I wanted was to be like those guys.

For me, being a ski jumper

was better than being
prime minister of Norway.

TRIAL JUMPER

It was a chance for a guy like me
to be somebody.

One of the ones who get noticed.

One of those who flew.

Torgeir! Say hello to your brother.

- Nice jump.
- Thank you.

- So what do you think, guys?
- It's the crow from Fåberg!

The crow from Fåberg!

But dreams are fragile.

Just like necks.

They can take a blow.

NORWEGIAN
LABOR AND WELFARE

Hi. Torgeir Lien?

I'm Jan Johansen.

- Torgeir Lien.
- Nice to meet you.

Come on in.

There's one thing
I've learned about dreams.

They never die.

Welcome to this mindfulness workshop.

Has everybody got a chili nut?

This is the first nut you've ever seen.

Look at the nut.

Smell the nut.

The nut is a part of me.

I am a part of the cosmos.

I hate to be the party pooper, but what
exactly is the point of this exercise?

You're supposed to eat the nut--

Let's allow Olafsen to do his thing.
We're paying 30,000 krone for this.

Thirty thousand to learn how to eat nuts?

It's not about nuts, Roy.
It's about how to use your mind.

How to deal with stuff.

Exactly. Nicely put, Torgeir.

You see?

Picture yourself in a Buddhist monastery,

together with a stressed version of me.

We meet Lakshiri, a Tibetan monk.

...Lakshiri says.

Who was that?

To build the focus
of our presentation group.

- Hi.
- Well, hi there!

I just heard the big news.

Yes, it'll be nice to get out.

The way things turned out, I guess
no other outcome could be expected.

It sure is a good thing
we figured out that I wasn't the k*ller.

Another feather in the cap
of the mental health service.

I don't think of it like that, Jan,

but I'm glad I could be of assistance.

Am I talking to the therapist
or the woman now?

I thought your treatment
had put an end to that kind of behavior.

I'm sorry.

We inmates don't adapt too well
to normal life.

Yes.

- Take care, Jan.
- I will.

Johansen, yes.

Actually, Muhammad Ali
is my real name now.

Good. Come with us.

And who might you be?

We're your probation officers
in the wild.

Is that so?

We're the ones who will help you
get back on your feet.

- I see.
- Just come with us.

- Should I help you with that?
- Yes, please.

This is great service.

- Thank you.
- Indeed.

Lillehammer is the same as it was in 1994

in regard to the weather
and skiing conditions...

Henrik Njå?

- Are you on dr*gs?
- All right. Calm down.

Are you going to let him...?

You can't be serious!

One day you'll get the chance.

Don't worry.

So where are we going?

Oslo.

Okay.

So you work across counties, then?

We work across most things.

Your car is very expensive considering
you work in the... work in the...

Hello?

Asylum!

I need church asylum! Hello?

Mullah, say hello to Jesus for me!

Take us to Johnny Henriksen.

I'm just a Labor and Welfare worker on
a leave of absence who has found Allah.

No.

No, please! No! No! No!

No, no, no, no!

What are you...? Sorry. Wait a minute.

What does he want now?

- He wants it further up.
- Let's just go home.

Be strong, brother. Soon we'll have
enough money to open the smoothie bar.

You and that smoothie bar!

When are you going
to let go of that pie in the sky?

The smoothie bar is not a pie in the sky.

And I'll never stop dreaming.
You hear me? You have to believe in it.

...Artscape, Oppland.

Hey, guys!

It has been 20 years since we hosted
our own Olympics in Lillehammer.

Our reporter,
Jarle Andre Mikkelsen, met Belinda Kamp,

who was a performer
at the opening ceremony.

She was offered 100,000 Norwegian krone

to sell her costume, but wanted
to wait until it was worth more.

As you can see, I've still got it here...

...20 years later.

Belinda shows us
around her living room in Lillehammer...

We're celebrating that
Roar was cast in an international TV show.

We're going to Rio tomorrow.
It will be awesome!

This is my last chance to see Alex.

No worries. Gabriel says that no policeman
will touch a telenovela star.

