01x02 - The Rabbit-Hole

[bunniefuu]

I'm scared.

I wish you could help me.

Why...

What's happening?

Don't hang up.

You have to live for me.

Promise me.

Don't forget that.

Don't forget me.

Hi.

What happened?

He tried to hold me back.

We fought, and then his g*n
went off, so I just ran.

He sh*t an unarmed woman.

We must get to him
before he talks.

- The police are on their way there.
- He k*lled Bjørn, and sh*t you.

We can't stand around with
our dicks in our hands.

Should he get away with
k*lling your brother?

You shut up!

Don't f*cking talk
about k*lling anyone.

We met at the cabin
for hunting practice.

That's what we did.

I've removed all the books,
so there's nothing there.

The cop pulled a g*n for no reason,
and then things got out of control.

- We deny everything else.
- We have to take him.

He drew his g*n first.

He sh*t Bjørn, and he sh*t me.

We were at the cabin to
plan the hunting season.

That's our story.

- Is everyone with me?
- Yeah.

Can we all agree to that?

Good.

Let me have a look at you.

You have to get to the hospital.

Bjørn said we have to lay low...

You are not Bjørn.

You think you know
stuff about me.

But I know stuff about you too.

And your brother.

I just stood there.

I couldn't even f*cking move.

I can't be like that.
It's no f*cking good.

f*cking Kjetil.

He could ruin everything.

Bjørn had some control
over him, but I...

I don't have any
control over him.

Kjetil is bloody dangerous.

You're not f*cking sane if you punch
your own son to death like that.

How do you know that?

We sent Stein home to hear
what Kjetil said about us.

Hear for yourself.

You bugged his phone?

We couldn't have known
he would do that.

I didn't even think he
would lay a hand on him.

Someone from Internal
Affairs is coming

to lead the
investigation of you.

I won't be doing any
questioning. He'll do all that.

I'll just take care of you.

- Do you know who's coming?
- Yeah, I've met him.

He's from Oslo, but has been working
voluntarily in Molde for years,

so there must be
something wrong with him.

I've refused to suspend you,
because that's my right,

but I need your sidearm.

It's extremely important that no
name or picture of me gets out.

I know.

Just trust me.

I'll do what I can.

A lot of people here
loved Bjørn, you know.

I have all I need.

I'll give your statement
to the lead investigator.

But you'll have to come down
to the station for questioning.

- Okay.
- Good.

- Get well.
- Thanks.

- Hi again.
- Hi.

You surprise me.

Okay?

I didn't know you
could fight like that.

No.

What's going to
happen now with...

With everything?

You know, Bjørn
told me a little.

Bjørn didn't have
anything to do with Cato.

I'm in contact with him.

Ever since he went dark,
he's sent his texts to me,

and then I've uploaded them.

Bjørn didn't have
anything to do with it.

Excuse me. I was wondering if
I could borrow a phone here?

- Of course.
- Thanks.

No one's shutting anything down.
Ole just said he is helping Cato.

They want to go in now. They're
saying we have lost control.

- Stop.
- People have been k*lled.

Bjørn said this will be the
biggest thing to happen in Norway.

Those f*cking bosses should
know what that means.

Ole is our only lead to Cato.

I'll check, but you have
to get Ole to open up.

They have said that
the att*ck is imminent.

Yes.

One more thing.

Asgeir, that new cop with
the special-ops background...

He knows I work for PST.

What? You're jeopardizing
the entire operation.

I know. But...

Do you know what you've done?

- Yeah, I'll fix it.
- You'd better.

f*ck.

Hi.

- I almost thought you had run off.
- No, I just felt a bit...

nauseous.

I found a vending machine. I
thought you might want some energy.

Nice of you.

I need you to get well fast.

I just thought...

- I feel a bit better now.
- That's great.

If I could get a glass of water
in my room, that would be great.

Of course.

You'll have to ask them why
they considered me a thr*at.

Things escalated. I
didn't have a choice.

He would've sh*t me.

And the woman?

I tried to get control
over the situation.

She resisted.

My g*n went off.

Accident.

Why were you armed?

As far as I can see,

you didn't call to ask your
superior for permission.

- No. I have a special permit.
- Why is that?

It's classified.

Do you understand the gravity
of the situation you're in?

Absolutely.

That's why I'm sitting here,
trying to give a clear explanation.

Right.

- So there was no right-wing meeting?
- No.

We do climbing,
hunting and fishing.

It's a hunting lodge, so we plan
and practice there regularly.

Just ask anyone in Vestvik.

You said there were a bunch of
right-wing books laying around.

We searched the cabin
pretty thoroughly. Nothing.

I hope you don't regard those people
to have more credibility than me.

I'm a colleague.

We recommend you press charges
regarding the sh**ting.

Not interested.

- He sh*t you.
- Yes.

