01x01 - Lose yourself and all is lost

[bunniefuu]

Truth. I'm like you.

Afraid of the future,
because of the past.

Hope in the face of difficulty.

This has been a
decade like no other.

A world filled with
hope for better days.

People promised change.
A better tomorrow.

A world connected and
improving like never before.

Instead, it came apart.

From small places in the
outskirts, to cities and countries,

forces that divide
grow stronger.

Very fine people on both sides.

Fear of losing everything we love
forces us make wrong choices.

Terrible choices.

I'm scared.

I wish you could help me.

Why... What's happening?

Don't!

Don't sh**t!

Are we there yet?

- We're getting closer.
- But it's taking forever.

It requires some effort to get
to the nicest place in Norway.

- That's not what Uncle Bjørnar said.
- He tries to be funny, but he fails.

You're lucky you have me.

A dad who's actually the
funniest guy in the world.

- You always say that.
- Because it's true.

This is gonna be great.

What do you think?

Think it'll be good?

- I hope so.
- My good girl.

This is going to be
great. I promise.

It's still the boonies.

Yeah, maybe.

- Shall we take a look?
- Yeah.

- Yeah.
- Nice boonies.

Very nice boonies this time.

I think it's my turn to
pick a bedroom first.

I'm just gonna do it.

Sleep tight, sweetie.

Can you go to bed too?

Come. Come here.

My stomach hurts.

You know what?

All the kids here will want
to be friends with you.

You're such a sweet
and kind girl.

And this is the last
time we're doing this.

No more moving.

And since it's such a small
town, I'm never far away.

- Just take your watch, text me...
- I know. I'll text you.

And I'll be there.

Come here.

I'm so proud of you.

We'll do something fun tonight.

- Bake brownies.
- Brownies?

Sounds good.

- Hi, this is Asgeir.
- Hi, it's me.

We have a little situation here.

Want me to come to the station?

- Meet us at the refugee center.
- Okay.

We're on our way there.
I've sent you the address.

Thanks.

Hi. Asgeir Eng. I'm new
down at the police station.

I haven't gotten my
badge yet, but...

I asked the chief
to come in person.

Yes, he's on his way.

That's probably him.

Hi, Mona.

Welcome.

- Thank you.
- Straight to work. This is Gunnar.

- Hi, Gunnar.
- Hi.

- Asgeir.
- Gunnar. Nice to meet you.

- Right. This is less nice, though.
- No, this is bloody vandalism.

- We've had stuff like this before.
- This is arson.

Arson?

There's 32 people
sleeping in this house.

Look.

We should be careful
using words like "arson."

Words can be misleading.

- They set fire to it.
- Yes.

But they graffitied the walls too.
They didn't mean for it to burn down.

- There are kids sleeping in there.
- Yes, of course.

Do you know if anyone saw
anything? Heard anything?

You know, where we come from,

police doesn't help us.

I understand. But I can
assure you it's safe.

Safe? Look at the wall.

They tried to set
fire on this place.

I mean it's safe to talk to us.

I really understand
your concern.

This is terrible.
You have kids here.

But we're gonna solve this.
We're gonna take these people.

We're gonna keep you guys
safe. I promise. Okay?

Will you take it from here,
Gunnar? You can come with me.

Hey, listen.

Is that it?

Now we're just going to
find whoever did this.

If you don't punish these people,
I'll have to do something myself.

You're not going to do anything.

Leave this to us.
We'll take care of it.

Okay? Calm down.

We'll take care of it.

We're gonna take these
people. You're safe.

- I'm driving with you.
- Okay.

Got a text from the office.

Someone's posted a picture
of the fire-damaged wall

on what I call antisocial media.

If journalists get
a hold of those,

they're going to make
some scandalous headline.

They'll want me to say that
someone's gonna get thrown in jail.

This here is just
common vandalism.

Teenagers. And then my...

They're so bloody predictable.

Hi, Svein.

I was just saying how someone has
to be thrown in jail for this.

And if you write about this
now, it's going to be you.

We're on top of this. I'll let
you know when everything's sorted.

- Sounds good.
- Right.