What are your thoughts
on cloudberry yogurt and cranberry juice?

Think that would be good?

Shut your pie hole and focus on pulling.
How much further?

Only 300 more meters, brother.

Belinda let me in.

You have no idea how hard it was there.
On the inside.

Always good for a laugh!

I actually expected you to be happier,

now that I've tied up all the loose ends.

It's a gray area,
ethically speaking, I admit.

Maybe I could give a contribution

to make sure Dag's final time
at the hospital is dignified.

I'm excited to see my cabin again.

It's the guy from the neighboring cabin.

Well, well. Back again, Johnny.

Maybe you'd like to lie down or something?

I buried the money,
so I guess it'll take a minute to...

THE DOOR IS OPEN

What the hell is that smell?

Have I ever told you
your green eyes light up my life?

Oh, my dear, you don't have to be afraid.
It is all over.

I hope you're right.

I will give you the world
and everything that comes with it!

I have a surprise for you.

My love for you is deeper
than the Mariana Trench.

As long as you're by my side,
the sun will never go down.

Oh, Mario! This is too good to be true!

Yes, it is indeed too good to be true.

Who's he?

You look like...

That's right.

I'm Kurt Schwitter Rossi.

The son of Rossi, Hector Rossi.

You're my stepmother,

and you're the son of a bitch
who k*lled my father.

Enjoy the poison.

Oh, no! The wine.

My dear, Mario.

Mario, no!

My love!

No hitting.

I said, no hitting!

Don't hit that m*therf*cker!

Let's go now. That's enough.

Come here, Blondie.

Go get dressed.
That idiot has returned.

Shut up! I'm trying to watch
my soap opera.

Is he stupid or what?

Really stupid.

Hello there.

Thank you for waking my chickens.

Take this.

The 20th anniversary of the best winter
Olympic games ever is about to start.

We do apologize to our complainers
at the waffle stands,

as there are no gluten-free alternatives.

- Torgeir, hold your stomach in.
- I am.

- It's way too tight.
- Ouch!

You're not trying hard enough.

That hurts! Stop it!

What the hell is going on here?

I told you not to wash it at 30 degrees.

They're waiting for you.

I washed it by hand! It's not my fault
you've gained weight around your hips.

Gained weight?
I'm f*cking skin and bones over here!

Arne has a point.
You've gotten curvier lately.

Guys!

You two, shut up! You, sit down!

Torgeir needs peace and quiet
to get into competition mode.

Yes.

- Okay.
- All right, leave.

- Hurry up!
- I said, leave!

I worked all night for you.

Hey, buddy, can you please
bring a drink for my friend?

I'm sorry. Your friend stinks.
You have to leave.

Don't you know who he is?

Yes, and he still smells. Now leave.

Thanks. Bye.

Hey.

Aren't you the guys from The Half-Sister?

Right. He's the actor. I'm the writer.

I'm going to an afterparty nearby.
Want to come?

Let's go.

It looks like
we're having some technical problems.

We kindly ask you all
to have some patience.

Great. How did you do it?

I had to take off everything
that was underneath.

The friction is k*lling me.

- What's the time?
- Don't know.

Well, there he is.

He complained about his suit,
but the problem is probably in his head.

Take a sip.

Torgeir...

...this is what you have dreamt of
all your life.

- I guess so.
- Well, I think it's kind of cool.

Yeah, and kind of sexy as well.

Yeah?

Is there anything I can do for you?

Anything.

Anything?

My coach used to say
that there are three kinds of jumps.

The failed ones
where you think about the outcome.

- He's going.
- He's going now.

The good ones
where you think about the task at hand.

And the fantastic ones
where you don't think of a damn thing.

Where God grabs you by the neck
and carries you through the air.

I never understood
what he meant by that last one.

Not until today.

We're not stupid tourists you can rob.
I know the people running these streets.

Shut up, crackhead!

What the f*ck did you just call me?

I can't believe
we still work for this jerk.

Don't forget the dream, brother.

Dreams are for people like him.

Not for people like us.