We fought, and a sh*t went off.

I think this is tragic
enough as it is.

I don't have access
to your entire file,

but with all that
confidential information

I'm sure you've k*lled before.

What's classified is irrelevant.

And you're obligated to exclude
information about me from the report.

So nothing was out of the ordinary
before the cop pulled his g*n?

No. No reason to pull a g*n.

If we don't find any evidence
supporting your story,

you can be charged with m*rder.

And sentenced to
many years in prison.

It doesn't look good.

You went after them, and
that g*n is for self-defense.

I'll gladly discuss my
handling of this situation,

and it shouldn't have escalated,

but I thought it
completely implausible

that this case was closed with
the arrest of that poor refugee.

And Kjetil Vang?

I considered him so relevant
that I had to check him.

He's talked about Michelle.

He had a tone that
was completely...

Stop it. We can't move
you again this soon.

We have to make Vestvik work.

We can't make you disappear now,
and you can't blow your cover, okay?

Then you have to talk
to Internal Affairs.

I'll do what I can, but I can't
meddle with Internal Affairs.

I'll make sure you're
not sent to prison

or thrown out of the
protection program.

And what do you think
I should do now?

Lay low and behave like
a model-f*cking-citizen.

Did you say anything about me?

I said we had a confrontation,
and my g*n went off.

You can't tell anyone
about me or what I do.

I can't keep quiet about the one
thing that can get me out of this.

Then you don't know what
you've gotten yourself into.

I've worked on this
for four years.

And this is my life. I
could lose my daughter.

There's going to be a
major terror att*ck.

It could happen next
week, or next month.

There's a lot we don't know,
but it's happening this year,

and Ole is the only lead I've
got to the head of the group.

So what do you think
should happen now?

I know people in PST that can talk
to people higher up on your behalf.

And when I'm finished,
I'll get you acquitted.

So, you'll help me and my
daughter, and I'll help you.

And I'm just supposed to trust that?
I'm just going to have to trust you?

I know you have a fake identity,
that you move every year,

and that you were part of an
operation against a Russian mob boss

that went to hell, and
now he's after you.

The informant in your
last operation d*ed.

- That has nothing to do with this.
- You know what I'm risking.

If this operation goes
to hell, that's my life.

Did you know your
informant well?

Yes, she was the mother of
my daughter, Michelle, so...

Okay.

Look, I don't have a
choice. I have to trust you.

And therefore you can trust me.

Asgeir.

Come here.

Hey...

I wish it weren't the case,
but word gets around, so...

Right now it's safer for you
to use the exit back here.

Someone dropped hints about
you on bloody social media.

Hey.

Hey.

Did something happen
at school today?

Did you k*ll someone?

Did someone at school say that?

I'll talk to your teachers.
They can't say that.

Did you k*ll someone, Dad?

Okay, Michelle...

They say you're a m*rder*r.

I'm not a m*rder*r.

Then why do they say you are?

They're just kids, you know.

And I'm a cop.

And they think that's exciting,
so they make up stories about me.

So you're not going to jail?

I'm not going to jail.

I'm not going anywhere.

Hey...

I don't give a damn
what you think!

- It's my brother we're talking about.
- And it's my son.

You can't decide
how others mourn.

Mourn your son however you want, but
if I were you, I'd keep it small.

And don't drag Bjørn
into it, you hear me?

We're holding a wake.

In honor of Stein
and your father.

This town needs
that now, Sigrid.

I'm sure Stein would've
wanted you there.

And your father...

he was a great man.

At the pub, tomorrow.

You don't have to go.

Are we just going to let him define
my brother in front of everyone?

That guy?

Hey, thank you. Why don't
you go find your mother?

- I'll talk to Ole.
- Okay.

He's not interested in honoring them.
He just wants to position himself

and appear pure and innocent.

So he soils my brother's name. Just
think if it was one of your own.

Yeah. Don't go, then.

We can honor him by
completing your project.

What do you mean?

You know.

What the hell are you doing?

Bjørn may have been naive...

and told you some stuff...

but I am not my brother.

Ole, you can trust me.

Just keep writing, and remember
why you're here at all.

Furia is what makes you
relevant, nothing else.

f*ck.

Let him go.

Now.

I understand Ragna has told
you a bit about our operation.

Yeah. She also told me you
could help me out with my case.

I can pull some strings,

but we have to wait until the
interrogations are finished,

and then only if you do as we
say and keep your mouth shut.

So I'm just supposed to sit here
and wait? With no guarantees?

Unless you want your daughter
to visit you in prison.

Okay.

You know what? If I'm going to
put my life, my daughter's life,

in your hands...

you have to tell me exactly what
is going on here. Everything.

And you can start by telling
me why Cato is so interesting.

Four years ago, we began building
up a blog identity for Ragna, Furia.