Around here you have to flush
when you've been on the can

if you don't want your sh*t
spread all over the local paper.

I see. I'll keep that in mind.

It was actually my mother
who started the damn thing.

Yeah, she was Norway's second
female newspaper editor.

- People didn't like that.
- Right.

Now it's the refugee
center they don't like.

It's human nature.

Xenophobia. A fear of
everything that's new.

But they'll come around.
Like with my mother.

She became a local hero.

Someone high up called and said
I had to accept your transfer.

Are you some sort of super-cop?

We're glad to have
you on our team.

A super-cop.

- Should I just drive straight ahead?
- Yes, there'll be a sign. Trollheim.

The best tourist
experience in Norway.

Two brothers inherited a
bankrupt farm from their father.

The poor guy k*lled himself.

But they turned it around and made
a successful business out of it.

Vestvik, the clothing
brand, that's them.

- They're the Vestvik guys?
- Yeah.

And they've got climbing
and lots of other stuff too.

It's the best thing that's happened
to this town in many years.

- It's nice, right?
- Sure.

Finally decided to
join me up the wall?

No, no. We have a new
hero at the station.

- This is Asgeir.
- Hi.

I'm showing him the
marvels of Vestvik.

- This is our place.
- Not bad.

This is Bjørn, the big brother,
and the little one, Ole.

The runt.

These guys are
the pride of town.

And this is Ragna. She's
from Eastern Norway.

She's a catholic cook who
drives a motorbike, am I right?

I guess so.

And now I hear you're expanding?

Yes, we're building three more
cabins and another warehouse.

I take it your clothes
sales are going great.

No, but we need a place to keep
all the clothes we don't sell.

He's quick-witted.

So how many people do you
have working here now?


there's about 70 at the factory.

- About 70?
- Yeah.

Well, there you have it.

Anyway, there's been some
vandalism at the refugee center.

Oh, for f*ck's sake.

Someone set fire to a garbage
can that stood against the wall.

It was dangerous.

Mona is talking about arson.

We took care of it
so neatly last time,

so if you could check...

Yeah, of course.

I understand something's
happened there before?

Yeah, windows have been broken.

I've got young guys here who
couldn't even finish high school.

And some of them think that the
refugees are what's in the way

of them fulfilling
their vast potential.

But we manage to make
decent folks out of them.

That's no excuse,
of course, but...

No, but it tells you how easy
it is to find out who did it.

Easy is good. Great. We
have to get to the station.

- That's a good idea.
- Give me a call.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

f*cking hell.

She's a great gal,
but be careful.

She broke the nose of
a guy who felt her up.

Don't worry about that. I'm not
looking for anyone at the moment.

It just looked like you
were checking her out.

- Thanks for lending me this.
- Sure.

Do you have more of his books?

You read so fast I don't have
time to find new books for you.

- Did you like it?
- I loved it.

- But it's really dark.
- Yeah.

- Have you seen the movie?
- Yeah.

- But the book was better.
- Really? Why?

You kind of understand
more, you know.

Morning.

Who's that?

Some Germans. They
came two days ago.

Stuff like this could ruin
everything you try to build here.

- Yeah, I know.
- I can help out more.

And you will, but we
have to discuss it first.

He's already waiting in the car.

Hi, Sigrid.

- Bjørn. I heard you needed some help?
- No, Stein. You need help.

Come, let's take a walk.

Out of everyone here,

only two others are stupid enough
to pull something like this.

And they worked late with
my brother last night.

- And you were ratted out.
- It's not me.

Those you've told know
how f*cking wrong it is.

- Your father will take you home.
- No, you can't...

I've already called
him. He's here.

It's going to be
okay. Get in the car.

You think you can just accuse
my son of something like this?

It's not the first time he's
been up there, and you know it.

Did that lady at the refugee
center say he did it?

Just because I'm opposed to the
center, she's targeting Stein?

Calm down. She's not
targeting anyone.

Yes, she is.
Because of my views.

Because I've been explicit
about my opinions.

It's still a free country.

If he gives her an apology, I
can get her to not press charges.

But he has to go to the
station, and you'll go with him.

He's not going to apologize.

He's not going to
admit to anything.

This doesn't have
to split our town.

And you'll set a good example
for your son for a change.

Are you telling me how
to raise my son now?

You're the one who raised
an arsonist, not me.

He will confess, or he
won't be allowed back here.

And remember, anything
you do to your boy,

I'll do to you tenfold.

I know you, and I know your ex.

Do you know how much
they enjoy this?

That my son was caught.

I'm sorry, Dad. It was...

Hi. Couldn't sleep?

We forgot to hug.

We didn't, but you can have
as many hugs as you want.

Did you have a bad dream?

Can you help me sort
out this dollhouse?

It's just chaos
when I do it alone.

Dinosaurs in the kitchen.

What was Mom's job?

Mom?

Why do you ask that now?

- Someone in my class asked me.
- Okay.

And what did you say?

I said she's in heaven.

Yeah.

Mom was a lawyer.
Don't you remember?

It's a great job.

Where you help people and stuff.

It's super-good. You
should be proud of Mom.

Are you scared?

- Hello?
- Sorry if I woke you.

Something's happened. We
need you up in the woods.

Just get in the car.

Good, you found your
way. He's down here.

A tourist found him
and called it in.

It looks like an accident,

but the technicians
found blood on the path,

so they say he's probably
been dragged over here

and dumped to make it
look like an accident.

Last night, Bjørn
called and said

the boy who set fire to the
refugee center was Stein Vang.

Stein Vang is the boy
lying right there.

Do they know the cause of death?

They've found marks on his neck
and clear signs of a struggle.

And after he was dead,

someone crushed his skull
repeatedly with a rock.

So there was massive
rage involved.

If it's an act of
revenge or something...

then all hell will break loose.

FOR ACTION AGAINST
REFUGEE CENTER

MANY DON'T DARE TO SPEAK OUT

CRIMINAL THREATS

Something like this can ruin
a place like ours forever.

We've never had a
m*rder here, you know.

I think it will be even more ruined
if we don't catch whoever did it.

- Yes.
- So we should just get to it.

You've probably investigated
a few homicides?

No, I haven't.

- That makes two of us.
- Yeah.

I was hoping the black
holes in your messy CV

were your secret life
as Sherlock Holmes.

I guess we'll just have
to do this by the book.

Talk to his friends and family.

Yes. He lives with
his father. He's...

He's a lawyer, but he...

He's a man who speaks
without thinking.

Okay.

What kind of cop were you?

Just the boring kind.

Half your file is classified, so
it can't have been that boring.

No, I'll still hope
you're Sherlock Holmes.

I can be Watson.

I f*cked up. I'm done here,
and you know that too.

We need new identities.

And we'll move every year.

He won't give up
until you're dead.

And he doesn't give
a sh*t about the kid.

This is just like building
cars. A lunch-box factory.

Henry Ford. He invented
the belt carousel.

Everyone in the factory each
doing their part of the job.

That's an assembly line.

A belt carousel is that thing
they have at the airport.

- Mr. Continental.
- Well, you know.

Mr. Uncle as*h*le here is right.

- I'm off.
- Look at her.

Here, read this one. The
Name of the Rose. It's good.

- And important.
- Thanks.

And remember what I told
you. Who to stay away from.

Bjørn, she's a big girl now.

- She can take care of herself.
- Yes, she's really big.

- Yes.
- Hi, we've found Stein. He's dead.

- Can you come down here?
- Yes, of course. I'll be right there.

Is this the new guy?
Give me a smile.

- You'll be in the paper.
- Leave him alone.

POLICE STATION

I hear you've blocked
the road at Fossdal.

- There's lots of cars...
- Don't write anything until we...

Until what?

I know who drives that car.

Listen. Wait here outside, okay?

If Kjetil Vang is in there, I
need to know what's going on.

Listen.

If you start speculating,

you risk ruining everything
you love about this town.

You can come with me, Asgeir.

Yes.

Let's see.

Coffee.

This is Asgeir Eng
from the Oslo police.

- He's here to assist us.
- Hi.

How did he die?

I told you those refugee
f*ck are dangerous.