She tried to mirror him
and entice him to respond,

get him to attend right-wing
gatherings in Sweden and Norway,

but instead, Cato
sent the two brothers.

They invited Ragna
here to write more.

We never knew which of them was
Cato's main contact until now.

We've picked up fragments on the
dark web that involves him or her

in an encrypted chat group.

That's how we know they're
planning an att*ck,

and we believe
Cato is the leader.

It's supposed to
happen this year.

There's only three months
left, and right now,

Ole is our only lead.

If he winds up on
the police's radar,

we risk losing our chance
of stopping a terror att*ck.

And Stein and those other
guys, where do they fit in?

They don't. Someone
just lost their temper.

His father, maybe?

They talked about
it up at the cabin.

That someone had planted
evidence against that African.

Stein's m*rder could have ruined
everything for the brothers.

They couldn't risk the
police looking into them

or Kjetil or any of
the boys up there.

That gave us and Ragna an opportunity
to win the brothers' trust

by planting evidence.

- Sending an innocent man to jail.
- He's not in jail.

He's relocated and paid well.
He'll become a Norwegian citizen.

We will do all we
can to help you,

but you should also know
that if you do anything

or say anything that puts
this operation at risk...

our deal is off, and I don't
care what happens to you.

In our small village,
a young man dead.

His future brutally ended.

m*rder*d in cold
blood by a Muslim man.

Truth. Truth is the
antidote to poison.

The veil media pulls
before our eyes.

When poisoned, our body
reacts in self-defense.

Arteries tighten,
our pulse is lowered,

adrenaline pumping, we
sweat, and we throw up.

All to drive the poison away.

A God-given self-defense system.

Our European body is now poisoned
by Islam and its followers.

By governments' failure
to see the threats.

Their vision of Eurabia.

Islam is spreading like
a cultural pandemic.

We must activate our
culture's self-defense system.

Fight for what we love.

I will fight for truth.

Even die for truth.

- Hello.
- Yes, hi.

I talked to the
program about Michelle.

Okay. What did they say?

That it's easier to relocate
Michelle without you.

If we don't want to lose her,
we have to be really smart.

Both you and I.

- Don't you have any leeway?
- I was told to report to PST.

They know about the files I sent
you and threatened to fire me.

So there's no leeway.

And one more thing.

The press has started
looking into you.

Someone tipped them off.
They're asking about your names,

both the new one
and the old one.

Someone tipped them off?

Yes. That's all I know right
now, but I'll find the source.

- Okay?
- Okay.

There you go.

Strong.

Thank you.

- Do you need refills as well?
- No, thank you.

Excuse me.

Just a little curious about the
ingredients in your sauce yesterday.

It tasted...

- What do you call it...
- Could you be more specific?

The menu said mint, but there
must have been more to it.

There were several
layers to that flavor.

Thai basil, and
lemongrass, I guess.

- You from around here?
- No, I just work here. Why?

There were so many interesting
flavors. I was just wondering.

Where are you from?

Oslo.

- I have to get back to work.
- Yeah.

Do you think...

- Can I have the recipe tomorrow?
- Yeah.

You could put it on
your blog or something.

I was just thinking you should
post it on social media.

Yeah. I can bring it tomorrow
at breakfast, on paper.

Great.

We need to talk.

What the f*ck are
you doing here?

What are you doing?

Someone's told the
press about me.

What?

Someone's started asking
questions in Oslo.

If I'm being thrown under
the bus, you have to tell me.

Who do you think we are?

I don't know.

I've read some of your blog
posts. Dark and disgusting.

Promoting a race w*r and hatred.

You know it can inspire just as
well even though it's fake, right?

- Ever thought about that?
- Yeah.

Every day.

I check the reader numbers every
night and think about that.

But I...

I have an identity here.

And that's what I have to
do to get close to them.

I get it.

But if any information about me is
leaked, a picture, anything at all,

those Russians will find
me, and then I'm f*cked.

I've screwed up. I know that.

But my daughter is seven years old
and has nothing to do with this.

I'll talk to Inger.

- Hello?
- Hi.

- Can you come pick me up?
- Now?

I can't take sleeping
in a tent anymore.

I'm with that guy
you met. Richard.

- Are you a couple now?
- I don't know.

We have the house to
ourselves for one more day,

so do you think you could
stay just a bit longer?

Fine. But you owe me.

- You're an angel. Love you.
- Love you too.

Ole just showed up.
I couldn't stop him.

I'm glad you called.

- I'm doing this in their memory.
- No one in my family wants this.

Not Grete, not Sigrid,
and not me either.

Bjørn was like family
to all of us here.

I'm giving him and my son the
respect and attention they deserve.

If you did that when they were
alive, maybe we wouldn't be here.

You don't have a
monopoly on grief, Ole.

But then you've never handled
loss very well, have you?

I remember Bjørn was worried
about you when your father d*ed.