Nobody knows who
k*lled Stein. Not yet.

How did they know?

Bjørn accused him,
and now he's dead.

Who told those f*cking monkeys?

Like he said, we don't
have any suspects yet.

Somebody outed Stein to them.

And now he's dead.

Look who's here.

What is that boy doing here?

I'll be back.

I...

I sent Stein home with his dad,
and as suspected, he ran away.

His buddy here, John,
met him afterwards.

Stein asked John to help him get out
his frustrations over the refugees.

I've told John to give
you an honest testimony.

- Tell you everything.
- That's great, John.

John can wait for me
in the conference room.

- I'll be right there.
- Come with me.

I shouldn't have sent him away.

I should have looked after him.

Don't think like that.

You're a good man, Bjørn.

So, did you and Stein talk
about the refugee center?

- Did he say anything at all?
- Shouldn't you question the refugees?

They come from active
w*r zones, you know.

My son was k*lled because
of false accusations.

f*cking PC sh*t.

You have expressed some of your own
opinions in the papers and stuff.

You wanted to start up
Pegida, but then you didn't.

Why did you decide against it?

You know nothing.

I've worked hard...

for this community.

Tried to protect it.

This...

I can't imagine how devastating
this must be for you.

It's the worst thing that
can happen to a father.

Write down the name Kjetil Vang.

Look it up in all the registers
I don't have access to anymore.

Does this have to
do with the m*rder?

I just have a bad
feeling about this.

Something's not right, and
that Kjetil is no good.

Okay.

How's Michelle?

She's good. She's happy.

- Give her a hug from her uncle.
- Will do.

And just send me everything
you can find, okay?

Thanks again for all your help.

- You wanted to talk to me?
- Yes.

Come.

I know that you and
Stein were pretty close.

He was your
boyfriend, wasn't he?

- You can't tell Dad.
- I won't.

- Did Kjetil know you were together?
- No.

I didn't mean anything by it.

I didn't want to be there.

Where?

Stein brought me along with
him in the car when he...

When set the fire and graffitied.
But I didn't know he would do it.

He just wanted to scare them.

- Did you stay in the car?
- Yes.

I didn't know.

And now he's just...

- Now he's been k*lled.
- You didn't do anything.

Right?

And you're not like that.

I know it, your dad knows
it, and your uncle knows it.

I don't know what to tell Dad.

I'll help you. Okay?

What do you care for?

A friend? A daughter? A son?

What would you do
to protect them?

Would you do what is right,

even if it feels wrong
to the ones you love?

God gave us a vast potential
for love and respect.

But some deny this gift.

Defy this gift.

People are k*lled because
they want our future.

But due to heroes working in
silence, they will never get it.

Hi. Yes.

I'll do it myself, and
it's going to work.

- Why am I here? Why?
- Calm down.

No, no, no.

Why should I calm
down? No! Stop!

We've found our guy.
Someone sent us a tip.

We found a bag with Stein's
belongings in his closet.

And the technicians found his
boot prints at the crime scene.

Where did the tip come from?

An English-speaking woman said
he was out all night yesterday.

Probably someone from the center,
but she didn't give her name.

How convenient. Things
solving themselves.

Yeah, I guess so.

This is bullshit!

Be careful with him.

The suspect is tied to both
the scene and the victim,

and that's all we'll disclose
until the lab reports are ready.

The suspect had
tried to stash away

some of the victim's
belongings in a bag like this.

These bags are used
at the refugee center.

This is a tragedy,

so it's important now that
we take care of one another.

That especially means that people
refrain from spreading rumors

and creating fear on what
I call antisocial media.

And that we simply act decently.

We have a source saying the
victim committed vandalism...

What did I say?

The black guy.

Let's see what the
legal system says.

Just because I'm against crowding
this town with refugees...

doesn't mean I'm a r*cist.

I've read what you've written. I
think I know what you're thinking.

I've tried to dig
into you as well.

But there's very little to find.

You're led by
emotions, aren't you?

Marked by the color of your kid.

You be careful. Be
really f*cking careful!

You're emotional.

Stay the f*ck away from me.

Kjetil Vang was reported for
violent behavior and threats

by his ex-wife four years ago.

But she dropped the charges,

and after that there's
nothing on the lawyer, really.

But...

But?

He's on a short list of
people marked as possible RWE.

He's been playing around with Pegida,
bought a few websites for them.

He has commented on alt-right sites
in the US and some 4chan groups.

But does this have anything
to do with the dead kid?

At the same time,
four years ago,

PST tried to track down
an alt-right blogger

in the area you are in now.

"Cato."

Considered a beacon
on the dark web.

Your guy was a
person of interest.

Where can I read his stuff?

There are Russian,
German and British blogs.

It's as dark as it gets.

He's also on the same
site as Fjordman.

That Gates site?

Yeah, but Cato is bigger.

Much, much bigger.

He has 250,000
readers every week.

That's not counting the dark
web, deep web, 4chan and 8chan.

But the weird thing is that
when Fjordman was outed,

Cato went off the grid.

And it's been four years since
anything's been uploaded from Norway.

Since then, PST hasn't traced
any activity to your area.

Nothing that's been
logged, at least.

You think this Cato quit?

No. He's active. He
posts stuff every month.

He also wrote a
manifesto 14 years ago

that's become a source of
inspiration for all those crazy guys,

including the one on New Zealand

and our very own guy
from the mosque in Bærum.

Right now, Cato's texts are uploaded
from Germany, Spain, Belgium.

Linguistic analyses have
shown that he's not Norwegian.

They've collaborated to
find out where he's from,

but they don't seem
to have an answer.

So Cato is still unknown.

Don't do anything stupid.

I won't.

My daughter's going to grow up here.
I'm just going to keep my eyes open.

Make us some coffee.

Today you need to
listen extra carefully.

What I'm about to say is not
to be discussed with anyone.

Not even among yourselves.

Nobody brought their
phones with them, right?

Good.

We've tried to build
a community here.

Provide safety for our children
and our children's children

from the conflicts they're inevitably
going to face in the future.

We're going to share our ideas,

nourish our culture

and create a healthy and
resilient sense of identity

that we can be proud
of here in our town

and in our country.

We've heard all this before.

We must use this. Mobilize
for something more.

People are starting to wake up.

If anyone here took us
for being Pegida morons,

parade-marching,

hail-greeting skinheads
or guys who love uniforms,

they don't get what
identitarianism means,

or counter-jihad.

Everything we have taught you

about our culture

is to be better,
to be decent folks.

And your idea of bringing
Pegida to this town is idiotic.

- Don't call me an idiot.
- I could call you worse, so shut up.

After Stein was k*lled,

everything has changed.

He was a good kid.
He should be alive.

But they caught the k*ller.

They found evidence on an
African, and that's all we know.

They found stuff in his closet that
connected him to the scene and Stein.

Someone took the risk

and planted that evidence

and tipped off the
police anonymously.

But none of us did it.

We won't get into that today.

But there are people
here with violent pasts

that not everyone knows about.

And we don't need
that attention now.

And if any of you f*ck
with that refugee center

or anyone connected to it again,

you'll have bigger
problems than the police.

John?

Be quiet. Understand?

Okay, come on.

Quiet.

Drop it.

Quiet. And don't move.

Bjørn! There's someone in here!

Don't move.

Easy. Don't move.

Are you calm?

Have you calmed down?

Great.

Everyone just stay still,
and this will be fine.

This is private property.

Stay calm.

Drop the g*n!

What the f*ck are
you doing here?

Drop the g*n.

Don't do it.

Drop the g*n!

- He won't sh**t anyone.
- He heard your rambling.

I'll sh**t you!

I promise you I'll sh**t.

Drop the g*n.

Come on! Pull back!

Okay.

You f*cking idiot.

You g*dd*mn f*cking idiot. You
don't know what you've messed up.

He would've shot us
both, do you understand?

It's going to be fine.

Just take it easy
and give me the g*n.

Give me the g*n.

I work for the f*cking PST.

I've been here over a year. It took
three years to find the brothers.

What the...!

Don't tell anyone about me.

Not even the cops.
They have people there.

And stay here.