- How long were you committed for?
- Shut up and sit down.

- Afraid of losing it?
- I told you to watch it.

Were you the reason
your father lost it?

You're not going to make
me throw the first punch.

That's because you're a c**t.

Stay here.

Let him be.

And you...

That's enough!

Stop it!

You have to stop.

Ole, don't do this.

What the f*ck is going on here?

Huh?

You're supposed to hold a wake,
and this is how you behave?

You, get him home right now.

You want a beer or
something? Calm down a bit?

No, thanks. I think
I'll just take a walk.

What?

Some are worried.

We need to know they
are not on to us.

Do you have control
of the situation?

Yeah.

Dad, you should know that it was
Stein and me at the refugee center,

but it wasn't he
who lit that fire.

It was me.

"People are being k*lled
because they want our future.

They should know that because
of heroes working in silence,

they will never get it."

- Hi.
- What are you doing here?

I was just checking to see if
I could find the order lists.

I just thought I could make
things run smoothly here,

so you can focus on
your family instead.

I can't find her. Sigrid.

And Ole isn't answering.
I've looked everywhere.

She's probably just blowing off
some steam, clearing her head.

Bjørn had that anger in him,
but I didn't think Sigrid did.

Not until now. Not
before you came.

I don't want you to keep
spreading your darkness to her.

I haven't spread anything to
anyone. Least of all to Sigrid.

I want you to leave Trollheim
right now. For Sigrid's sake.

- So it's over? All charges dropped?
- Yes.

But I'm going to
deliver a report.

A good and thorough report.

Someone in Oslo must
love you very much.

Have a nice trip.

You should have seen him when they
told him to end the investigation.

He was pissed.

I can imagine.

Yeah, but...

a lot of people here won't be
happy seeing you back at work.

Many people loved
Bjørn, like I said.

- I'll keep a low profile.
- That's good.

Right. We have to get
things back to normal here.

Thank you.

What the f*ck are you doing?

Just checking your computer.

We can't have any
tracking or spyware.

They're over there.

Okay, so both bottles, right?

Yes, both of them.
But you take it easy.

Gunnar will be there at 11.

If there's any trouble
before then, just leave.

Okay.

Have you talked to Grete?

Yeah. She wants me gone.

Yes, she thinks you're the
reason Sigrid's started writing.

She discovered something Sigrid
had written online, some comments.

She doesn't know Bjørn and I have
been teaching her about the world.

I showed her some
of your writing too.

- We've talked about this.
- I didn't say that you are Furia.

And besides, you
should be proud.

You awakened something in her.
She was up all night reading.

And now she wants to write too.

So I helped her set
up her own blog.

Give me your phone.

- Why?
- Give me your phone.

Come.

This was where I
found my father.

Hanging from that beam.

- The bankruptcy?
- No.

His inability to readjust.

There wasn't much help to
be had for people like him.

And he drank, too.

Pointless. He d*ed for nothing.

What exactly did Bjørn tell you?

He said he was going to
be part of something big.

The biggest thing in
the history of Norway.

Yes. People are wondering
if I can trust you.

I think you should
make up your mind!

"History shows that
those who have a plan,

anticipate, and have a
coherent strategy, usually win.

And we are not winning."

- Fjordman?
- No.

Cato wrote that.

Fjordman stole it.

The first time I saw you was during
that demonstration in Gothenburg.

You were there looking for him.

I had only read your
texts, like he told me to,

but when I saw you...

it was like I could recognize
the words in your face.

You write like him.

Same vision, but
a different voice.

Was he in Gothenburg too?

Yes, he was. He
made me contact you.

He's following you.

What's that?

Digital equipment.

Bjørn and I said we
were going climbing,

so I told Grete I still want
to take the trip in his honor.

You do as Grete told you to.

Pack only your most
essential stuff.

Cato has been planning
this for a long time.

He thinks we need
you, and your words.

So you'll come with me.

For what?

Come on.

One more.

Maybe some other time.

Just don't... keep looking
in the rear-view mirror.

Goodbye.

The problem...

with young people today is...

No, you wait here.

Wait till I'm back, okay?

Did you like the whisky?

- What the f*ck are you doing here?
- Just stay calm.

Stay calm.

- I hope you liked the whisky.
- What the f*ck!

- Punch someone like that...
- What the f*ck do you want!

What's going on?

We're going to pick up one more.

Remember, Cato decides
who gets to know what.

Don't talk to him about Cato.

Good evening.

Nice meeting you again.

- As we agreed, you follow my lead.
- Yes.

Promise me that. Don't give up.

Tell Dad and our brother
that I love them.

You're the best
sister in the world.

He's coming. He's coming now.

He's coming.

Please! Please, don't
sh**t! Don't! Don't sh**t!

How many?

We still don't know exactly how many
at Utøya. But over 60 kids so far.